[ It's chiding, but affectionate. Loving and sweet, for the sad little birdie who is so determined to stay sad. He kisses Sunday's forehead again, and then the bridge of his nose. His lips, softly and sweetly at first, and then more, deeper. Tongue against tongue, licking into the roof of Sunday's mouth, the sides of his cheeks, in a way that will leave his sensitive mouth tingling with pleasure. Everything slow and soft and unhurried. Everything sweet. ]
Look, I'll show you. Let me show you how I'd love you.
[ Hands cradling his handsome face, teasing those pretty wings. Caelus coaxes him back down into his seat again, and then straddles his lap. The Trailblazer's heavy, very heavy — lot of solid muscle there, in his shoulders and chest and arms — but his thighs, pressed against Sunday's own, oh, those are pillowy-soft. His ass is downright voluptuous. He feels like comfort.
Firmly, Caelus seizes one of those wings between his index finger and thumb — the unpierced one — and rubs it slowly from wingtip to wingjoint. Slowly, slowly, massaging the flesh and the thin bones beneath the pretty feathers. ]
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[ It's chiding, but affectionate. Loving and sweet, for the sad little birdie who is so determined to stay sad. He kisses Sunday's forehead again, and then the bridge of his nose. His lips, softly and sweetly at first, and then more, deeper. Tongue against tongue, licking into the roof of Sunday's mouth, the sides of his cheeks, in a way that will leave his sensitive mouth tingling with pleasure. Everything slow and soft and unhurried. Everything sweet. ]
Look, I'll show you. Let me show you how I'd love you.
[ Hands cradling his handsome face, teasing those pretty wings. Caelus coaxes him back down into his seat again, and then straddles his lap. The Trailblazer's heavy, very heavy — lot of solid muscle there, in his shoulders and chest and arms — but his thighs, pressed against Sunday's own, oh, those are pillowy-soft. His ass is downright voluptuous. He feels like comfort.
Firmly, Caelus seizes one of those wings between his index finger and thumb — the unpierced one — and rubs it slowly from wingtip to wingjoint. Slowly, slowly, massaging the flesh and the thin bones beneath the pretty feathers. ]