Rykah hummed distractedly, seemingly enveloped in his work, his wings seeming to shield off everything else as his tail flicked the way a lion's does when it's about to pounce.
Glenn smiled softly at Rykah for a second before he mentally slapped himself and got working. He stowed the leftover pizza in the fridge, washed his and Rkah's plates, and- once he'd decided Rykah wasn't going to be done for a while- set about reorganizing his pantry.
Rykah kept at it for a good half an hour, before finally coming out of it. "I think I have something" he said.
(Imagine a combo of the three, "death" to the bottom the "world" in the middle surrounded by contrasting starts, and the dove from "life" up in the top left facing "death" all in color)
Glenn perked up, walking over to Rykah and gasping when he saw the drawing. "It's beautiful," He said softly, reaching out to run his hand over it but pulling back at the last moment, trying not to mess up the drawing. "I… um… I really like it."
Rykah smiled brightly when he saw that the other liked it. "So, we good to put this on your wall?"
(went to eat dinner! sorry for the wait.)
Glenn nodded enthusiastically, pulling Rykah into an enthusiastic side hug out of enthusiasm. "Absolutely! We were going to move my stuff out of the way, right? Should we get started on that?"
Rykah blinked in surprise as he was hugged, grinning widely at the contact even though his left wing was being squished and feathers displaced.
Glenn lingered in the hug for a few seconds before he noticed he was crushing Rykah's wing. He quickly pulled away, wincing at the ruffled feathers. "I'm sorry! I didn't realize I was messing up your wing!"
Rykah shrugged, running a finger through it, setting most of them back in the general area of where they were supposed to be. "It's alright!" he said, "I was planning on cleanning them later anyway…"
Glenn looked at Rykah's wings with interest. He'd never known anyone with wings before, and they seemed kind of interesting. "Um… can I touch your wing? Like… pet the feathers and stuff?"
Rykah tilted his head to the side, but nodded carefully, glad that the other had asked first.
Glenn's eyes lit up and he turned to face the wing, carefully stroking the red-silver feathers. They were surprisingly soft and much bigger than he'd originally thought, probably because Rykah didn't have room to extend them in the close quarters of his kitchen.
Rykah's ears twitched as the other stroked his feathers, his eyes locked on the other's hand, unused to having his wings touched, at all.
Glenn found himself half entranced by the wing for a few minutes, carefully combing his fingers through them over and over. "How do you groom these?" he asked absentmindedly, watching as it made tiny movements under his hands.
"A lot of time and care" replied Rykah softly, his eyes still locked on the others hand.
Glenn laughed, looking up to catch Rykah's gaze and realizing he was staring at Glenn's hand. "Um… am I making you uncomfortable? I can stop if you want!"
"Uhm.. just not used to anyone touching my wings…" said Rykah softly, "They can be sensitive in some spots…"
"Oh," Glenn replied, not sure what to do with the information. One one hand, it was a little scary for Rykah to put all this trust in him, but on the other it was… sweet. Rykah clearly thought he was important if he was allowed to do this. He returned to stroking his hands through the feathers, a light blush staining his cheeks. "Thank you. For letting me do this."
Rykah let him, still watching his strokes quietly though less intensely.
It was kind of calming, just working his way through all these feathers. Glenn slowly worked his way closer to where Rykah's wings met his body, a little curious about what it would look like. Were they just stuck on? Did they blend into the rest of his back seamlessly?
Rykah eventually gave up watching him, his focus still on the other's fingers as he neared the more sensitive areas of his wings, particularly the area between his wings, where feathers blended into skin.
Glenn watched as the feathers got softer and fluffier near where the wings melded into the smooth skin of Rykah's back. Guess that answered one of his questions. He traced a finger down the place where feathers turned to skin, watching carefully for a negative reaction.
Rykah shivered at the touch, barely containing a moan.
Glenn could feel his face burning as he realized that this was some kind of a turn on for Rykah. Still, he seemed more than willing to keep doing… whatever this was. So Glenn dragged his hand down the line again, carefully placing a tiny kiss near the top of his shoulder.
Rykah barely held back another moan, glad he was facing the counter as he gripped it, his feathers fluffing out a little.
Glenn trailed kisses down the skin, trying not to laugh when the small feathers tickled his lips.
Rykah couldnt help moaning softly, shivering again at the sensation.
Glenn smirked at the reaction, continuing to run his hands over the skin. He leaned forward to pepper kisses down Rykah's neck.
Rykah's wings quivered and his ears were back, but not flattened. His tail twitched as another moan escaped his lips.
Glenn hummed happily, nuzzling the hollow behind Rykah's ear before he leaned forward a little farther and pressed a soft kiss to his lips.
