"Okay I can do that." The second touch was kind of unexpected and he held his breath as David traced the pattern of the wings, almost flinching when fingertips pressed near his spine. Managing to hold still, he finally nodded as the blond told him where he wanted the wing tips to sit.
Moving away to pull his shirt back on, Daniel composed himself before leaning back against the counter and looking over at the feather design David had chosen. "I'll warn you now, it may take more than one sitting."