[He was sorely tempted to drag it out further. He even tries to hold out a little longer, hands splaying and teasing over the other's plating. But it's the wings that undo him. The difference in sharp touch and gentle. He writhes, all right, whole body jerking and twisting, while he bites down on his own lip to stifle the sounds that threaten to come ripping out of him.]
[Only sharp, increasingly desperate little gasps escape him instead. His wings shiver, spreading wider without his conscious effort, and allowing the teeth and tongue better access to the joints between the panes.]
[Everything is hot, with a feeling almost like static mounting in his AI. He all but bucks his hips, partially unsure of why it feels so good, and partially wondering how to make it feel better.]
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[Only sharp, increasingly desperate little gasps escape him instead. His wings shiver, spreading wider without his conscious effort, and allowing the teeth and tongue better access to the joints between the panes.]
[Everything is hot, with a feeling almost like static mounting in his AI. He all but bucks his hips, partially unsure of why it feels so good, and partially wondering how to make it feel better.]
I don't... know what...
[Sempai help. What comes next.]