for Corbie

[st_rummer]

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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[st_rikingblueeyes]

It was really, really pink in there, in the same way that Corbie's room was very blue and yellow. Wondering if they'd been in a whorehouse when she'd arrived was only part because she couldn't believe she or anyone else had a free room--only a brothel had so much tasteless flash.

She took a look around and smiled at Coby over her shoulder. "People keep making jokes like that to me, and I still don't get 'em."

[st_rummer]

"Barbie's a doll. Too tall, too skinny waist, huge tits, and way popular with little girls. They sell all kinds of clothes and accessories, including a car and house and... I don't even know. And pink's her signature color for a lot of that stuff. Teaches unrealistic expectations from a young age." He'd probably never be able to see tons of pink in one place, especially if it was frilly or flowery, or otherwise 'girly,' and not think of Barbie.

"The thing about Barbie, and her doll friends," he said, closing the door behind them and coming up to turn Corbie in his arms. "They are notoriously not anatomically correct."

[st_rikingblueeyes]

It was silly, but it was just the right amount of silly that it was funny instead of just downright stupid. Corbie couldn't help but giggle. "Nicely played," she acknowledged, arms easily slipping around his neck.

[st_rummer]

"I aim to please," Coby told her, leaning down for another kiss. He had all kinds of pleasing ideas too, and was ready to show her some of them. But there was something he should probably do first. His control was way better than it had been, but he could still only keep the wings stowed for so long when things got all hot and bothered.

"If you're a wizard, you've probably seen all kinds of weird shit, huh?"

[st_rikingblueeyes]

"Been more'n a wizard and seen more weird than most," Corbie assured him, one pale eyebrow arching upward. Playful rather than wary. "Why, should I get worried?"

[st_rummer]

More than a wizard, huh? That could be interesting. But he wasn't trying to draw this out or be all man of mystery here. "What about wings? Have you seen them before?"

[st_rikingblueeyes]

Corbie stopped trying to be clever then, face softening and eyes widening in curiosity and wonder. "No." Only ever in pictures.

[st_rummer]

"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!"

[st_rikingblueeyes]

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...?"

[st_rummer]

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."

[st_rikingblueeyes]

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."

[st_rummer]

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."

[st_rikingblueeyes]

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.

[st_rummer]

"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.

[st_rikingblueeyes]

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.

[st_rummer]

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.

[st_rikingblueeyes]

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.

[st_rummer]

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.

[st_rikingblueeyes]

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.

[st_rikingblueeyes]

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.

[st_rummer]

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.

[st_rikingblueeyes]

"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."

[st_rummer]

"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.

[st_rikingblueeyes]

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