[ His wings give another shiver at Sam's fingertips just barely stroking them before Friday pushes his fingers through Sam's hair and makes him face upwards at him. He then leans down slowly to kiss Sam, taking his time to languidly explore the inside of his mouth while he rocks forwards, grinding their hips together.
A groan spills into the kiss as Friday grows harder against his stomach, his wings closing around Sam's cheeks as he silently encourages him to keep touching. ]
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A groan spills into the kiss as Friday grows harder against his stomach, his wings closing around Sam's cheeks as he silently encourages him to keep touching. ]