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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.]

I look forward to it!

[Ryou definitely wants to take a break, but he hates to leave a job half finished. So although Atem's nudging him, he continues to work on the one wing. Though...he doesn't fully ignore him.]

Mmm. I think one wing is going to be all I can do...sorry, maybe next time, I can get started earlier. I don't mean to leave things undone, but...

[But he's sleepy, and he wants to crawl in bed and cuddle. Half a wing. He can do this. He can do this! If he picks up the pace, he can get it done in a few minutes...surely!]

That's all right. This feels nice, but whatever's not finished will dry on its own, don't worry!

[Ryou's doing this because it's something Ryou wants to do, and while it does feel nice, and Atem's discovering he likes being taken care of like this, he's more than capable of leaving the other wing fluffed until the air does its job.

If Ryou's sleeping instinct happens to overpower his grooming one, that's completely fine. Atem's not even a cold-blooded monster type anymore. The blankets are warm already. Feathers tickle around Ryou's shoulders. Ryou. Ryou. Come to bed. Come on.]

[He does try, to his credit. Ryou gets through another fourth of the wing before he starts nodding off where he's sitting. The only thing that keeps him from falling asleep where he is would be the feathers tickling at him. Poking him, silently trying to convince him that it's bedtime.

He makes a grouchy noise, but still gets to his feet after dropping the towel. He doesn't even care what clothes he's wearing at this point, he just slips into bed, worming his way under the sheets.]

Gah, fine...fine, you win.

[He sounds grumpy, but he nevertheless shifts as close to Atem as he can get. Judging by how fervently he burrows against Atem's side, he is definitely not upset to be here at all.

The wolf in him is just affronted that he didn't finish.]

Heh heh.

[Arms are waiting for him, wrapping around Ryou and pulling him in, fingers sinking into the hair at the back of his head and stroking it. Atem hums happily; if he can get away with it, he's going to tuck Ryou's head under his chin.]

It'll be dry by evening. And I'll wake you up...with plenty of time to watch the sun.

[There's also going to be breakfast. He doesn't sleep. He has time to get that ready. It might not be as nice as what Ryou makes, but there will be meat, and pastries, and something hot and sweet to drink since they'll probably be outside and the temperature drops fast. This became a date real quick.]

[Ryou wraps an arm loosely around Atem, enjoying his ambient warmth even though between the two of them, he runs hotter right now. That's just how it is when you're an active werewolf. And he is very alright with Atem's head resting in his hair, one ear flattened down to accommodate the position.]

Mmm...I can't wait. Sounds...really nice...

[He smiles, and his tail thumps gently against the bed in a slow rhythm as he begins to doze off, only stilling when he's completely asleep. It doesn't take long, because, uh. He really does get tired once he transforms, and he'd already been holding it off out of concern for Atem's wellbeing, given his absence.

It's only natural that he'd be out like a light within minutes.]

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