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Kuya was intentional.
Pulling the little bow holding the top up undone, the gap showing the expanse of the brunette’s back widening and his hands gliding across the expanse of skin. The little tremors beneath his skin. A brief frown tugging his lips feeling the rough skin of his scar. A reminder on his vixen of his failure to protect him. Every presently reminding him even with his eyes closed that his young master had once been hurt out of his control. The tips of his fingers massaging the path along the curve of his spine. A sharp gasp filling the dull stale air. Easing the muscles that were so tense previously at the yokai’s nature. Wings fluttering and arching at the touch. Instincts ordering to claim his vixen. Eiden gripped tightly on the pillow beneath him. Eyes squinting shut with each tender roll. Faint soft sighs leaving his mouth. Back arching beneath the fox. So pliant and obedient.
It’s quiet between the two of them.
A decently rare sight.
Kuya doesn’t think he could conceal his intentions if he dared to say a word. He couldn’t risk the sweet sorcerer leaving his grasp after fetching him from those pesky birds who wanted to be the brunette’s flock. He didn’t like sharing and he’s sharing more than enough. He would be Eiden’s flock. Yet, this was one of the rare times he needed to watch every move he took, seeing his vixen’s reaction. The breathy whine is so lovingly vulnerable and vulgar in nature leaving his body when Kuya finally starts with a primary feather. Head burying itself further into the pillow. An attempt to muffle the sounds.. His body trembling under the touch. He observes for any adverse reaction but there’s none. Eiden has full trust in him.
It’s a skill he naturally possesses.
To break down not just the excess of keratin and dirt on the wings but Eiden himself. His nails delicately remove any mess and carefully dutifully pinching just hard enough to remove the broken barbs and realign them perfectly. From feather to feather, he meticulously works through them. The sorcerer dug his teeth into the pillow's fabric. His mind must be itching to chirp. Satisfied with the view or red creeping up the sorcerer’s face. He wants to take his vixen right then and there. He can’t risk it though and the reward of Eiden’s wet cries will be plenty reward by the end of the night. It irks him though to see how much restraint the little birdie is under. Kuya will allow such misbehavior for now. It’s a game just for himself to see how long the young master can hold out. Realigning and fixing all the primaries until he reaches the bend of the wing.
Kuya slips up.
In his defense, he wasn’t aware this would have triggered such a visceral reaction. He just wanted to adjust the young master’s position. Slipping his touch beneath the silk clothing and grabbing onto the soft belly that would look so pretty with his kits. Applying just the tiniest bit of pressure. In less than a split second, Kuya finds himself smacked harshly by a wing and tumbling back and bracing himself with his forearms onto the bed as the bed creaks slightly and the weight of the mattress dips elsewhere. Hurried scuttling from the sweet brunette who has now gone bright red. The tips of his ears look so sweet to nibble on. Lips soft and wet. Wings raised to make himself appear bigger. Back now turned away partially from the fox and clothes nearly falling off his lithe frame. Tears on the corner of his eyes, deliciously wetting his lashes and cheeks puffed up. Pupils blown wide and hair slightly tousled from the pillow.
Kuya wants to eat him.
He restrains himself. He is better than his instincts. Shock overwhelms him. He had thought of himself to be stronger than Eiden but to be thrown with just one of his wings off. It’s impressive. Adrenaline rushes his system. His nails are digging into his palms. He needs to reassure Eiden he is no threat but that’s near impossible when his vixen looks so good all riled up. Still, he withholds himself. Especially when he hears a small hiss-like chiding noise leave Eiden’s mouth. Raspy and abrupt. He’s scared and stressed but he’s trying to soothe himself. Find some reason in all those instincts he is fighting.
“Don’t.. touch me there.”
Kuya can only nod and wait.
The avian needs to feel safe for this to continue. So Kuya pauses, only readjusting his position to a more proper sitting one with one hand out. It takes a few minutes until the wings lower themselves. Another minute before they are less puffed up and another minute passes before Eiden’s gaze looks more humane. Driven on less instinct and more rationality. The avian letting out a small warble. The sound tapering off. The bed dipped again as the brunette got closer. He wants to kiss him.
“Can you continue?”
There’s something so rewarding in the way Eiden stretches out his wings. Trusting Kuya despite the little slip up and laying back down for him. This time, he’s much slower. Much more methodical with each movement. Avoiding touching his back or belly while fixing his wings. Carefully resuming his cleaning and straightening of feathers and picking out ones that are loose and placing them in a box off to the side. He’s heard about bird yokai who become distressed at seeing discarded feathers so he will take measures to prevent any such thoughts. The air feels a lot lighter as they resume. It’s honestly relaxing to help the young master like this. Getting to touch soft pillowy feathers that are pillowy and light. Airy and delicate. So beautiful and mesmerising to touch. He’s caught up that he almost misses the first satisfied chirp Eiden lets out.
High spirits dowsing him with pleasure knowing he was doing this right. A hearty contentment lingering in the soul, filling him with a simple warmth. Fingers moving to the secondary wings without much issue. Repeating the same thing even for the tertials and bringing out a brush once done. Carefully cleaning dried blood from areas the brunette has picked at himself too badly. Moving his touch to the oil glands before coating each feather in them. When he’s done, he makes a move to get up but Eiden moves first. Sitting up wordlessly despite Kuya's quick inquiry. Finally, his reward comes when lips press against his own. Tongue darting across so the sorcerer can deepen his affection. The avian tries to pull away when he’s almost out of breath but Kuya grabs his face, dragging him back for another.
“You’re so riled up.”
Another chirp but this is sharper, more melodic and inviting. Sweetly cooing and luring him closer. Kuya enjoys where this is going. Disrobing the young master of his clothes while his vixen climbs onto his lap. His wings puffed up but now from fear. Its from the lust and heat. Teeth nipping at his neck. Tenderly sucking little love bites that will be visible but Kuya doesn’t want Eiden to stop. A groan fills the air. It’s from the fox himself. Deep and soothing. The avian smiled at the thought of pleasing his possible mate. Kuya busied himself by removing the dress pants. Leaving them discarded elsewhere. The box moved as well. Hands now grabbing the sorcerer’s supple love handles, being careful not to touch the sensitive areas. His vixen’s eyes dilated, needy to mate. Blinking cutely at him. Just how he wanted his vixen.
A robe comes undone. The avian hesitated for only a brief moment before kissing the side of the fox’s neck. Tongue flicking out and marking unmarked skin. Kuya feels his heart thump louder. It rings in his ears. Can Eiden hear it too? Is this what the brunette was like without all the filters and rationale? Possessive and needy to be cherished. Pushing lightly and pulling Kuya close. His skin feels so hot. Warmth pouring over into the fox’s skin. Pardoning the usual icy touch he bears. Eyelashes batting so pretty up at him while leaving his marks. So mouthy with the little chirps between the hickeys. He wanted to hear his young master sing the sweetest lullabies under his provocative touch. To cry out for him.
“Young master, you’re so adorable like this.”
Ah, Eiden’s pupils narrowed before dilating again before pulling Kuya in again. His hands holding tightly on the fabric, creases forming from it. Wings fluttering when the fox reaches out to touch him. Curling into his touch. Another hand reaching out to the plump chest. Flesh indented under the harsh grab. It fits nicely into his hand. Kuya likes how Eiden fits against his own body. Only time could tell whether that was a good thing but he has always had time to spare. He squeezes the toned and lovingly sculpted chest a few times. He’s always had a bit of a thing for the young sorcerer’s chest. Thoughts of suckling on the milk slipping between his touch tempt his mind but he holds off. He will play nice. It’s their first time since the change in the sorcerer’s life. The others are starving. Unable to even get a sliver of what he has right now. Bragging rights.
“Kuya.. mate?”
“You’re so forward, my vixen.”
Eiden preens at the comment. Returning to his previous actions. This time kissing Kuya’s collarbone to his shoulder blade. Kuya thrives on affection. Becoming bolder with each touch until he teasingly pulls on the young master’s nipples. Sweet cries gracing his ears. Face twisting into one of pleasure. Arching his back for Kuya to drag him closer. The fox buried his face into the bare nape. Continuing with his little teasing. Rolling sweet buds between his fingers. Little dribbles of milk overwhelming him and luring him for a taste of divinity. He pulls away and lowers his sights to the avian's chest, taking the nipplie into his mouth. Hand now on the other side, continuing his actions. The amount is small but the smooth texture sits flatly on his tongue. Creamy and sweet. He desperately wants more. If he teased them everyday could he get more?
Desperate and filthy wanton moans are his reward. Incentivising him further. A wing lightly taps against his arm but it’s clear Eiden has other intentions. The brunette’s hand trailing down the fox’s abdomen. Kuya can’t help his own breathy pleased hums. The young master was bold. He pulls his tongue off the sweet milk. The nipple is a bit more red and wet. He gives one last lick before another kiss. Letting his master get a taste of the sweet divinity his body made. The air around them is getting warmer. It feels so right.
“We should decide how many pups you want right now or I might just put a litter in you, young master.”
Eiden wraps his arms around Kuya’s neck. Contemplating while staring into mismatched eyes. No answer. Instead kissing him and chirping. Wings lowering themselves to rest on the mattress. Rubbing his face against the fox’s neck. The brunette was fully on top of Kuya’s lap. Plush thighs weighing him down. It might be a nice way to go to the afterlife. Eiden’s hard on rubbing against his own. The friction between them makes it electrifying.
“Mate, so handsome,” Eiden compliments.
“Am I now?” Kuya smirks.
“Mhm~” Eiden nods while proudly admitting it. Tousling with the fox’s hair and staring in interest at the pointy ears. Reaching out to pet them. Kuya doesn’t feel threatened. Instead it’s endearing how horny and cute this version of the sorcerer was when his wings had just been preened.
“Say it again. I don’t think I heard you correctly the first time.”
“Mate is really handsome.”
Kuya hums in contentment.
“Fuck me please?” Eiden begs with such beady dazed eyes. His words slightly slurred. Drunk on the aftermath of having his feathers preened. Legs spreading apart so the fox can grab his thighs and leave bruises on them. Kuya finally gives in. His tail appeared and swished around. Wrapping itself on a part of the young sorcerer. The falling backwards onto the bed. White wings spread out underneath him. The wingspan is larger than the bed itself. Maybe it’s time to get a bigger one. Boxers are removed from the brunette. Kuya’s own clothes are almost fully undone. His cock standing at full. Veiny and long with a good amount of girth to it. Eiden can’t help but stare at his mate’s cock. His mouth aching to wrap his pretty lips around them.
“Ah-!”
Tears dampen his eyes again when Kuya pushes apart soft folds. Trailing his fingers up and down his new lower lips. A new part of him he’s been scared to show to others. A wing curling up in front of him to conceal himself in a way of faux defence. One that Kuya stops. Having to use magic and his strength to pull away the wing to reveal the flustered face. His fingers pressing against the small hooded nub and gently pressing it. Desperate moans somewhere between begging for more and being embarrassed. Body flinching sharply under each riveting touch. His cock hard and leaking a small amount of precome onto his stomach. Toes curling under the continued assault on his senses with one hand gently brushing through feathers. Finally, a finger pushes inside.
Eiden nearly finished right then and there.
Kuya’s finger becomes soaked in the wet liquid dripping from the sorcerer’s pussy. Rolling his wrist back and forth until he gets the right spot. He knows he has it when Eiden tightens around him even more. Hot and wet greedy hole wanting to keep him inside. A second finger is added. Moving alongside the first and working on loosening his vixen who trembles beneath his touch. Pulling both fingers apart to watch the cute pussy stretch around them. His partner dragged him for another kiss to dampen his cries. Nails almost resembling talons digging into his shoulder. Breaking the skin until he almost draws blood. All while Kuya continues his foreplay. A third finger in him now. Wet mess dribbling onto the bed.
“Please, please, please, put it in.”
“So soon?”
“Want…”
Eiden whines beneath his breath. So airy and wanton. The call for more makes the fox shorten his usual foreplay. Intent on breeding the brunette. Claiming him as his vixen. His hardened cock pressing against the entrance. Not thrusting in just yet but letting his tip rub against the inner lips. A fist being bitten into to stifle moans. Hoisting the sorcerer leg over his shoulder to use. His first thrust is confidence. Knowing exactly where to hit. Letting his cock lush and drag slowly against wet hot walls. Perfectly tight just for him. Eiden is his. Laid out beneath him with no clothes to hide himself. A divine gift from above on display. Body crying for each little movement. For friction between the two.
“Let’s have a whole litter.”
Kuya presses his hand just beneath the belly. Hyper aware of the reaction he would get. Beads of sweat forming on their bodies. So sinful with how it glistens under the light. The fox angles his hips to thrust with precision. Starting off a lot less slower than his usual momentum. He leans down to the young sorcerer’s neck. Continuing with his pace while scenting the avian. Fox are very territorial and Kuya wanted everyone to know Eiden was no longer available. He’s seen the looks of those noblemen who have been so lustful. Their eyes failing to conceal even the tiniest sliver of it. A refusal to keep decorum. The only one unaware was the avian himself. He should gauge their eyes out. Blood pumps through his veins. His vixen looked at him with such affection.
“Kuya-!”
Kuya digs his teeth into soft supple flesh. One man would have gone to war for the chance to win over. Blood and the heavy taste of iron fills his mouth. It coats it. A hand reaching into his hair to tug on it. Tongue lapping at any excess. His cock spreads Eiden open to take claim. To bury himself deep into the sweet cavern. His cock engulfed in pure bliss. A hand trailing onto the bully to touch where the outline of his cock was. So deep.
Eiden finishes with the sweetest melody.
Wings fluffing up and unfurling. Back once again arching and his hands held onto Kuya’s shoulders to ground himself before he floated into pure bliss. Toes curling under the intensity of the orgasm that washed over him. A little bit of droll and his tongue lolling out. Cute heart eyes adorning his gaze. His insides tighten and send the fox over the edge in the process too. Chasing after his own release like a depraved man. The hand holding onto the thigh digging in and leaving bruises that would undoubtedly be seen by others the next day. Heavy panting between the two as they lay in the aftermath of the mess between them. Dazed and in awe of the chemistry.
Yet, that isn’t enough to exhaust either of the two but at least Eiden’s wings are now preened. Kuya mischievously reaches his touch into soft feathers to start another round.
It will be a long night.