The slip of those fingers against his feathers feels all too perfect, fingertips skirting the length of his spine as they climb ever higher, and...gods, he doesn't know if someone who was feeling unwell was supposed to be this irrisistable, but he suddenly just wants from him, every little whisper and slip of those sinful fingers pulls him further, drags him under.
Slips deeply within long feathers, grasps ever so gently, and he can't find it within himself to refuse him, just wants...wants this to never end, pulls sinful memories to light which...they feel...so empty next to the insatiable rush that crawls through him now.
"... f'course I do...wouldn't want...anything else..." he murmurs, feeling the gentle touch against his neck, sweet little circles playing in his feathers before there's a soft little brush of cool against his skin, a moment before-
"... I know..." He can't help the faint gasp that falls from him, ice blues fluttering closed for a heartbeat as those little fangs sink into feathers, something he knows so well, curling slow, deep, ever further, ever closer to...t-to... There's a glimmer of a wince as those fangs sink into lifeblood, fingers curling lightly against fawn and cobalt as they settle on the cool curve of shoulders.
Something...something whispers...tells him this should hurt...should be so obscenely wrong...but gods, the way those fingers curl into his feathers, hold him fiercely close, that silken purr slipping into his senses and refusing to let go, even the way there's this gentle little pulse of warmth from those sinful lips...