[The groan vibrates through both of them, as closely as they're linked right now, skin and mouths and fangs and everything else -- at some point Anon's hair has tumbled mostly out of his towel, too, and there's long unruly loops of pink falling into the water and over his shoulders and between them, soft and soaking in the pool and steam. This onsen has really seen better days at this point, but there's no thought to spare for any of that.

There's no thought at all just yet. He makes a needy noise back that's cut off when the wings appear, buffeting them both a little bit despite their motion being restricted by the water. Despite everything Anon nearly loses his grip, or loses track of where he is in the sudden rush of water and feathers and everything else, the world blurring completely for a moment.

He manages to grab a breath, two, and things come back into focus. There's a vague thought that they've been here for a long time, but he doesn't want to let go of Natsuno at all, especially now. He wants to touch those wings, he wants their cool wind back, he wants to be touched and it all threatens to knock his awareness back away and spinning again. But. But, he manages to shift them both to the edge of the onsen somehow, even as he winds himself ever tighter into their mutual mess. From there, he can drag himself out of the water without ever letting go at all.

He's disoriented but luckily his brute strength still isn't, they haven't quite reached the limits of that yet, and even with the weight of the water and the muzziness of everything he can take Natsuno with him. The slightly cooler air somehow helps.

And he can reach those wings now, freed as they are from the onsen. That might have been his real goal in all of this.]