Fancying Foxes

It wasn't as if Crosshair had not seen him in worse states. But it was more an aftereffect of how he had gotten the wings in the first place, they flickered lightly at the thought, the scarring twinging, still stressed from the usage of the day.

“Tech.”Crosshair sighed, his voice equal parts irritated as it was comforting. “I know it's uncomfortable, just come here and let me help.” He looked earnest. Tech signed and let himself be pulled towards the request.

Crosshair's hands pawed at Tech’s shirt, one specially made to tie up the side so his wings would fit in a large hole in the back, but Tech paused them.

“I have…severe scarring.” Tech said quietly.

“I guessed, from how you hold your wings sometimes.”

“ Do not be upset.”

Crosshair huffed, “I killed that fucker and I'm upset everyday I don't get to do it again.”

Tech lips twitched up, “I know…but this is me. It cannot be changed. So I want to move on.”

“ Then come back to Pabu-”

“You see how they look at me Crosshair, I'm a spectacle. It is…exhausting, if I'm being frank.”

“If you're there long enough they'll get over it. The kid misses you.”

“Hmm.” Tech replied, but lowered his hands to let Crosshair start at the ties. It took no time at all for the shirt to be tossed to the side, Tech's wings stretching out as much as they could in the space on instinct alone. The orange tips of them hit the edge of the walls on either side of the ship.

“Well I see why'd they’d stare.” Crosshair said, his voice a bit high. Tech rolled his eyes, folded his wings again to turn his back on display.

Crosshair's voice was grave, “I should have taken my time with that bastard.”

Tech hummed but did reply otherwise, suddenly nervous. But the feeling didn't last for long as fingers slid up the scarring and into the base of his wings. He felt flush, the heat pooling in his gut like a gunshot and he groaned. Loudly. His wings beating hard once, the pain of them hitting the cabinets made the feeling recede a bit. Tech panted, his hand had reached out the grab at a railing by the bed, anything to keep him on his feet.

It was silent besides the rain.

“I-” Tech fumbled the words, his face flushed. He cleared his throat. “I apologize.”

“Did that hurt?” Crosshair's voice sounded shocked.

Tech swallowed, “No. Quite the opposite.”

“Oh?” Crosshair's voice was curious now, and that was never a good thing.

“Crosshair-” Tech warning turned into a gasp as Crosshair thumbs ran over the very base of both wings, gently. Too soft. Not enough but overwhelming all at once. Tech buried a grunt into his elbow, his head bowed.

“Mmm.” Crosshair purred, pulling firmly at them again before running his fingers roughly through the feathers.

Tech whimpered and Crosshair was pulling at him until he let go of the rail. Sliding down to sit between Crosshair’s open legs, he grunted as a tongue licked roughly over his neck and hands stroked harshly over his wings. Tech's hands found Crosshair’s thighs and grabbed hard at the meat of them, groaning loudly. Tongue turned into teeth, biting hard into Tech's neck suddenly, while Crosshair's thumbs rubbed tight circles at the base of Tech's wings.

Tech gasped out what could have been Crosshair's name, his wings slapped out hard, arching up and outward as he came with a sharp sound. He slumped backwards in Crosshair’s chest with a sigh, panting open-mouthed, his wings laid out limply over the sheets. A gravely voice chuckled into his ear.

“Maybe I should stay here with you, just to see what else they can do.” A finger ran gently over the top of a wing and Tech trembled at the feeling.

Maybe they weren't so bad. In the scheme of it all.