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“Sunday..”
A small whimper came from Boothill, who was currently blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back. Sure, this was his idea but the way Sunday was executing it? He couldn't tell if he was supposed to be scared or turned on.
“Yes, my love?” A hand caressed Boothill's cheek, and he leaned into the touch. The warmth of his partners hand without his gloves almost made him forget the situation he was in. “You have to use your words with me.. I won't do anything you don't want.” Boothill mumbled something, yet it was unable to be heard by the halovian.
Sunday frowned at that, removing his hand and walking away from the bed. “That wont do darling..” He stated, a false hint of disappointment in every word. Yet Boothill believed it. He could hear Sunday walking away from him and hear how his voice got quieter as he got further. “Sunday.. Don't leave me.. Come back..” He whined. He wanted to reach out his hands and attempt to hold his partner, but he couldn't. That damn rope had him tied up good.
“Boothill.. I'd never leave you.” From the way he spoke, the cyborg could just tell he had a fucked up smile on his face. He wouldn't say he was scared of Sunday, but when he spoke like that? Shit, something in him almost told him to get the fuck away from him. Yet he never did. He never could. Even if Boothill wanted to, leaving Sunday would be impossible. “You're all mine.. And I'm all yours.” They both knew that better than anyone else ever could.
Boothill was stuck to Sunday like a damn dog on a leash. He was obsessed with the damn guy. Anyone could ask Boothill anything and he'd manage to turn it into a conversation about Sunday. Everything was about him. It was almost sickening, but he didn't seem to care. Sunday loved every last bit of it. He loved how equally obsessed they were with eachother.
Slowly, the halovian climbed back onto their bed and removed the blindfold. Finally, Boothill could see again. He could finally see Sunday.. See how gorgeous he looked when it was just the two of them. He adored him when there were others around, but when it was just the two of them.. He was able to appreciate everything about him, and god there was a lot to appreciate.
“My dove.. Please..” He whispered, a pathetic expression on his face to match the equally pathetic tone he spoke in. Sunday simply smiled, sitting on the others lap with one arm on Boothill's cheek and the other dangerously close to his crotch. “Please what? I can't help you if you don't speak to me properly.” He whispered, quickly moving to nibble on the cyborgs ear. A small whimper followed, and Sunday simply chuckled at that. “So sensitive.. Though I'm not surprised. You're only human here after all.”
It was times like this Boothill wished he was still fully human. Sure, he could still feel on other parts of his body but.. It was weak. He could just barely feel the touch. He'd never complain though, he was just glad to be able to still slightly feel. Even if he was no longer human. “Just a little longer, hm? You can do that.. Right? Be good for me.” Sunday smiled, kissing his neck before looking into the others eyes. Boothill nodded. He'd never admit it verbally, but god being praised drove him crazy. If he could get any more turned on than he was right now, he fucking would.
The cyborg whimpered again, he could see Sunday now so he knew he hadn't gone far. Though any distance where they were apart drove him insane. It almost felt like his own personal hell. “Dove.. Come back...” He whispered, hoping Sunday would listen and return like he always did. Unfortunately, he didn't. A large frown appeared on his face as he leaned against the headboard and stared at the ceiling. ‘He wouldn't abandon me.. Right? Right.’ He thought, mind wandering to try and think of what was taking the other so long. “So impatient. Didn't I just tell you to wait?” That voice returned, and Boothill snapped back to look at the man approaching him.
“You did.. I know.. But..” A gentle finger placed on his lips interrupted him. He almost attempted to grab Sunday again, yet the rope was still tied around his hands. The halovian noticed this and let out a slight sigh. “You just can't listen, can you? What if I left you here, hm? Left you all alone.." He wrapped his hands around Boothill's neck, slightly applying pressure but not enough to alter his breathing. “Don't.. Please don't leave me, dove..” He felt so insanely weak. Normally he'd hate feeling weak, he would always become violent and aggressive at even the thought of being weak. With Sunday, it was different. He would gladly be weak if it kept him around.
“I won't.. I'll stay with you. I always will. However you not listening..” He paused for a second, hands moving down to slowly remove Boothill's pants. “We'll have to work on that.. Surely you understand, right?” Sunday smiled, watching the unchanging expression on his lovers face. It was always interesting to him to see how Boothill reacted to certain things. For someone who could barely feel anything except for on his face, he was very sensitive from the waist down.
The cyborg only nodded in response, face red and too embarrassed to say anything else. “Very good.” Sunday completely removed the others pants, throwing them off into some corner of the room. Not like they'll need them anytime soon anyways.
Slowly and carefully, he inserted two fingers into Boothill. It took the other a bit to finally process the action and feel it, but when he did .. “Sundaayy...” He whimpered, filthy sounds escaped his mouth as he leaned his head back against the headboard again. He wanted more. “Please.. Enough with the- ngh.. Enough with the teasin’.. Please.” Boothill's teary eyes met Sunday's. It was obvious he was enjoying messing with his lover.
“Patience. Must I remind you whos in control?” With that followed a rough thrust of his fingers, making a loud moan escape the other. Boothill bit his lip, allowing a small bit of blood to drip from how sharp his teeth were. “That's more like it.” He whispered, adding one more finger before thrusting them all in at a brutal pace. There was a decent amount of blood dripping from the cyborgs mouth at this point, and Sunday finally noticed. He moved to lick the blood on Boothill's lips followed by a kiss immediately after. The kiss felt like it lasted forever, and then they finally pulled away the cyborg whined a little.
“Dove.. Please. I need you.." He whined, trying to suppress the noises that followed. The halovian glared at him, a bit disappointed but he wasn't going to do anything about it. He couldn't blame Boothill either, as his own cock was painfully hard. “Alright. I suppose you've been good. Good boys like you deserve a reward, don't they?” He smiled, slowly removing his fingers. Boothill whined again at the loss, but it was quickly silence by another short kiss.
Sunday removed his pants, and quickly followed up with his boxers. Boothill could only stare. The halovian sat infront of him, reaching behind him to finally remove the rope that held his hands together. As quickly as he did that, the cyborg placed his hands on Sunday and pulled him as close as possible. “You're so desperate.. My beautiful boy..” Boothill nodded his head, wanting to kiss the other, yet hesitating.
Sunday laughed, running a hand through his lovers hair. “Don't worry.. I won't keep you waiting.” He smiled, carefully lining himself up with Boothill's cunt. The cyborg watched, slightly drooling as he finally felt Sunday enter him. A loud moan escaped the both of them, yet it was obvious who was louder.. Sunday sat there for a moment, waiting for the other to calm down and confirm it was okay for him to move.
“Go ahead.. Don't.. Don't be gentle.” Sunday raised an eyebrow at that. “Oh really? If you truly say so, my dear.” He smiled, almost completely pulling out and then thrusting completely back in at a brutal pace. He kept up that pace, paying close attention to Boothill's expressions and reactions. His head was leaned against the headboard, eyes shut tightly while he bit his lips again. Boothill's arms were tightly wrapped around Sunday to make sure he didn't leave him. Sunday allowed him to do so, and in return he tightly held onto his waist. “Aeons- Fuck-.. Boothill.” He grunted, biting his own lip as he kept up with his brutal pace.
The cyborg was completely incapable of speaking actual words anymore, only letting out loud and sinful noises. They flooded the room, he wouldn't be surprised if people outside could hear them too. Finally he opened his eyes, looking at Sunday and pulling him as close as possible. “Boothill.. My love, I'm here.” He smiled and reassured him, pulling him in for a kiss. It was sloppy and messy, but neither of them seemed to care anymore. Boothill wrapped his legs around Sunday, making it hard for him to escape. Not like he even wanted to in the first place.
“I'm so.. So close. Can you be a good boy and take it all?” Sunday smiled, running a hand through Boothill's hair. He could only nod in response, whimpering as he felt Sunday's thrusting get messier. “Wonderful.. Beautiful. My beautiful boy..” He pulled out one last time before slamming in and finally releasing inside with a loud moan.
They sat there connected for a bit, Boothill's legs still tightly wrapped around Sunday's waist. He didn't want to let go or move them. He was perfectly fine with staying like this forever. Unfortunately for him though, the halovian didn't agree. “I have to clean up.. As much as I would love to stay with you forever, I'd much rather stay with you while clean, my dear.” He planted a kiss on the others cheek before slowly pulling out. His cum leaked out almost like a fountain. Jesus christ.. That'd be annoying to clean up. Boothill whimpered a little at the loss, but didn't say anything.
Sunday stepped away for a bit, and returned with a small cloth to clean up their mess. Shortly after, he climbed back onto the bed with Boothill. “You must be so tired, hm? Get some rest my love.. I'll be right here. I won't leave you ever.” He smiled, placing a kiss on the others forehead as he laid down next to him. He was shorter, so of course Boothill wrapped his arms around him and fell asleep holding him. Sunday was fine with this. He wouldn't say he was also tired, but a nap wouldn't hurt anyone. He checked his phone before going to bed, seeing a few texts from his sister. He chuckled a little before responding and then turning off his phone and finally deciding to sleep.
Robin: SHUT THE FUCK UP
Robin: IM TRYING TO SLEEP YOU'RE SO LOUD
Sunday: Sorry. It will happen again.
Robin: GO TO HELL.