WAITTTTTTT feathered/winged greed in desperate need of preening and a very willing ling helping him out
“I thought angels were the ones with the big, fluffy wings– not demons.”
“Yeah, you’d be surprised how much the lore in your little spellbooks gets wrong.”
“They’re hardly ‘little spellbooks,’” Ling scoffs behind Greed, but there’s no real heat in his voice. They’re bickering just to bicker, as usual. “They’re ancient, sacred tomes, bound in ages old leather, stolen by me from my father’s personal library, and-”
“Yeah, yeah,” Greed yawns, propping his chin up on one hand and waving the other dismissively. “This isn’t Supernatural. You aren’t just scrolling through forums. I know. Can you just help me out already?”
Ling huffs, and in his mind’s eye, Greed can envision Ling rolling his ink-dark eyes, even as he finally reaches out to smooth his fingers over Greed’s wings.
The first touch is delicate, like the brush of fingertips against a rose’s petals– like Ling is handling something fragile and beautiful. Milky-pale skin meets obsidian-black feathers, and Greed’s breath catches in his throat, unused to the intimacy of anyone touching his wings– as if he isn’t the one who suggested it.
“Oh,” Ling breathes gently behind him, and Greed feels his heart flutter at the low, sweet tone of his voice, at the care with which Ling handles his wings. “They’re so… soft?”
Heat simmers just beneath the skin of Greed’s cheeks, no doubt turning his features a rosy-pink, as Ling runs his fingertips over downy feathers with wonder. At the same time, warmth blooms in Greed’s lower abdomen, and he feels flustered as he wills his body to calm down.
“Just… help me preen? Please?”
Ling laughs, a chiming sound, like the tinkling of bells, and smiles in the corner of Greed’s vision. “Okay, okay.”
Greed’s heart pounds in his chest as Ling cards his fingers through his wings, plucking out stray feathers and smoothing down rough patches. He’s methodical in the way that he works, and Greed easily falls into a steady calm under Ling’s touch and care, like he’s being lulled to sleep, until Ling speaks up again.
“Did you really watch Supernatural?”