for Corbie

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Curnen's bawdy song followed them for a way, but faded from their hearing well before they reached Coby's room. The sign on the door said Tall & Short and after using his key, Coby stood to one side so Corbie could enter first. "Barbie Dream House pink, circa, I don't know, 1990-something." The room was, as he'd hinted, floor to ceiling pink, with only small amounts of cream or gold to keep it from being completely monochrome.

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"This is where I'd ask a cheeky 'do you want to?' except I think we both know the answer to that."

Something in the magic behind the wings let them manifest without interfering with his clothes, but Coby had no clue how that worked. He kind of thought it was more impressive when you could really see the shift anyway, and since they'd be getting rid of clothes soon regardless, the way things were going, he unbuttoned his shirt enough to drag it up and off over his head, revealing his tattoos. Sun on one arm, a few feathers on the other, and then the wings that spread across his shoulders and down both arms. He gave her a moment to take that in, exhaling slowly, then let the wings manifest, the ink coming to life and spreading into large raven-like wings. "Ta-da!"

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Corbie's mouth fell open.

She stared for several heartbeats. She'd grown up believing in angels, and she still did in a kind of distant way, but she had still never actually seen anything like this.

And while it might seem like an absurd thing to ask someone you had definitely followed to his room to fuck, she found herself tentatively lifting a hand and uttering a shy, "Can I...?"

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Coby laughed warmly, not at her, but because of her and her wonder. He knew what that felt like. He'd felt it when he first saw Anael's wings.

"You could at least buy a guy dinner first," he teased, acknowledging the intimacy of that touch, but they had come up here to fuck, and that was why he was flashing his wings at her already. "No getting shy on me now. Go for it, if you want."

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Absolutely dying to get a closer look at his back, Corbie actually slipped around Coby to see. Carefully, not really knowing how sensitive or delicate a wing actually was, she stroked her fingers up the bone before moving down over the feathers. Her own name--yeah, technically her surname, shut up--was an old country word for a crow or a raven, and she took the color as a kind of omen. Of what she didn't know, maybe that this had been a good choice.

She leaned in and planted a warm kiss between his shoulder blades. "I take it this means you'd rather be on top."

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Sensitive wings twitched under her touch, and shifted to press into her hand. Other than Curnen, no one had touched his wings since Coby got here, and few but Anael and Curnen before.

There were creative work-arounds for the wings, and figuring them out had been and would be fun. (Two sets of wings had been an even better challenge.) But she was right wings pinned under him wasn't the best choice most of the time. "Eventually, maybe. But first I was thinking I'd go down."

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Okay, that one man would be that generous was the loveliest surprise. Two? It was a fucking miracle. Corbie had died and gone to heaven.

She sighed into Coby's skin and kissed her way up his back and neck. "Oh, you are sweet," she murmured.

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"I don't know about sweet." Bitter sometimes, yeah, but not usually sweet. But it said something about the guys Corbie'd been with that she'd think so just because he wanted to eat her out. "I know what I like, and don't see any reason for us not to both enjoy ourselves as much as possible."

Like letting himself enjoy the feel of kissed trailed up his spine before tucking his wings in close so he could turn without hitting her, then pull her in close with an arm low around her hips for a deep and hungry kiss.

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There was nothing sweeter in the world than genuinely being wanted, and Corbie answered that hunger with her own, rolling her hips into him as he pulled her close. "Well," she panted when she had to break away for air, "maybe not that sweet." Which was good, because she actually wasn't much for sweet boys (unless they were paying for her, because sweet boys were so easy to please). She kissed him again, her hands stroking up his chest, over his shoulders as she put her arms around his neck, savoring the feeling of warm skin under her fingers.

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Touch was good, skin was better, and Coby trailed kisses along her throat, teasing at the pulse there as he began to get her out of her clothes, so they could have more of both, and he could work his way down to where they both wanted him to be.

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Skin was great, and she wanted the feel of it against her own. Corbie lifted her arms to let him get her shirt off. She wanted the bra gone, too--she still wasn't very fond of this particular garment--but she was still clumsy with those fucking tiny hooks.

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In contrast, Coby had a lot of experience with those fucking tiny hooks for someone who didn't wear a bra, and a simple glide of finger and thumb released the hooks as his other hand slid under one cup to palm the breast beneath. The rest of their clothes followed soon after, dropped haphazardly across the floor on the way to the bed.

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Corbie nearly stumbled when her legs met the bed, and she kicked away her underwear before she sat down hard in a fit of giggles. She grinned and flopped back on the bed, shamelessly splaying her limbs, her curls spilling across the covers.

[st_rummer]

Laughing during sex, or on the way to it, was always hot. Unless it was the uncomfortable type, but Corbie's giggles weren't anywhere close to that, and Coby grinned, leaning over her to steal another playful-hot kiss before trailing bites and kisses down her body as he went to his knees by the bed.

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That had only been the beginning, and by the time Coby tossed the used condom in the trash and flopped back down on the bed with Corbie, his wings draped over them like a blanket, it was in a tingly-lax, sated sprawl of tangled limbs.

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Corbie was finding she could get used to the feeling of a wing draped over her. It was blocking out all the pink, yes, but it was also warmer than she'd thought. That made sense, though, she supposed, it was just another kind of limb.

She reached up to give the inner feathers a stroke, finding with her fingers that they were smaller and softer than what she's touched before.

Then she turned her head and planted a soft kiss on Coby's shoulder.

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The wing twitched under the soft touch, and where it was trapped between his body and the mattress, Coby's cock did too. A low, barely audible sound rose in his chest. "I'm not sixteen any more, pretty," but he didn't sound bothered at all as he winked and leaned over to kiss her sweetly. God, if he'd had the wings at sixteen, he would've been even more of a horndog than he actually had been.

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"That's okay," Corbie murmured, the response just as lazily playful before she kissed him back, slow and warm. Her fingers came away from the wing one by one, teasing him by drawing out the touch. "So sensitive."

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"Very. And hard to resist touching too." He had no trouble admitting either of those things. "I was kinked hard to Anael's wings before I had these. And yeah, we've gotten each other off just kissing and petting them." The love came through in the low murmur of his voice, warmth to go with the playfulness in his eyes.

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Well, they're pretty, Corbie almost said, instead latching onto that name. "Anael?"

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How did you describe Anael to someone, when the only way to really understand was to meet him? Coby had a moment's though how much would Anael love Corbie, and how much fun the three of them could have together. Right, she was waiting for an answer.

"I've got wings, but somebody did that to me. I'm just a guy really. Anael... he's the fucking angel of love. He is... awesome. And lovely. And he would really like you."

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Corbie nodded. Much as the sight of Coby with his wings evoked the idea of angels, she had know even in the midst of her initial awe that he was not. She didn't know what exactly would be different if it happened. It was just a feeling in her gut.

And then the rest of it sank in, and suddenly she was smiling and shy. "Can't imagine what a fucking angel would see in me."

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"Really? I can." Coby propped up on one elbow so he could see her better, one finger of his other hand twirling around a tousled curl. "He love everybody. That's just part of who he is. But the people he likes, they're special. Anael, it means 'joy of God' or 'pleasure of God', something like that. And you," he bumped his nose along hers and kissed her slow and sweet and wanting. "You have plenty of both. Joy and pleasure."

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Corbie was not of the opinion that she was anything very special at all, but she was flattered and she smiled into the kiss. "I try for both?" Sudden shyness lifted the words into a question. "It's a hard world, when you don't."

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"It can be a hard world even when you do. Harder when you're on your own." He shrugged. Anael was better at explaining these things than he was. "He'll see me again. I have faith in that."

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"All the more important you do when you're on your own," Corbie murmured. And even though she was probably half talking about herself, she couldn't help reaching out to touch his cheek in sympathy.

[st_rummer]

Coby had been thinking about Corbie when he said it, not himself. He had Curnen, and getting to know her all over again. And he was making friends here. Even Kash, grower of mighty herb and needing to imbibe, hung out with him on the regular in need of chill. It was all good.

He turned his head to kiss her fingers. "You don't have to be on your own. I know it doesn't help with the people you miss, but it's not nothing."