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His office is always lit with soft aromatic candles. The faint scent of vetiver, mint, and bergamot flows in the room. As the head of the Oak family, Sunday needed all the peace and serene moments in his office he can achieve for taking care of Penacony is not an easy feat. The man always rather indulge his free time reading through the small collection of books, the dimly lit room with candles lighting up the mood as soft jazz played through the room.
The situation that night, however was quite different. The room is still dimly lit by scented candles and soft jazz plays in the room. The shadow dances as the two man indulge themselves in their sinful dance. Sunday was positioned on his table, bend down as his pristine light grey pants were on his ankles as the foul man behind him continued his thrusting without a care for Sunday. The man held one of his rough calloused hand gripping Sunday's hips while the other continuously gave small smacks on his behind. Sunday accidentally let out a small whine, a voice echoing his enjoyment of the treatment he received. His white untainted wings covering his face, specifically his eye.
"Like that?" The man behind him voiced out, his voice deep, rough, and raspy caused by years and years of cigarettes and alcohol consumption. "What will the whole Penacony thinks, seeing their precious head of the oak family enjoys getting fucked in his office by a mere bartender?" The man said as he moved his body forward, bending down to reach the halovian's ear still gripping his hips the roughness of his stubble getting into contact Sunday's neck as he let out another high pitched whine. The coat is thrown into his chair leaving him with only his turtleneck and blazer.
Sunday could smell the hint of musk, alcohol, and aftershave from the man behind him. "Just do as you were ordered too, you nasty dog," He managed to grasped out in between moans, his voice clear with insult. Sunday gripped the edge of the table. "I don't have the patience to deal with your insults, Gallagher." Sunday moaned at the end of his sentence as he closed his eyes in bliss. His wings quivering behind his head from the pleasure his body is receiving.
"Now, now don't insult the man who's got you quivering like a whore, little bird," Gallagher smirks at him, managed to hit a particular spot in Sunday which made him gasp and his wings deflect as Gallagher took a chance on biting his ears. Gallagher gives a harsh grip on his hips before thrusting and moving harder as Sunday loses all his will and grasp the table to hold on to something yet ended up scrambling at the top of the table and dropping some of the stuff on his table. Gallagher continues on whispering sweet nothings on Sunday's ears as the man went back on covering his eyes with his wings. He licked his revealed neck before biting into the flesh, Gallagher can feel as Sunday tighten up around him as he continued to moan and again knocking out a few more things in his wake.
"If you kept on knocking out stuff like that, we'll get caught you know." Gallagher smirked as he took a chance to lick a stripe of Sunday's sweat. He knew how much Sunday hated when he brings up the fact that anyone can walk into his office and see the situation he is in. "Sweet." He commented more as an insult. He continued his torturing pace slowly and erotically moving behind Sunday while the man is losing his patience.
".....faster...." Sunday muttered in between soft groans.
"What's that little birdie?" Gallagher smirked, a very wide smirk written on his face. He knew Sunday is losing all his patience facing this situation and that is what Gallagher wanted to see. He wanted the halovian to show his true colors and shows how much of a greedy and territorial and even dangerous yet magnificent and beautiful creature he is and to indulge into the halovians sinful desire.
Sunday was always depicted as a saint, an untainted holy saint blessed by the aeons with beauty and power in the eyes of the people of Penacony. But, here in his dimly lit office, Sunday is nothing but a sinner indulging in his needs to be pleasured by a man undeserving of doing so.
"C'mon, Birdy do your little halovian trick and make me do what you wanted me to do?" Gallagher dared the man. His pace still going but slower and slower to tease the already panting halovian. The torturous pace, still make Sunday hazy from all the pleasure he is receiving.
"Never." Sunday spat back, gripping the table as he try to summon whatever is left of his patience.
"Sing for me, Birdy. Manipulate me, control me, make me do what you wanted me to do. Be Greedy, Birdy." Gallagher mutter in such a sweet tone next to his ears. His stubble against the collar of Sunday's dress shirt.
Sunday gasped, as he grasped the end of his table effectively knocking out a few books he left to read later. He was fighting the urge to do it, to use his ability to hypnotize and manipulate people. "For...forgive me Father...for I have...sinned..." Sunday panted from his thoughts on using his powers as suddenly Gallagher piston his hips like it was his last. Just as he was about to reach his peak, Gallagher stopped and pulled out.
"You...how dare you disobey your orders?" Sunday growled as he try to got up and stand straight on his feet. Gallagher smirked as he let Sunday stand tall. Gallagher stood still behind him, his clothes as disheveled as always. His belt is undone, his cock hard and shiny from the lube he used. Sunday gulped, as he looked back at him. "What. Did. I. Order. You?" He demanded as he glares back at Gallagher who still kept a firm confident smirk on his face.
"To please you, Birdy." Gallagher spoke.
"And you didn't do as you were ordered?" Sunday retorted back with his deep glare.
"Now," Gallagher pulled his red tie, his red eyes is blown with lust as he pull the tie from his neck, "I never said I was done, Birdy." He smirked before he pushed Sunday down on the table, exactly on his back. Sunday's pants that were once on his ankles were easily ripped as Gallagher's foot stepped on the middle of it. Gallagher forced Sunday's legs to spread as he stood there in between his legs.
He expertly tied Sunday's wrist and with one hand put it on top of his head. "I'll fuck your brains out and left you a quivering whore like last time, yeah?" Gallagher said as he pulled his hands and grab the flask on the side of his maroon pants. He chugged the alcohol in the flask, letting the alcohol burns his throat. He set the flask on the table, one hand is guiding his cock the other hold his hips.
He thrusts inside of him in one go, uncaring that Sunday winced a bit from the delicious pain he experienced. A hand held Sunday's wrist, the other on his hips. He soon began to thrust even harder and faster than before. The table was moving as Gallagher's movements. With each thrust, with each movements is the more tear drips from Sunday's eyes. The man's golden irises is blown as his mind is scrambled from Gallagher being even more rough. He gets off like this, the more Gallagher treats him like shit the more he wants it.
His can barely contain the way his wings moved, as he ignored the ache in his wrist and the soreness in his upper arms. The halo on his head, is hurting him, he forgot to take it off before this session. He was aware Gallagher prefers fucking Sunday while he is on his back, A beautiful view Gallagher once said before slamming the door to his office shut. Sunday doesn't see the appeal of it, he thought Gallagher is just making things up.
"H....harder..." Sunday begged Gallagher with that pleased eyes. His wings quivering.
Gallagher looks down at the view, Sunday's golden irises blown with lust. His watery eyes, the quivering of his wings, the tear stains on his face, his everything. Everything about him. Everything about Sunday. He loves it. Despite Gallagher hate to admit it, he loves the view of this when doing this with Sunday.
He continues his harsh movements, going as rough as Sunday wanted him to be. Watching as sweat is dripping from his forehead. His hand soon moved, from his hips to creep under Sunday's blazer at first. His hand slowly moved from under his blazer, to under his turtleneck. A hand moving before landing on a slight bulge on his stomach. "Huh? I never noticed it bulges...." He smirked at Sunday.
The hand stays on the stomach as with each thrust, the slight bulge can be felt. He moved harder and faster, thrusting without a care which made Sunday panted and whine. Begging for him to go harder, faster, rougher to do anything to make him come and lose his mind. Sunday's leg is shaking from all the pleasure. He soon wrapped his legs around Gallagher's waist. "Galla..Gallagher..." the sweet voice of the halovian broke Gallagher's trance.
Gallagher's hands soon were moving to Sunday's abandoned cock. His rough slightly calloused hands is easily moving his hands up and down on his cock as Sunday's moans and whine is getting more louder with each thrust and with each movement of his hands. He picks a steady pace, before Sunday closed his eyes and his wings automatically hides his face as he screamed out Gallagher's name in ecstasy.
As Sunday reached the waves of his orgasm and tightened around him, Gallagher came with a harsh groan painting Sunday's walls white. He pulled out, and without a word began to fix his clothing. Uncaring that Sunday is still on cloud nine on his back against his Mahogany table. There were no other works spoken.
"If you'll need me, you'll know where to find me." Was the last thing Gallagher spoke before slamming the door of Sunday's office. That's it, that's the only thing they both do. Indulge in the sweet sin of pleasure and leave it at that. No aftercare. No strings. No attachment. No nothing.
Sunday is left still on his back, catching his breath from the peak of his orgasm. His clothes a mess, the state of his clothes is concerning. But, he was content with what he have.
Fin.