preening and grooming your lover's wings. sfw, gn!reader, tiny pinch of angst
✩　featuring: argus
“Don’t…” he let out a raspy sigh as he buried his face in one of his hands. “Not right now, darling.”
He closed his eyes when you heeded his words, and somehow he regretted it the moment he sensed you walking right past him but–
“Hey, what are you—” He tried to look back at you, only to see you sitting comfortably behind him as your hands ghosted over the base of his wings, sending a shiver down his spine.
You quietly leaned closer to his ear, your voice soft and gentle—a stark contrast to what was going on in his head. “What’s troubling you, dear?”
He shook his head. “Nothing...” He answered almost instantly. But he quietly wished you would brush his wings already and as if you read his plea, you did, and it made him breathe out a heavy sigh—one he didn’t know he had been holding in.
“You might think you’ve gone astray, but didn’t you find your way to me?” you murmured quietly, in a tone familiar like that of a mother’s voice in a nostalgic childhood memory. Your fingers slowly climbed through his feathers, picking out the loose ones, untangling the tangled, and sneaking in a kiss on his back. “Silly… whatever happens, we’ll go through it, remember?”
You're right. He thought. Then he nodded, closing his eyes as he let you continue massaging his wings. His feathers felt a little rough under your fingertips, those certain areas he couldn’t quite groom himself. But once your fingers buried into those spots, your gentle squeezing and plucking made him unconsciously lean closer to you, stifling a soft moan of relief as his wings slightly flexed.
He opened his eyes, and within a split second, he swiftly scooped you up. You yelped as he laid you on his lap, your back against his chest. He buried his nose to your neck, “Love you,” he whispered with a soft kiss. “So, so much.”
And you chuckled, a soft smile stretching across your face. “I love you too.”
