[ the feather grab provokes those wings to wrap around them again; unconsciously for the most part, but maybe it’s also to give Sungki access without tearing them apart again.
Hunter noses along the side of the others neck where he knows those burned marks lie and something about that makes him happy. The blood would wash away, the bruises would disappear, but for some reason Sungki wanted those to stay.
That an order?
Not that he’s going to wait for a response, really. Baby #2 is apparently impatient and he knows that he wouldn’t last much longer anyway. But claws scratch along the others hips and where he’s nuzzling, he presses a bite down first…following it with a languid lick when he can think a little straighter. ]
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Hunter noses along the side of the others neck where he knows those burned marks lie and something about that makes him happy. The blood would wash away, the bruises would disappear, but for some reason Sungki wanted those to stay.
That an order?
Not that he’s going to wait for a response, really. Baby #2 is apparently impatient and he knows that he wouldn’t last much longer anyway. But claws scratch along the others hips and where he’s nuzzling, he presses a bite down first…following it with a languid lick when he can think a little straighter. ]