[His mouth comes open a little, in a mostly soundless gasp; it's hard to miss the way his hips judder forward to meet the rocking of her hips. On the screen, his face is flushed and his pupils dilated]

[Off the screen, the feather between her legs finally pulls away, to be replaced with two of his fingers, solid pressure after the endless teasing]

[The hand still on her wings digs in a little more firmly, fingers raking through the feathers as though combing them out]