poor sunday couldn't help the tears that streamed down his pretty pink flushed cheeks, he felt overwhelmed in every way at the moment, overwhelmed by your hands, your touch, the pleasure that you gave him, and your words. he'd agreed to this, of course, and this was exactly what you wanted, to make him cry, to hear him sob, reveling in the tears that streamed down his face, the way his nose was dripping, how his lips and skin were flushed pink from how hard he cried and how hard he bit his lips, it was all so beautiful and pleasurable to you, and in turn, it was pleasurable to him too.
he would hiccup and whimper as you guided him to his knees, the halovian wings that adorned the sides of his face fluttering as if wanting to hide his shameful expression, but you wouldn't let him, you wanted to see his tear-stricken face, to enjoy it. your nudge your cock against his wet cheeks, rubbing against the slick skin, before sliding your tip right into his pretty mouth, thrusting slowly and gently at first, letting him have a bit of control in this moment, bobbing his head around your cock till it bumped the back of his throat, almost making him gag, tears streaming even more down his face, snot dripping from his nose in a way that almost made it hard to breathe, which only turned you on more, and it made his own cock throb in his pants. the way you stroked his hair and face so gently and lovingly greatly contradicted the degrading words that left your lips, fucking his throat as if he was just a toy to you. you'd pat his cheek in a condescending way when you'd pull your dick out of his mouth, a string of saliva still connecting you both, his chest heaving a bit with soft cries as he tried to catch his breath, he knew you weren't done with him as you propped his legs up over your shoulders, pulling the cute plug out of his asshole, already eager and waiting for you. his eyes would roll back as you slid in, legs tightening around your head, moaning and sniffling as you fucked him, and the more he cried, the harder you got, it only made you want to fuck him even harder, to make him sob. when you'd finally spill inside his tight little hole, he'd cum soon after, his aching cock twitching and cumming against his tummy, thighs shaking around your head. when everything was done, you'd make sure to let your poor angel know that you still loved him, how good he had done and how good he'd made you feel, going back to being sweet to him again, and deep down, he was in love with it.