[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]
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]
[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]
[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]
[Another rusty groan drifts from her throat; whether at the answer or the order or just the warmth of him against her is hard to tell. Either way, it takes an obvious effort for her to pull away from him, even for as good a reason as he proposes. But she does, with only a bit of a whine, propping herself up on her hands and knees so he has the access he needs.]
[He shimmies the pants down over her hips, and the underwear with them - takes a second to take in the sight of her, partially undressed and mostly undone]
[He tips his head a little, so that he can kiss her on the mouth, instead - deepens it, as he reaches up with both hands to runs them along the feathers on the undersides of her wings]
[Her next groan is muffled into his mouth as she invites him to take the kiss deeper still. She squirms in place over him, balancing on one arm to run the back of the other over his chest]
[He does as he's urged, the kiss growing more hungry by the second - shudders, hard, at the feel of those soft feathers over his bare skin. His hands trace the lines of the delicate bones beneath all the fluff, from base to upward curve]
[Between them, unnoticed, a vine has begun to ruck up her shirt, restless]
[Not entirely unnoticed, and she rocks forward again, pressing into the vine as much as the light touch of his hand and the firm resistance of his hips. Her own hand continues to glide over his chest, feathers brushing broad sweeps from chest to belly button]
[He breaks the kiss to pant for air, his own hips working upward into the pressure from above. The leaves he's wearing do very little, actually, to hide what's tenting them from beneath]
[The vine trails higher still, even as his hands explore her wings- finds the swell of her breast as a second vine curls along her hip on the other side]
[Her hips seem to be doing their best to make said leaves even less helpful, rocking easily into the bulge beneath with barely controlled fervor. She cries out, soft, shivering as the vines twine over her curves and his hands play over her feathers]
[The leaves' best is not very good, all things considered; before long, they're somewhat askew, their attempt to cover him sad and dissheveled. Certainly he doesn't help the situation by rocking up into her each time she presses down]
[His hands scratch gently with his fingernails, ruffling the feathers; the vine exploring her chest seems to have found a nipple, and now that it has it stays where it is, shifting back and forth, restless]
[Indeed, the leaves are a bit on the damp and sticky side by now, as she falls into a steady rhythm--mostly steady as he rolls up to meet her, vine flicking over her nipple and nails scritching over her wings. Her teeth dig into her lower lip, somewhat muffling further cries, as she runs her hand over his chest]
[He whimpers, softly - has to let go of one of her wings to reach out and take hold of her hip, instead, needing something to steady him - needing some sort of control over the pace]
[His other hand ruffles through her feathers, firm and restless; the vine squirms its way under her shirt, more of it sliding inside so that it can reach both of her nipples]
[Meanwhile the one on her hip slips downward, tracing over the skin of her thigh]
[His hand on her skin does not help her want to slow down, believe it or not. So she only gives an answering whimper as he takes hold, giving pleasure in so many places at once. Another groan and she shifts so that the vines bite into her skin, and his fingers press more firmly into her flesh]
[His breath has gone ragged and uneven; his hips work urgently upward, rolling into her as she presses down]
[The vine across her chest squirms and wriggles; the one trailing soft touches across her thigh slips between her thighs instead, tickling slowly higher]
[She lets out a fresh whine, caught between wanting to shift up to give the questing vine plenty of room to explore and wanting to bear down further to feel more of the hot length of him, surging against her as ready as she feels.
In the end she leans forward, more heavily into the vine over her chest and pressing more of her weight into his, fingers curled into her palms so she can get as close to groping over his chest and sides and legs as is reasonably safe. Despite his ragged breaths, she dives in for another kiss as if she can't bear to live without it]
[The whimper that leaves him is high and breathy, and he shudders up off the nest to rock into her, legs spreading wider in an attempt to get her nearer]
[The leaves, by now, are barely in place, rumpled and damp from both sides; when she leans her weight against him, he groans and cants up into her]
[The vines haven't stopped moving, growing more restless as he does; the one at her chest writhes and squirms, catching at her nipples, and the one between her thighs slithers its way up between them, teasing along her inner thighs as best it can in the tight confines]
[The way is pretty well slicked for leaf and vine alike, and she grinds harder against both with increasing focus. Breathing heavy, she moves to kiss and nip at his ear and jawline, hands falling to his hips to tug him still closer, shaky over his straining muscles.
The rest of her slides against him as well, nipples (and vines for that matter) jutting into the warmth of his chest as she desperately tries to fit them together, rhythm beginning to skip and snag. Her voice breaks on his name, eyes squeezed shut]
[As she rocks them closer together - as she presses in against him - his eyes squeeze shut against the onslaught of sensation, even as his mouth falls open, gasping for air]
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[She probably knows his tells by now; the way he draws up tight and trembling when he gets close, the way he arches beneath her, pressing up against her almost desperately. His hands run shaky fingers through the feathers on her wings; the vines twist and squirm without much focus, evidently as distracted as he is]
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[At the way she flushes and her breathing turns heavy, he brings his other hand up to give the opposite wing the same attention]
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[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]
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[His fingers continue to comb through her feathers, scritching now, a little less cautious and a little firmer]
...what's it feel like?
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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]
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[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]
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[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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Jesus. Lookit you.
[His hands go to the waistband of her pants - open up the top button and draw down the zipper]
Lift up for me? Gotta get you out of these first.
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God, you're pretty.
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[Between them, unnoticed, a vine has begun to ruck up her shirt, restless]
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[The vine trails higher still, even as his hands explore her wings- finds the swell of her breast as a second vine curls along her hip on the other side]
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[Her hips seem to be doing their best to make said leaves even less helpful, rocking easily into the bulge beneath with barely controlled fervor. She cries out, soft, shivering as the vines twine over her curves and his hands play over her feathers]
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[His hands scratch gently with his fingernails, ruffling the feathers; the vine exploring her chest seems to have found a nipple, and now that it has it stays where it is, shifting back and forth, restless]
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[Indeed, the leaves are a bit on the damp and sticky side by now, as she falls into a steady rhythm--mostly steady as he rolls up to meet her, vine flicking over her nipple and nails scritching over her wings. Her teeth dig into her lower lip, somewhat muffling further cries, as she runs her hand over his chest]
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[His other hand ruffles through her feathers, firm and restless; the vine squirms its way under her shirt, more of it sliding inside so that it can reach both of her nipples]
[Meanwhile the one on her hip slips downward, tracing over the skin of her thigh]
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[The vine across her chest squirms and wriggles; the one trailing soft touches across her thigh slips between her thighs instead, tickling slowly higher]
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In the end she leans forward, more heavily into the vine over her chest and pressing more of her weight into his, fingers curled into her palms so she can get as close to groping over his chest and sides and legs as is reasonably safe. Despite his ragged breaths, she dives in for another kiss as if she can't bear to live without it]
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[The leaves, by now, are barely in place, rumpled and damp from both sides; when she leans her weight against him, he groans and cants up into her]
[The vines haven't stopped moving, growing more restless as he does; the one at her chest writhes and squirms, catching at her nipples, and the one between her thighs slithers its way up between them, teasing along her inner thighs as best it can in the tight confines]
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The rest of her slides against him as well, nipples (and vines for that matter) jutting into the warmth of his chest as she desperately tries to fit them together, rhythm beginning to skip and snag. Her voice breaks on his name, eyes squeezed shut]
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[She probably knows his tells by now; the way he draws up tight and trembling when he gets close, the way he arches beneath her, pressing up against her almost desperately. His hands run shaky fingers through the feathers on her wings; the vines twist and squirm without much focus, evidently as distracted as he is]
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