Can I touch them?
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This is based off a conversation me and Zed from @onestepbackwards had about @r0-boat beemas au.
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Cw : wing play. Reader is GN
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Being in the hive was a dream come true, yet despite how loving and accepting your mates are, you had one question.
Their wings seem sturdy yet fragile, could you touch them?
Their cellophane like wings always shine so brightly, casting beautiful colors when the light hits them just right.
Or how they flutter and buzz happily.
Your attention is always drawn to them, how they shine is always mesmerizing. None of the bee hybrids have noticed yet, only seeing their sweet royal and getting excited.
Currently you were walking with one of your drone mates, Jackie. The man was happily explaining the schedule of the day to you.
But your eyes couldn’t look away from his wings. Jackie was always a bit antsy or gets nervous easily, his wings would give it away, as when he gets nervous his wings twitch.
You walk behind him, eyeing the beautiful colors they make, when you decide what to do.
You speed up your steps a little, just to get right behind him as you carefully place a hand on his back, fingers gently caressing the base of his wings.
His reaction was instant, freezing, body quaking as he lets out an awfully loud whine. Clipboard hitting the ground with a clatter, as Jackie doubles over, kneeling on the ground, panting.
You nearly panic, fretting over the poor drone.
“Oh no! Jackie, sweetie are you okay!? Let’s get you up, can you stand?”
When you see his face though, your mouth snaps shut.
The bee hybrid’s face is completely flushed, eyes glossy and glazed with drool sliding down his chin. Your eyes trail lower, widening at the sight of the bulge pressing against his pants.
“Jackie?” You move you hand lower, trying to place it on his lower back to help him.
“W-wait-!! Mmph! Fuuu-!”
You jerk your hand back, looking at the downed drone with worry.
He’s heaving, breath coming out an harsh wheezes mingled with soft whines. His wings twitch sporadically as his body falls limp to the ground.
“I’m so sorry!”
You know what you’ve done, but you feel bad for making the poor thing drop like this.
Jackie, however, is loving every second! He had no idea his wings were so sensitive like that! And having you, his sweet royal touch them with such care, he wants more, he craves it.
He doesn’t even know if he can stand, or if he could face you with his likely messy face.
“M’fine! I-it’s…haah…just not feeling well, yeah!”
You pick up his clipboard, trying to hide your obvious staring. Licking your lips at seeing his poor green pants, with a large dark spot where his cock is straining against.
You look around the hallway, seeing that it’s just the two of you, though you’re not sure for how long.
Grabbing his arm, you softly shushing the whimpering drone.
“I got you, let’s get you to someplace you can rest.”
You barely manage to get the shaking man up, before the sound of footsteps echo.
A couple of other, worried looking drones appear, quickly taking Jackie from you and back to the rooms.
“Wait I should-“
“We are so sorry, Royal! But you’re running late, and the kings sent us as they were worried.”
“But Jackie-“
“He will be fine. Please, we are sorry, but come with us.”
Unbeknownst to you though, word got around quickly. All the drones, guards, and workers were beside themselves.
None of them ever thought their wings could be so sensitive! Though, most were jealous Jackie got to experience it from you first.
It took him all day to recover, mind reeling from your soft, warm touches on his delicate wings.
By the time you reached the kings, half the hive knew of what transpired.
However you sit with the kings, after Ingo’s worried scolding of course, the two stand beside you leaning down to point at what needs to be done today, and how to prepare yourself.
But you aren’t focused, not on the rules anyway.
Eyes flickering to the sets of wings, how Ingo’s wings move with him, much like his hands when he talks.
Or how Emmet’s wings give a small flap, buzzing softly in his excitement.
Loving how their glassy wings shimmer in the light.
After what happened with Jackie, you desperately want to touch their wings too! Wondering how they would react, are all their wings as sensitive? Or was it just Jackie?
“Dear?”
You look up to Ingo, meeting his concerned gaze.
“Are you alright?”
Emmet perks up at his brother’s words, leaning down to you.
“Can’t have our sweet royal unwell. Nope!”
They coo over your bashful face, not noticing your hand coming up, not until it was too late.
Emmet tenses, shuddering as you touch his wings. His eyes go wide, his breathing turning shaky feeling you gently rub his wings.
“I’m sorry! It’s just your wings are so pretty, I couldn’t look away.”
Emmet’s face blushing a bright green, his wings trembling at your gentle caresses.
He bites his lip, eyes fluttering back as he leans into you.
“D-darling that’s so-MM! O-oohhh I’m- gonna, fuuuuck!”
Emmet cries, hips humping into the air as a wet spot forms on his white pants. You’re just as surprised as you were with Jackie, but you can’t help but chuckle at the trembling king.
Emmet collapses to the ground, barely holding himself up with the table. He leans against you, pressing his shaky wings more into your hand.
“More! More! Please, again again, I need it!”
His smile quivers with a shriek, drool dripping down his chin. His cocks twitching at your laughter.
“I never thought you’d beg so prettily like this. Such a well behaved king.”
His nails drag across the table as his maw hangs open. His spit hanging and coating his chin and coat, but he doesn’t care! He just needs more, he needs it! Wants it!
A softer whimper catches your attention, making you look over to your other king, who’s pouting.
Ingo has his hands crossed in front of him, hiding his throbbing cocks from your view. His face bright green, and silver eyes refusing to meet yours. Hard from all his thoughts if you doing that to him! He wants your attention, your touch, it’s not fair!
“My royal…please?”
The older king flares his wings out a little, silently asking for you to touch him too. You smirk at his shy he so about it.
Emmet whimpers as your hand slows, nearly shocking you with how he throws himself back at him.
“No! No! M’sooo close! Please I want it, milk me!”
Both their antennae’s twitch, smelling the air and smelling just how aroused you are from seeing them fall apart like this.
You pat Emmet’s head, trying to sooth him before you focus on Ingo.
“Use your words, honeybee. What do you want.”
His face darkens, whimpering at your order.
“Please, please touch me. I want you to touch me too! I want you too…I-I’ll be good! I promise!”
You raise a hand, gesturing for him to sit by your legs, which he’s quick to do, nearly tripping as he does so. His back facing you while he sits at your feet, wings up and out for you to hold.
“Such good pets for me!”
You coo at your trembling lovers.
Ingo waits with baited breath for your touch, jumping once your hand slides from the base of his glossy wing down to the end, and back up again.
He can’t stop the squeal that rips from his throat, his back arching as he cries out from your touch.
You can’t help but smirk at having both of these large bee hybrids at your feet, both squirming and creaming their pants.
You’ve never has them this loud.
“Oh! Haaa! Royal! S-so good, so goodsogoodsogood-!” Ingo squeals, eyes squeezed shut. Body twisting and squirming.
Quickly growing addicted to the feeling.
“M-m‘sensitiiiive! Cumming! I’m cummiiiing!!” Emmet wails, painting his pants once again with his cum.
You tugging and caressing his wings is too much!
They want more! For this to never end!
And by the end of it all, the entire hive wants you to make them cum over and over again from their wings alone.