[ Greg's wings continue to shift around Gabriel's back until those outer feathers overlap, feathers rustling just enough to continue stroking over Gabriel's skin. The sensation of soft feather sliding smoothly over warm skin feels as good as anywhere else they're pressed together, if not even better. This is exactly the sort of thing that he wanted after the day he's had, and he's not feeling rushed, but he does want more.
There's almost something needy in the soft groan that escapes his lips when Gabriel strokes over his cock, and he's already slowly rocking his hips eagerly into that touch. There's a subtle shift in those those first few strokes where Greg's movements start to lean more toward demanding rather than languid, his hands sliding over Gabriel's thighs again before latching back onto his hips. ]
I think so, too.
[ At this point he would generally be pinning Gabriel down on the bed, but something about having that warm weight pressing against his hips and thighs, and back against his wings, just feels reassuring in how solid it is. It's keeping his mind here in the present, rather than giving his thoughts any chance to wander. ]
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Date: 2016-11-16 12:21 am (UTC)There's almost something needy in the soft groan that escapes his lips when Gabriel strokes over his cock, and he's already slowly rocking his hips eagerly into that touch. There's a subtle shift in those those first few strokes where Greg's movements start to lean more toward demanding rather than languid, his hands sliding over Gabriel's thighs again before latching back onto his hips. ]
I think so, too.
[ At this point he would generally be pinning Gabriel down on the bed, but something about having that warm weight pressing against his hips and thighs, and back against his wings, just feels reassuring in how solid it is. It's keeping his mind here in the present, rather than giving his thoughts any chance to wander. ]