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[Hard scratches are a good.]

Do you want a full scratch down?

[He knows his scales have been getting dryer. The Mass Itching is coming.]

[ She's already like halfway through her moult. It is the worst. ]

God, yes please.

Do you want to lay down on your front?

[ Yes. Yes, she does, and she wiggles to do so right now immediately, deftly maneuvering her wings to avoid hitting him in the face with one of them along the way. Her sleep shirt is backless except for a few straps, so he's got plenty of access. ]

Thank yoooooouuuuu.

Of course. Tell me if something feels weird.

[TIME FOR THE DEEPEST SCRATCHES. Complete with robot hands, get it all.]

Mm'course.

[ If Donnie hadn't already taken down the sign and closed her door fully, Korone will just. Use a tiny bit of telekinesis to do just that. Because oh god the scratches oh god the scratches. Some of the noises she buries in her pillow are borderline not family friendly ]

Magic hands, oh my god. A little - [ She presses up into some of those scritches, deepening the pressure. ]

[Absolutely deep scratches. He'll even throw in mystic hands. All the hands for the scritches.]

[ The brr is real fast and real strong, and with the brr comes the puddly pigeon purr, and with the purr comes ... okay, yeah, some definitely not family friendly, thankfully muffled, groans of appreciation. ]

F-Fuck. You're perfect. S'perfect.

[And this is why soundproofing is in the walls.]

Hmmm, I hope you'll be sounding like that in...probably two weeks if not sooner.

[ A sharp breath in, and he can practically see the shiver roll down her spine.

Hear the way her tail feathers rustle beneath her loose fabric shorts.

She turns her head to peek at him, flushed right up to her ears. ]

Planning to have me sing for you, Dokkun?

[He leans down to purr in her ear.] You're going to give me a whole opera.

[ CHIRPS ]

F-Fuck. [ chirpchirpchirpchirpchurrrrrrrrr, her poor dishevelled wings fluffing and fluttering. ] Nest? Or ... mm, I was thinking, it would be fun to take a little swim.

Unfortunately, I think we'd need to kick people out for the swim and we need to let Wylan rest.

[Scratch scratch scratch as he sits up.] If you mean when the time comes, once we've chased the others out, then we can swim and nest.

W-What? Oh. Yeah, no, not - not now. I meant then. Later.

[ She watches him sit up, curious through how flustered she feels, shuffling herself up onto her elbows some. Even that much is hard to manage when she's so thoroughly melty and the scritches keep coming ]

You better not be thinking of stopping ...

Absolutely not, I'm just not trying to be utterly cruel in my flirtations.

[She's definitely getting all the scritches still.]

Ah. [ What was supposed to be a sound of agreement turns into more of a moan when he hits some good spots, her wings shuddering and flaring. She drops her head back down to the pillow, biting her lip, but otherwise stays up on her elbows. ]

Say, Dokkun ... [ She wets her lips.

Commits. ]

Could you do my tail as well?

[ How's that for a flirt, ]

[CHIRP]

...yes.

I'm going to preen the heck out of it.

[ She is not going to whine. She is not going to whine. ... and she doesn't, but only because she bit her lip hard to stifle it. ]

Do your worst.

[ Shimmies down the waistband of her shorts, revealing bare skin and feathers. ]

[He will shift off her back and move to sit on the back of her legs. TIME. TO PREEN THIS TAIL.]

[Carefully and respectfully, but he's gonna make it look nice, he's been doing RESEARCH and practiced on her WINGS.]

[ He can be as respectful as he wants, that is her tail and it is ridiculously sensitive. She's trying. She's trying so hard to be normal about this, to not let it get to her. It is only working so well. Sorry about the whines and the wiggles and the churring, she is Trying. ]

oh my god. ohh. oh my god, fuck, oh my god, ohmygod -

B-By the, oh fuck, by the way, Dokkun. I've been th, thinking. A lot. About something.

...is it a conversation that you can safely talk about with my fingers in your tail, because I think you're going to be on a hair trigger after this.

[He's just saying.]

[Because boy]

[BOY ARE THOSE SOME NOISES.]

[ THEY SURE ARE ]

[ NOISES ]

S-Sorry. Safe for me, yes.

Safe for you ... maybe debatable.

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