[ with that tone in her voice his face and ears flush some more, eyelids lowered heavily, a shaky breath audible as he arches forward and head tilted back since her touch felt so fucking good on his wings. his fingers grip at the edges of the chair and tiny buds of sweat fall down his temple. ]
M-M... M-Mean--!
[ it's this torture he can enjoy and joke around with all the want that runs through his body. ]
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M-M... M-Mean--!
[ it's this torture he can enjoy and joke around with all the want that runs through his body. ]