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Gallagher doesn’t remember how they got to this. He doesn’t remember when they moved to the bedroom, nor what started this, and he absolutely didn’t remember when he got the strap on, all he could think of was the feeling of Sundays lips on his own and the way the man was grinding their hips together. He could never think clearly when he was with Sunday. Eventually he breaks off the kiss to breathe, though he quickly decides to nip at Sundays neck. He doesn’t dare break skin yet, he knows that would annoy the man, so he just sticks to gentle nips and peppering kisses. He revels in the small noises it draws from his lover, he knows the halovian hates to lose control of the situation so even those small noises were an achievement.

"Down, mutt."

Not wanting to irritate his owner, Gallagher shuffles back slightly so his head was resting between Sundays thighs. He meets the mans gaze for a moment to double check this was what he was looking for, and the second he gets a nod he wastes no time in lapping at his entrance for a while, reveling on the taste. He then focuses on the hard tdick that was practically begging for his attention, hands moving to keep Sunday still (claws posing a slight threat to the halovians thighs) as he slowly licks the tip of it. He feels one hand resting in his hair, not yet tugging but more.. advising him to not tease.

He wraps his lips around the tip of the tdick, gently making sure his teeth don't accidentally scrape it. He runs his tongue across it, the cold metal of his piercing adding to the sensation, groaning slightly at the way he feels it twitch in his mouth. He can feel Sunday start to squirm slightly, so he pulls back to just give kitten-licks to it as to not overwhelm his owner too much. He slowly moves his tongue down, tracing the slit slowly before dipping his tongue in when he is tugged closer. He lets out a little whine when Sunday presses his nails into his ears, not being able to hide how that prompts him to work his tongue into the halovian harder.

"..Good boy.." He's praised by his owner, the mans voice slightly cracking as Gallagher finds the right spot inside him, the one that makes his owner tremble.

He starts running his tongue over that spot over and over again, knowing Sunday loves the rugged texture of his tongue inside him (or on him in general, if we're being honest). He can tell the man is getting close, feeling as he starts to tense, he takes this as a reason to double his efforts but stops when his head is tugged back. He looks up at his owner in momentary confusion before he was tugged back up by the d-ring on the front of his collar, his breath stuttering for a moment.

"You're so needy, mutt. So desperate to pleasure me.. I suppose you can have a treat."

Those words shut down any restraint in Gallaghers mind, completely switching to just.. feral instinct. He bites down on Sundays shoulder, reveling in the taste of the coppery liquid it brought. His claws grip the halovians thighs, manhandling him into a position that let the strap slide in, claws digging in as he starts to thrust into Sunday. There was little going through his mind right now, just the instinct to fuck- to breed. His own tdick was rubbing against the base of the strap, his mind going foggy. He could hear Sunday letting out little curses and noises he usually wouldn't if he wasn't also aware of how gone the dog was. Gallagher was panting against the halovians neck, hips rutting into him desperately. "'m gonna fill you up so good- 'm- 'm gonna.. so good.." He could hear himself mindlessly babbling that as he felt himself get closer. He didn't notice the way his claws pierced into his owners thighs, nor the way it made his owner arch into the feeling more.

He feels a hand gripping onto his back, nails pressing crescent shapes into him, while the other is now on his pierced chest pulling and flicking at his nipples (and the piercings). He lets out this feral growl, pace stuttering slightly before speeding back up to bury the strap to the hilt, rocking into him.

"You- You disgusting mutt.. vile-" Despite the words his owner was saying, his owner had wrapped his legs around Gallaghers waist and was speaking with a shaky voice. "Vile creature.."

Gallagher can tell Sunday is close, so he dug his claws in harder to the point it drew beads of blood, fucking into him like an animal. It unsurprisingly sends Sunday over the edge, the halovian clinging to the bloodhound, letting out a string of curses as he cums, clinging tightly to Gallagher as he slows his movements.

After a moment of the two just clinging to eachother panting as they tried to catch their breath, Sunday nudges Gallagher off him. The mutt complies, pulling out gently and flopping down next to his owner with a little whine, though he perks up when Sunday gently removes the strap from his mutts legs.

"....I.. I guess you deserve a treat for being such a good mutt." His owner would mumble, hand trailing down to wrap around Gallaghers tdick. Gallagher lets out a few little whines, rocking his hips into the feeling. He was fairly worn out but he would never be ungrateful for his owners touch.

It doesn't take long for him to cum from just being stroked, hips stuttering against Sunday's hand as he cums with a small growl. He is absolutely tuckered out by now, so he just wordlessly rests his head on Sundays chest, ears flicking. His little nub of a tail slowly wags, a reaction he can't hide.

"Mutts aren't allowed on the bed." His owner teases, though Gallagher just lets out a little whine and looks up at him with those puppy eyes. Sunday rolls his eyes and holds him tighter, deciding to let his mutt rest for now.