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I do so love a challenge and figuring out puzzles. Like 'what spots drives pretty birds wild.' [He smirks down at her, all the more determined when she gives such a breathy laugh, hands squeezing her thighs as he grinds against her.]

[He churrs and closes his eyes briefly as she presses closer and then he feels the brushes against his tail, a full body shudder going through him, hips bucking hard against her.] Fuck, I didn't think it'd be so sensitive. [A heated murmur, the appendage wagging under her attention, lifting up eagerly to be touched.]

[He leans down again, kissing and nibbling over her shoulder, one hand letting go to instead trail under her skirt, along her thigh, and very pointedly traveling between her legs, to tease the top of whatever tights or underwear she has on.] You're so pretty like this. The way you sound is amazing. Such a lovely, lovely [mate he chirps, teeth close to her neck, but not touching as he nips hard at her skin, leaving red marks.] Can I touch?

Just remember — [ Oh. Oh, he's already stealing her breath away, isn't he? She tips her head back against the pillow and fights back a whine. Each and every roll of their hips together sends sparks of heat racing up along her spine, her already-rumpled wings fluffing and shivering.

She wants, she wants, it's almost embarrassing how much she wants. ]

[ What was she saying? Oh, right - ]

Remember, I'll pay you back double. [ Bold Donnie is an absolute menace. But that's fine, because so is Korone. She tugs on his pants, his boxers, eagerly shimmying them down to his thighs, and then just leaves them there in favour of gently — gently wrapping her hand around his tail. A slow stroke with her palm and fingers, more outright exploratory than teasing now. Sensitive, huh-?

And then a slightly harder squeeze, quickly loosened again, when his hand brushes so close to where she's already aching for him. Her hips twitch up sharply. ]

Y-Yeah. You can — [ She licks her lips, too distracted to feel any concern whatsoever over how close his teeth were to her neck. It feels good. It all feels good, and yeah, she's a little nervous, but she's excited, too, and she wants. She wants to share this with him. ]

… You can touch. [ There's a churr under the words, and she follows up with a soft, lingering bite to his shoulder. Mine and want and please all wrapped up in one. ]

[ No tights today, just thigh-high socks … and boyshort underwear, snug-fitting and already wet. Not just damp. Wet. ]

Sounds fun. [He murmurs just shy of the nape of her neck, kissing and nibbling lightly there. His fingers trailing over the boyshorts as he waits for her answer, still slowly grinding against her, feeling his own aching need, the biker shorts cling with his own slick and there is a soft hiss as they're tugged down to expose his tail.]

[Then she grabs him and the moan is low and stuttery as he jerks against her heat. Full body shudders ,moving through him as she teases his tail, a loud churr rumbling in his chest as she squeezes and he feels a gush of slick from himself as he threatens to drop.]

Nggggh, Choco- [He whines and shudders as she bites, arms buckling a bit as he almost collapsed on her as the the pain pleasure courses through him.]

[It takes everything to pull his hips away. To take a deep breath and focus. His hand slipping inside her shorts because this was a moment of truth. If he would be fine touching her or if his brain would betray him.]

[His fingers slide over her, breath catching as he feels how wet she is. A pause and....a relieved sigh when his brain doesn't turn to static.]

[He presses his fingers against her slick folds, slowly rubbing over her, barely pressing in his fingertips as he touches her.] You're so hot...

[ The slow, sweet grind, all slick friction exactly where they need it most; the tantalising brush of a fingertip against bare skin; the nibbles and kisses, close enough to be a thrill without any sense of threat ...

Every sound he makes, every reaction — god, the way he shudders, his moan and his churr and the needy jerk of his hips — threatens to send her spiralling. Whether she'll fly or whether she'll fall, she doesn't know, but fuck, oh fuck, she desperately wants him to keep going.

He pulls back.

She whines, wordlessly pleading, muffled against his shoulder, but he's already slipping a hand under her shorts. Already touching her, his fingers shockingly cool against the heat of her. ]

D-Donnie — [ His name sounds punched out of her, wanting, almost wrecked as he gently, gently, gently explores. She starts to buck up, catches herself, quivering, squirming, toes curling, breathing in quick, unsteady pants. ] Donnie. Ohfuck, oh, that's so much.

[ So much more than when she uses her own fingers. She bites again, more of a distracted scrape of teeth than anything, and presses a path of clumsy kisses back up to his neck. ]

Can — can I touch you? Too? [ Punctuated by another slow stroke of his tail, a nibble, a nip, her other hand pressed flat and firm against his shell, keeping him close -

A hard bite, just shy of drawing blood. ]

[She's practically quaking under him and it's a heady thing. Every shudder, every sound like heat dripping down his spine, his own breathing heavy and heated. It's a good look, a good sound from her, and he just wants to get more of those reactions from her.]

[He keeps his attention slow at first, fingers tracing over her slit with patient, easy glides, pressing in just a bit, letting her slick make the motions easier. Moving a few times before pressing in a little more, searching this time, for the little nub he knows is there.]

Love how you say my name. [A breathless murmur, moaning as he feels scrape of teeth, churning as he fines what he's looking for.] Ah, there it is-

[His hips jerk again as she strokes his tail, a shuddering breath leaving him.] Hm, i-in a minute. Want. Want to explore you a bit more-

[And then there was the bite, gasping sharply as his hips buck forward, hand jerking, one finger pressed to her clit, the other partially pushing inside faster than he intended.]

[ He's barely touched her. Not directly, not with his hands, his fingers. But between the long build-up, the teasing grind, the heat in every touch and every word they've shared —

The sheer newness of having his touch. His. Donnie's, her boyfriend, her mate, fingers so much thicker than her own, scaly skin cooler, rougher. Not unpleasant. Not at all, it feels incredible; every touch coils the heat inside her tighter —

His hand jerks. Presses firmer, presses in, and the coil snaps. She releases the bite with a shocked moan, her hips spasming, pulsing tight and wet around him as she cums far, far sooner than she ever would've expected. Her eyes slam shut as her head falls back against the pillow, panting. ]

[Oh.]

[He feels the rush of heat against his hand (no static, will need to clean up after, but his brain isn't screaming), feels her let go and arch under him, and he leans up enough to properly look at her, her face contorted in pleasure, as she moans in the pleasure HE gave her.]

[He presses his legs together hard, knowing he'd drop if he gave himself the space, breathing heavy as he stares at her, pupils dilated and hungry.]

The day I can be inside you is going to absolutely ruin me. [Voice low and rough. He lightens the touch on her clit, but after a moment of thought, slowly presses his finger inside her with the extra slick, a slow, careful move.] You're gorgeous.

[ She trembles through the aftershocks, too overwhelmed, too caught up in pleasure and release and Donnie for any of her usual self-consciousness.

It takes her a hot second — more like a minute, holy fuck — to muddle her way through the euphoria. To drift down, melting against the sheets. She wets her lips. Flutters her eyes open, only to close them again, moaning low and breathless at the slow press of his finger. ]

F-Ffff. Fuck. Sen, sensitive - [ But rather than try to stop him, she eases her legs further apart and tilts her hips up against his hand. ]

Hmm, I know, but you're relaxed. Don't worry, love. I'm keeping it slow.

[And he does. Easing in his finger all the way before slowly, very slowly, pulling it back out. Before pushing back in at the same place.]

You looked so beautiful like that. Like this. It's so hard to be patient, I just want to take you. Make you moan, and scream for me. You would, wouldn't you? You'd be a good girl and sing for me?

[His other hand drifts up, cupping one of her breasts, squeezing and lightly teasing the nub.] You're so warm and soft. The way you're hugging my finger....good lord, I want to be inside you so bad.

[ It's something that she'd worried about, even as she'd wanted it. Dreamed about it. His hands — his pretty, lovely hands — are bigger than hers. Would it be too much? Would it hurt? But it doesn't. She just — she feels full. Fuzzy and melted and electrified all at once. ]

Oh — [ She gasps at the slow, slick press, all the way in, slowly out, her toes curling. Her wings slap against the bed, and one of her hands drops to tangle into the sheets, gripping tight.

The other flies up to cover her face. Fuck, the things he's saying. ]

I — I-I'd try, try to, to be good for you. [ She arches her back, pressing into his hand on her breast. ] Think I'd, hah, be falling apart. [ She peeks at him between her fingers, face flushed, eyes hazy. ] Can't remember if I told you, but this — you — you're my first time having anything inside. Anything.

[His finger pauses at that, staring.] You mean, nit even your own fingers-

[The hungry look that just gets all the more, a loud, possessive churr rumbling through him.] It's a shame, really. [He starts moving his finger again, adjusting the angle of his hand to press a little deeper.] That you don't know how soft you feel. How warm. How your body feels like it's trying to suck me in.

Begging to be filled.

[He moves his finger just a hair faster, his hand on her breast caressing, pinching the nipple just hard enough to hurt.] I can't tell you how excited I am to be your first. I want to ruin you.

Mmhm. Not — oh, that's … [ Even that slight adjustment leaves her reeling. She bites her lip against a moan and shifts, tentatively rocking her hips up to meet the next careful thrust. ] I-I'd, I'd think about it sometimes, but …

[ She's always stopped short, tingling in the aftermath of furtive touches. Too sensitive, too awake, too embarrassed to try for more. But this — here, with him, his touch and his voice and his hunger, it's — it's so much, too much, and yet almost not enough.

The pinch drags a cry from her, and her inner walls ripple around his finger, wringing tight. Her heels press into the bed as she arches, bucking up, quivering with sweet tension from head to toe. ]

Oh fuck, fuckfuckfuck, Donnie -

[Donnie purrs as he watches her writhe under him.] That's all right. If you want something inside and can't do it yourself. You can just ask me. I'm sure Eve would be all too happy to as well, after a few science and fun sessions between you two. [Because timelines.] After all, who could resist such a pretty mate, our pretty bird who sings so sweetly.

[He rubs his thighs together as he watches her, feels her, churrs rumbling under his voice, changing his touch to a soothing, gentle rub over her nipple.] You got so tight....you are so irresistible like this.

[He presses deep again, moving his thumb over her clit, rubbing slow circles as he moves.] I wonder how tight you'd be if I teased your wings, your tail.

[ She flops back when he gentles, dazed and all the more wanting for it. Ask … she could ask. She could ask him. Or Eve, once they've — when they're …

Or.

Or what if, what if both —

Oh, that's a Dangerous thought. ]

You're such, such a, fuck — fucking menace, you know that, right-? [ He is murdering this poor, innocent pigeon who has never done anything wrong in her life. She closes her eyes. Lets out a shuddering breath. A coo that's more than half a moan, and, lower, deeper, an answering churr.

She tries to keep still. Can't. It's a fumbling rhythm on her part, slow shivery rolls of the hips, faltering here and there as pleasure and sensitivity build and twine together. It's slower this time. Deeper. ]

You could — could … fff, fuck me from behind and find out, Dokkun.

Hm, you had some fun thoughts there. You know, this could be a fun way to ask questions. [He watches her with lidded eyes, a hungry, amused smirk on his face.] You might call it menacing, but I think it would be informative. The ideas that make your body tight, quiver around my fingers. What makes it beg for more. What toys excited you most, what positions, future science and fun ideas.

[He starts to move his finger faster, pressing in as deep as he can go with his long finger, thumb still working over her clit.] You're so warm.

[His other hand pinches her nipple again, more teasingly, before shifting over, burying his fingers in her wing, carding through her feathers. A deep churr rumbling in his chest at her suggestion.] Would you like it now, Chocochi? Do you want to be on your knees as I press you down, biting and marking your back as I make you cum on my fingers over and over?

[ … Oh. ]

[ Oh, she is in danger. So much danger. ]

[ The look in his eyes, dark, hungry, laser-focused. The wicked curve of his smirk. The things he's saying — the idea that he could wring the truth out of her like this, testing her reactions, and oh, fuck, that's too much power, that's way too much power. Want pulses through her.

Around his finger.

And she's slicker than ever as she bucks up hard into his hand, heels digging into the bed, wings flared and quivering. She's getting close. Breath coming shorter, ragged stop-start panting, her body tensing, tensing, tensing —]

Please -

[ It's almost a keen.

… And she promptly shoves both hands over her mouth, biting at one of them, because fuck she did not mean to let that slip ]

[His finger stopped moving when she covered her mouth, dark, hungry eyes still staring at her intensely. It was impossible not to, with how desperately she tried to ride his finger, with how that please fell from her lips.]

[His other hand moves from her wings to her hands, tugging them down as he moves in to kiss her briefly.] I'm the only one who can hear you, remember?

And I very much want to. So if my pretty songbird tries to stop singing, I stop moving.

[Then he pulls back as he grabs her shoulder, pulling out his finger as he quickly shoved her to her front, pulling back on her hips to raise her on her knees, the other hand resting on her back to keep her chest pressed to the bed, humming an approving sound at the sight.] Such a pretty songbird. [He purrs, before his finger is at her slit again, but this time pressing in both fingers with a chirp mine.]

Donnie — [ What starts as a grumble as he tugs her hands down turns into more of a muffled groan when he kisses her, somewhere between bratty petulance and needy.

She kisses back, tries to nip in retaliation, but he's already gone again, and -

Oh.

Oohhhh fuck.

Maybe it's the ninja finesse, or maybe it's just that she's a dazed, buzzing wreck of a pigeon. Maybe it's both. But he gets her pinned on her front, chest down, ass up, before she can so much as squeak in faux-protest. Her wings flap and flail, messy tail feathers flaring, and she makes a clumsy grab for the nearest pillow. ]

Don- Donnie, ohgod- [ Two. That's two, a slow slick stretch and oh, fuck, that's so much more, two is so much more. It still feels good — it feels incredible — but this time the pleasure is laced with an edge of discomfort that leaves her biting at the pillow, even as she presses back shallowly, tentatively, against his fingers. ]

Your s-songbird's about to start, s-start, ah, biting if you're not careful.

[It's a delicious sight. Seeing her on her knees before him, wings and tail fluffing under him. Clothes disheveled, teeth aching at how much he wanted to mark up her back. Watching her press back and biting at a pillow.]

Hm, sorry. It's hard to not be eager. [He slows his fingers. Returning to that pattern of pressing in a little before pulling back and pressing in a touch more. Keeping it slow as he lets her get used to the stretch.]

You're such a a pretty sight. I can tell you how much I want to take you like this. [He shifts, rubbing his thighs together for some measure of friction.] Pressed against your back. My teeth in your shoulder. Hands in your feathers. [He draws his hand down along her spine, to her tail, scratching at the base.]

Hear you singing in my ear. Holding you so close.

I-It's … hhhh, it's ok-ay — [ Between the pillow she's biting, and how very difficult it is just to think through the gently overwhelming sensations, the words come out slightly garbled. ] Fff … fuck. Just. Need, mm, slow; slow is good. [ She whines into the pillow. Rocks a little forward … and then a little back, still slow, still tentative. Her fingers twist in the blankets, kneading.

Two of his fingers together are as much as three, if not four of her own. It's a lot to take, even as relaxed as she is, as much as she wants and as good as it feels. ]

[ The imagery helps. Oh, the imagery helps a lot, actually. The whine shifts into a low, humming moan, and she shifts on her knees, unconsciously opening herself up —

Just in time for the tailscritch to strike like lightning through her veins, and she bucks back hard against him with a howl, her wings flaring out and flapping hard. … Well. One of them flaps; the other hit the wall ]

Of course, songbird. [It is hard to not be eager, especially with her in front of him. He desperately wishes he wasn't sensible, realistic. She couldn't take him. But feeling her warmth around his fingers, watching her writhe and moan, he desperately wanted to feel her around him.]

[Especially as she howls so loudly, jerks so obviously, needily. He has to let out his own shuddery moan at the sight.]

Fuck, Choco. Tell-tell me if your wing hurts, but good lord, the way you look right now... [He keeps the slow pace of his fingers, his other hand running through her tail feathers.] I want you under me when I'm buried inside you. Want to see and feel your every reaction. Want us connected as you lose your mind-

[He leans up, pressing his mouth to the base of her tail, lightly kissing her.] I'd start slow, like this... [He gently rocks his fingers in a bit further. Thumb moving to rub against her clit.] Nice and slow....until we couldn't take it anymore.

Then I'd fuck you into the mattress until you screamed my name. [And he bites down.]

[ How is she supposed to care about her wings when she has this? ]

Doesn't … [ She gasps, panting raggedly. ] D-Doesn't, nghh, doesn't hurt. [ Please don't stop. She doesn't think she could stand it if he did, not now, not when she feels so wonderfully full, the ache from the stretch giving way to throbbing pleasure; not when the gentle scratch of blunted claws through her sensitive feathers makes her blood sing with how much she wants.

And the picture he paints … ]

F-Fuck —

[ She wants that. Wants him. They can't, not yet; she knows that'd be moving too fast, but the thought, his voice, his touch, they dig deep, leave her molten. She almost sobs when he kisses her — actually does sob at the touch of his thumb to her aching clit. ]

D-Donnie, fuck, please, I -

[ And then the bite, and ]

[ Oh ]

Donnie-!

[ It's probably a good thing she used the soundproofing charm, because the bite — markingclaimingmatematemate — tears a scream of his name from her chest. Leaves her quivering, writhing, torn between the need to rock into his touch and the instinct to melt. Close. She's so close, she's so so so close …

She presses her hips back against him, into the bite, into the press and rub of his fingers, even as she lets her knees shuffle out wider, making space for him. Her tail lifts, feathers flaring. Her wings drop … and so do her shoulders; a tilt of her head all but bares her throat. ]

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