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All right.

[Atem leans back on his hands, propping himself up a little bit lazily, and turns his head and extends the other wing. He's looking at Ryou with clear, unabashed affection.]

It feels much better, now that it's dry.

[A quick flutter of the dry wing, then it's tucked back into place beside his face, just behind his bangs. All the feathers fall neatly into proper alignment, smooth and even.]

I'm glad I get to spend more time with you, too. It's not the same when you're asleep, no matter how cute your sleeping face is!

Edited 2021-11-16 03:58 (UTC)

Oh, stop that.

[Ryou chides, but his ears and tail are dead giveaways, perked and wagging. He doesn't read it as a compliment exactly, but when Atem calls him cute, especially when he's dozy, it doesn't really bother him.

To the point that, since he's finally devoid of a whole wolf snout, he leans in for a quick smooch. That's the one thing about his night form, the snout's no good for kissing, it's just good for nuzzling.

When he pulls back, he's wearing a smile.]

I'll get you set straight soon, don't worry. Wet feathers can't be any fun.

[If there's no interruption...he'll start working on the other wing.]

[Atem smooches him right back, wings curling forward. He's been wanting to smooch, an itch under his skin, since Ryou pulled him in by his waist and told him the thing that would drag him under in Ryslig most was losing Atem, and right now he's feeling cared-for and lazy, like a cat having its fur brushed out. The energy Ryou gets from the kiss is indolent and unrepentant.]

I'm sure you will.

[He re-extends the damp wing, and settles in for another couple of minutes of pleasant attention. Atem really would be purring, if he could...]

[If Ryou wasn't so thoroughly satisfied with drying and preening Atem's feathers already, he'd probably have abandoned it for the opportunity to make out with him. But...he's busy getting involved with the second headwing right now, already beginning to wipe the feathers off one layer at a time.

Besides which, he shouldn't he be aggravated with Atem over the AM thing? Or the dying thing?

...Hm, even as he thinks it, he finds himself too tired and too relieved to have Atem here to still be outwardly annoyed with him. Even inwardly...it was difficult. He cares about Atem far too much to linger on things that they might disagree on.]

If you ever need me to do this more often, I will. It's far simpler than grooming myself.

[Said by someone who is only drying the small feathers right now.]

I might.

[He's enjoying this so much. It's so nice, being in the hands of someone he trusts....it's helping the horror, the fear he did feel at the prospect of being caught by AM, the brief but agonizing pain of going up in flames, fade out of sight.]

The feathers...they don't feel, like skin does. It's like having a jacket on, all of the time...unless you really get in there.

And it's hard to reach the ones on my back...

I can only imagine. Curling them forward might make it easier to reach the flight feathers, maybe some secondaries...but where your wings connect...it's like me trying to run a brush through my mid-back.

[He speaks distractedly as he works through the layers of feathers, drying them. It's a little faster this time since he's had practice on the other headwing, but still careful.]

When you say "get in there", what do you mean. Like if...someone ruffles them? Pulls them? No one's been pulling your feathers, have they?

[There's an errant thought from the wolf inside that if they did, he'd like to bite them, very very hard.]

No, no! Not at all. I mean, touching them near the base of the feather, where they connect. Like you're doing.

[A pause. And then:]

If you'd like me to brush your back, all you have to do is ask.

Yes, well...it's still weird, isn't it?

[He finishes up the last layer, then smooths the towel down the back side of the wing to finish up before pulling away, satisfied.]

I mean, having someone brush out my fur shouldn't be weird, but I'm covered in it. Even like this...it's kind of like a fur shirt.

[It's weird. Asking Atem to brush out his day form fur is even weirder, because his face is more human like this!]

Mukuro taught me to shake it out, and that helps a little.

But...if you wanted to, I wouldn't mind. Even if it is weird.

[Fur shirt gets Ryou a heh heh!]

Not any weirder than brushing your hair. Or drying my feathers.

[He extends one large wing -- it really is big like this, as big as his fog form's bat-wings were.]

Should I lie down?

That depends wholly on if you want me to straddle you.

[Ryou is very much kidding, and it's pretty obvious that he is as he slides out of bed. Sometimes...just sometimes, he flirts and it almost sounds natural.

Being sleepy is it's own natural inhibition removal, evidently.]

...It's a good idea, though. Laying down I mean. But you'll need the whole bed, so there you are.

[Oh?? He knows Ryou tends to run his mouth when he's sleepy. But he's gotten bold!

Atem obliges, stretching out on his stomach, wings hovering over his back, still fluffed up. When Ryou chooses one to start on, it will stretch out for him, feathers spread as best he can manage. He props his chin on his hands, and shoots that flirtation back.]

Hm, you can do as you like, of course!

[His feet are crossed at the ankles, knees bent. It is terribly playful -- not meant to start anything, he knows there's a task to be done, but Ryou started to play, and Atem isn't going to shy away from it.]

[Ryou can't help himself as he watches Atem stretch out comfortably on his bed, feet crossed, head propped. He taps the wing he intends to work on, waits until Atem stretches it out...then moves behind it, on the backside of the massive feathers. Under the guise of observing she line of plumage and where it connects, he slides his hand along Atem's back, below the area where the wing joins.

Feathers are pushed gently aside as his fingers splay out, and he smiles softly to himself. If he wasn't busy...he'd be doing something else. If he wasn't tired, then they might be doing something more...athletic. But alas, Ryou's just window-shopping.]

I would if I could, you can trust me there. But your feathers need drying.

[Maybe later, is the unsaid promise there. He's interested to figure that out.

He moves away reluctantly, walks back around the outstretched wing, and sits on the ground just as he had on the bed. Atem now has a half-decent view of how he's sitting, legs folded beneath him and his wolf feet poking out from behind him, pads upward. ~~Very cute. Who decided Ryou should have pink paw pads?~~

Once he's comfy, he starts to dry from the innermost part of the wing, casually. These feathers are the shortest, but he can't get as close as he likes in this position. So he just takes his time.]

[Atem's feeling atrociously lazy, incredibly unbecoming of someone whose job it is to maintain right and good order. This isn't a side of him that comes out much! There's so much that has to be done, most of the time! But, as a nephilim, he has so much time to do things in...and, he's trusting Ryou that Ryou wants to be awake more than he wants to be fussed at in the name of sleep, even with the fog on its way in. So, he lets his back arch under the touch to the base of the wing with another quiet laugh -- laughing from how nice it feels, for the joy of it, and settles in as Ryou sits.

Atem leans his chin on one hand, drapes the other off the end of the bed, and lets his heart flutter pleasantly in his chest as he watches Ryou work. Heartbeats? Great. He loves being alive. This really is one of the most restful things Atem can imagine doing...he's going to be completely refreshed once this is over.]

This really is kind of you to do...

[He might be lazy and pleased by the attention, but he's not unappreciative.]

[Ryou like it when Atem laughs like that. Though to be fair, he enjoys anything that has to do with Atem relaxing, because Atem is not the type. It's a real victory anytime that Ryou can get him to chill out.

He moves carefully, taking a little extra time to do the backsides of the feathers as he goes, because he can't really dry them the same way as he did the headwings once he gets to the feathers that are a couple feet long. Better to alter the process early!]

If it helps and it makes you happy, then that's all that matters to me, Atem. You know I'd do whatever you need, but I'd also do whatever you like!

[He pokes his head out from under the wing and offers the nephilim a smile and a wink. The implication that he loves him is so strong that Ryou doesn't even need to say it, but--]

Because I love you.

[Even when you stress him the fuck out, sir. Even then, he loves you.]

I love you, too.

[The wing Ryou's working on curls around him a moment, like a big, imprecise hug. It might muss his hair a little. Atem's motor control is next-level, miraculous even, but this wing's not built for hugs. What is miraculous is that it doesn't knock Ryou over.]

[It doesn't knock Ryou over, but it does in fact muss his hair in front of his eyes, which he proceeds to shake out like a dog. His ears even audibly slap at the sides of his head while he does it. But, it does sort out his hair problem a little.

What doesn't fall back into place is gently brushed through with his fingers before he continues working.]

Your wings are very comfortable you know. Perhaps not in this position, but...I like the way they feel when they wrap around me.

Mind the hair a bit though.

[The last sentence is said with no small amount of bemusement, before Ryou gets back to work. There's a slight tug as he dries out some of Atem's longer feathers, near the inner part of the wing. He hopes it doesn't hurt...]

[He's not sorry about the hair; that was adorable. But, if there's a better way to do this...]

...is there a position that'd be more comfortable for -- unh. ...for you?

[No, it didn't pull hard enough to hurt. The big ones are pretty durable, attached very firmly -- it'd take a lot more force to do much damage. It's just a very unusual feeling. Surprising. New. The kind of thing you don't allow anyone to do, unless you trust them. It feels a little bit like a tug at hair, where if it's harder, it would be awful, but if it's just a little...you make a little sound like that, open-mouthed because you're relaxed and you're in the middle of a sentence, and then finish your thought, because that comes before processing how you feel about it.]

Not...right now, no. Maybe once I'm done with both wings.

[Ryou noticed the sound. He's a little curious about it, and decides to press his luck once he's worked through the bottom row, running the towel over the next set and pulling in much the same way against one of those feathers.

He can't really be faulted, can he? If Atem asks him to stop, then it must have hurt. But if not, then...it'll be filed away for later.

...Perhaps understandably, Ryou doesn't want to keep away from Atem all the time just because he's covered in fur and Atem's got the huge fuck-off wings.]

Once this is done though...

[He pauses, feeling a little dumb for saying this. Dumb, selfish, ridiculous...many things, honestly.]

...Hold me? I miss sleeping together, s-so if I could just hold you close, that would be enough for me.

[Ryou wishes Atem did sleep, so that he could wrap his arms around his nephilim boyfriend and stop him from doing anything else that could bring him harm.]

Hh.

[Ryou is doing it on purpose. For a moment, Atem's eyes lose focus, and the wing he's holding out for Ryou twitches. Really, living bodies...it feels so nice to have one back, but it can be so troublesome...!

He doesn't mention it, though. The rest of what Ryou is saying is too important.]

O-of course!

Actually....I miss sleeping together, too. Being able to be awake all the time is very convenient! But it was nice to fall asleep with you, and wake up together at night.

[He really never thought he'd miss something like sleep.]

[Ryou eases off, smiling to himself a little as Atem makes that noise...and then again when he speaks, because it seemed mildly distracted. So he goes back to drying feathers as they speak, and not pulling so hard.]

Well, at least you don't need me to warm you up anymore! Not for a while longer.

[Ryou bites back a yawn as he says that. Talking about sleep is making him sleepier, and the repetitive motion of drying Atem's wings is tiring his arms out. He knew this was going to happen, but he's also not going to give up on it.]

The sun...it must be nice to spend time in it. I thought that since I have a daytime form, I might be able to shift my sleep schedule and see the light, but as soon as the sun hits and I transform, it's like...I don't know, letting the air out of a balloon.

[He shifts to the top row of feathers at last, stretching upward. Then he gives the towel a feel, decides it's too wet to be of any use, and moves on to a fresh one before shifting to another area of wing and starting the process over again.]

[Hmmmm, fresh towel nice. Atem's eyes fall half-closed again.]

You'd have to nap, in your day form...and there's so few daytime hours this time of year...

[He knows what it's like to miss spending time in the sun. He got to have so much of it, as a naga...it's harder as a nephilim, this time of year, but at least Atem's always awake for it.]

Should I wake you up a little before sunset?

[Ryou's hands pause in their work. And it's for a long moment after Atem says that. It's very kind of him to offer so that Ryou can get some (likely very needed) vitamin D, but that's not the only reason why Ryou's tickled over it.]

You...want to watch the sun set with me?

[Be still his beating heart. Why is he such a romantic? Atem probably didn't even mean it that way and here he is getting all flustered about it.]

[For a moment, Atem's not certain he hasn't said something wrong, hasn't overstepped. But he can't think of a possible reason why this would be upsetting to--

--oh. Oh, that's why.]

....yes, I do.

[No, he hadn't gone into this planning for it to be a romantic thing, but it did sound nice, getting to be in the sun together for a while. He wasn't going to wake Ryou up and ditch him, that's for sure. So -- yes. Yes, they'll watch the sun set.]

O-okay. H-haha, that's...yes, I would like to do that.

[Tail wagging? Tail wagging. Ryou can't help it, and he's got no illusions about whether Atem can see it. He's not even embarrassed, he's just happy. Sometimes, it's the small things that mean a lot to him.

He gets back to drying, even though all he really wants right now is to take a break and kiss Atem, to show him how happy he is over something like watching a sunset together. The tail wagging will have to do though, because he's still got a whole wing and a half to go.]

[The dry part of the wing curls around Ryou again, this time around his shoulders, avoiding his hair. He kind of wants to use it to pull Ryou in, to forget about this whole wing-drying thing and bring Ryou back to bed, letting the other wing fend for itself...]

Then it's a date! Tonight.

[Are you sure you don't want to take a break, Ryou? The wing is nudging him just a little towards Atem, nothing forceful, just a suggestion that Ryou wouldn't be unwelcome if he decided the place to be was bed instead of floor.]

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