It's the shift of her eyes that does it, and he swiftly moves (too quick to be entirely human, he's definitely borrowing some of his avian agility) to tackle her, mindful still of her wings and the position of her legs and arms, somehow readjusting their bodies to fit on the bed without either of them falling off.
(It's close at one point, but he doubts either of them would care if they hit the floor.)
And his mouth is on hers, hard, possessive as he pins her underneath his weight, sliding his hand between their bodies, his fingers replacing hers inside her, stroking eagerly.
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Date: 2024-04-02 02:54 am (UTC)(It's close at one point, but he doubts either of them would care if they hit the floor.)
And his mouth is on hers, hard, possessive as he pins her underneath his weight, sliding his hand between their bodies, his fingers replacing hers inside her, stroking eagerly.
She wanted more?
She's going to get it.