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Scra’s voice was soft, his breath brushed against Ky’s lips. “Can I..touch you too?”
Yes. Yes. Yes. Ky felt arousal shoot through him, his heart pounded against his chest and for a moment he was afraid it would burst. He wanted to pull him close and kiss him and never let him go, the trial be damned. Ky’s breath caught in his throat as he whispered pleadingly. “Please,”
They pulled and pried at each other's clothing, until they were able to feel each other's bare chests, the plain of muscles, and wings fully freed.
In a blur they managed to somehow topple over. A soft thump against the hay. Scra looked up at him, his hands still exploring every bit of sun kissed skin he could find. Ky couldn't think. He could barely breathe.
He tucked his head away from the fervent gaze and his teeth scraped alongside a pale throat. Scra’s hands tightened against his hair in response.
He pulled back just enough to look at the Crow under him. “Can I kiss you?”
The response was immediate. “Please,”
Ky closed his eyes and leaned forward. At the first press of their lips his world seemed to ignite. Passion and hunger rode through him and he dared to kiss him again and again.
In the back of his mind, he could still feel his subconscious ebb at him. He didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve Scra. He had been so cruel. How selfish was he to think he should get his happy ending? How could-
He felt Scra suddenly arch under him. He whimpered out a breathy “Ah~”
Ky pulled away. Finally he realized that he had been kissing down his chest. Shame racked through him. “I-i’m sorry,” he covered his face. “I got carried away…I just-”
“Don't stop,”
Ky froze. Unable to stop himself, he asked, “What?”
Scra shifted beneath him, his cheeks heating. “Unless you want to. But if not,” he reached for Ky’s hand and squeezed it. “Then please. Don't stop,”
“I-..” he wasn't sure what to say. He knew how he felt, but he could possibly allow himself something he longed for, for so long. But all the same, he was done lying. “I don't want to stop.” he admitted.
Scra’s lips twitched up. “Then don't,”
Ky let himself be dragged back down and settled between Scra’s legs. Ky studied his face while he got comfortable too. The slope of his jaw, the slant of his eyes, the way his lips were bruised from their kissing.
Their lips molded together again, settling into a comfortable rhythm. Ky reached down and hooked his pointer finger along Scra’s belt. He tugged on it trying to goad a reaction. Scra only kissed him harder and lifted his hips. His silent request was all to clear.
He hissed at the sharp cold air hitting his naked cock but found warmth against the Osprey’s body.
Ky pulled away to take in the sight. Scra. Was laying naked underneath him. His half hard cock between them.
Blood thrummed in his ears as he peppered kisses down his pale body, holding his thighs in place. Ky could feel them quake the closer each kiss and small nip got to his dick.
“Ky…” he whispered, looking over his stomach. Their eyes met and Scra blushed all the more.
“Please just-..” he tried to even out his breathing and his head fell back against the hay, spreading his legs further. “Please, I need you.”
“Anything you want,” he replied. His tone was soft and earnest. “Anything you want I’ll give,” He meant every word.
“Just you,” Scra said. He then paused. “And maybe a pillow,”
Ky felt a bubble of laughter escape him, he nuzzled into his thigh and kissed it twice. “I'm sure I can manage that,”
They fell back into a comfortable silence. Scra allowed himself to indulge in Ky's pampering of kisses and strokes of his cock. Not as if it was a hard task though.
Ky finally leaned into his groin and opened his mouth widely to feel the weight of the cock on his tongue. Scra sighed hazily. Tings of fire sent up every nerve. His wings fluttered happily in response. Ky let more of his dick slide down his throat and bobbed his head accordingly.
Scra whimpered, his legs flexed and clamped around his head and tugged harshly on blonde locks before he remembered himself and let go. Ky rubbed his thumbs into his thighs gently to let him know it was okay and didn't hurt. Still. He opted to clutch at the hay and close his eyes to try and just enjoy being pleasured.
As he got closer to release though, consideration started to leave him. “Ahh! K-Ky!” His hips jerked up, searching desperately for that hot mouth. “Mmmh! P-please! Please! Ky!”
Ky groaned. The way Scra cried his name went straight to his own dick. Which he selfishly snuck a hand down to help himself off.
“I’m gonna-!” he shut his mouth and he shook his head, embarrassed at what he might say through the haze so close to an orgasm. “Mmmh!”
Ky’s tongue did something fucking magical and Scra moaned loudly. This was it. This was how he died.
“Fuck! Ky y-you need to-” he half heartedly shoved at his head, trying to get Ky to stop sucking him off but the Osprey seemed determined to see it through to the end. Fuck that was hot. Scra moaned again and finally reached his climax.
His body went laxed and his legs relented in their death grip, falling to the sides to allow Ky some room to move.
He wiped his mouth, eyes trained on each heavy breath Scra took. “Are you okay?” He asked softly.
He threw an arm across his eyes. He suddenly felt so exposed. “Yeah. Fuck. Better than okay.”
Ky’s smile was gentle. “You deserve it,”
“Wait. What about you?”
“I'm okay,” Scra furrowed his brow and opened his mouth to argue, he was already getting up but Ky pressed him back to the ground softly. “Really, Scra. I'm okay. You look tired.”
He still frowned.
“It's honestly not that big of a deal,”
Scra finally sighed. “I'm going to return the favor soon,”
“You don't have to-”
“I know I don’t. But I want to. I want to make you feel good,”
Oh. “Okay,”
Scra smiled sleepily. He rolled over on his side. “Will you join me please?”
Ky came to rest beside him, his wing slid over his smaller frame to avoid any unnecessary flashing the following morning.
Scra hummed, he cuddled closer until his face was pressed under his strong jaw. He was out within seconds.
Moments passed until Ky allowed himself some rest as well. They would talk about this in the morning. For now, they were just two people in a barn, under the stars.