[Ryou tenses, just for a moment, as the wings enclose him. He's not scared of Atem, but there is something reflexive in the back of his mind, of clawed wings digging into his back, tearing, ripping--
No. Not today. Not right now.
He leans in closer, shifting his weight against Atem as if he's melting. The tip of his tail is wagging slowly, thoughtlessly, as he loses himself in the kiss. After everything else...Ryou really is desperate to take the good moments and hold them close to his heart.
When Atem brushes his thumb against the base of an ear, Ryou lets out a soft, pleased sound and his fingers curl in against Atem's chest, gripping at his clothing, holding him closer, if that's even possible.
By the time they pull away from each other, he's breathless. He's warm...being here with Atem is like curling up next to a crackling campfire that brings comfort. And of course he's perfectly happy to let Atem's lips travel along his jaw. He laughs softly when Atem tells him he's beautiful.]
You certain make me feel that way.
[Atem also makes him feel a couple of other ways with those words whispered against his neck, the warm breath tickling in the gap between the collar and his skin. It's...nice.
The hand that had been settled against Atem's chest traces upward, a clawed fingertip trailing along his neck, across his jaw...and then he reaches up to gently weave his fingers into the feathers of one headwing, running his padded thumb upward from the primaries without disturbing the arrangement...then back down.
It feels interesting. Like the snakes, he's sure he'll miss these.]
I don't know how I ever got along without seeing how beautiful you are...
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No. Not today. Not right now.
He leans in closer, shifting his weight against Atem as if he's melting. The tip of his tail is wagging slowly, thoughtlessly, as he loses himself in the kiss. After everything else...Ryou really is desperate to take the good moments and hold them close to his heart.
When Atem brushes his thumb against the base of an ear, Ryou lets out a soft, pleased sound and his fingers curl in against Atem's chest, gripping at his clothing, holding him closer, if that's even possible.
By the time they pull away from each other, he's breathless. He's warm...being here with Atem is like curling up next to a crackling campfire that brings comfort. And of course he's perfectly happy to let Atem's lips travel along his jaw. He laughs softly when Atem tells him he's beautiful.]
You certain make me feel that way.
[Atem also makes him feel a couple of other ways with those words whispered against his neck, the warm breath tickling in the gap between the collar and his skin. It's...nice.
The hand that had been settled against Atem's chest traces upward, a clawed fingertip trailing along his neck, across his jaw...and then he reaches up to gently weave his fingers into the feathers of one headwing, running his padded thumb upward from the primaries without disturbing the arrangement...then back down.
It feels interesting. Like the snakes, he's sure he'll miss these.]
I don't know how I ever got along without seeing how beautiful you are...