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[She looks plenty appealing, whatever the head angle she decides on - feels plenty appealing, the warm tangle of her limbs with his own and the soft embrace of her arms]

[He reaches up to return it, arms going around her, and he has to reach under her wings to do manage. His hands run slowly up her back, as though discovering her for the first time - and perhaps he doesn't intend to ruffle her wings from the underside quite so thoroughly, but it really is difficult to hold her properly without rubbing up against them, and he certainly doesn't plan to give up one for the other]

[The feel of his (warm) hands over her back would be enough on their own to make her squirm against him--and she does, pleased to arch into his touch.

But the ruffle of his feathers is impossible to ignore, not after all the teasing--not close enough to smell him and taste him and share breath. She doesn't try, eyes fluttering shut as she grinds up into him, something high-pitched and breathless caught in her throat]

[His breath catches in his throat as she rocks against him; his hips shudder up off the car seat, pressing him against her. With most of their clothing gone, the heat is incredible, and he bites at his lip, hips shifting in a shallow, restless sort of rhythm]

Jesus.

That feels...

I-- Yeah...

[Any more thought than that seems wasted effort when she could instead be feeling, hitching down as he rises up, stuttered sounds barely matching her movements. She half-remembers to stroke at his sides or to ruffle through his foliage, but with the heat of him beneath her--the shape of him clear even through their underwear it's incredibly difficult to focus on much else]

Y-yes, Jacob...

Xia, oh my god -

[The rest of the words leave him on a groan, low and faltering; his hips hitch up against her, one leg coming up to wrap around the back of her thigh, trying to hook her in closer still. He hands comb restlessly throught he feathers of her wings, and he's drawn up tight and trembling now, not far from finishing after all the time in the photo booth]

Ah-- Please--

[Her voice cracks with desperation as she rubs up against him in double time, high and breathless as he ruffles through her wings. Suddenly she can't even think of teasing even as much as she had at the photo booth, dripping at the fry in his voice and the tremor in his cock and the message that shoots to her brain each time he runs through her feathers to mate, now.

The most she can manage is to rock when he rolls; to scrape up his sides with the flats of her talons. Her eyes scrunch shut and her mouth falls open as she ruts artlessly up against him, rhythm already beginning to falter]

Please, I'm-- Jacob--

G-god, Xia - I want - I wanna see you -

[His voice is breathless and faltering; the motion of his hips is faltering, too, falling into something desperate and erratic as he climbs those last few steps to the top]

[Possibly he doesn't get to see what he wants to see, though - because he's coming, then, and his eyes squeeze closed when he does. For an endless few moments, there's nothing but the rush of pleasure rolling over him in waves as he shakes his way through it, well and truly making a mess out of his boxer briefs]

[She calls out his name once--twice--goes to a wordless cry as her control finally falls away and sparks fly behind her closed lids. Her wings flare against the car roof as she helplessly shudders against him, nails pricking at his skin as she clutches desperately at his hips--flying on the feel and the smell and the taste of him, even here inside]

[It's a long few moments before he's finished, tremors still running through him as he drifts back to earth]

[His eyes drift open again; he looks up toward her, dazed and a little wondering, to watch her face for the last of it]

[She can't even flush at him watching, too overwhelmed with sensation to do anything but throw her head back as she rides out her orgasm, apparently spurred on by each of his tremors and aftershocks.

Her eyebrows are knotted tight, lashes dark, damp smudges against her cheeks. Her jaw is slack and voice hoarse. The arch of her back and the grip on his hips stays insistently firm, lower lips still trembling against his fading erection, her own panties equally as ruined]

[At length she finally begins to slow, sagging against him with great, heaving breaths]

[He gets his arms up around her, gentle - strokes a shaky hand over her bare shoulder]

[At length he bends his head, careful, and presses a kiss there, as well]

...you okay?

[She just shivers, letting out a long, fluttery sigh. Warm breath washes against his bare skin as she leans in to kiss over his pulse point]

[He pets against her side, gentle, palm very warm over her ribs]

...Xia...?

Mmm...

[She shifts, feathers ruffling from tip to tail, and kisses at the other side of his neck]

[Keeps petting, gentle; he tips his head a little, to give her better access]

[Well, if given the invitation, she'll go on and take it. Her breathing is still a bit heavy, heartrate hummingbird-quick as she lays kisses down to his collarbone and up to his chin. Her hands run little circles over his hips, soothing at where she'd gripped before as if in apology]

[He shivers a little, at the soft touches - keeps up the soothing motion of his hands, though one of them trails downward, stroking gentle over her hip and thigh, and then upward again to ruffle gently through the feathers of her wing]

[She chirps, soft, pressing into his hands and shimmying against the rest of him. There's a shakier breath as she nips at his neck, still soft]

...got you pretty worked up, huh.

[Another gentle ruffle]

Lemme make it up to you.

[She flushed dark, but gives another eager chirrup nevertheless as her hands start to wander]

...You ain't tired?

Being tired ain't gonna stop my hands none.

[A beat; he flushes a little, dark]

Or my mouth, if that's better.

[A shiver goes through her at the thought of it, aware of everywhere they meet and everywhere they could be meeting instead, and she flushes to match--licks her lips before replying. There's a hint of grackle cry in her voice, tone equally shy and eager]

I...I mean. When birds do it they call it a cloacal kiss. So it'd be on theme. If you really were interested.

A cloacal kiss, huh?

Well... could give it a try. Since we got a word for it and everything.

[She shifts, wings bumping against the seats and windows as she attempts to wisp the tips against his sides; her hands do a better job, being made for that sort of thing, though she mostly tickles lightly against him because she can]

It's a real word! I researched, just in case. Education is important, or whatever--right?

[He squirms, at the tickling - huffs a bit of a laugh]

Education's real important.

[His fingers ruffle through her feathers again, light and airy]

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