[ There's not much he can make sense of right now, and like before he doesn't fight any rearranging or shifting—as long as they're still touching, as long as they're still one mess of red, pink, and purple. It's only when they're completely out of the onsen and he's flush against the ground, feathers bristling to shake the water off, does he realize just how far they've come.
Ahh he's still-they're still completely bare and now without even a layer of water between them. He tries to mumble something that starts out sounding embarrassed, but it's no use between how drunk he is from the venom and everything else. Instead he winds up making a high pitched sound that comes more from his core than his throat; he's always had little defense when it comes to his wings, let alone when he's vulnerable like this. They beat clumsily in response, entirely uncoordinated as he cycles between bursts of pleasure and the weight of sleep pressing down on him all at once. ]
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Ahh he's still-they're still completely bare and now without even a layer of water between them. He tries to mumble something that starts out sounding embarrassed, but it's no use between how drunk he is from the venom and everything else. Instead he winds up making a high pitched sound that comes more from his core than his throat; he's always had little defense when it comes to his wings, let alone when he's vulnerable like this. They beat clumsily in response, entirely uncoordinated as he cycles between bursts of pleasure and the weight of sleep pressing down on him all at once. ]