[ Sunday makes a bigger mess of themselves as he spreads their combined release everywhere, mixing in with the sweat rolling off their bodies as they gradually come down from their highs. At least he isn't alone with wanting this to never end, because even Six finds himself wishing they could keep going—
But this dream is over, their surroundings slowly fading away. He kisses Sunday once more before moving on to press featherlight ones against his skin, trailing down his neck until he can carve out a few marks on his shoulders.
Sunday asks him for a minute, but Six doesn't think they even have that long. He murmurs something incomprehensible, and before he knows it, the crash of waves against the shore fills the space between them. There are the usual noises coming from a crowd, pulling Six away from the blissful dream he just experienced.
He wakes up, lilac eyes peering up at the parasol that is shielding them from the sun's rays. He doesn't remember falling asleep. But he does glance over to see that Sunday is still by his side, even if there's no evidence left of what happened. ]
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But this dream is over, their surroundings slowly fading away. He kisses Sunday once more before moving on to press featherlight ones against his skin, trailing down his neck until he can carve out a few marks on his shoulders.
Sunday asks him for a minute, but Six doesn't think they even have that long. He murmurs something incomprehensible, and before he knows it, the crash of waves against the shore fills the space between them. There are the usual noises coming from a crowd, pulling Six away from the blissful dream he just experienced.
He wakes up, lilac eyes peering up at the parasol that is shielding them from the sun's rays. He doesn't remember falling asleep. But he does glance over to see that Sunday is still by his side, even if there's no evidence left of what happened. ]