[Aether's touch is like fleeting touches from a ray of hot sunlight, so warm and nourishing on his body. He wants to keep Aether there against his body and his skin, wrap his arms around his lithe body tightly and hold him close for hours and hours...
It isn't often that Sunday allows himself moments like this. A sweet dream come to life just for the two of them.
When he feels Aether's laugh against his lungs and those lips trail over his ear, Sunday closes his eyes and feels each bit with uneasy desire.
In a gentle movement of shifting, Sunday shifts them so that Aether's back is against the soft mattress. Sunday hovers over him so that it is his hands that are doing the pinning to keep Aether there below him. His hair falls in curtains with his feathers near Aether's cheeks.]
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It isn't often that Sunday allows himself moments like this. A sweet dream come to life just for the two of them.
When he feels Aether's laugh against his lungs and those lips trail over his ear, Sunday closes his eyes and feels each bit with uneasy desire.
In a gentle movement of shifting, Sunday shifts them so that Aether's back is against the soft mattress. Sunday hovers over him so that it is his hands that are doing the pinning to keep Aether there below him. His hair falls in curtains with his feathers near Aether's cheeks.]
Please. Stay with me longer, this time.