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[ that stutter though. it makes her smile all the brighter. ]

Hmm. [ peppers his skin with a few more kisses while she thinks it over. ] I think ...

I want it to be your choice. [ a little extra trust. a little extra control given up, given to him. as a treat. ]

[Oh, that is a very cute smile.]

[He hums at that, trying to think because oh. Oh, both are...very different ways to go.]

[His thoughts are stuttering a bit with those kisses, but-]

I think...shoulder.

Your back would mean a new position and... [He trails his hand move along her side.] I think we should have a few...other ideas to go with the angle. Things to explore.

[ There's a pleasant little shiver as his fingers trail across old scars. ]

Mm. Good... good point. The anticipation's gonna kill me though. [ Because she's gonna be thinking about it. Maybe a lot. Probably a lot. Heck. ]

Well, now I'm even more certain of my decision. [Teasing.]

You can think of more things you'd like to try with your wings.

[ a grumbly whine ]

Tease me too much and I'll pay you back triple, Tellochi. [ he gets a BITE for that. not too hard, it won't leave a mark, but it lingers. ]

... I'll think about it. And you can too.

[Oh, that surprised a loud churr out of him and a full body shudder.] I look forward to it, Chocochu.

I will. [He may have to get books on birds.]

[For science and fun.]

But....I'm very interested in leaving a few more marks. [He traces a finger along her shoulder.]

[ Her wings do a li'l flutter, and she rests her forehead against his shoulder, at an angle so he's got plenty of space. ]

As many as you want.

[There's another churr rumbling in his chest at that.]

Your wings are cute. [He leans down to kiss and nibble teasingly at her shoulder.]

A-Ah, are they? [ heck

mouth

on bare skin. mouth on bare skin, and the teasing hint of teeth. heck. tangles her fingers in the blankets, breath catching. ]

They are. They do the little flappies when your hands are...occupied. [Murmured against her skin, kissing over the mark he left before.]

[ another flutter, longer this time. ]

Oh. I, heh, I never realised. [ the old bite healed well, but damn if it ain't sensitive. nudges her nose against his shoulder, nuzzling ]

You're teasing. Mean.

Judging by how you react to other playful confrontations in the best, I calculate there is a eighty-seven percent chance that you like being teased. [A slightly harder nip this time.] But I suppose if you're impatient...

Liking it doesn't mean I won't bite y-you - [ the word breaks into a squeak when he nips, tensing for a split second before she just

melts a little ]

Harder than that, c'mon.

Not very convincing, that. [He nuzzles her shoulder, another light kiss.]

But I do like making you melt. [And then he mouths his mouth, hands running up her back as he bites down hard with a low churr.]

[ she may have retorted, but the bite steals both the words and her breath. there's a strangled, wanting sound, halfway between a whimper and a moan.

shifts, knees pressing into the bed on either side of him, and she leans in closer, actively trying to press deeper into the bite ]

[He groans as she leans in, arms wrapping around her and pulling her close. He let's his teeth dig in a little more, sucking on the skin under his mouth. A shiver rolling through him at feeling her so eager, at the light taste of iron.]

H-Hah, ah —

[ fine tremors run through her, shivering through her wings. it hurts but it's good, so good, warm and grounding even as it scatters her thoughts to buzzing static. her grip tightens on the blankets, kneading deep, a tiny wrecked moan spilling out.

she nuzzles into his shoulder, scattering clumsy kisses and bites everywhere she can reach ]

Y-You can, ah, a little - more, please...

[Now that is a sound that does things to him. A sound he definitely wants to make again, another rumbling churr in his chest as he keeps her close. Shivering as he feels her mouth and teeth against his own scales.]

[He releases her shoulder, licking over the wound to soothe it.] A little more....what? [His voice is lower, thicker.] Do you want me to bite harder? [A sharp nip.] Just more in general? [A few lighter.] More...in general? [His hands trail over her back, teasingly traces over the bottom of the strap of her bra.]

[ He eases off and she has to remind herself to breathe, holy shit. Holy shit. Okay. If it was intense before it's even moreso now, with him practically purring below her, his hands warm on her back, his voice.

it takes a few tries to get the words out, especially with those teasing nips. Each one earns him a shiver and a gasp, and she arches up against his hands. ]

A-All? [ Presses a hand flat to the bed, makes a half-hearted attempt to push herself up … mmmnope. She sinks right back down again. ] All. Definitely. Please. Might die but it'll be s-so worth it.

[All]

[He has to take a shuddery breath against her shoulder. Especially as she flops back down, weak in the knees and elbows apparently. He lightens his attention, hands on her back, kissing over her shoulder.]

Very important you think a few moments, Chocochi. Biting we established. Do you want my hands to wander to areas that are....less debatably innocent enough.

[ Luckily for everyone here, she's still got enough of a brain to listen to the highly sensible words Donnie saying. She even has enough of a brain to be grateful for the reminder.

… Not that it stops her from grumbling.

Or nipping his shoulder. ]

[ But. Okay. She takes a few deep breaths, willing herself to cool down and think it through. Reassess boundaries. This is already intimate. Way, way more intimate than anything else they've done so far. If she says yes … ]

[ She tries to imagine it. Flushes all the way down to her shoulders. And.

Nods, slowly. ]

Y-Yeah. I. [ wets her lips. ] I wanna feel that. If it's okay with you.

[He hums at the nip.] Need to check in before the brain brrr gets too loud, Choco-chan.

[But he waits for her response. Hands just resting on her back, kisses light at her shoulder. He can feel the blush under his lips. Surprised she still says yes with how flustered she is.]

Okay.

I'm not removing anymore clothing from either of us. Just getting preliminary data. [He nips harder at her shoulder, a hand wandering up and lightly scratching down her back between her wings.] Stop me if it's too much.

Mmmmh … I, I know. Checking's important. [ Props herself up briefly, just long enough to brush a kiss against his cheek. ] Thank you for taking care of me.

[ He is a good, responsible braincell-haver, and —

Oh.

That's a feeling. It drags a churr from her, lilting into a trill at the end. Her wings lift on the next stroke up, and so do her shoulders, chasing the sensation. ]

But of course. [He's still flushed, but looking pleased.] You took care of me when I wanted defenestrate sense, very important to keep that cycle going.

[He gives her a responding trill, pleased at her reaction. He nips sharply at her shoulder, leaving a lighter mark as his hand moves up her shoulder again, slowly dragging his nails back down again. Then a third time, and then his hand presses down on her shoulders so she doesn't move as much.]

[Biting down again with a groan, harder this time, a clearer indent of teeth.]

[ Right, right. She had done that for him, hadn't she? He'd — he was so cute when he got demanding, when he knew exactly what he wanted. Her flush deepens at the memory of his hand tight in her hair. What would have happened if she hadn't eased him back down from the high? If she'd given in to him, kept pushing? She —

The nip brings her back.

Makes her squeak just a little, the sound tinged with breathy laughter. She drops another kiss on his cheek, down his neck, wishes his shell wasn't in the way; she wants more space, more bare skin. But she can work with this.

Giddy anticipation rises at the press of his hand. Keeping her close, keeping her still. A flush of warm pleasure that settles lower, curls tighter, makes her moan softly. Which — that's a little embarrassing —

Or it was. The bite wipes it all away. It's instinct to bite him back, muffling a cry that would have been loud. Wanting. Needing. Pleasure bleeds into pain into pleasure, leaves her quivering, aching in more ways than one but all of them good. More of those noises spill out, breathlessly pleading. ]

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NSFW a million years late probably

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