I was trying to adapt a style far removed from the fitted and tailored clothes I normally wear, and they are rather sensitive, yes...Stroking them, rubbing them is analogous to sliding your fingers over your– 

[ His eyes dip downwards before he rocks himself over Sam's lap, pointedly grinding against his crotch to make it rather obvious what he means. His wings then spread out encouragingly as he guides Sam's hands near the delicate joints and tendons that connect them to his head, moaning softly at the touch. ]

Softly. Carefully. Please tell me where you would like to be touched in return.