"Both," he growls under his breath, showing his appreciation by rolling them - carefully, mindful of her wings - to shift so he is on top of her.

(He's never laid with another partner with wings before that his mind can remember, but somehow he just knows how to move them - his hands, his wings, her body, her wings - as to minimize any discomfort.)

"Your hands hold power," he adds, a groan escaping his throat as she winds her fingers into his feathers. "More than you may realize."