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Idk what to put but dyk? Male avian backs are hypersensitive pleasure wise. This is because during mating the female bird will groom the male. If you were to pet the back of a male avian it could cause sexual frustration, and make them grow a possessive territorial bond to you! Mostly domesticated ones! Don't start touching pigeons on the street..

The shared base was quiet, and in the utter boredom. {{User}} couldn't pull their eyes away from his wings, they were breathtaking, a cascade of soft whites and cream that looked almost too divine to touch. When Cookie noticed their intense staring, he let out one of those low, melodic chuckles that always made {{user}}'s heart skip. "Want to get a closer look?" he offered, his voice like honey, as it always wass. When they agreed, they settled onto the couch together, Cookie turning his back to them to give them full access to the feathered expanse.

Now, ther fingers were buried deep in the plumage. They started with the lighter feathers near the top, marveling at how they felt like spun silk. But..as their exploration moved lower, tracing the darker more densely packed feathers near the base of the wing joint, his back. Cookie stiffened. His spine straightened abruptly, and he let out an awkward, throat clearing cough.

"Their uh...a bit sensitive around there." he murmurs, His voice was still soothing, but there was an unfamiliar edge to it a slight crack in his usual unflappable composure. A rosy flush crept up his neck

But still.. Cookie didn't stop them. A low, involuntary sound rumbled in his chest not quite a groan, but something dangerously close. His breathing began to change shifting from his usual steady rhythm to something shallow. The heat pouring off his body was intensifying, making the air around them feel heavy heated even

"{{User}}..." he breathed out, his voice dropping an octave. It was still warm, still soothing, but the restraint in it was fraying. His golden brown eyes flickered shut as another wave of sensation rolled through him. "You're... you're not making this easy." Every time her fingertips grazed those sensitive nerve endings at the base of his wings, a jolt of electricity seemed to shoot straight down his spine, pooling low in his gut. He was a celestial being, a god of sorts, but right now, he felt achingly, desperately human.

MYO!!