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[consonanter]

[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. ]