That does feel good - very good, in fact - and her fingers burying themselves into his downy feathers is what causes him to fully flare his wings above her with a gasped breath drawn into his lungs.

(While she might mistake his gasp for apprehension, the way that he exhales a pleasured groan into her shoulder with his next breath should quickly wipe away any thoughts in that regard.)

So very rarely does he let anyone touch his wings. For so many different reasons. They are his lifeline, his escape route, a huge part of who and what he is. And while he has felt great pride in having them, they have also caused him great difficulty.

"You can touch them as much as you want. Please."