[Oh, that's cozy and nice; he's so used to always being the big spoon (by virtue of being bigger than pretty much anyone else) that the feeling of someone else pressed up against his back is deliciously novel. There are so many little sensations to focus on — the way the embrace of his wings keep some of the steamy heat close to his body, the scrape of teeth too sharp to be teeth against the meat of his neck and shoulder. He almost jumps when Adrian's hand rubs up against his thigh, but mellows rapidly once he figures out where this is going.
Or at least, where he thinks it's going.
To say he's unprepared for Adrian's persuasive purr would be a wild understatement. It's not like he hasn't touched himself before. It's not like he hasn't looked, either. But this time when he looks down, it won't be his own hand; look down at someone else touching you and oh fuck, oh fuck, how can such a small idle thing have him trembling so fast?]
Shit...
[The grip settling so gently around his cock isn't his own. Those aren't his fingers. That's not his warmth, not his friction. It's such a small stupid thing but it's so much at the same time, enough that it pulls a startled moan out of his throat as he looks down with glassy eyes and his mouth hanging slightly open.]
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Or at least, where he thinks it's going.
To say he's unprepared for Adrian's persuasive purr would be a wild understatement. It's not like he hasn't touched himself before. It's not like he hasn't looked, either. But this time when he looks down, it won't be his own hand; look down at someone else touching you and oh fuck, oh fuck, how can such a small idle thing have him trembling so fast?]
Shit...
[The grip settling so gently around his cock isn't his own. Those aren't his fingers. That's not his warmth, not his friction. It's such a small stupid thing but it's so much at the same time, enough that it pulls a startled moan out of his throat as he looks down with glassy eyes and his mouth hanging slightly open.]
Al— Adrian...