Stiva preens, a little cooing sound in the back of his throat when Justin's fingertips flutter over his skin. The tip of his wings tremble.
He steadies his breath. It's been so many years now, so many of these kinds of encounters between them. It should be a reliable expectation now, like the seasons. But Stiva still finds himself deeply awestruck at being able to touch Justin back in such a way, to be able to even allowed to see him in such a state. Had he been anyone else, they'd have taken a cleaver to his fingers and placed a curse upon his bloodline for even thinking he was deserving of such a privilege.
"If that was your desire, you should have said so," he responds, easing himself onto the bed in careful motions, like a piece of paper being delicately folded in the hands of a master. His tone is warm, a shy murmur of sound, despite his words being somewhat disrespectful.
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He steadies his breath. It's been so many years now, so many of these kinds of encounters between them. It should be a reliable expectation now, like the seasons. But Stiva still finds himself deeply awestruck at being able to touch Justin back in such a way, to be able to even allowed to see him in such a state. Had he been anyone else, they'd have taken a cleaver to his fingers and placed a curse upon his bloodline for even thinking he was deserving of such a privilege.
"If that was your desire, you should have said so," he responds, easing himself onto the bed in careful motions, like a piece of paper being delicately folded in the hands of a master. His tone is warm, a shy murmur of sound, despite his words being somewhat disrespectful.