flins sighs dramatically, trying to shield his face from the sudden onslaught of affection.
“ i cannot lie——i meant it in a ‘give me a warning before you do that’ way.. because it's a sensitive spot, as you clearly know. ”
“ rerir. ”
eyes narrow up at him, flicking his pout softly.
“ you can't just lick people out of the blue.. especially there. ”
“ i should really stop enabling this. ”
with a quiet hum, he brings rerir's face back up to his own, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
“ .. calling someone older than you ‘cute’ is rather brave of you. ”
“ you enjoy teasing me far too much, rerir. ”
shaking his head, his hands reach to start brushing through rerir's hair slowly. hopefully, the sinner doesn't notice how fast his heart is beating.
he sighs, dramatic, and uses the opportunity to try to cover himself up more; he is still half naked, after all.
“ i was referring to my ability to walk and run better than i hover and glide, not whatever perverted thing you thought .. ”
“ ... ”
for that remark, rerir gets a well placed bonk on top of his head. flins’ pointed ears twitch in slight embarrassment.
“ must you be such a pervert when i am educating you on the fae? ”
flins leans into the embrace, wings fluttering away.
“ wings have a variety of usage—flying, gliding, courtship, fighting, etc. i prefer not to use mine for much, since they're quite small and sensitive. my legs do a better job. ”
“ rerir. ”
a soft warning, the kisses drawing a stronger shiver along his spine, drawing a light flush onto his cheeks.
“ .. they can, but these things depend on the type of fae. a lantern fae does not need to use their wings. ”
“ they are not ideal for flying——for me, anyway. best i can do is a hover and glide. a smaller fae would have an easier time with it. ”
the touch draws a small shiver down his spine, wings lightly flapping.
the wing twitches & flutters in response, and flins tilts his head to watch rerir.
“ gentle, rerir. they're sensitive. ”
( slow, flins decides to turn himself to face noy entirely, maintaining their closeness. yellow eyes bright against the backdrop of moonlight. his flush darkens a shade, and since a fae cannot lie—— ) you always know exactly what to ˖
( wings flutter gentle against the fabric of noy's clothes. flins tilts his head, just enough to make their temples touch; ears twitching, heart fluttering, a smile on his lips. ) how nostalgic.. i am glad to have you here with me, noy.
( that brings an immediate pink to his cheeks, which travels up to his now twitching ears. sheepish, his attention turns back to the moon. * 🌀 ) .. you flatter me far too much, dear noy.