[He makes a soft, wanting sort of sound into the kiss; it isn't entirely muffled by her mouth, and another follows, closer to a whimper, as she rocks back against him]

[He presses into the kiss readily - hungrily - opening his mouth to allow her in. The hand on her wing has begun to pet at the feathers again, decidedly distracted; the one between her legs continues to keep the same path, forward and back, steady and intent through the thin, damp fabric]