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sunday waits.
his knees dig into the carpet of blade’s room. its soft on his poor aching knees. his hands are tied behind his back; not tight, but loose enough that he could yank out of them if he needed.
he cannot see, courtesy of the silk blindfold. the only trace of another person in the room being the smell of cigarettes. the scent floating across the room, wrapping around his naked form, and the sound of someone softly inhaling and exhaling, keeping him grounded as he waits.
and waits.
until he finally senses movement, his wings fluttering at the sudden sound of footfalls approaching. a familiar, rough hand caresses his face, the touch soft as if he was a piece of porcelain that could shatter at any moment. he nuzzles into it, chasing the warmth.
another drag of the cigarette.
“how do you feel, songbird?” blade’s voice rings directly in front of him, low and rough.
sunday shudders as he inhales the smoke that was blown into his face. the combination of smoke and blade’s voice curling inside his chest.
suddenly the hand moves down from his cheek to his chin, lifting his head in the direction that he assumed was looking directly at blade.
“i need an answer, songbird,” another puff of smoke is sent into his lungs. he feels his cock twitch.
“g-good…” his voice shook with a quiet excitement.
blade let out low hum in response. sunday listens as blade takes another hit from the cigarette.
“colour?” blade asks as he exhales.
“green” sunday responds with, almost a little too quickly. but who could blame him, he was painfully hard by now.
blade laughs lowly, bringing the cigarette up to the halovian’s mouth, “eager, aren’t we? now open,”
sunday accepts the cigarette into his mouth, breathing in deeply and exhaling it back into blade’s face. a pleased hum follows, so he repeats this action once more. a pleasant buzz settling in the back of his mind. after he exhales the second hit, the cigarette is removed from his mouth and replace with blade’s mouth instead.
sunday hums hazily into the kiss, it tasted of blade and nicotine. a pleasant combination. this isn’t the first time he’s smoked a cigarette—a certain hound was to thank for that, so he was grateful that he didn’t cough like some newbie. he leaned into the kiss, attempting to lick into the older man’s mouth, but he pulls back, removing the blindfold in the process.
the room was mostly dark, dimly lit by a soft red light in the corner of the room, and sunday’s own halo.
blade’s hand returned to sunday’s cheek, his thumb pressing softly on the halovian’s bottom lip, “you look so good like this,” he groaned. sunday’s wings fluttered shyly at the praise, but he couldn’t see the art before blade. eyes were hazily open, his hair slightly mused from the removal of the blindfold, his cock bobbed with his breathing, desperate for attention.
sunday watches as blade moves toward the bedside table, placing the cigarette on an ash tray, letting it continue to burn. he then opens the drawer and pulls something out, but its hard to see exactly what at this angle. sunday continues to stare, and finds himself trying not to drool as the stellaron hunter makes a show of removing his shirt, leaving only bandages and rough skin before sitting himself at the edge of his bed.
he motions at his lap,
“come forward,” blade’s voice cuts through his impure thoughts like butter.
carefully, sunday moves to stand, blade stops him.
“uh-uh. I want you to stay on your knees,” he smirks.
the once dull ache in sunday’s knees surging to the forefront of his thoughts, yet he cannot bring himself to care. he almost carelessly stumbles forward, the absence of his arms to steady himself leave the wings on his back to do the job for him.
the awkward shuffle towards blade felt humiliating. but that only added to the thrill, willingly submitting to the one he trusted most.
thankfully, the journey was short. sunday found himself settling in the spot between blade’s thighs, resting his head on blade’s thigh. the muscle was hard against his face, serving as a reminder that the man towering above him could likely snap him in half like a twig.
honestly, he would probably let him.
sunday sees what blade took out of the bedside table from here, a light blue collar, the inner part of the cuff lined with what he assumed was faux fur. it was littered with gold accents and had a red charm in the centre.
blade seems to notice this and reaches for it, “colour, doll?” he asks, a hand cradling sunday’s face softly. his eyes searching for any signs of apprehension in the smaller man before him.
“green… please,” sunday wines, staring into blade’s eyes with a similar intensity. his mind racing with fantasies that had his untouched cock aching. the proximity to blade’s own dick in front of his face was also too much. how sunday just wanted him to pull his pants down and take his throat.
blade leans down, placing a soft kiss just beside sunday’s lips, “patience songbird, we’re only just beginning.”suddenly there’s a soft click around his neck.
“mmm, perfect… mine.” the proclamation has sunday shivering.
“yours,” he responds.
this response seems to make a switch in blade’s mind flip. suddenly a hand is in sunday’s hair and tugging him towards his bulge before letting go. sunday gets the message, and leans back to find the zipper. thankfully blade had undone the button for him, so after a bit of trial and error mixed with determination, he manages to catch the zip in his teeth, pulling it down and letting blade do the rest.
he flinches at the sudden weight on his face, blade was by no means small, in fact, in this position sunday felt like he was a little fawn in the face of a hunter.
sunday feels the hand back in his hair, guiding, him toward the tip, “what do we say, doll?” blade asks, his voice husky.
sunday blushes furiously, “please…” he begs, “wanna suck you off, make you feel good”
this answer seems to satisfy blade, he holds eye contact as he leans back on one hand, leaving the other to rest on his head, “by all means, don’t let me stop you baby.”
sunday’s mouth opened as the cock in front of him slowly slid in. he always loved feeling the tip glide across his tongue, and loved how it hit the back of his throat. as more slid down his throat, his eyes closed as he hollowed his cheeks and relaxed his throat, letting blade gently fuck into his mouth.
he groaned, the warmth of sunday’s mouth felt so good.
the halovian lets out a soft moan, sucking softly at the dick in his mouth. he looked up at the man before him, blade had his head leaned to the side, groaning from the vibrations, yet he never broke eye contact.
the hand in sunday’s hair is a pleasant weight as his mouth sank lower and lower onto blade’s cock; never forcing, simply resting upon his head. he gets about halfway when the tip kisses the back of his throat, so he hollows his cheeks and starts bobbing his head… watching as blade began to tremble from the feeling pleasure.
“Ah, ‘m gonna cum—” blade choked, his chest moving rapidly in time with his breathing. without warning, sunday sheathed himself full onto blades cock, his nose meeting the base. he heard a loud whine come from blade as he swallowed around blade’s cock. he stills as blade comes down from the high, breathing through his nose as his mind fell back into a haze.
carefully, blade pulled him off, sunday whined pitifully at the loss.
without a word, blace pulled sunday up and into a heated kiss. that was all tongue and teeth. sunday settled into his lap, moaning into the kiss as his cock rubbed between their torsos. with one hand, blade undid the silk that held sunday’s hands together while beginning to jerk the halovian off with the other.
sunday hissed at the contact, his now free hands wrapping around blade and settling into the dark blue locs of hair. his hips bucked up into blade’s hand, as blade leaned down to place kisses and bite at his neck. sunday did not last long, once blade latched onto his nipples. nipping and sucking as sunday arched into the touch.
sunday came into blade’s with a loud moan. he opened his as—that he didn’t even realized he closed—the sight of blade licking his own hand clean. he buried his head into the junction of blade’s neck, leaving his own marks as he calmed down.
as he covered his face with his wings once more, blade laid sunday on his back slowly,
careful of the wings that hugged his form. reverently, his hands slid down sunday’s legs and spreading his thighs as though he were unwrapping a gift.
“let me look at you,” he prompted, voice velvety-smooth “can i look at you, songbird?”
sunday shyly peered from behind his wings. he whimpered under the intense gaze. he traced the collar around sunday’s face pale neck with one finger, his eyes darkening as the angel beneath him squirmed.
“there you are baby,” blade smiled, leaning down into a kiss. much softer than the previous ones. sunday accepts it, languidly kissing back. the kiss felt possessive, consuming him as he felt blade pouring every little feeling he couldn’t put to words. his appreciation. his love. his devotion. all of it was poured into that kiss.
regretably, they have to separate for air. but sunday doesn’t have much time to breathe before he feels a finger prodding at his hole, slowly pushing in.
sunday throws his head back, finding his hands tangled in blade’s hair again. he failed to remember how to form words.
“fuck, blade,” sunday cried, tugging blade back into another kiss. it didn’t last as long this time, in favour of blade marking up his neck even more. sunday cried out when he bit into a particular spot, so blade licked and sucked at it while adding in another finger. then another.
“you’re so tight, doll,” he whispered into hus neck. “So fuckin’ small. I’m gonna ruin you.”
“Please do,” sunday begged.
blade groaned again, sharp and hungry.
“doing so good for me,” blade growled as sunday’s back arched off the bed and he was a mewling, incoherent mess, shamelessly fucking him on them blade’s fingers “taking me so well baby. can’t wait for the real thing, can you?”
sunday nodded furiously.
“yes,” he begged into blade’s neck, his hips bucking into blade’s hand even more, “please, blade. want you, need you so bad” he cried.
blade’s hand sped up inside of sunday, his mouth latching onto abused nipples. he nipped and sucked as sunday sobbed at the touch. to add fuel to the already burning fire, blade wrapped a hand around his weeping cock, jerking it in time with his fingers.
sunday came hard—crying out, trembling beneath blade as his fingers coaxed wave after wave out of his exhausted, desperate body. his kissed the halovian through it, praised praised, whispered things like
"that’s it doll"
and
"you’re so fuckin’ perfect, baby"
when it finally passed, and his conscious returned, he is met with blade hovering above him, peppering kisses all over his face.
“did so well darling, so well,” blade sang his praises as if he were atop the world, “such a good boy f’me” he said between kisses.
good boy
that name awoke something in sunday, something carnal, an itch that needed to be scratched. he pulled blade’s face up to kiss once more, impatiently shoving his tongue into blade’s mouth leaving them both gasping for air.
“colour, songbird?” blade asked, lining up his cock with sunday’s ass. he seemed patience on the outside, but the tremble in his voice revealed just how desperately he wanted this.
“green,” sunday cried, moving his hips in a half-hearted attempt to catch blade’s tip, blade growled softly and leaning in, pressing a kiss to the bright red charm on the collar.
“please, i want all of you, now,” he begged, wrapping is legs around blade’s slim waist.
“wanna be your good boy, pleasepl—“
blade pressed in slow—one inch, two, and pausing when sunday tensed.
sunday whimpered.
“i know, doll,” blade soothed, kissing his lips softly. “you always take me so well anyway... let me in.”
sunday nodded, panting, and blade sank in deeper, “fuck, still so tight,”
when blade finally bottomed out, he held still, letting sunday adjust to his size and concentrating to not combust on the spot. he let the weight of him settle in sunday’s soul as they made out quietly. savoring the moment.
sunday was stretched wide around the stellaron hunter—impossibly full, split open in the best way. the collar around his neck felt tight, grounding. blade’s hand was on his waist, steadying him like he’d shatter.
blade began to move. slowly. deeply. each thrust deliberate, dragging along every sensitive place inside of sunday. he whimpered at the first few strokes—overwhelmed with everything—but he didn’t want to stop. not even for a second.
blade groaned low in his throat. “shit, doll… you take me so well.”
sunday could only gasp, eyes fluttering shut. “y-you’re so big—”
“i know, baby.” blade brushed his lips against sunday’s jaw, his pace maddeningly slow. “you’re so tight for me, aren’t you? so small. so fragile. like a little bird,” he growled, “my little song bird.”
“yours” sunday echoed.
blade paused, sunday whined at the lack of movement, only for the older man to pull all the way out to slam back in.
sunday sobbed from the sudden jolt, but not from pain. blade repeated the action, soon settling into a rhythm that brought tears to sunday’s eyes. his hands scrambled for purchase on something, anything—finally settling into blade’s hair, pulling at the locs harshly.
“tell me, doll,” he panted between thrusts, “who do you belong to?”
sunday could only cry out, his mind floating elsewhere as he just took what blade was giving him. a hand on his jaw brought him back to earth, forcing him to look at blade, “c’mon darling,” he rasped out, “use your words.”
“y-fuck—yours, blade, ‘m yours” sunday cried, tears beginning to spill as blade’s hips stuttered; then slammed harder, as his cock pistoned into sunday. blade’s free hand slipped between them to tug at his cock. the combination of blade’s hand, and the cock in his ass was driving sunday crazy, his nerves alight.
“say my name,” blade demanded, fangs brushing against sunday’s jaw as he bit into the pale skin of his shoulder; lightly drawing a trickle of blood. “say it while I fuck you so thorougly. let me hear it doll.”
"b—blade—! i-i'm yours... please—please don't stop-“ the halovian whimpered, his voice breaking and body trembling.
blade groaned, rutting into sunday faster. his cock slammed deep, he leaned down, to mouth ay sunday’s chest teeth grazing his nipple, leaving small bites that stung oh so nicely. the hand on his cock moved in perfect rhythm with his cock, stretching sunday, making him clamp down around blade.
"Shhh... my beautiful little song bird," blade murmured, lips brushing sunday’s for a messy, blood-tasting kiss. “so tight, so wet... so perfect. all mine.” he growled.
sunday could only cry out, back arching, thighs trembling, eyes watering as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge once more. it was all so much, blade rubbing his dick, gnawing at his shoulder and neck,
“i'm... ahh—fuck. ‘m gonna... g-gonna...." he couldn’t form words, instead crumbling into desperate moans, body shaking uncontrollably.
all because of blade, only for blade.
he didn’t think it could get better.
just as he thought that, the hand around his cock pulled away. before sunday could whine at the loss, he was met with a large hand wrapping around his throat. sunday felt his eyes roll into the back of his head as he felt blade’s hand apply pressure. Blade leaned down, whispered against sunday’s ear, teeth grazing his skin,
“eyes on me doll, i want to watch as you cum…"
and with that, sunday fell past the edge. broken moans fell from his lips as his ass clenched impossibly tight, cock pulsing as cum splattered between him and blade. the man above him growled, rutting into sunday harder, before warm cum spilled deep inside his ass. sunday felt as blade's cock twitched inside his ass, every thrust sloppy, wet, and unrelenting.
“i love you...”he rasped, almost soft now, hips stuttering through the last few strokes, “all of you... you're mine.”
sunday shivered at the declaration tears mixing with sweat, chest heaving, lips swollen from kisses and bites, trembling in blade’s arms. he slowly pulled out, cum leaking down pale thighs. the hand around his throat relented as blade bent to kiss his temple.
“how do you feel, songbird?” blade murmured, brushing a sweaty strand of hair from sunday’s face.
“good,”sunday hummed in response, voice quiet and throat sore, feeling utterly fucked out. blade’s hand caressed his face, pulling away to grab a warm, wet cloth.
he cleaned sunday up carefully, grabbing a new set of blankets, and a soft oversized shirt. he attempted to remove the collar, but was stopped by a weak hand, and a smile from sunday.
after taking care of both them and many soft kisses, blade collapsed onto the bed beside sunday, pulling him into a warm embrace.
“rest now, my songbird.” he murmured as sunday snuggled closer, choosing to nestle his head below blade’s jaw.
“you were so good for me,” he whispered.
“only for you,” sunday laughed softly.