Part 1

  – Let’s say… more than excitement – Raphael muttered, his voice barely above a whisper, a flush creeping up his neck, betraying the vulnerability he tried to hide.

  Kael's lips curled into a knowing smile, slow and deliberate.– Ah – he said softly – so the wings appear when you're… aroused.He drew the word out, tasting it with subtle amusement, as if savoring its texture. His eyes lingered briefly on the wings—newly unfurled, delicate yet commanding—before flicking back to Raphael’s blushing face. The realization settled in his gaze like a quiet spark.

  – Ok. Now it's awkward. When I stay in front of you with them showed – Raphael said, rubbing the back of his neck. His voice was tense with embarrassment, eyes darting away in search of somewhere to look that wasn’t Kael.

  Kael’s smile softened, shifting into something gentler, more reassuring. He stepped closer with quiet grace, extending his hand again.– It’s not awkward – he said quietly, his fingers grazing the feathers with a reverence that sent an unexpected jolt of sensation down Raphael’s spine.– I think it’s beautiful.His voice dropped to a near-whisper, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around them like a hush before a storm.

  – Yeah. But you might think something. If they show when I’m aroused and they showed now in front of you… – Raphael’s words came faster now, as if he could outrun the implication. Then, to himself, a muttered plea – Raphael, just stop talking, before you’ll embarrass yourself completely.

  The blush deepened, blooming across his cheeks like wildfire.

  Kael’s gaze changed again—darkened, thick with understanding and a sudden, quiet hunger.– I think – he said, voice low and husky – that it means you’re aroused right now.He leaned in, closing the distance between them with an unspoken pull, his breath brushing Raphael’s ear.– And I think that’s incredibly sexy.

  Raphael froze, heat rushing through him like a wave, his body reacting faster than thought.

  Kael’s lips curved into a tender smile at the sight of his flushed face. He leaned in further and pressed a soft kiss to Raphael’s cheek—barely there, but achingly present—his fingers still gliding along the feathers, slower now, almost worshipful.– I want to see them more – he murmured against Raphael’s skin – I want to see you like this more often.

  – I don’t know what to say – Raphael admitted, his voice shaky, chest rising and falling just a little quicker.

  – You don’t have to say anything – Kael whispered, his thumb brushing a spot near the base of the wing. The reaction was immediate—Raphael’s breath hitched, his body shivering under the touch.– Just… let me admire them. Let me admire you like this.There was a quiet awe in his voice, but also something deeper—desire held on a tight leash.

  Raphael stood still, overwhelmed. The sensation of Kael’s touch, the tension coiling in his stomach, the way his wings pulsed under every caress—it was almost too much.

  Kael must have sensed it, because he shifted just slightly, letting the moment breathe.– Do they… hurt when they’re out? – he asked gently, his voice dipping back into something soft, almost careful. He traced the curve of one wing as if it were something sacred. – They look so delicate, but strong at the same time.

  – It did hurt the first time when they appeared – Raphael answered quietly. – Now it’s not.His eyes fluttered closed for a moment as Kael’s hand moved again.– I can feel your touch. And… it’s really pleasant feeling.

  Kael’s brows lifted subtly at that. He paused, just for a beat, then continued—this time slower, more deliberate.– Pleasant? – he repeated, voice almost teasing, though the smile that followed was tender.

  His fingers began to trace deliberate patterns now, brushing between feathers in a way that made Raphael tremble from the inside out. The air around them seemed thicker.

  – You do it on purpose – Raphael whispered, a breath caught between protest and surrender.

  Kael chuckled, the sound low, intimate, and ced with amusement.– Maybe – he admitted, his fingers gliding purposefully to a spot near the base of Raphael’s wing—one he now knew to be especially sensitive. As he brushed across it with the lightest pressure, Raphael’s body tensed and shivered in response. Kael’s smile shifted, turning mischievous, electric.– Is this what you mean by pleasant?

  – Definitely – Raphael breathed, voice almost inaudible. A second passed, and then even softer – Don’t stop.

  Kael caught the whispered plea, and something in it made his expression soften and darken all at once. He leaned in until their bodies were nearly touching, his breath brushing against Raphael’s temple. His other hand came up, cupping the wing gently at its base, fingers steadying the trembling limb as he resumed his careful exploration. Each touch was deliberate—a dance between curiosity and reverence. He traced swirling patterns across the feathers, pausing to press down lightly on the most reactive pces, watching closely for every shiver that passed through Raphael’s body.

  A warm wave spread through Raphael’s chest, curling outward. It wasn’t just the physical sensation—it was the intimacy of being seen, of being touched in a way that felt careful, focused, utterly attuned to him.

  Kael noticed the way Raphael’s breath hitched and his eyes fluttered, and his voice dropped to a murmur.– You like that?

  His fingers kept moving, soft and slow, revisiting spots that drew the strongest reactions, learning the map of Raphael’s wings with a kind of fascinated patience.

  – Yes – Raphael whispered, the answer slipping free like a confession.

  Kael smiled again, not with mischief this time, but with something more tender.– And what if I do this?He adjusted the angle of his touch, pressing more firmly on that same sensitive spot near the base of the wing.

  Raphael gasped, the sound soft but unmistakable. His back arched slightly, as a more intense sensation rolled through him—bright, overwhelming, but not too much. A wave of pleasure that wrapped around his senses, pulling him deeper into the moment.

  – Does that feel good? – Kael asked, his voice quiet and reverent.

  – Mmmmm… – was all Raphael managed, the sound escaping before he could think to hold it back.

  Kael drew in a breath, his own pulse quickening at the sound. His fingers returned to that sweet spot, lingering now, repeating the same motion with increasing focus and care.– Fuck – he whispered – you’re so sensitive…

  His free hand drifted lower, brushing the inside curve of the wing with a feather-light stroke, as if committing every part of it to memory.– Are all fae like this?

  – Fae?? – Raphael echoed, blinking through the haze.

  – Fae – Kael repeated, with a soft smile and a spark of awe. His fingers never stopped moving, though they softened again to gentle strokes. – You know, fairies. The mythical creatures with delicate wings and magical abilities.

  He leaned back just enough to see Raphael’s face, his eyes full of a curious mix of desire and wonder.– You’re a fucking fairy, aren’t you?

  Raphael let out a breath, his gaze lowering briefly as if the word carried unexpected weight.– Never thought of it that way – he murmured. – I thought wings would be different.Then, with a small half-smile – Maybe we should test this theory… but ter…

  Kael’s expression shifted again, his eyes darkening with interest.– Later – he echoed, voice like a promise. His fingers continued their unhurried movements, now slower, more intimate.

  He leaned in, lips brushing against Raphael’s in a kiss so soft it almost didn’t register as a kiss at all.– For now… – he whispered against his mouth – let me keep doing this.

  – Yes, please – Raphael breathed, the words full of surrender, trust, and anticipation.

  Kael's grin deepened, but there was warmth behind it, a sense of care threading through his intensity. He drew Raphael closer, holding him gently as his lips met his again in a deeper kiss—still unhurried, still tender. His hands remained at the wings, his touch rhythmic and steady, each motion sending another warm ripple through Raphael’s body.

  – Yes – Raphael whispered, his voice breathy, full of anticipation.

  – More? – Kael murmured against his lips, barely giving him time to breathe. His fingers, with unerring precision, slid once again to that maddeningly sensitive spot near the base of Raphael’s wing. He pressed down, slow and steady, holding the pressure just long enough to draw out another trembling response. Then, like a teasing whisper, his fingers drifted along the inside curve of the wing, tracing every dip and contour with reverent intent.– Does this feel good?

  – Mhmmm... – Raphael exhaled, his eyes fluttering closed. He could feel his manhood stirring again, responding instinctively to every stroke. The tension coiled low in his belly, a warm pulse that grew heavier with each breath.

  Kael felt the change in Raphael’s body—how it leaned in, how it pressed against him—and a slow, knowing smirk curved his lips.– Already getting excited again, huh? – he teased, voice quiet but heavy with heat. His fingers kept their slow torment, dragging soft patterns through the feathers. Then he shifted his body just enough to press his own growing arousal against Raphael’s, a deliberate motion that made the friction between them all the more tangible.

  – My wings are already up – Raphael said with a hint of pyful defiance, but his tone betrayed the pleasure simmering beneath.

  Kael’s gaze dropped, locking onto the wings that fluttered in clear, eager response. His eyes darkened, pupils diting with desire. He leaned in, voice brushing against Raphael’s skin like velvet.– I can see that.His fingers slid along one of the thin, sensitive veins that ran under the surface of the wing, following its path as if memorizing it. Every motion made the wings tremble with pleasure, their faint shimmer deepening in hue.

  – It feels so nice – Raphael murmured, his voice a fragile thing carried on the edge of breath.

  – Does it? – Kael asked again, almost more to himself than to Raphael. His concentration was absolute. He moved with a precision that felt instinctual, attuned completely to every subtle movement, every twitch, every change in breath. His hands explored each delicate line and edge of the wings, coaxing responses like music from an instrument.

  – Your touch is so amazing – Raphael admitted, trembling beneath every gentle caress.

  – You like that? – Kael murmured, his voice velvet-dark. His fingers paused only briefly, as if to let the moment hang between them, before returning to their quiet dance. Beneath his touch, the muscles of Raphael’s wings quivered—sensitive, alive, exquisitely reactive. Kael watched with fascination, then let his gaze drift lower, where the wings stretched wide in the dim light, catching every flicker like living silk. The sight stirred something in him—something wild and reverent all at once.

  – I'm afraid it’s now quite visible – Raphael murmured, a thread of embarrassment in his tone. His cheeks flushed deeper, but he didn’t move away.

  – Mmm… exactly as I thought – Kael murmured, his smirk returning. His hands kept moving, as if they had a mind of their own.– Your wings are glowing brighter and more transparent – fuck, they're practically translucent now...One fingertip traced a path along a trembling spot near the base of the wing, and Raphael’s body answered before he could think, the wings pulsing with shimmer and heat.

  Raphael’s breath caught. The building pressure in his pants was becoming unbearable, straining hard and hot. It was no longer something he could ignore.

  Kael’s gaze dropped, taking it in with clear, unapologetic interest. A wicked grin pyed across his lips.– Someone’s really enjoying this – he said with a low, teasing ugh. His fingers didn’t stop—they pressed, circled, teased, danced. He leaned in again, brushing his lips over Raphael’s, not quite kissing, just grazing.– I want to see it.

  – See what? – Raphael asked, his voice light with mock innocence, though the fire in his eyes betrayed the game.

  – Don’t py coy with me – Kael chuckled, his breath hot and quick. – I want to see what’s making that impressive tent in your pants.He paused, fingers stilled on the wings just for a moment, drawing Raphael’s focus back to the tension building inside him. His gaze held Raphael’s, steady, intent.– Let me see it.

  – And what will I get? – Raphael asked, his voice low and ced with challenge.

  – Whatever you want... – Kael replied, voice rich with promise. His smile curved slow and dangerous. – Maybe my mouth on those sensitive spots I’ve been teasing...He traced a featherlight pattern across the wing, a slow, deliberate tease.– Or my hands exploring every inch of your body... all night long...His tone dipped lower, roughened with desire, every word a heat-soaked whisper against Raphael’s skin.

  – Sounds perfect – Raphael breathed, his voice warm with pleasure and hunger.

  Kael’s smirk widened, feral and satisfied.– Then show me – he said softly, fingers once again moving across the wings with practiced sensuality.