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“Fuck, kid, I hadn’t pegged you as the type to love sucking cock.”
Sunday didn’t answer with words, but his wings flicked happily as he licked his way up Ashveil’s shaft, golden eyes fixed on the Ranger as he swirled his tongue teasingly around the tip.
To be fair, most people probably wouldn’t assume that about him. Honestly, Sunday himself always assumed he wouldn’t enjoy it, until the first time he found himself on his knees in front of a certain Bloodhound. He always thought it would feel degrading, but there was power in the act, in being so thoroughly in charge of his partner’s pleasure, hearing them moan and writhe and beg as he took them apart with his mouth.
Ashveil wasn’t begging yet, but he would be soon. Sunday would make sure of it.
So he got back to work, one hand braced on the other man’s thigh as he swallowed around Ashveil’s cock. It was perfect, just the right size to hit the back of Sunday’s throat without truly choking him. He hollowed out his cheeks and sucked, drawing a delicious moan out of the detective.
“Aeons, that’s good,” Ashveil groaned, head falling back against the back of the couch as Sunday’s mouth moved up and down.
Sunday made a pleased noise from his spot on the floor, a soft little hum that vibrated around Ashveil’s cock and left him leaking precum on the Halovian’s tongue. His slender fingers wrapped around the base as he lapped eagerly at the slit for more.
He felt a hand hovering by his halo, but then Ashveil must have thought better of it and settled his hand in Sunday’s hair instead. The Halovian pulled back for a moment, stroking him slowly as he spoke. “You can keep it there, but please don’t pull on it,” he said simply as he met Ashveil’s gaze.
“I won’t,” Ashveil assured, and then, after a beat- “It’s the halo, actually. See, the thing is, I heard this rumor a long time ago, hell if I remember when, exactly, that-”
“Get to the point, Mr. Ashveil.”
The detective laughed warmly. “Yes, sir,” he drawled, and those two words went straight to his cock. “It’s an erogenous zone, right?”
Sunday stilled. He’d heard the same rumour over the years- Dan Heng had actually asked him about it, for the data bank, of course, but he had never let anyone touch him there, never trusted anyone enough for that level of closeness. “Touching a Halovian’s halo is generally considered to be a very intimate act,” he said carefully, watching the older man’s reaction with measured breath.
“And I’m sure that’s where the rumors come from,” Ashveil replied, eyes sparkling. “I just figured you’d be able to give me a firsthand yes or no answer.”
But Sunday just shook his head. “Unfortunately, I can’t.” Ashveil gave him a nod, apparently content to leave it at that, but at this point, Sunday had to admit…he was curious, too.
“That being said,” he continued slowly, watching the detective raise an eyebrow. “The spirit of the Trailblaze is to discover new things. About ourselves, in particular.”
A wolfish grin crept across Ashveil’s face. “Oh, of course, for the Trailblaze.” Then his expression softened. “If you don’t like it, if it’s too much, just tell me and I’ll stop right away.”
“Thank you,” Sunday said with a soft smile, bracing himself as Ashveil started to reach for him. “Oh, glove on, please.” Ashveil nodded, feeling around for where he’d pulled it off earlier and slipping it back on. Sunday took another breath, trying to push back the anxiety flaring up in the back of his mind. Maybe if he was busy…
So he dipped his head back down, wrapping his lips around Ashveil’s cock again. The detective’s erection had flagged a bit during their conversation and Sunday got back to work, licking and sucking and teasing as it filled out in his mouth again.
And then a jolt of electric pleasure shot through him without warning as Ashveil tentatively brushed a gloved finger along the inside rim of Sunday’s halo. The feeling disappeared just as quickly as it started- Ashveil pulled his hand back, looking down at the Halovian with pure shock in his eyes. “I didn’t think you’d be one to swear like that,” he said with a wicked grin- Sunday hadn’t even realized he’d said anything.
“Again,” Sunday gasped. He frantically unbuttoned his pants, shoving them down with his underwear to free his aching dick. “More,” he begged, tilting his head slightly to give Ashveil better access.
The detective laughed, a beautiful honeyed rumble that echoed through the room. “Sure thing, angel.” He used two fingers this time, sliding them back and forth along the loop as Sunday moaned, over and over again. It’s so much better, so much more intense than anything he’d ever felt before. He felt every touch on the golden ring as if Ashveil’s fingers were dragging up his length, the heat rippling through his whole body again and again and again.
“That good, huh? You’re practically melting,” Ashveil teased, taking one of the points of the halo between his thumb and finger and pinching, rubbing the same spot incessantly.
Sunday could only moan in response, wings fluttering as he rocked his hips against the air. He certainly felt like he was melting, hard as a rock and dripping precum and more turned on than he’d ever been in his whole life.
Thankfully, Ashveil pulled his hand back, letting Sunday collapse forward into his lap. “I’ve got you,” he murmured as the Halovian caught his breath.
“I think,” Sunday said finally, still panting as he rested his head on Ashveil’s bare thigh, “that I could cum from just touching my halo, given enough time.”
Ashveil’s eyes sparkled. “Now that sounds like a challenge.”
Sunday lifted his head as he tried to gather back at least a modicum of composure. “Mmm, not now, though. Don’t wanna wait.”
He stood up, pushing at Ashveil’s shoulder until the detective laid back on the couch. Sunday kicked off his pants and straddled Ashveil’s hips, angling himself just right so his cock dragged along the older man’s length.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned as Sunday started moving his hips, grinding down with purpose. Ashveil moved his prosthetic to Sunday’s waist, holding him steady as they found a rhythm. Every drag of his cock against Ashveil’s sent sparks up Sunday’s spine- he definitely wasn’t going to last very long even like this.
So he reached between them, wrapping his fingers around them both. It was the first time he’d actually touched himself since they’d gotten started and Sunday whined at the stimulation, wings fluttering fast at the delicious drag of skin on skin. Sunday jerked them off fast, slick and easy as he thrust into his own grip.
“Close,” Ashveil gasped, his grip on Sunday’s waist tightening. His other fingers beckoned Sunday down to him. “C’mere.”
For a moment, Sunday thought Ashveil was going to kiss him- which wouldn’t have been unwelcome, honestly, but certainly new. Instead, when Sunday leaned down, Ashveil’s fingers curled around his halo.
Sunday came almost instantly, harder than he ever had in his life as the detective’s thumb caressed the inside of the golden ring. “That’s it, baby,” Ashveil murmured, rocking his hips to meet Sunday’s strokes. “That’s- fuck-” he moaned, spilling over the younger man’s fingers. Sunday collapsed against his chest as they both shuddered through the last aftershocks, not even minding when the detective’s hand moved to card lazily through his hair.
When he finally caught his breath back, Sunday grimaced at the mess between them. The closest towel was across the room and he let out a defeated whine as he looked over at it. “Don’t wanna get up,” he pouted.
“Oh, I’ll clean up, then,” Ashveil offered. “I mean, everything pretty much ended up on me, so-”
Sunday shook his head, pressing down on the older man’s chest as he stood up. “No. Stay.” He paused then sighed. “Sorry, I’m…particular.”
“Yeah, I kinda got that impression,” Ashveil said with a chuckle. “I don’t mind. I mean, you definitely won’t catch me complaining about laying down after a good fuck.”
That got a little laugh out of Sunday as he wiped them both down. “Good would be an understatement.” He dropped the towel and pressed a quick kiss to Ashveil’s lips, wings fluttering at the way the detective chased his lips for more.
“You know,” Ashveil drawled, eyes glittering. “I got my answer about the halo, but…what about the wings?”
Said wings wiggled by his ears as he smirked down at Ashveil. “That, I know the answer to already.”
The older man pouted. “Well, I don’t.”
Sunday sighed and made a show of thinking about his answer. “Fine,” he said with a soft smile. “Fifteen minutes?”
Ashveil’s eyes went wide. “Fifteen minutes? Come on, now, I’m an old man!” He grinned lazily as Sunday curled back into him. “Though, if you kiss me again, I might be able to go in twenty.”
“Deal,” Sunday said as he closed the distance between them.