She does mistake the gasp for apprehension for a moment, but the pleasured groan into her shoulder reassures her. She takes her other hand, buries it in his other wing. For a while, she just lets her fingers knead the downy feathers where she's buried her hands.
"Going to have my hands in your wings enough that you'll need me to preen you, after," she promises. She knows his shoulder blades are sensitive, but she wants to spend time exploring the less human portions of his anatomy. Her hands are careful not to pull feathers out as she moves them, exploring. The 'inside' of his wings is easier for her to explore from this position, so that's what she focuses on for now. Touching the tips of his longest feathers, the upper edges of his wings, working through feathers to tease the skin beneath. She's meticulous, as if she's mapping out every inch of his wings to find what gives him the most pleasure.
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Date: 2024-03-30 10:20 pm (UTC)"Going to have my hands in your wings enough that you'll need me to preen you, after," she promises. She knows his shoulder blades are sensitive, but she wants to spend time exploring the less human portions of his anatomy. Her hands are careful not to pull feathers out as she moves them, exploring. The 'inside' of his wings is easier for her to explore from this position, so that's what she focuses on for now. Touching the tips of his longest feathers, the upper edges of his wings, working through feathers to tease the skin beneath. She's meticulous, as if she's mapping out every inch of his wings to find what gives him the most pleasure.