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[He was supposed to be filling out paperwork.

Sunday is no stranger to how things usually are between them. A song and dance between a monster and her killswitch has always been one they've played over the years. But it has never been like this- not until recently. Lapis is infuriating when she decides to do something to rile him. When she demands his attention, pushes and pulls against every very carefully layered part of his demeanor, and somehow makes her way in still. It's enough to drive him mad.]

Lapis. [He's annoyed, tone half a growl and buried into her throat. Both hands are gripped around her like a vice, possessive and aggressive in how he claims her as his. Still, Sunday can't ignore how it makes electricity crawl up his spine with how tight she is around him, how as close as they are right now, it's still not close enough. Not to him. He needs more, he needs her, and it is an aching need that with either be satisfied or send him spiraling over the edge.

Even worse is how he recognizes what she's doing, and he doesn't try to stop himself from reacting. She's goading him, smugness clear in her voice, and it grinds against every self-taught lesson in patience and in knowing how to wait. His hips cant in a steady rhythm as his fingers dig into her waist, heat pressed against her neck as his tongue marks her with his teeth. His headwings are no exception in how they push forward and press against her skin- soft and gentle, even as Sunday shoves his mouth downwards and into Lapis's collarbone.

And then she grabs his halo.

In his past life, a Halovian's halo was one of the most important things they had in distinguishing themselves amongst their people. It was one that they had to train themselves in to keep it mentally aloft until it was just the same as breathing. Grabbing something that important causes him to almost lose his focus in keeping it steady- and also sets something inwardly ablaze. Sunday grabs at the leg at his waist and forces it up, resting it on his shoulder in retaliation as he picks up the pace just a little, enough to make sure Lapis feels it.]

You- should know better. [She does, he knows she does. But she also likes to annoy him, and he knows that too. It all depends on how far she wants to push him.]

[crisantemo]

[ Maybe hearing Sunday say her name like that shouldn't send a thrill through her, but it's enough to cause her to tremble sharply as her head tilts back - giving him more room to mark the skin. She'll regret this later when she sees the marks he left behind, but right now it's all she wants. For him to mark her, claim her, make it so she feels this hours later. All she wants right now is him, the feeling of his teeth and tongue against her neck pulling shaky gasps from her lips.

And honestly, she should have expected some retaliation. But she still chokes out a gasp as he moves her leg to his shoulder, the change in the angle causing him to brush against a spot that has her seeing stars. That, with how his hips move faster against her own, sends a sharp wave of pleasure through her - burning through her veins and bringing tears to her eyes from how it sears through her. ]

Sunday-! [ His name leaves her in a sharp cry, back arching off the desk as her hips press desperately to his. She needs him so badly, more than she's needed anything else. This still isn't enough; she wants him deeper, closer, until her senses are completely filled with him. ]

H-hah, maybe... [ He's right, she does know better. But she wants to push him, she wants to see all that carefully maintained control burn away into nothing. Consequences are something she can worry about later.

And while his retaliation was enough for her hold to loosen, momentarily distracted and dazed, she's quickly coherent enough to tighten her grip again. Now that she knows that gets a reaction, she won't hesitate to abuse it. ]

But I don't want you to hold back. [ She feels how his headwings brush against her too, gentle in comparison to how he grips onto her. So she angles her head, leaning down just down to brush lips and teeth against the edge of one. ]

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[He's heard Lapis say his name a million times over the years in a million different ways, and yet it always surprises him how much he enjoys hearing her come undone. The way her back arches and pushes her throat right against his teeth has him smiling perhaps a little too widely, a little too smugly in return for how she practically clamors for him to fuck her senseless.

Unfortunately, she's playing a dangerous game that he really has no interest in, so Sunday is going to do what he always does- make sure the control stays in his grasp for as long as he can. Where he was moving at a decent pace before with the both of their hips, now Sunday slows down and takes his time, choosing to go deep instead. There's a shuddered exhale from him as he shifts, heat and pleasure rushing up his back and tightening like a coil in his abdomen, slowly waiting to release.

Still, despite all this, he does not expect her to shift and touch his headwings- and he pays for it, especially with how sensitive they are right now. Lapis' mouth brushes against the feathers and a sound like a mix between a groan and a gasp escapes his lips. The end result has him let out a deep growl in retaliation once he realizes what she's done, and his teeth latch onto her shoulder as he bites down momentarily. Were they meant to be in a meeting later today, there may have been concern as to how he marks her here and now. It's all an afterthought at this point, though.

There's a huff of amusement as he lifts his head afterwards, another thrust pointedly slow, purposely trying to drive her insane.]

I'd wish you luck, but- [He won't let go like that, it's not who he is (or so he thinks).] You did choose me, after all.

[crisantemo]

[ Sunday slows the pace, slides in deeper and Lapis practically whines at the sensation - it's almost agonizing, allowing her to feel every inch of him as he presses deep inside her. Her hands curl at the edge of the desk, needing something to help ground her as her breath stutters; hips still instinctively pressing into his, still wanting him as deep as possible. Honestly she should've known he would do something like this, she knows how stubbornly he clings onto control, so she can't help but feel a little smug herself when even just that brush against his headwings prompts such a reaction.

Not that she can celebrate her slight victory for long; the bite pulling a choked gasp from her, the sting only adding to the burn of pleasure rushing through her. If she cared about marks before, she's long since passed that point - now only curious if she can make him do that again, the sound of that growl making her ache. There's an idea through the pleasurable haze quickly overtaking her, but that's forgotten as he thrusts into her again.

It's maddening, it's feels so so good but also not enough. For that moment all she can manage is a choked gasp of his name as she shudders, chest heaving as he slides into her so slowly. Hands tense at the edge of the desk, knuckles white as the sensation overwhelms her for that moment, before she manages to gather some composure. Only some; her words are breathless and shaky, faint shivers still rushing up her spine as heat pools and clenches in her abdomen. ]

Y-you're right, I did choose you. And it's only you I want. [ Control issues and all. ] Though you know how... stubborn I am.

[ But that means she just has to keep encouraging him to let go.

Which is why a hand releases its grip on the edge of the desk, reaching up to press her fingers against the base of one of his headwings - nails lightly scratching at the feathers there. The other, once again, reaches for his halo; once more gripping tight and tugging. Though this comes with the aim - along with riling him up of course - of bringing his head closer to hers, to make it easier to press her lips to his. ]