( The reassurance does put Sunday at ease. One must always start somewhere, no? A body so unused to any semblance of affection is bound to melt at the slightest touch. From the slight twitch of his wing enjoying the careful attention, fluttering nerves through it and down his spine, to his arm curling around his waist bringing him closer to his body.
He also can't get enough, pushing his lips against him as soon as he feels the heat of them. It's like an orchestra playing each part perfectly, resulting in Sunday's nerves to pool a rush down his groin, especially as he's bitten. He only flinches because he doesn't expect himself to react like this - to like it. So much so that he sucks in a gasp and sighs, lifting his hands up through hair so he grab onto his perked ears. He's not so rough with them, knowing full well how sensitive body parts can be, but he also appreciates their shape while he delves back against his lips. He's careful with his mask. )
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He also can't get enough, pushing his lips against him as soon as he feels the heat of them. It's like an orchestra playing each part perfectly, resulting in Sunday's nerves to pool a rush down his groin, especially as he's bitten. He only flinches because he doesn't expect himself to react like this - to like it. So much so that he sucks in a gasp and sighs, lifting his hands up through hair so he grab onto his perked ears. He's not so rough with them, knowing full well how sensitive body parts can be, but he also appreciates their shape while he delves back against his lips. He's careful with his mask. )
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