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Gotcha.
[he's even checking to be sure the cauldron is clean before he carefully pours all the sugar in]
[he's even checking to be sure the cauldron is clean before he carefully pours all the sugar in]
[ fluttering to the far edge of the pot to watch it all pour in. pouring a fuckton of sugar makes such a fun sound. Goddamn, look at it all go.
I better... get this done fast. Before ants attracted. ]
I better... get this done fast. Before ants attracted. ]
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[it really is a fun sound isn't it]
I'd hope they can't get in here, but probably, just to be safe.
I'd hope they can't get in here, but probably, just to be safe.
[ Will mix it all up... with tender care. Make big, pretty... special, rock candy.
Now. What... did you need, from me? ]
Now. What... did you need, from me? ]
Rock candy? I'll have to ask you to explain that better when you're back to normal.
Anyway, I need a hug.
Anyway, I need a hug.
[ stretches out his wings as if to say, with what arms???? ]
[reaching up to patpat him, it totally counts]
See? That's it.
See? That's it.
[ oh good. It's over with. He coos placidly. It really is funny how dramatic the difference between random touch with flockmates vs most other people is. In this body, compared to his own, it doesn't feel like eerie pins and needles threat... but it doesn't feel like a whisper of 'home,' either.
Ultimately, it wasn't so bad.
...but he has dignity to maintain!
He flutters back to the cauldron. He has more work to do! ]
Ultimately, it wasn't so bad.
...but he has dignity to maintain!
He flutters back to the cauldron. He has more work to do! ]
[look he gets it, hugs are weird if you're not used to them. That's part of why he's asking and not just doing it.
He nods to him]
If you need any other help, let me know.
He nods to him]
If you need any other help, let me know.
I've heard, some people, it makes them feel a rush. Elated, for hours on. Easier to entice and... excite.
But I can't tell, Muffin~. I think maybe I'm muddying the waters, with my own presence.
[ hands shifting up to steady on Muffin's hips. eyes darting to a certain part of his anatomy, neglected thus far. ]
Maybe we should check more... thoroughly?
But I can't tell, Muffin~. I think maybe I'm muddying the waters, with my own presence.
[ hands shifting up to steady on Muffin's hips. eyes darting to a certain part of his anatomy, neglected thus far. ]
Maybe we should check more... thoroughly?
[elated, enticed, and excited are ALL accurate descriptions of how muffin's feeling. and some other 'e' words besides.]
—Should. Yes.
[sudden trepidation. if quetzal "checks" by swanning off into the tub and removing his presence, muffin will perish.]
Please?
—Should. Yes.
[sudden trepidation. if quetzal "checks" by swanning off into the tub and removing his presence, muffin will perish.]
Please?
[gratefulness and adoration go quickly across the divide, charmed by that glint in his eye even as he waits in anticipation.
then there’s touch and heat, and muffin gasps, flooding the bond with a wave of pure arousal.]
then there’s touch and heat, and muffin gasps, flooding the bond with a wave of pure arousal.]
[ the feedback is incredible. his legs are tense beneath him, seeking sensation that feels like he's getting it, but just isn't there.
it's easy, to let all that egg him on further. to take him in his mouth in little laps, undulating waves, and plying suction, all softness and warmth. pain through the hands, sweetness through the lips; if he creates clear delineations, in the future, they're even more fun to transgress... if he wants. he wonders if muffin even really notices, anymore, the wrap of thorns his right hand holds onto him with, sunk into both of their flesh at once as he braces on his body to stay steady, occupied with the motion of his head--
it's not like he can tell by looking for any sense of pain.
but that heady pleasure, the flush of blood running hotter, hotter, in both their veins...
he finds doesn't want to flip it all on its head, today. he just wants this. he just wants more, and further, and so he keeps going. ]
it's easy, to let all that egg him on further. to take him in his mouth in little laps, undulating waves, and plying suction, all softness and warmth. pain through the hands, sweetness through the lips; if he creates clear delineations, in the future, they're even more fun to transgress... if he wants. he wonders if muffin even really notices, anymore, the wrap of thorns his right hand holds onto him with, sunk into both of their flesh at once as he braces on his body to stay steady, occupied with the motion of his head--
it's not like he can tell by looking for any sense of pain.
but that heady pleasure, the flush of blood running hotter, hotter, in both their veins...
he finds doesn't want to flip it all on its head, today. he just wants this. he just wants more, and further, and so he keeps going. ]
[thorns? what thorns? though he registers the pain, the vine itself is already forgotten. the tattoo's needles felt the most similar, but his pleasure-fogged mind grasps at a different comparison, one already wound up in quetzal's presence, and welcomes it. like claws in his neck, this can be another bite. and when he whimpers, even muffin doesn't know if it's for pain or pleasure.
but it's only a small part of his thoughts. a bright note against the rising heat and the nearing crest. he wants to give something back, some greater encouragement than just petting quetzal's feathers.]
...Want— um. Want second tattoo. Can watch.
but it's only a small part of his thoughts. a bright note against the rising heat and the nearing crest. he wants to give something back, some greater encouragement than just petting quetzal's feathers.]
...Want— um. Want second tattoo. Can watch.
[muffin gasps, bracing himself on quetzal's shoulders and curling over his head, holding on against the drowning rush of desire only for the sake of answering his question]
Arm! Right arm.
[more than that though— he hasn't decided the specifics and he certainly can't right now.]
Arm! Right arm.
[more than that though— he hasn't decided the specifics and he certainly can't right now.]
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