𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘.

@dropratemaxxing — his slim torso and fine lines on his abdomen that leads to hip dips that’s hidden beneath his slacks. That can wait. “You’re beautiful no matter how thin or heavy you are, but I do need you to eat regularly. The baby won’t survive if you eat only when told to.”

@dropratemaxxing His kisses trail downward, down to his neck. Working his fingers while his neck was arm-locked proves to be quite difficult, but he’s learned that nothing is difficult when it comes to Aventurine. Sunday works his way to unbutton Aventurine’s shirt, slowly revealing —

@seraphoforder "You called?"

@dropratemaxxing — during their private times is an honour for him. “Hold on tight.” Aventurine is thinner now, something Sunday notices as he carries him to their bedroom. Stressed about work, probably. Sunday then carefully lays him down on the bed. “You’re thinner.”

@dropratemaxxing “And I know you like to be treated like one—by me,” the addition is important. Aventurine disclosed it to himself some long time ago, which Sunday considers to be an honour. He’s familiarised himself with how Aventurine works professionally, so being able to spoil him —

@dropratemaxxing “Now that we’re comfortable with each other, you seem getting lazier with your ways to seduce me,” but Sunday is no more than enamoured by him, and therefore, can’t resist leaving a peck on Aventurine’s lips. “You don’t want to move to bedroom?”

@seraphoforder "Hmmm, I'm not sure." He says, lazily snuggling into his man. "I may very well be right now. Wanna check?"

@dropratemaxxing “Before I do that, though,” Aventurine smelled like heaven—if there’s such a thing as it. It’s hard not to get aroused whenever he smelled him; something that Aventurine liked to poke fun at him. “Are you ovulating now? What’s the best date for you to get pregnant?”

@seraphoforder "I know that you've been very eager ever since I agreed to this, but for us to raise our own child together, you have to actually put one inside me first."

@dropratemaxxing “Because you complained how my knees poke on your butt, but I will not object if you wish to sit on my lap instead.” And also there’s a massager installed on the chair beside him.

@seraphoforder Aventurine only stares with a questioning look. "And what about your lap?"

“I heard today was supposed to be the annual Kakava Day. Happy birthday, Mr. Aventurine. May the luck always be with you. — S.” @dropratemaxxing

A bouquet of flowers and a small box sits unassuming among stacks of papers. The desk seems to be deserted of its owner, though the person that left the packages seemed to not pay any mind. A small note with elegant handwriting lies opened next to the gifts.

@tripletbbie || Haha... Mungkin malah dipanggil rambut biru? Seperti Trailblazer dipanggil rambut abu-abu? Oh iya, di sini Nona Tribios apakah seperti Tribbie ketika kirim pesan?

@seraphoforder / Sunny apa Sun-chan ya? Apa malah Day-chan? "σ(Ⲻⲻ Ⲻ )𓈒𓂂𓏸 Betah kok betah (harusnya). Semoga kita cepat ketemu di canon jadi ada referensi mau manggil apa. Agak salah fokus tapi ga apa ya sunny~! Nanti kami tubruk!!

/ Halo! Halo!! ⌯•͈ᴗ•͈⌯ಣ Kami pengirim menfess ini. Salam kenal dan jangan sungkan buat interaksi sama kami ya！(⑉> ᴗ <⑉)

@thehezro || Boleh banget, kalau mau interaksi yang non-Canon juga gapapa banget

@seraphoforder / Silahkan! Kalau nanti ada interaksi antara Sunday dan Phainon, saya izin toel kalian apakah boleh???

/ Selamat malam, semua. Sekiranya berkenan, mari menjalin hubungan pertemanan bersama kami. 🤝 @ruxnway @ArcaneVigil @blossoqm @pnxblue @LightUpMyPyre @OfElysiae @hangedmanb @lukawijaya @seraphoforder @kuroudofensuru

@tripletbbie || Sunny... iya boleh... Semoga betah ya, Nona Tribios...

@seraphoforder / Makasih follow back-nya Sunny~! Iya, ayo interaksi. Pokoknya jangan sungkan sama kami ya~ ( ˶˙ᵕ˙˶ )︎︎

!2DFess | Salam dari kami berdua yang mencari kawan baru, sebab baru diberi nyawa oleh penulis. Apabila tertarik untuk berkawan, bisa tinggalkan jejak berupa repost dan akan kami hampiri nanti! - Canon.

@dropratemaxxing — wanting more. He breaks off the kiss, though, because he needs to breathe and his chest is becoming too heavy. He eyes the string of saliva connecting their lips for a second, and redirects his stare at Aventurine’s face. “Aventurine,” he breathes out, “I like you.”

@dropratemaxxing He licks the seam of Aventurine’s lips, tasting away the saline tears and nibbles the thin lip softly. Aventurine always tastes heavenly, like honey, subtle sweet, fruity taste with a hint of lip balm. His lips are surprisingly soft and well-cared, and Sunday finds himself —

Now that our stomachs are both filled, we decide to retreat to our—Aventurine's—bedroom. Aventurine is different when he retreats to his quarter; he talks less and is not as frivolous as he usually presents himself. I, for one, enjoy the silence as Aventurine sometimes reminds me