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Sunday loudly groaned, leaning back in his wheely desk chair as he pressed his palm against one of his shoulders to roll it back. He discarded his white overcoat neatly on the back of his chair, his purple lower rib wings frail and tucked to his sides. He was tired, sweat dripping down his forehead, while his brows furrowed. "This is.. challenging..." Sunday muttered to himself.
"What's challenging? Paperwork? 'Cause you haven't gotten outta that chair all day." Gallagher was lying nearby, not even lifting his head while looking extra cozy, sprawled out on the couch in Sunday's office.
After being verbally threatened by someone on the street, the security officer was Sunday's designated bodyguard for the week. It was a fairly common occurrence.
The Halovian glared daggers at Gallagher, his eyes wide; sweat beaded on the Bloodhound's temple as he slowly glanced over to Sunday. "And you have yet to get off of MY couch, Mr. Gallagher."
Gallagher stayed silent for a second before sitting up and groaning loudly, showing his age as he hunched forward, resting his forearms on his spread knees.
"Well, there's not much to protect you from in your office, Birdie. Want me to make sure the paper's not sharp enough ta'nick you?" He joked and chuckled, the sound deep and heavy as it buzzed through Sunday's ears.
"Maybe I do. It's better than letting your services go unused and wasted. You need to be working during your hours." Sunday retorted, his tone sour.
"Well then, what humble service may I provide, your Highness?" Gallagher chirped back, smirking as his sharp canine teeth were in full view.
Sunday squinted and stared, his head wings twitching, before a light shiver tingled down his spine. His feathers puffed up slightly before he began stretching his body up, his head and rib wings stretching along. "Mmmm... actually, do you know how to give a massage?"
Gallagher stared before speaking, chuckling as he did. "You're kidding..."
"I'm not. I have been stiff for days, and my muscles are sore." The Halovian whined and stared, stretching a little more before rolling his neck. "Yes or no, can you, and will you? If not, then I don't see a problem kicking you out of my office to sit near the door like a good boy. Especially since you keep speaking when unnecessary." He smirked as he watched Gallagher's lip flicker in distaste at being treated like some disobedient house dog.
The Hound sighed loudly after a second. "... Welp!" He slapped his knees and stood, Sunday's gaze drawn up due to his height. Gallagher clasped his hands together before rubbing them. "You're the one having full-blown conversations with yourself."
Sunday stared, his eyelid flickering as his feathers ruffled in cute aggression, a bit of embarrassment flushing his face. It was an embarrassing habit, talking to himself.
"I'm still gunna get paid no matter how good the massage is, correct?" Gallagher sneered, almost letting out a growl as he huffed, sliding his gloves off and throwing them carelessly onto Sunday's desk. The Halovian's eyelid flickered again at the act.
Still, he had a blank expression, a mild annoyance etched into it. "... Correct..."
Gallagher smiled as he walked behind Sunday, the Halovian's eyes widening in surprise as he spoke out. "Wait— what are you?—!" The older man not-too-gently slapped his hands onto Sunday's shoulders, causing the younger man below to jolt. Sunday's eyes blew wide as his head wings flapped and puffed out, his rib wings only twitching.
Sunday's surprise melted warmly away, replaced by a shiver when he felt Gallagher poorly groping and digging his large, rough fingers into his shoulder muscles. His head wings fluttered before lowering, his rib wings vibrating, and his eyes half-lidded as he let out a shuddering sigh.
The Hound glanced around, sweat already dripping to his chin. "D'you just want your shoulders done or..."
"Mmmnn m– my back..." Sunday's face flushed with more embarrassment at his own noises and stutter.
The Halovian twitched, shivered, and melted as Gallagher dug his thumbs into the bottom of his cervical, his eyes flickering as he leaned back to feel more warmth.
Sunday flinched back into reality as he heard Gallagher's deep voice let out a shallow breath. "... That feel good?" Sunday swallowed hard as he nodded, his rib wings covering his front, his head wings softly flapping as he raised a hand to cover his blushing face, cursing under his breath.
"You wanna move to the couch or something? Can't really get any further down your back that easily." The Hound chuckled as he felt Sunday tremble under his rough touch.
"Y– yes.. that would be for the best.." Sunday bit his tongue as he felt those thick, rough hands leave his shoulders, squirming as they pulled his chair back. Gallagher leaned down, his face mere inches from Sunday's ear and neck.
"Let me help you, your Highness..." The older man purred into his ear, breathing down his neck. The gesture meant to agitate the Halovian, but Sunday couldn't help but lean away as his face grew redder and redder, his wings twitching as they covered his face and body even more.
Sunday jolted up, shaking off his shivers and straightening his appearance. "Th—," He cleared his throat, ".. Thank you, but I do not need your help with such a simple task." He calmed himself, his wings tucking professionally back into place.
Gallagher stared and then smirked, muttering to himself before standing up straight and cracking his back with his hands on his hips. "Hhhnnn okay, whatever you say, Princess. Just lay on your stomach."
The Halovian's wings jerked and covered his face again as he grumbled at being called 'princess.' He continued complaining, even as he flopped onto the footrest, stomach-first, looking flimsy and funny as he huffed.
Gallagher couldn't help but laugh as he knelt next to Sunday, smirking as the younger man glared at him again.
Even crouched, the Bloodhound towered over Sunday's limp, vulnerable body. Gallagher licked his teeth as he chuckled soundlessly, placing his hands firmly on Sunday's upper and lower back before pressing down rhythmically, prodding his flesh through his clothes.
"Hhhmmnnn... it felt better when you were squeezing..." Sunday's muffled voice came from below, almost unheard.
"Complaints already, I see..." Gallagher replied lightheartedly. He immediately stood, moving directly behind Sunday's body, and leaned down, placing his hands above Sunday's hips. His digits almost wrapped around Sunday's entire waist before squeezing roughly, causing Sunday to jerk his body and yelp, his rib wings shooting out defensively.
He grabbed one of Gallagher's wrists and spun his head around to stare up at the Bloodhound, the older man just goggling down. "What? Did that hurt?" He smirked.
"N– no, you idiot... it merely surprised me.." Sunday put his head back down, squirming as he got Gallagher's hands off the sides of his stomach, his rib wings folded against his sides again. "Don't do that again..." his voice quivered.
Gallagher chuckled in acknowledgment as he bared his teeth again, moving his hands to the middle of Sunday's back, rubbing his spine roughly, feeling it clearly even through the layers of clothes. His hands moved up, massaging the base of his rib wings before continuing their slide up. The Halovian's body tensed as he got closer to the base of his neck again. The Hound paused.
"... What is it?" Sunday quietly peeped.
"Ya know you're awfully sensitive here..." Gallagher pointed out, letting his coarse fingertips run up and down the back of Sunday's neck, dipping under his shirt collar slightly to brush lower on his cervical, causing the shorter man to shiver and let out a strained breath.
"You're t– tickling me—"
"Am I?" Gallagher barked with a smile, slowly leaning forward and planting his free hand on Sunday's pliant body. His weight was heavy on the Halovian's lower back as he wrapped the other almost entirely around his neck, pushing his shirt collar down with his thumb and rubbing up and down the middle back of his cervical spine. Gallagher felt the Halovian's throat vibrate with his fingers placed on the front of his neck. Sunday kept his sounds quiet, Gallagher feeling him swallow as his throat bobbed against his hand. His other hand pressed down harder on Sunday's back as Gallagher felt him softly squirming under the pressure.
Sunday groaned, "G– Gallagher—..." His tone tried to be stern, but the stutter and breathy whimper only egged Gallagher on. The older man felt his heart race as his body warmed, a hot feeling in the pit of his stomach as his pants suddenly felt a size too small.
The Hound leaned forward more, unconsciously pushing down on Sunday's rib wings and pressing his hips against Sunday's ass. Sunday jolted, immediately whipping his head around with full force and staring. The abrupt jolt made Gallagher flinch in surprise, instinctively pulling the hand around the Halovian's neck back.
"...? What?" Gallagher cocked his head, Sunday's expression completely bewildered.
"... You're... You.. Do you... have an erection?"
...
Silence. Gallagher could feel the air become dense, so stuffy that it felt hard to breathe.
Finally, he swallowed thickly and slowly cleared his throat. His insides felt like sandpaper, his skin sweaty and burning with embarrassment as he stared down at the fat bulge in his pants.
"Well..." he huffed pathetically, "would ya look at that..."
"DON'T ACT LIKE THIS IS A NORMAL OCCURRENCE."
The Hound avoided looking the Halovian in the eyes out of shame as he smirked awkwardly. No wonder his pants had felt tighter.
"You damn... perverted hound..." Sunday murmured, causing Gallagher to look back down at him, the Halovian's gaze to the floor. "Does handling me so roughly truly arouse you so much...?"
If Gallagher had a tail, it'd be wagging, his bulge twitching in his pants.
Gallagher slid his hands back onto Sunday's body, rubbing along his back roughly as he pushed around his clothing, stroking roughly up his rib wings, making the younger man tense. "... Well.. you're such a frail thing..." The Hound muttered out, making Sunday shiver at the comment.
Sunday squeaked and squirmed. "Wh– what are you—"
Gallagher's hands groped Sunday's ass, the frailer man jolting and squirming harder before flinching and melting when he felt Gallagher rubbing his fingers up and down his clothed pussy slit. Sunday's mouth hung open in pleasure as his eyes flickered, clearly sensitive.
"Theeeere we go... Good boyyy, being so still for me now, no more squirming..." Gallagher's voice was so deep and raspy, making Sunday's thoughts fog up like a spell. He really liked it, really liked Gallagher's rough voice and how the older man praised him.
The Hound quickly grabbed Sunday's hips, pressing his clothed, throbbing cock harder onto the cute ass in front of him. Sunday let out a shallow, trembling breath, muttering Gallagher's name quietly as he felt the older man grinding onto him.
Sunday gasped. "Gallagher—"
The Bloodhound had slid his hands into Sunday's pants and briefs, yanking them down as his hands slid over his plump ass. The Halovian's arousal was evident, his winged pussy glistening with slick while his unique, blue-tipped Halovian cock was stiff, wetting his briefs with precum. Sunday pressed his thighs together in embarrassment, trembling as he propped himself up slightly with his arms to turn his head towards Gallagher. The pair of mini wings on either side of his pussy covered up his glistening folds out of embarrassment.
Gallagher chuckled. "Looks like I'm not the only pervert who likes rough handling."
"This is... highly inappropriate, Mr. Gallagher."
"Tell me to stop now if you don't want this."
"..."
"Silence means no, Birdie." Gallagher purred out teasingly.
Sunday bit his lip. "K... keep going..." He whined through gritted teeth, feeling his resolve melt away completely at his own pathetic tone.
Gallagher smirked as he slid his thumb down Sunday's sticky slit, nudging the weak little wings out of the way. He brought his finger back to his face to lick the slick off. "You taste so savory..."
Sunday parted his trembling lips, wanting to insult Gallagher, but all that came out was a loud whimper ripped straight from his throat as he felt Gallagher press his thumb against his entrance.
"Tell me, are you just that turned on, or do you play with yourself here often? Hm? My thumb slipped in so easily, Birdie.."
Gallagher's hand groped Sunday's ass as his thumb pressed hard against the side of Sunday's velvety wall. He watched Sunday's pussy opening up and fluttering when the cold air touched his insides. The corners of the Halovian's lips tugged down as his eyes rolled up, swallowing back a rough whine as he felt slick leak down his thighs.
"Mmm.." Gallagher purred, "Guess your neck isn't the only place you're sensitive, huh... So pretty in here, too.." His voice was thick and growly, sultry, as he huffed. His breath was so hot, Sunday felt like he was going to piss himself.
The Halovian's head wings covered his face, getting red and feverish from how aroused he was, panting and groaning. He had to bite back another whine when he felt Gallagher pull his finger out, a thin string of slick still keeping it connected before it fell coldly back to Sunday's begging cunt.
"So needy, huh? Want my cock that badly?" Gallagher purred. His belt clinked.
Sunday's body burned with embarrassment as he turned his face slightly but quickly. "I am not—!"
He froze and swallowed the rest of his words. His head wings moved just enough for him to see the fat, girthy cock pointed right at him.
He felt his lungs burn as they filled with cold air, not realizing he had been holding his breath.
"Your pussy's twitching just for me, that's so fucking cute..." Gallagher slapped his length on top of Sunday's ass twice.
The Halovian's eyes widened as he stared at the swollen bulb at the base. "I– is that a..." Sunday couldn't finish his sentence. Gallagher smirked, holding back a small chuckle before flipping Sunday onto his back, the Halovian letting out a small yelp.
"What? My knot? You want a better look, hun?" The Bloodhound rutted against Sunday's dick, their cocks pressed together as his knot bumped into the base of Sunday's shaft. Gallagher kept rubbing up against Sunday's balls before their sacks slapped together. Sunday's smaller sack pressed between Gallagher's knot and sack. Gallagher's sack pressed against the top of Sunday's pussy. Sunday shivered, baring his gritted teeth as his dick dripped onto his clothed tummy, his pussy repeatedly twitching as if begging for more attention.
Gallagher smirked as he leaned down, planting one hand next to Sunday's head. He pulled his hips back before he grabbed his cock, rubbing it against Sunday's entrance before Sunday let out an "Eek!"
The Hound paused, "Sorry, should I stretch you first? You seemed pretty loose to me, but..." He shoved three fingers into Sunday's mouth, making the Halovian flinch and groan as he lathered the others' fingers in spit and saliva, his tongue instinctively trying to push out the intrusion.
"Good boyyy, such a good boy for me." Gallagher purred as he pulled his fingers out, Sunday letting out a slight cough as his face burned from the much-needed praise.
"N– no, it's—" Before Sunday could finish speaking, Gallagher wriggled three fat fingers into Sunday's cunt, Sunday mewling loudly as his body burned hot with arousal, shivering and shuddering.
He arched his back and wrapped his arms around Gallagher's neck, pressing his face into it, hugging him as he rocked his hips against Gallagher's digits as they scissored his insides. "See? You're loose enough. Relax for me, Birdie."
Gallagher's fingers popped out with a nasty squelch, Sunday's pussy refusing to let go for a moment.
"Your insides feel a little raw when stretched, though. Do you do this a lot?" He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking off the mix of Sunday's slick and spit as he placed his clean hand on the frail man's lower back, gently rubbing it. Sunday's expression flushed at the dirty, wet sounds right next to his ear, honestly grateful that Gallagher couldn't see his face.
There was a moment of silence, Sunday's grip tightening around Gallagher. "... N– no... I just..." He swallowed the hard lump of embarrassment in his throat.
"Awwe... it's okay. I'll be as gentle as I can be. I can feel you've got a lil old tear riiiiight here on your entrance." Gallagher rubbed his thumb into the small, torn flesh of Sunday's hymen, his fingertip nudging his insides as he gently massaged the healed wound. Sunday shivered at the feeling of Gallagher's coarse flesh rubbing so insistently. "You gotta be more careful when you fuck yourself, okay?"
Gallagher's tone sounded too soft for the topic. Sunday let out a strangled breath, his wings covering his face. Sunday curled in on himself at Gallagher's words, embarrassed and ashamed that Gallagher was talking to him about this at all.