his grasp on your collar is gentle, ungloved and slightly shaking hands pulling you in lightly for a nervous kiss. sunday’s always been this way– affections you’re used to being big steps for him. his lips lock with yours, soft pecks turning into deeper kisses. your hand supports him by the small of his back, fingers twined in the cloth separating you two.

sunday pulls away from you, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips as he anxiously meets your gaze. “we don’t have to do this if you truly don’t feel ready yet,” you say, hand on his back rubbing soothing circles. his expression is indignant.

“i’m ready. i want to,” he mumbles, grip tightening on your collar. you dip your head down to press kisses along his jaw, your hands deftly unbuttoning his top. sunday’s hands come to rest on your shoulders, fingers digging into them as you slide his shirt off his shoulders to reveal his pale and unblemished torso. sunday avoids your gaze, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. your hands slide down to rest on his waist, and he pulls at the hem of your shirt before bringing it over your head.

“sunny, i’ll take it slow with you. just tell me if it’s too much. you can do that, right?” a soft ‘mhm’ resonates from his throat, wings twitching lightly as the flush on his face deepens. his hardening cock lays against his stomach, slick dripping from the tip and sticking to his sweaty skin.

“can you tell me yes aloud?”

“yes, my love. thank you for… for caring for me.”

he’s precious. oh so precious, putty in your hands as you undress him further, laying him back in the sheets. his halo and hair spread against the pillow, and he laces his hand with yours, squeezing lightly. you trail your hands down his chest, squeezing at the soft parts of his waist. he whimpers softly at your ministrations, a giggle rising from his chest.

“are you alright?” you ask, raising an eyebrow and looking up towards him. a nervous smile plays on his lips, and he quickly glances away from your stare.

“just… excited. nervous. i love you, deeply.”

bringing your head down to a beauty mark on his hip, you kiss it, pressing wet kisses on your way and blowing light air over the wet marks left behind. sunday twitches and giggles, thighs snapping together and squishing your head. he gasps, but quickly laughs and spreads his legs again. 

“i love you too, sunday,” you mumble, pressing a kiss on the skin on his stomach next to his cock. the tip is flushed red. “may i use my mouth on you?”

he nods, eyes turning up to the ceiling. you poke at his hip, sunday’s gaze falling back on you.

“words, sunday.”

“yes. please,” he whispers. 

opening your mouth, your tongue darts out to lavish over the tip, sunday’s breath quickening as you suck it wetly. glancing up at him, tears brim at the corners of his eyes, eyebrows twisted up in sensitivity induced pleasure. he holds your hand tighter as you bob your head to suck his cock deeper into your throat.

sunday whimpers so prettily as you work your mouth over him, thighs shaking lightly, the salty taste of his precome lining the top of your palate. his thighs press together to squeeze against your head. your free hand spreads his legs apart again, popping off his dick with a string of spit and precome sticking to your lips.

you press kisses to the tip, sucking wetly on it. sunday gently whimpers, and in your peripheral you can see his wings twitching rapidly. patting around the sheets behind you, you grasp a small bottle of lube and bring it closer, sitting up and letting go of sunday’s hand.

“do you feel comfortable enough to go further?” “please… can we try?” he says, sitting up shakily to press his sweaty forehead to yours, bangs sticking against your head. a smile plays on your lips, and you lean forward to kiss him, but he flinches away with his eyes shut. sunday chuckles, shaking his head.

“no, not after you were doing that.”

the two of you laugh together, your hands coming to support sunday as you both fall back against the sheets, legs tangled together. sunday kisses your cheek, nuzzling his head against yours. 

uncapping the lube, and spilling some over your fingers, you slick them up to warm the lube with friction– sunday watching with a small hint of hesitation on his face. you sit up, placing your clean hand to lay over his heart. the beat is quick, matching the rise and fall of his chest.

“sunday, can you try to slow your breathing for me?” you ask, and sunday quickly nods, closing his eyes as you lower your hand down to his hole. his chest movement slows, and you press one finger slowly into the tight heat. sunday gasps, wings flapping out suddenly, legs clenching together instinctively.

trying not to make any sudden movements, you twine your free hand with his. his grip is deathly, knuckles pale as he tightly holds on. 

“sorry, i’m– sorry, continue. you can,” sunday whispers. his eyes are clenched together, jaw loose as a drop of sweat trails down his face. he nods to reassure you, and you press deeper into him. gritting his teeth, he tries his best to keep himself calm.

whispering reassurances as you continue to prep him, sunday moans as you press against his prostate.

“i-i feel… it’s!-” sunday whines, and you crook your fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves again.

his spine arches up towards you, wings flapping rapidly as his cock twitches and spurts wet come against his stomach, streaking upwards to twine with his sweat. soft whimpers leave his mouth as he gnaws on his bottom lip, muffling his noises of pleasure. tears drip down his face, and you continue to work him through his orgasm.

he slumps back into the sheets, chest heaving as you slow your finger movements and bring your free hand to cusp his cheek. he nuzzles deep into your touch, and shimies uncomfortably as you pull your fingers out slowly, careful not to brush against anything sensitive.

“are you okay, my love?” you ask, rubbing your thumb against his flushed cheek.

“i’m o-okay. please, i want to make you feel good too,” he mutters, bending his wing to rest against your hand. “can we do it?”

you nod at sunday, slicking yourself up once more with the lube, tugging with a few quick pumps to warm up your cock. you press the tip against his stretched hole, and he wraps his arms around your shoulders, holding on with a reassuring smile on his face.

“i’m ready, please. i love you.”

you nudge your hips forward, the tip of your cock catching on the rim of his hole. his gasps, chest quickly rising as you press further. his face is twisted in pleasure, wings covering his eyes, mouth agape as quick and short breaths pant through his lips. you bring your hands to his thighs to spread him further apart, squeezing them. your hips meet flush with his ass, and he peeks through his feathers to make eye contact with you. 

“hi,” you say, and sunday giggles, a big smile breaking upon his face.

“hello, my love.” he says between laughs, arms tightening around your neck. “can we… kiss?”

“i thought you didn’t want to after i just had my mouth on you.”

sunday scoffs playfully, using his arms to bring your lips down to lock with each other.

“you can move,” he mumbles against your lips, before slotting his lips against yours, tongue darting to lick against your mouth. you pull out slowly, and he gasps into your mouth. you slowly push your cock back into his warm hole, and he nods quickly, pulling away from the kiss.

“want it, please,” sunday whines, and you begin a slow pace, hips nearly pulling out of him and pushing back inside passionately as sunday writhes beneath you. his feathers are twitching again, piercings clicking against his jaw as he grinds back onto you.

“feels– so good, i love you, i love you,” he pants out, tongue peeking over his bottom lip as he pants and moans. his warm, wet hole tightens against your cock as you firmly pound against his prostate. “please, so good!”

you grasp around his leaking, sensitive cock, tugging in time with your thrusts. the added sensitivity is too much for sunday, eyes rolling up into his head and drool begging to seep from the corner of his mouth.

“s-so much– i love you, love you!” he cries, a loud groan escaping his mouth as a small spurt of cum leaks from his cock, having spent it all before. your orgasm builds in your stomach, pressing deeper into sunday as you both reach your peak at the same time. sunday pulls you in through whimpers, kissing you firmly and wetly. yanking you against him, you land atop his panting chest, pressing your head into his sweaty neck.

You kept your curiosity to yourself for several days, until now. The express family all doing their own thing within their own rooms, you and Sunday left alone in the parlor car together. You both sit on one of the red couches, leaning into each other. Your eyes drift from your phone to Sunday, him reading some kind of book from the archives. You look at his hair, the messy silver locks, to his wings. The silver feathers that you've been curious about for days on end. Sunday suddenly moves, now his eyes looking into yours.

"Is something wrong, my dear?" he suddenly speaks,  making you flinch in surprise. He lets out a chuckle at your reaction, his hands gently setting a bookmark in his book and setting it aside.

You recover from the slight shock, "mmm… not really. I just have a bit of a question, if you don't mind."

He nods, urging you to continue.

"Would it be alright if I… touched your wings?"

A sound of surprise comes from Sunday. His wings curl into themselves slightly. Maybe you said something you shouldn't have?

"It's alright if you don't want to, Sunday! I've just been curious about it, you know," you try to explain.

Sunday's eyes widen, raising up his hands, "no, no it's alright, my love. I just didn't expect you to ask the question," he looks around the parlor car, as if someone is hiding away from you two, "a halovian's wings are quite… sensitive. Since we're out in the open and someone could see, it's a bit…"

Oh…

Ohhhh…

That's one of your questions answered.

A mischievous smile spreads across your face, "Sensitive you say? Well… Dan Heng is in the archives, Miss Himeko and Mr. Yang are in their rooms, March and the twins are forcing Pom-Pom to try on outfits in March's room. I'm sure we'll be alright."

Sunday lets out a shaky sigh. He sets his book beside him. His wings stretch out, nonverbally inviting you to touch them. You reach out, your fingertips about to brush against the feathers. Your eyes dart to Sunday's hooded ones.

"Are you sure it's alright, dove?

The pet name makes Sunday's face heat up, his voice sounding a bit weaker than previously, "of course, dear."

You reach forward, fingertips coming in contact with his feathers. You stroke the silky feathers of Sunday's carefully. Your fingers dance on the edges of them. Engrossing yourself in the feeling of the feathers. Even with those slightest touches have a deep blush spreading across the halovian's face. It brings a smile to you as you continue on.

Ever since Sunday had joined the express, you saw the condition of his feathers improve. Sunday tried to always keep his feathers perfect when he was in Penacony, but the stress of being the head had made him pluck his feathers out. It was something he had confided in you after you had gotten together. Your hand drifts closer to the base of Sunday's wings as you lean closer to his ear. Your breath fans against Sunday's ears. The man lets out a gasp, his thighs rubbing together.

"You're so handsome, you know that?" your words float into Sunday's ear as he lets out a whimper. The praise seemingly getting him even more excited. It makes you continue.

"You're so, so good for me, my dove. Letting me do this to you…"

"W-wait- love-" Sunday pants out as you rub more vigorously on his wing.

You pout at him, still continuing your ministrations. You lean closer to Sunday, your other hand reaching towards the untouched wing. To avoid an awkward position, you swing your leg over Sunday's lap to situate yourself better. You settle onto his lap, both of your hands touching Sunday's wings. The new position makes Sunday groan. He leans back against the couch, his hands reaching to your hips. Though, your voice stops him.

"No touching, dove. Not me or yourself. You can keep your hands to yourself, right?" you question him with an innocent voice.

He lets out a whimper, but nods to you.

"Good boy," you give a kiss to Sunday's nose as you lean closer, Sunday jolting as you do so.

His hands grip onto the couch like a lifeline as you continue. You continue to touch his feathers. Your hand on his right wing touches the longest feathers farthest from the base. Running your fingers along the silkiness of them, enjoying the texture of them. You massage the base of his left wing, feeling the smaller feathers and his piercings with the other.

"How'd it feel getting piercings on your wings when they're this," you emphasize your words by pressing against the base of Sunday's left wing, "sensitive?"

"I- it-" Sunday tries to speak. However, he's cut off by the sound of his own pants unzipping. Your right hand brushing over his hard-on.

"I mean, look at you. You're hard already and I haven't even tried to touch you here."

Your teasing makes Sunday close his eyes from embarrassment. You lean forward, a smirk on your face as you give a kiss to the tip of his nose. Sunday's eyes slowly open as you press your foreheads together.

Sunday always looks adorable when he's desperate. It's not something he'd show everyone, after all. This more submissive, way less controlling side. When he gets like this, pliant and willing to accept everything you'd do, you can't help but fall in love with him more. You study his face more. His hooded eyes now clear with a want for your touch and a need for release. His wings that look more than a bit messy because of your musings with them. The deep red blush that decorates his usually composed face.

"You're beautiful, you know that, Sunday?" your voice is softer as you speak.

Sunday's eyes widen at your words. He leans back, back pressing into the couch, from surprise at your words. You feel him twitch at the praise. Your right hand is still pressed against the prominent bulge held back by his underwear. It makes you smile. He's always been weak to praise.

You continue talking as you pull his underwear down enough, "My good boy, my precious boy. So perfect to me. I love you so, so much, you know?"

His cock springs out from its confines. Sunday lets out a shaky gasp as the cool air of the parlor car hits him. You lift your hand up to his stomach, slowly running it down. You feel the material of his turtleneck as you keep going down, brushing against his feathery bush as you reach his cock. Your hand wraps around him. His tip is red and irritated from all of the stimulation and no relief. It makes you give a teasing smile to him. Perhaps another time, you'd be on your knees to blow him and let him come in your mouth until he can't anymore. However, this time, you want to tease him as much as you can.

Your hand does languid pumps while the other continues to stroke his wings. Gently running around the base and earrings. Those seem to be the most sensitive places. It makes Sunday jump when you touch him in those places unexpectedly and his cock twitches if you do it long enough. You'll definitely use this as an advantage in the coming days together.

Sunday's whimpers and gasps start to turn into full-on moans as you continue to jerk him off and stroke his wings. The pleasure from the sensitive areas seeming to send his mind into overdrive. No fully formed words come out of his mouth, just repeats of please, please, please and your name. You speed your hand up, leaning your head close to Sunday's ear and wing again. You open your mouth, breath fanning over his ear again. Though, you say nothing.

"Ah-!" Sunday lets out a yelp as you bite into his wing. It makes him curl into you, hands now grasping onto your clothes. A frown falls onto your face.

You pull your hands back just as Sunday starts to match your pumps with thrusts of his own. Sunday looks up to you, uncharacteristically flustered and disheveled. The fact only you can make him like this and see him like this makes you smile once again.

"Why did you pull away?" Sunday asks, "I was just about to come…"

"I told you not to touch, didn't I?" you tilt your head at him.

Sunday's eyes widen as he realizes what he had done. His wings droop and he looks guilty. You let out an amused sigh and lean forward to give him a kiss.

"I'll give you everything you want and more later, alright, dove?"

He gives a nod to you as you pull away, no doubt already thinking of the things you'd do to him later. Maybe that's you simply projecting, though.

You help Sunday fix himself back up in case anyone enters the parlor car. Tucking himself back into his underwear, having him put his pants back on. You fix his hair and let him fix his own wings. He looks as good as before you two started to mess around just before someone enters the parlor car.