“You think I could make you come just like this?” Steve mused, stroking his hands over the edge of Christian’s wings, making both Christian and his wings tremble, a low moan ripped from Christian. “Make you come just from touching your wings, make you come without even touching your cock?” He dipped his head, tongue tracing up Christian’s spine, lapping at the fine sheen of sweat coating Christian’s spine; Christian arching his back and fisting his hands in the pillow under his head. Sitting back up straight, Steve trailed his hands up Christian’s back, over firm muscle, to soft skin, to downy feathers.
He ran his fingers over the full length of the wings, ruffling the feathers then smoothing them back down; Christian moaning, panting and swearing constantly, thrusting desperately against the sheets beneath him as Steve kneaded and fisted his wings, fingering his feathers.
Steve chuckled and dipped his head again to run his tongue along the base of each wing; alternately kissing, licking, nipping and sucking. He runs his hands over the surface of the wings, down over the full length of them until he reaches the very tips, rubbing them between thumb and forefinger.
Christian gasped and tensed, panting hard and shuddering from head to toe, his wings beating softly as his orgasm ripped through him.
“Guess I can,” Steve grinned smugly, ghosting his hands over Christian’s wings until Christian whined and slapped at Steve’s hands. He leaned forward, chest to Christian’s back, nuzzling and kissing at his jaw. “Fuck I love your wings.”
He ran his fingers over the full length of the wings, ruffling the feathers then smoothing them back down; Christian moaning, panting and swearing constantly, thrusting desperately against the sheets beneath him as Steve kneaded and fisted his wings, fingering his feathers.
Steve chuckled and dipped his head again to run his tongue along the base of each wing; alternately kissing, licking, nipping and sucking. He runs his hands over the surface of the wings, down over the full length of them until he reaches the very tips, rubbing them between thumb and forefinger.
Christian gasped and tensed, panting hard and shuddering from head to toe, his wings beating softly as his orgasm ripped through him.
“Guess I can,” Steve grinned smugly, ghosting his hands over Christian’s wings until Christian whined and slapped at Steve’s hands. He leaned forward, chest to Christian’s back, nuzzling and kissing at his jaw. “Fuck I love your wings.”
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::..... and is completely incoherent::
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Also? *is ded*
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