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“Mhmm.” Realising I’d already stopped pointing out each erogenous zone, I murmured, “Inner wrist. Inner elbow. And…”

Gently lifting his arm until his elbow was cocked over his head, fingers flexing against the pillow, I shifted higher to press a soft kiss to the underside of his little bicep before trailing my lips down. Larkin shivered, twitching slightly as his breaths sped up.

“Armpit,” I rasped, the little tuft of silky bright pink hair in the hollow far too endearing. His clean, sweet scent flooded my senses when I nuzzled him there, inhaling subtly.

“Mmmph.” He jerked and snuffled a breathy laugh. “Ticklish.”

I smiled against his skin and pressed a kiss to the side of his flat pec, then made my way inward to one small dark blue nipple that was already perked up.

“Nipples can obviously be another main one.” I rubbed the tip of my nose against it, then circled it with my tongue.

“Nngh.” Larkin’s hands shot up to clutch at my hair. His spine briefly arched off the bed, pushing his nipple closer to my mouth. “Y-yeah, that… that feels really good.”

His knees were alternating between restlessly hugging my sides and falling open wide as his hips strained up. I drew his nipple into my mouth and sucked, groaning when my stiff cock brushed against his inner thigh. Unable to stop myself, I pressed closer until my balls rubbed against him too, shuddering at the sensation.

“Mmm, Seb…”

I gave his other nipple the same attention, then pressed a kiss to the centre of his chest before trailing more down his body in a straight line until I reached the sweet, shallow dip of his navel.

“Belly button,” I said raggedly, then circled it with my tongue before dipping the tip inside.

He shuddered and lurched up a little, huffing out a laugh. “That feels weird.”

I grinned up at him. “Yeah. Kinda hypersensitive, right? Almost too much.”

“Uh-huh.” He nodded, head tilted on the pillow so he could watch me. He licked his lips, then sucked in a sharp breath when I kissed my way lower. His eyes flared with nervous anticipation.

My chin bumped against the stiff length of his cock through warm cotton as I reached the waistband of his boxer briefs. I kissed along the edge until I reached his hip bone, which I scraped gently with my teeth before stroking it with my tongue.

Larkin whimpered, breathing hard as his cock jerked in his boxers. Looking down, I saw a wet spot soaking through the cotton. My gut lurching with a flood of arousal, I shuffled back and curled my fingers under the waistband, then looked up at him.

“You okay with me taking these off?”

He nodded frantically, already lifting his hips. I quickly peeled them down, my own dick throbbing as my gaze locked onto his when it smacked against his lower belly, the head shiny and wet. His dusky blue balls were already pulled up tight, and there was a tremor running though his thighs as I got the boxers over his feet, tugging his socks off at the same time.

I just wanted to suck him into my mouth and feel him pulse against my tongue, but there were more erogenous zones I needed to cover before I got to that. There were plenty of spots on the other side of him that I could tease—the nape of his neck, between his wings at his shoulder blades, the small of his back—but I didn’t want to overwhelm him and make him anxious. He was still getting used to being naked in front of another person, and being face down could feel particularly vulnerable, especially while he was still somewhat self-conscious about his tail.

Still, I found myself eyeing his wings with heated curiosity. They were lying flat on the bed, peeking out from his sides. I started to reach for one, then paused and looked at him.

“Can I touch your wings, Lark?”

He gazed at me for a second like he didn’t understand the question, then lifted his head to shoot his straining cock a despairing look. My mouth twitched, but I held back my smile.

“Um, s-sure.”

“You’ve told me before that they’re sensitive.” I trailed my fingertips over the bottom curve of one. They felt incredibly fragile and gossamer thin, but I knew they were pretty sturdy and strong. Larkin wasn’t particularly careful with his, but there were no ragged edges or tears.

They glimmered with an array of pastel jewel tones, delicate little veins spidering out within the stained-glass membranes. As I followed a vein with my fingertip, Larkin shuddered hard. His wings flittered manically against the bed, and his cock strained up off his belly then smacked back down.

“Y-yeah, they’re sensitive,” he breathed. “They feel really sensitive right now.”

“Does it feel good?” I murmured, splaying out my fingertips to trace them back down the length of a wing.

“Mmm.” He nodded frantically. “Yes.”

I smiled at him, letting my hand slide onto his flat stomach and resting it there as I circled his navel with my thumb. “So they’re another spot for you.”

He gave me a shy grin, both his arms now resting on the pillow above his head. “I guess so.”