This is a part of life that he remains inexperienced in despite the situations that he's managed to get himself into in this place, but even then— it feels like the right move to make. Not only because he thinks it will take them out of this dream, but also because it brings solace to the other man. Or so he thinks, anyway.
A curious hand caresses the length of the closest wing he can reach, feeling the way those feathers unfurl at the lightest touch. They're soft, just like Sunday is— his lips, his hair, his skin. Six can't get enough of it.
He kisses Sunday again, bringing him closer to him by winding an arm around his waist, wanting to feel his warmth until everything is eclipsed by it. Tentatively, he nips at the man's bottom lip lightly, wondering how he'd react. ]
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[ It's not like Six is doing any better.
This is a part of life that he remains inexperienced in despite the situations that he's managed to get himself into in this place, but even then— it feels like the right move to make. Not only because he thinks it will take them out of this dream, but also because it brings solace to the other man. Or so he thinks, anyway.
A curious hand caresses the length of the closest wing he can reach, feeling the way those feathers unfurl at the lightest touch. They're soft, just like Sunday is— his lips, his hair, his skin. Six can't get enough of it.
He kisses Sunday again, bringing him closer to him by winding an arm around his waist, wanting to feel his warmth until everything is eclipsed by it. Tentatively, he nips at the man's bottom lip lightly, wondering how he'd react. ]