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[Flushes at this, too, and leans in for a delicate bite]

...Seems useful to keep around. The rest of us gotta make do with fires.

Fire in a nest seems like a bad call.

Exactly... Anyways, this is a chill zone. Don't need nothing like that to heat things up here.

[Curls closer around him, offering more sando]

[Mm, sando. Nom nom nom]

[Offers her one, as well]

What, you got other ideas for heating things up?

I got one or two.

[She carefully nibbles at the one in his hand, lips soft over his thumb once the sandwich has been eaten away]

I'm listening.

[Flushing,]

[She gives the pad of his thumb a gentle kiss before going for another riceball. This time she actually goes for a bite, though instead of chomping through, she holds it carefully in her jaws and leans in to offer him a bite of his own]

[He flushes - leans in, careful, to take his half]

[A pleased sound comes from deep in her throat, and she stays put so he can take as much as he likes]

[He takes his time with it - longer than it takes to get a riceball, surely]

[Oddly enough there are no complaints? So it must be fine. Her arms and wings come to draw him in closer as well]

[His encircle her waist, pulling her nearer]

[She goes readily, making a soft sound into the kiss and squirming into his lap as if she'd been serious about laying on him earlier. Though she doesn't actually push him down, she does pull her wings up around them, as if to shield them from the world]

[From the shudder and the way his arms come up around her, he was serious about her laying on him, too,]

[She shivers as well, pressing eagerly into his touch as she lays soft, small kisses over his face]

[A hand comes up to run through her hair, petting softly - ventures lower, curious, to see if those wings are as soft as they seem]

[Another soft sound comes from the back of her throat, and her wings ruffle, pressing shamelessly into his hand. The feathers are indeed fluffy and soft against his palm]

[He keeps it up, then, stroking at first like you would pet a cat, but then ruffling his fingers through]

[She shivers into the gentle pressure; the light pull separating her feathers flushing her cheeks and sending her breathing heavy.

Her own hands run up and down the skin and leaves of his back as well, talons curled in to keep from hurting him by mistake]

[He shifts a little, at the unfamiliar feel of her talons - at the fact that there are leaves there for her to ruffle, the sensation entirely new]

[At the way she flushes and her breathing turns heavy, he brings his other hand up to give the opposite wing the same attention]

Jacob...

[The extra attention certainly doesn't go unappreciated, and she flushes darker, squirming against him. She does at least try to pay some of the feeling back, keeping her movements slow and deliberate as she skims over the slightly different shape of his back and hips and thighs. She's careful not to snag on anything, but does at least keep enough presence of mind to get some ideas of what new things might feel good]

[The leaves and vines themselves don't seem to have much sensation; but when her fingers ruffle at the base, where they're growing, he takes a breath in and shifts a little, pressing into the touch. His arms below the elbow and his legs seem to have more growth than anything else]

[His fingers continue to comb through her feathers, scritching now, a little less cautious and a little firmer]

...what's it feel like?

[She sucks in a breath, shuddering her eyes shut]

It's--sensitive. Feels like I should-- Makes me wanna--

[She grinds against him, face hot--pulls shaky through where the extra leaves sprout from his skin, dragging her fingers up his legs as if that might share some of her urgency]

Makes you wanna...?

[His voice is soft, a little bit teasing. Evidently she is sharing her urgency, though, judging by the way he shudders and shifts, pressing into the touch of her hands and the way she grinds forward]

[His hands don't let up - keep ruffling through the feathers, with more pressure now]

Jacob...

[The groan shivers through her whole body, muscles quivering beneath his fingers as if the touches are almost too much yet far from enough. Probably closer to the latter, given how she presses him back to the soft bed of the nest, rocking shamelessly into where their bodies meet.

The kisses pick back up, intense, breathy nips up his jaw and over those pointed ears; her hands continue to ruffle up and down his back and rear and thighs, urging his legs higher so she can stroke over them]

Nnn... Anything you want--anything, please...

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