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[She watches as he goes, and lets out a coo as he bends to get the photos. The tips of her wing trail over the curve of his ass as she passes by, finally peeking out of the booth]

...Over there, maybe.

[There are a number of vehicles parked not too far away; perhaps in the dim lighting no one will notice just how flushed or rumpled they look in the interim]

[He shivers, softly, at the touch of her feathers - bites down on his lip, photos in hand, to peek out after her]

...you think being inside's gonna be enough cover?

...Planning on being louder'n that?

[Flushes,]

...I mean.

Not on purpose.

[She smiles, slow, and leans in against him. Unless he keeps moving, her hand begins to creep familiarly down his back]

Well then. Just gotta do your best....

Wh-what, to keep it down?

[Shivers,]

If you can do that, we got no problem, right?

[She sets her wing to curl around him as well, soft against him]

Well... how bout you?

[He leans in a little - runs a funger along the edge of her wing]

You gonna be able to keep it down okay?

[Shudders, breath shaky at the back of her throat]

...That's your problem, ain't it?

What, if you're loud?

[He runs a few fingers through this time, ruffling the feathers]

Yeah...

[Her voice catches, suddenly rather breathless even as she leans into him]

If it's your fault, you should take responsibility...

[The trails through her feathers grow a little firmer, nails scratching light against the skin]

...maybe we oughtta go a little further out than just one of those cars.

[Groans, light, her eyes glazing over with the contact]

Mmm... Don't care where, just want you...

[Scratches through again, just as deliberate, before giving her wing a final stroke and pulling away]

...c'mon. Guess we better get moving, then.

[An involuntary whine as he pulls away, quickly followed by a flush as she catches herself]

Yeah...yeah. Just--lead the way.

[Takes her by the hand and heads on out]

[He is decidedly flushed - ducks his head a little, self-conscious at how rumpled he is and the fact that he can't help but walk a little lopsided, thanks to the continuing distraction,]

[Unless she makes a move to pull them toward the (closer) cars, though, he's aiming for the door]

[She has not watched enough American teen movies to romanticize making out in a car, and he'd seemed to know what he wanted, so she doesn't attempt to take the lead. She does, however, attempt to worm her way past the hem of his clothes at her nearest opportunity as they walk, sorry-not sorry]

[His breath catches, a little; considering the costume, there's nothing there to prevent her from reaching up as far as she wants, to bare thighs or even the parts covered by his underwear, though as soon as he feels her reaching, his (mostly) steady pace misses a step. Perhaps though, given the deepening flush, that is more a bug than a feature]

[It takes him a beat to recover - another, to loop an arm around her, casual (?) for an excuse to bury his fingers in the feathers of the opposite wing]

[She chirps out a protest(???), wings and tail feathers ruffling closer as her steps falter already. Stumbling into him she catches herself on his side, which definitely isn't just an excuse to run her hand inside the open neckline of his shirt, talons skimming over the freckled skin inside]

[He sucks in a gasp, at her wandering hand - shifts a little, biting at his lip]

[The arm around her tightens a little to catch her when she stumbles, instinctively, which also means that the whole length of his arm is pressing agaisnt her wings,]

[This only makes her fall even more into him, wings as wobbly as her knees. Her talons dig into him, automatic, as she lets out a more breathless sound]

[Reaching up to cup her face, gentle and a little breathless]

...you okay?

[Her cheeks are hot under his hands, and her voice comes out low and shaky. Her wings spread a bit, inviting]

Y-yeah, just-- When you touch 'em, I can't-- It's--hard to do anything else.

Edited 2021-11-22 08:14 (UTC)

Oh. Uh - right. That's -

Right.

[Unwinds his arm from around her, though perhaps with a bit more contact than strictly necessary. That last stroke lingers too long to be an accident, surely]

...guess we better get outta here.

[Shivers again, unable to withhold a whine either as he touches her or as he pulls away]

O-okay. Maybe someplace close.

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