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Since Aventurine arrived in Penacony, it’s become a weekly tradition to meet with the head of the Oak Family, Sunday, at Dewlight Pavilion. It is his job to get close with the Halovian and form a bond of trust between them. So far, Aventurine believes it has been working. He knows that the higher ups in the IPC would be glad to hear this.
During these meetings, Aventurine has noticed how Sunday’s eyes linger on him a couple seconds longer when the blond looks away. He can feel the man’s eyes on his skin. Sometimes there’s the faintest smile on the other male’s face when he’s talking to the Avgin. At the start of these meetings, Aventurine could barely get a reaction out of the grey haired man. Sunday would give him a neutral expression every time they would talk about anything, even if it wasn’t business related.
Aventurine is supposed to be listening to the Halovian talk right now but he’s distracted himself by thinking of the said man. Sometimes he wonders if the lingering gazes from Sunday mean something more. When Aventurine catches him, the other man quickly looks away but still continues to talk. The blond knows the gazes he leaves on Sunday mean more because he didn’t lie when he said that he was the most handsomest man in Penacony.
“Mr. Aventurine? Are you even listening?” Irrational is evident in the man’s voice.
Oh, he’s been caught.
“No,” he admits, “I do apologize.” The smile that was already on his face grows a little.
Sunday sighs and shakes his head lightly at the Avgin. “Would you care to share what you were thinking about, hm?” he questions with a scoff. The grey haired male crosses his arms over his chest.
“Do you really want to know the answer to that question?” Aventurine teases.
Sunday hesitates, only for a second, and says, “Yes.” The gambler doesn’t miss this hesitation and chuckles softly.
“I was thinking about you,” Aventurine answers, there’s a teasing tone to his voice still. Though he is anything but teasing. He leans back in the chair he’s sitting in and watches in amusement as he catches Sunday off guard with his answer.
“Thinking about me?” he repeats, his eyes not meeting the piercing gaze that Aventurine has on him. He stops his pacing where he's standing on the other side of the conference table.
“Mhm,” Aventurine hums as he tilts his head to the side, his eyes trained on the other man. He notices the tiniest blush on the grey haired male’s cheeks. It’s not noticeable unless you are really looking at him. “I have a question for you though.”
“…Go on.”
“Have you ever… been with someone before, Mr. Sunday?” he asks as he rolls his poker chip across his knuckles.
Sunday’s eyes widen and they meet Aventurine’s own multi-colored ones. He tries to understand the emotion swimming behind them and what it means. The Halovian doesn’t sense that he’s messing with him though and that he is being serious when asking this question.
“Where is this coming from?” Sunday asks moments later with an eyebrow raised. “You came here to talk about IPC affairs, am I correct?”
“That is correct, yes. I only got a little distracted by thinking about you and had got curious if you’ve ever been with someone before. I noticed how you look at me sometimes and… don’t ask how that question formed from thinking that, I’m not sure either,” Aventurine explains with a chuckle.
Sunday gives the blond an unimpressed look and says, “Firstly, I’ve never been with someone because I’ve never had the time. Especially with how devoted I am to the path of Harmony.” The path of Order but Aventurine doesn’t need to know about that right now.
“Oh?”
“Secondly,” he pauses to gather his thoughts, "what do you mean by the way I look at you?”
“You look at me as if you like me, Mr. Sunday.” He makes sure he puts emphasis on the word “like”.
Aventurine watches as the mask that the Halovian wears around him drops and he sees an expression of fear and shock. It only lasts a few seconds before Sunday wears his usual neutral expression and his eyes narrow as he looks at the gambler. The arms that he had crossed over his chest are now down at his side, with one of them behind him, and the wings on his head twitch a little.
“Explain to me why you would think that because of a simple look, Mr. Aventurine,” Sunday demands, mocking the peacock-esque man. There’s no real bite to his words but his gaze does hold a fire behind it.
“Oh my sweet dove,” Aventurine starts off. He gets up off the chair he’s sitting on and makes his way over to where Sunday is standing. The grey haired male watches as Aventurine makes sure he keeps a little distance between them. “Usually when you let your eyes linger on someone a little longer than you should and that person catches you staring, only to make you look away with a blush on your cheeks, it means you like them in some sense. Sometimes it can mean embarrassment but I doubt that you feel embarrassed. Am I correct?”
Sunday looks away as he speaks, another blush forms on his pale cheeks. “I can’t have feelings for you, you are of the same gender as me.”
Aventurine’s smile falters a little. “Sunday, it’s okay to like men. It shouldn’t matter that I’m a man.”
“But that’s — that is wrong,” Sunday replies quickly with a shake of his head. His eyes are now on the Avgin and he says, “I’ve always been told that it is wrong for me to like men and partake in activities with them.” The other male doesn’t miss the way that the Halovian only mentions himself.
“By Gopher Wood, I assume?” the blond questions. Sunday only nods his head in reply, his wings twitch again and he has an unreadable emotion in his golden eyes. This statement makes Aventurine scoff softly. “He’s the one that was wrong. It doesn’t matter who you like as long as you are happy.”
“What about you, Mr. Aventurine?” the grey haired male questions, trying to change the subject and keep it off of himself.
“What about me?” Aventurine shoots back with a teasing smile.
“The looks that you give me, do they mean that you have feelings for me?” the Halovian asks.
Half of him wants Aventurine to have some sort of feelings for him and then the other half of him thinks that he, himself, is disgusting for wanting a man to like him. But… Aventurine said it was okay to have these kinds of feelings for the same gender. That doesn’t make him disgusting, right?
“Yes. Who wouldn’t like someone that holds so much charisma and leadership like you, Mr. Sunday? Let’s not forget how handsome you are as well. I’m genuinely surprised you haven’t been with someone despite all of this,” the blond answers.
Sunday turns away from the gambler as his eyes flutter shut. He finds it easier to talk like this. “Like I said earlier, I am too devoted to my God. Besides, no one has ever piqued my interest before. But you… you are very tempting and have an aura that draws people in.” He turns back around and his eyes widen a little when he notices that the Avgin moved closer to him.
“Is this you admitting your feelings for me?” Aventurine asks as he leans a little closer to the other male. The Halovian wings flap a little at the closeness. “Am I a tempting sin to you?”
Sunday thinks about what Aventurine says over, only for a few moments, and decides to be honest. Even though he’ll feel disgusted with himself later. “Possibly,” he says, his voice coming out above a whisper. It feels weird to let himself be a little vulnerable in front of someone since he was trained not to be so.
Aventurine hums softly as he takes a half of a step closer. “I’m happy to hear you say that,” he holds one of his gloved hands out and continues, “I won’t do anything unless you give me the okay.”
Sunday hesitantly brings his gloved hand up and places it on top of the blond’s hand. “Do whatever you please to do with me. I promise I’ll be okay with what you decide,” he replies.
One of the Avgin’s eyebrows raise and the smile on his face grows into a grin. “Oh angel, you are giving me way too much power by saying that.”
“Maybe that is what I want. I’ll… let you be in control.”
The gambler lets out a short laugh and teases Sunday by saying, “Only moments ago you were saying it was wrong to like a man. What’s with the change of heart?”
The other male’s golden eyes narrow for the second time that day. “Don’t make me change my mind about all of this, Mr. Aventurine.”
“I won’t let that happen, my dove.” He pulls Sunday closer to him by their intertwined hands, making the Halovian gasps softly. When their lips are only a few centimeters apart, Aventurine whispers, “Are you positive you don’t mind what I do to you?”
Sunday breath stutters at the closeness and he whispers, “I do not mind at all.”
The other male lets go of Sunday’s hand and puts it around his neck, he does the same with his other arm. He then wraps his own arms around Sunday’s waist. Aventurine closes the gap between them seconds later and presses his lips against the grey haired man’s lips. Sunday eyes flutter shut as he clumsily moves his lips against the Avgin’s, trying to keep up with him. He sighs into the kiss as he pulls the gambler closer. The blond finds his inexperience very endearing.
“Just follow what I’m doing,” Aventurine says against his lips. He can feel the Halovian getting frustrated.
This time, the kiss is more coordinated and feels way better than the first they shared. Aventurine can tell it’s affecting the man in his arms by the way he pulls the other man even closer and plays with the strands of hair by his neck. He, himself, hums softly into the kiss. When Aventurine pulls away from the kiss moments later, Sunday has to hold back a whine that threatens to leave his lips.
“Why did you stop?” the grey haired male asks, his voice coming out airy. His golden eyes are lidded.
The gambler chuckles before he places a quick kiss on the other male’s cheek. “I want to kiss you on other places of your body. Tilt your head to the side for me.”
Sunday does as he’s told, gasping softly when the blond places his lips onto his neck. “This feels so strange but really good at the same time,” he admits. Aventurine lets out another chuckle. “It is all so new to me.”
“Are your wings sensitive?” he asks against the grey haired man’s neck.
“Very much so.”
Aventurine hums in response and brings his lips up to one of the wings behind Sunday’s ears. He softly places a kiss on a spot right beside the other male’s ear. The Halovian gasps and brings each other his hands down to the blond’s shoulders, gripping tightly. Aventurine places another kiss on one of his wings, using a little more pressure than before. He repeats this over and over again in different spots of the wing. He hears the other wing flap and move every once in a while as he does this. The gambler’s body fills up with pride as Sunday begins to pant and let out gasps after every kiss.
“I love all the pretty little noises you’re making for me. They make me want to devour you right here,” Aventurine whispers into the other man’s ear. Sunday’s wings twitch and stutter again.
“Aventurine,” the Halovian breathes out. The blond’s name almost sounds like a plea coming from his lips.
“Mm, as much as I want to bend you over this table and take you right now,” Sunday’s grip on the Avgins shoulders tightens, “I think you deserve to be somewhere more comfortable for your first time. Lets go to my room at the Reverie.”
The grey haired male pulls away slightly to look Aventurine in the eyes. “What if the people of Penacony see us together?” he questions.
“What? Worried that people will think you’re sinning and going to another man’s room to sleep with him?” Sunday looks off to the side, wearing a small frown on his face. He quickly nods his head in response. “Sunday, you and I have been to my room, alone, together before. People will not pay attention to you and I.”
The Halovian looks at him again and replies with, “My apologies.”
Aventurine leans in to give the grey haired male a quick kiss. Which catches Sunday off guard a little. “Besides, there's same sex couples that walk around Penacony all the time,” he adds.
“That, I do not mind. People can be with whoever they want under my leadership,” Sunday pauses for a second as his gaze moves off to the side, “When it comes to me, it is not allowed. I had to be perfect. Being a homosexual was anything but perfect to him.”
The smile that Aventurine usually wears on his face drops and a frown replaces it. “Well he was wrong. If the people of Penacony knew that you hold feelings for a man, they wouldn’t mind it at all.”
Sunday his golden eyes meet the Avgin’s multi-colored ones as he thinks it over, would people really not assume? He nods his head then, after a few moments of silence, and says, “Okay, let us head to the Reverie.” A smile makes its way onto the gambler’s face again.
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When Aventurine shuts the hotel room behind them, Sunday turns around to look at the multi-colored eye man. “What do you want me to do?” he asks.
“Hm,” the gambler hums as he makes his way over to the end of the bed. He sits down and faces the grey haired male. “Come kneel in front of me,” he commands softly.
Without hesitation, Sunday makes his way over to Aventurine, getting down on his knees in front of him. He grimace slightly at being on the floor. “Is this good?” he asks as he looks up at the gambler.
The Avgin curses under his breath at the sight in front of him. He then mutters, “Perfect.” He brings one of hands out and softly grabs a hold of Sunday’s chin, tilting his head upwards. “You look divine like this, angel. It’s like you were made to kneel for me.” He leans down to press their lips against one another. Sunday’s eyes close shut and rests his hands on his thighs.
“When I was a young boy,” the Halovian starts off as Aventurine pulls away from the kiss only to place his lips on the other male’s neck, he notices that Aventurine likes doing this, “kneeling like this meant that I had done something wrong. Being like this for you though feels… heavenly.”
“Yeah?” the Avgin question as his eyes meet a golden pair. “I’m more than happy to make you feel good.”
A gasp leaves the grey haired male’s lips as Aventurine places his mouth back onto his neck and sinks his teeth into his skin. “It doesn’t feel as if I am sinning, it feels like I am worshipping you,” he replies.
The gambler groans against his skin as his cock twitches in his pants. “You’re going to give me a God complex, little dove,” he mumbles, leaving a trail of kisses after each word.
“Would it be so bad if that were to happen? Especially if it is with me?” Sunday questions, the slightest smile on his face.
“Fuck,” the Avgin breathes out. “I would gladly be a God for you to kneel in front of and worship.” A quiet whine leaves the Halovian’s lips at the other male’s words. Aventurine then straightens up and brings one of his hands up to his mouth to take his glove off with his teeth, he does the same to the other one. Sunday watches with widened eyes and parted lips as the blond throws both of his gloves off to the side. He can feel a blush forming down to his neck from embarrassment for finding what Aventurine did to be attractive.
“You are very attractive,” he blurts out as Aventurine holds his bare hand out for him. The other male chuckles softly at this. Sunday looks down and places his hand on top of the other man’s.
“You’re endearing.” The blond then brings Sunday’s hand up and places a kiss on the back of his gloved hand. “Can I take your gloves off?” he asks.
The grey haired man can feel his cheeks heating up more at the thought. It’s only his gloves so he doesn’t understand why he’s getting so worked up over his hands being exposed. Sunday nods his head seconds later and says, “Yes, you may.”
Aventurine pulls the other man’s glove off and tosses it where he had thrown his own. He faces the palm of Sunday’s hand towards himself and brings it to his mouth to place a kiss there. The gambler notices the way Sunday squirms where he’s sitting. He softly kisses the Halovian’s index finger, then his middle finger, his ring finger, his pinkie, and lastly his thumb. After each finger, he tells the other male how pretty he is, which has Sunday feeling warm inside. The blond then places a soft kiss on his wrist.
Moments later, he’s doing the same to Sunday’s other hand. The grey haired male feels incredibly weak and riled up from what Aventurine is doing. No one besides his mother has ever been so gentle with him.
“Can I undress you further?” Aventurine asks, playing with the sleeve of Sunday’s dress coat. Sunday opens his mouth to say something but quickly shuts his mouth, looking off to the side afterwards. He makes a noise of embarrassment. The gambler cradles Sunday’s cheeks and turns the other man’s head to look at him. “Every piece of clothing I take off of you, I’ll take off of myself. Does that sound good?”
Sunday nods softly and whispers, “That sounds great.”
Aventurine slowly begins to help the grey haired take off pieces of his clothing. After each piece, the Avgin takes the same thing off of himself. In between taking their clothes off, Aventurine gives Sunday kisses on his lips or any bit of skin he sees, making the Halovian feel wanted. When they are only in their underwear does Sunday seem hesitant again.
Sunday is no longer kneeling on the floor, he’s now seated in Aventurine’s lap with his face buried in the blond’s shoulder. He’s not sure how he ended in his lap, the feelings of disgust start to seep in. He quickly pushes these thoughts away.
Aventurine rubs comforting circles into the grey haired man’s back with his thumb and leaves little kisses all over his shoulders. He places a kiss on the tip of one of his wings as well. “What is it, angel?” the blond asks.
“My apologies I—” Sunday cuts himself off with a quiet moan as Aventurine softly grinds their clothed cocks together, “I am feeling a little shy about being fully undressed in front of you.” He leans back to look at the other man.
“You don’t have to worry about me judging you, my dove. Every part of you that I have seen is so, so beautiful, Sunday,” Aventurine whispers, holding so much fondness in his gaze.
For the first time that evening, Sunday is the one that initiates the kiss. He cups Aventurine’s cheeks and pulls him closer until their lips touch. A noise of surprise comes from the gambler but he kisses back immediately. The grey haired male tries to mimic everything Aventurine had done to him, even pulling away and placing his hands on the other male’s shoulders so he can leave kisses along his neck. He too bites the blond’s neck, making him moan quietly.
“Am I doing good?” Sunday asks before leaving a trail of kisses that leads up to the Avgin’s lips, kissing him.
“You’re doing great,” Aventurine breathes out as the Halovian pulls away to place his lips back on the blond’s neck. He bites down again.
Sunday slowly slides his hands down the blond’s chest, he doesn’t miss the way that Aventurine’s breathing picks up. He stops his hands right at the hem of the other man’s underwear. “Can I take yours off first instead, please?” he asks, playing with the fabric.
“Go for it, my little dove.”
The Halovian slides off of the man’s lap, keeping his hands at the hem of his underwear. Aventurine lifts his hips up so Sunday can pull them down. Once the blond’s underwear is off, the grey haired man throws them off to the side. Sunday’s wings and cock twitch at the sight of seeing Aventurine fully undressed.
“Gorgeous,” the grey haired man mumbles. His gaze moves back up to the gambler, feeling proud of himself for making him blush. “I want to do something to you,” he then says as he gets up.
Aventurine raises one of his eyebrows in curiosity and asks, “What is it?”
“You will see, my dear,” Sunday replies as he kneels on the floor again.
“My dear?” the blond questions with a fond tone.
Sunday looks up as he scoots closer, sitting in between the gambler’s thighs. He brings one of his hands up to gently wrap it around the other man’s cock as he asks, “Do you not want to be called that?” It feels foreign to have a private body part resting in his hand.
“Oh angel,” Aventurine gasps out as the Halovian brings his cock close to his lips. “I like it, keep calling me that.” Sunday only nods his head in reply.
“I don’t know what I am doing but I wanted to do something to make you feel good as well,” the grey haired male says with a small smile.
Aventurine returns the smile, holding so much fondness for the man in front of him, and says, “Don’t push yourself to do something because you want to please me. Everything you have done so far has made me feel good.”
“I want to do this since you have done so much to me already. It is only fair, my dear,” Sunday says as he starts to stroke the other one’s cock lightly. “I also want to know what it feels like to have my lips wrapped around one of these,” he adds as he gives the blond’s cock a little squeeze.
“Fuck, Sunday,” Aventurine moans, “Okay, yeah, only if you want to.” Sunday chuckles softly before wrapping his lips around the tip of Aventurine’s cock. He shudders at the feeling of it on his tongue. The gambler takes a sharp intake of air as the Halovian begins to lightly suck. Sunday swirls his tongue around the tip, making the blond’s hips stutter. This encourages him to take Aventurine a little deep in his mouth, even bobbing his head some. “You’re doing so good angel,” he says, trying his hardest not to thrust into the other man’s mouth.
Sunday pulls off of the other one with an audible pop. “I am?” he questions with the same soft smile on his face from before.
Aventurine brings a hand down to cup one of the Halovian’s cheeks as he says, “Of course you are, my dove.” Sunday leans into the other male’s touch.
“I think I am ready to be fully unclothed for you,” he pauses to leave a small kiss on Aventurine’s hand, “Care to help me take these off?” His thumb slipped under the hem of his underwear.
“I’d be more than happy to,” he says. Aventurine then has the other man stand up and once he does, he hooks his finger inside the hem of Sunday’s underwear. The Avgin begins to slowly pull them down, leaving kisses on Sunday’s stomach as he does so. His eyes land on the grey haired male’s cock and mutters, “So pretty, angel.”
The wings on Sunday’s head move to cover his eyes as he turns his face away. “Thank you,” he whispers.
Aventurine tsks and says, “No hiding your face, little dove.” He stands up and wraps his arms around Sunday’s waist. The blond leans in and gently bites down on the tip of one of the wings.
The wings uncover Sunday’s wide, golden eyes in a flash and his lips part in shock. “Do not do that,” he gasps as he brings a hand up to lightly hit Aventurine’s shoulder.
Aventurine laughs and then gives the other male a quick kiss. “Sorry, sorry. I only wanted to get you to uncover your face,” he says.
“There are other ways that you can do that,” Sunday replies with a playful glare. Aventurine laughs again which causes the Halovian to lean in to kiss him, making him shut up.
“There’s something I want to try but I’m not sure if you would be into it,” Aventurine explains, tightening his grip on the other one’s waist.
“What is it?” Sunday asks as he loosely wraps his arms around the gambler’s neck.
“I really want to eat you out,” the Avgin admits.
Sunday tilts his head to the side as he gives Aventurine a look of confusion. “Eat me out?” It’s a term he’s never heard before and he’s curious on what it is.
The blond teasingly smirks and says, “I’ll show you, angel. Lay on the bed for me but place the top half of your body on the bed and keep your bottom half in the air.”
“Excuse me?” Sunday whispers with a shocked tone.
Aventurine barks out a laugh and says, “You should see the look on your face, little dove. Just trust me on this one, okay? It’s something that could make you feel good.”
The Halovian eyes him suspiciously before he climbs onto the bed. He feels a little foolish as he lays his chest flat against the bed and keeps his rear up in the air. “I feel extremely exposed like this,” he grumbles as he turns his head to look back at the gambler.
“What a shame. I’m quite enjoying the view that I have right now,” Aventurine says as he climbs onto the bed behind the grey haired man. “You look quite beautiful bent over like this,” he adds as he grabs onto Sunday’s hips. He leans over the other male and places a few kisses on his shoulders.
“You are such a dog, Mr. Aventurine,” Sunday insults, sighing quietly afterwards.
The Avgin chuckles as he leans back up. “It’s not very nice to insult someone who’ll have their dick inside of you, angel,” he says.
Sunday’s lips part in shock and he says, “How crude.”
The blonde only laughs as he begins to lay down on the bed, hooking his arms under the other male’s thighs. “You enjoy it,” he replies, bringing his face closer to the Halovian’s ass.
Before Sunday could ask what Aventurine is doing, he gasps loudly when he feels the blond’s tongue lick against his hole. He tries to pull his hips away from the Avgin grip as he says, “That is unhygienic.”
“Sunday, my little dove, you just had my cock in your mouth minutes ago. Isn’t that unhygienic as well?” he asks as he leans away from the grey haired man’s ass.
“I… Well, is that not different from what you are doing, my dear? I have read scenes similar to what I did to you in some of my favorite novels,” he replies. A quiet gasp leaves his lips as the gambler lightly bites on one of his ass checks.
“You read erotica?” Aventurine asks in shock. “I never pegged you to be someone who would enjoy something like that. Especially with how devoted you are to the path of Harmony.” He bites into the plush skin of the other man’s ass again, making the Halovian moan.
Sunday scoffs seconds later and says, “I was a curious teenager before and had read those things even though it was forbidden for me to do so. I’m not as clueless as you think I am, Mr. Aventurine.”
“Oh how sinful,” Aventurine teases as he squeezes the grey haired man’s thighs. “I bet you spent hours praying after reading those, am I right angel?”
“You sure do talk too much,” Sunday mumbles into the sheets. His erection is starting to hurt and he can feel himself getting a little impatient.
“I could be talking less if you’d let me continue eating you out,” the gambler says. He bites the other’s ass cheek for a third time.
“Fine,” Sunday breathes out, “You may continue.”
This time Sunday expects it when the blond licks against his hole, which doesn’t stop him from shuddering. Aventurine swirls the tip of his tongue around the ring of muscles, enjoying the way it feels to do that. He hums against the other male’s ass as he continues lick around his rim. Quiet pants and gasps leave Sunday’s mouth and he has a tight grip on the bed sheets. He is starting to enjoy what the blond is doing, even pushing his hips back in pleasure.
When Aventurine pushes his tongue past the other man’s rim, Sunday lets out a low moan and pushes his ass back more at this. “A-Ah, so good,” he gasps. Another moan leaves his mouth when the blond thrusts his tongue in and out of him. His wings stutter and twitch as pleasure courses through his body. “Too much,” the Halovian whines as his thighs begin to shake.
Aventurine leaves another lick against his hole before pulling away. He gets back up and says, “I love the no — wait, are you crying? Are you okay?” There’s worry laced in his voice and he places a hand on his back reassuringly.
“Oh. I am alright. What you were doing felt beyond good,” the grey haired man brought his finger up to wipe under his eyes, “I did not realize I had started to cry.”
“You started crying because… you felt too good?” Aventurine questions with awe and something else that Sunday can’t pick up on in his voice. The Halovian only nods his head in response. The blond curses under his breath and says in a strained voice, “I need to bury my cock inside you right now. Flip yourself over for me, my dove.”
When Sunday flips over to face the gambler, he doesn't expect for his cock to twitch when he looks at Aventurine. The blond has multiple marks on him that the Halovian left on the man and there’s spit around his mouth from eating the grey haired male out. Strands of blond hair are all over the place and Sunday has to fight the urge to reach out and fix them.
As Aventurine leans over him to grab something out of the nightstand, Sunday says, “You are breathtaking.”
The gambler smiles fondly as he looks at him. There’s a slight blush on his cheeks as well. “Thank you,” he says while opening the bottle in his hand.
Sunday eyes the bottle with confusion as Aventurine squeezes some of the substance inside on his fingers. “What are you doing?” he asks.
“Lubing my fingers up so I can finger you… Don’t look at me like that, I have to open you up so you can take me. You can’t take a dick without prep, angel,” the blonde explains as he brings his index finger down to circle it around the Halovian’s rim. He places the bottle down on the bed.
Sunday shivers at the feeling as the other man’s finger slowly thrusts inside him. “This feels strange,” he says through gritted teeth. “I dislike this.”
Aventurine rubs a comforting hand against the grey haired male’s thigh. “It’ll feel better as I continue, I promise,” he says as he slowly starts to move his finger. Sunday clenches around his finger and grimances. The blond leans forward again to kiss the other man before saying, “You need to relax, angel. It will feel better if you do.”
The Halovian breathes in deeply and lets it out slowly to relax like Aventurine told him to do. The gambler leaves kisses all over his chest and stomach as he continues to finger the grey haired male. He starts to feel pleasure instead of an uncomfortable feeling, causing him to make quiet noises.
“See? I told you it would feel better. You’re doing so well, my dove,” Aventurine praises, moving his finger a little faster. “I’m going to add another finger, okay? You might feel a little discomfort again but it’ll feel better soon.”
“I trust you that it will, my dear,” Sunday breathes out.
The blond’s cock twitches after hearing the word trust. If it wasn’t for that word, Aventurine knows for a fact he would not have such a beautiful being under him right now. He connects their lips together as he adds a second finger beside the first one. Sunday gasps into the kiss and brings his arms up and wraps them around Aventurine’s shoulders. He pulls the other man closer to him, shivering when the gambler’s nude body is pressed up against his own.
Sunday’s back arches when the blond curls his fingers, causing a shamelessly loud moan to leave his mouth. “Again, please? Do it again, feels so good, my dear,” he babbles against Aventurine’s lips.
“Since you are begging so nicely,” the blond teases as he curls his fingers again. The Halovian’s reaction is instantly, another loud moan comes from him and he digs his fingernails into the other one’s back. Sunday’s lips part open as breathy moans leave them and Aventurine places kisses on the other male’s neck.
“You can add another finger, I feel as if I’m ready for it,” the grey haired man says moments later. And when the blonde does, a whimper of pain escapes him. It’s little more of a stretch than the first two fingers “Hurts,” he grits, clenching down on Aventurine’s fingers.
The gambler kisses away the tears that begin to slide down Sunday’s cheeks and he stops his fingers to let the other man adjust for a moment. “It’s okay, little dove. You’re doing so well,” the blond praises.
Sunday loosens the hold that he has on Aventurine’s shoulders and brings his hands up to the other male’s face, pulling him down to kiss him. “Can you move your fingers, please?” he says against the other’s lips after a few moments.
When Aventurine starts moving his fingers again, he keeps the pace slow just in case it hurts the Halovian again. Sunday threads his fingers through blond locks as he kisses the man on top of him again. He tugs lightly on the other male’s hair as the blond speeds up his fingers a little bit. Sunday almost yells when Aventurine curls all three of his fingers inside him. He pulls harder than before on the blond locks threaded through his fingers and arches his back from the pleasure.
“Feels that good, hm?” Aventurine teases as he fingers the other one faster. “Imagine how my dick would feel inside you instead of my fingers.” Sunday whines and clenches down on the gambler’s digits.
“Please,” the Halovian begs, his golden eyes meeting a pair of blue and violet ones.
The blond lifts himself up and places all his weight on his free arm, this makes Sunday’s hands fall to his shoulders. “Use your words for me, angel,” he says as he curls his fingers again.
The grey haired male cries out in pleasure as more tears stream down his cheeks. “I-I want you inside, please, Aventurine,” he pleads, his voice coming out as a sob.
“There you go, such a good boy,” the Avgin praises while he slowly pulls out his fingers. A soft, quiet whine escapes Sunday’s mouth as his eyes flutter shut. Aventurine then grabs the bottle of lube again once he leans upward, opening it up. He squeezes a small amount on his hand and then strokes himself lightly to coat his cock with the lube. The blond guides the tip to Sunday’s ass, “Are you ready, angel?”
“More than,” the Halovian replies, opening his eyes again. His wings twitch as he spreads his legs further for the other man.
Slowly and carefully, Aventurine slips only the tip of his cock inside, moaning quietly. A gasp leaves the grey haired male’s lips and he clenches down at the feeling. “Can I move further?” the gambler asks.
“Yes, please. All the way, I can handle it.”
“Awe so eager,” the blond coos in a teasing voice. Then he pushes the rest of his cock inside Sunday, bottoming out completely, which makes the other male moan loudly. He groans when the grey haired man clenches around him. He stays still for a few moments to let Sunday adjust to his length.
The blond takes this time to admire the man underneath him. The Halovian’s chest rapidly moves up and down as his fist clenches the bedsheets. The wings on his head stutter and flap every once in and while because of the pleasure he’s feeling. His eyes trail down Sunday’s body and they land on his neglected cock. Never would he have thought that he’d find one that is pretty, but here he is. He brings one of his fingers down and lightly runs his finger up Sunday’s length. It’s endearing to Aventurine how the other male shivers and moans after he does this.
“You can move, my dear,” the grey haired man breathes out. The duo’s eyes meet each other again.
Aventurine grabs onto the Halovian’s hips and pulls out at a steady pace, leaving just the tip in, and thrust back in slowly. Sunday’s body trembles as tears gather by his bottom lashes, threatening to spill. Both of them let out moans at the feeling. The blond repeats these movements, steadily thrusting in and out of the other male.
“Your ass hugs my dick so nicely, little dove,” Aventurine says, moaning afterwards when he thrusts back in. A whine comes from Sunday and his eyes close shut again. “Like you were made just for me,” he adds. His grip that he has on the grey haired male’s hips tightens. The blond continues with a steady pace as he fucks into Sunday, not wanting to be too rough with the Halovian.
Sunday’s golden eyes flutter open, moans still spilling from his lips, as he lets go of the bedsheets and wraps his fingers around Aventurine’s wrist, pulling him downwards. “Wanted a kiss,” he breathes out. He presses his lips against Aventurine’s own, moaning into the kiss when the other man thrust into him a little faster. “Do not, a-ah, treat me like a fragile piece of glass,” a whimper comes out of him as Aventurine bites down onto his shoulder, “You can be rougher with me.”
“Are you sure, angel?” Aventurine questions as he leans up some, eyeing the other male’s face. He pins their intertwined hands on each side of the grey haired man’s head.
“I am more than sure,” Sunday replies, giving the gambler’s hands a little squeeze.
Aventurine places a kiss on the other male’s head before saying, “Tell me to stop if it becomes too much.” Sunday only squeezes his hands again in response.
The blond pulls out, almost all the way, and thrust his hips at rougher pace than before making Sunday feel as if all the air has been punched out of his lungs. His grip on Aventurine’s hands tighten as the other man continues to pound into him roughly. Moans and groans escape both of the men.
“Oh, yes!” he gasps as tears trail down his cheeks, “Like th-that, please!”
“Fuck, angel, you look so beautiful when you cry. Especially since it’s from how good I am making you feel with my cock,” the blond groans as he sharply thrusts in. More tears escape the other male’s eyes and a mix of a sob and moan leaves the grey haired male’s mouth.
Sunday wraps his legs around the blond and tries to meet him every time his hips move forward. Aventurine moves their hands above the Halovian’s head and uses one of his hands to pin Sunday’s wrists down. With his free hand, he softly runs his finger along one of Sunday’s wings, which makes the said man clench around him.
“A-Ah, too sensitive,” the grey haired whines.
“Awe,” the gambler coos mockingly, “will playing with your wings make you cum, hm? I think it’d be hot if I can get you to cum from my cock and me playing with your wings alone.” Another whine comes from Sunday as Aventurine noses at his other wing. At the same time, the blond drags his nail across one wing and bites down on the other. He speeds up his thrust as well.
“Oh, Aventurine!” Sunday moans out. He clenches and unclenches around the other man’s cock as he cums all over his own stomach. His eyes tightly shut, causing more tears to flow, and his chest heaves rapidly. His legs fall limp on either side of the blond as the other one continues to pound into him. He lets out a whimper from the sensitivity.
“A few seconds more, little dove. I’m so close,” Aventurine says as he lets go of Sunday’s wrists and leans upwards. After a couple more thrusts, the gambler pulls out and wraps his fingers around his cock. He jerks himself a few times before cumming on Sunday’s stomach with a low moan. The two men stay there for a few minutes longer as they both pant softly, coming down from their orgasms. The Avgin then reaches out and moves the grey haired male’s bangs from his forehead, that was sticking there due to sweat. He leans down and softly places his lips there and then connects their lips in a short kiss.
“You’re going to get our release all over you as well,” Sunday says once they pull away, making a face of disgust. He opens his eyes to find a multi-colored pair looking right back at him.
Aventurine chuckles and says, “I don’t mind that at all.”
“Disgusting,” the Halovian mutters, shaking his head lightly. The gambler chuckles again.
“I’ll go get something to clean you up, stay right here,” the blond says as he gets up. The other man only hums in reply.
While Aventurine is away, Sunday shuts his eyes as everything that just happened settles in. He had intercourse with a man. Not just any man either, an IPC member who could easily find out his plans. A wave of self hatred washes over him because of the sin he committed but he is quick to push those feelings away. The man couldn’t sit there and say that he hated what just happened, he had enjoyed every moment of it greatly. He wouldn’t mind doing it again.
“You’re not regretting sleeping with me, are you, angel?” Aventurine asks as he sits down beside the Halovian. He places the wet cloth in his hand on the other man’s stomach and wipes lightly.
The grey haired man opens his eyes and turns his head towards Aventurine. “I’m not regretting it, I promise,” he pauses as he sighs, “Only some internalized hatred going on. I will be fine though, you do not need to worry.”
The blond frowns slightly as he finishes cleaning Sunday off. He throws the cloth in a trash bin close to the bed and then helps the other man up into a sitting position. “Whatever is going on inside that pretty head of yours is wrong and what you did is okay. You shouldn’t let it bother you,” he says as he brings one of his hands up to cradle Sunday’s cheek.
The Halovian leans into his touch and he places his own hand on top of Aventurine. His wings stutter in content. “That is easier said than done, but… I’ll try not to let it get to me,” he replies with a small smile.
“That’s good,” the gambler mutters before kissing Sunday. The grey haired male sighs into the kiss and wraps his arms around the Avgin to pull him closer. “We should probably get dressed and head back to Dewlight Pavilion, my dove.”
“I want to stay here with you for just a little while longer,” the Halovian whispers as his eyes meet Aventurine's blue and violet ones.
The blond male smiles and says, “Okay, for a little while longer.”
Maybe, Sunday thinks, maybe when his paradise becomes a reality, he can have Aventurine there with him. The two men can experience the feeling of peace together and in his paradise, Sunday will not feel disgusted with himself for being with a man. These thoughts swim through his mind as he buries his face into the gambler’s shoulder.
-ˋˏ ༻𖤓༺ ˎˊ-
Robin eyes her brother as they walk the streets of Penacony together. The siblings are heading towards one of their favorite restaurants for dinner.
“I can feel you staring at me, dear sister,” Sunday says with a soft chuckle. He glances at the girl beside him.
“There’s something different about you but I cannot pinpoint what it is,” she says as they stop walking for a moment.
The events of earlier play through his mind as he says, “I do not know what you mean by that. I am still the same.” But Sunday knows his sister can see right through him.
Robin eyes him again, her gaze stopping at his neck. “What is that under your collar?” she asks with a grin.
The man’s hand shoots up to his neck, he can still feel the gambler’s lips on his skin. He can still feel Aventurine all over him. “It is nothing of your concern sister, I promise,” he answers, trying to brush the subject off.
His sister gasps and whispers, “Did you sleep with someone?” She takes a step closer to him, the grin on her face widening.
Sunday’s eyes widen and he stutters as he asks, “H-How could you tell?”
“Oh thank you Xipe for answering my prayers! I cannot believe it! You are no longer a virgin,” she says happily as she claps her hands together.
“Keep your voice down,” Sunday pleads as he glances around them to make sure no one had heard Robin. There’s a mortified expression on his face.
“Who was it?” his sister then asks.
Sunday glances off to the side as he feels a slight flush of embarrassment form on his cheeks. “It was the IPC Stoneheart, Aventurine,” he whispers.
“Oh my… you slept with a man? You finally came to terms with your sexuality?” she questions, excitement evident in her voice.
He opens his mouth and then closes it again. “Well,” he starts after a few moments, “not quite. It is something I will have to mull over.”
“I’m still happy for you either way. Let us go celebrate!” she replies as she grabs onto her brother’s arm.
“Robin there is no need for that,” he says, letting his sister drag him along.
“Oh hush, of course there is!”