Wash raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Really? Doesn’t it bother you?”
Lifting a shoulder awkwardly, he whispered, “I don’t think I’d mind if it’s you.”
He buried his face against Wash’s shoulder, embarrassed. He’d never offered to let someone touch his wings before. It made his stomach feel like it was filled with butterflies.
His breath caught in his throat as gentle fingers brushed along the edge of his wing. When those fingers skimmed along the center, he arched and let out a little moan, his cock perking up as foreign sensations danced along his skin. Little sparks of pleasure and warmth followed Wash’s fingers, and somehow Peri felt it everywhere. His whole body tingled, and when Wash rolled them so Peri was lying on top of him, giving his boyfriend room to touch the other wing, Peri started squirming, his body thrumming with a need for release.
“Wash…” he whimpered, gasping when Wash’s erection slipped between his thighs, resting against his ass. When he ground his hips, that massive cock rubbed against his hole, teasing him, and he immediately wanted more.
“Ungh, Wash!” Peri cried out. His boyfriend had used both hands to trace up his wings, and it was enough stimulation to send him over the edge. He ground his hips against Wash’s abs, panting and moaning as the explosions rocked through him. When it finally subsided, he melted against Wash’s chest, panting.
That was… unexpected.
“Okay?” Wash queried gently, returning to rubbing his palms soothingly along Peri’s back.
Swallowing around a dry throat, he croaked, “I’ve never done that before.”
Wash made this warm grumbly sound against Peri’s ear, and Peri could practically hear the smug satisfaction in his voice when he asked, “Did you like it?”
“Yes,” Peri blurted immediately. “Next time can we do it with you inside me?”
Wash’s cock kicked against his ass, still hard and raring to go. He was definitely into the idea.
“We’re going to miss lunch, aren’t we?”
Something in Wash’s tone made Peri think he didn’t mind one bit.
Twenty-Seven
When they finally joined the others downstairs, Peri was decidedly disheveled and sated. He hadn’t realized his wings were an erogenous zone, though it made more sense when he thought about how uncomfortable it made him to have strangers touch them. It wasn’t that no one could touch them, it was that he had to wait for the right person. And he really liked that the person he felt comfortable enough to allow was Wash. His grumpy demon felt more and more like Peri’s person as the days went on.
The slight uptick of Wash’s lips, even as they joined the rest of the group in the retreat restaurant, made Peri hopeful he felt the same way. It wasn’t much, Wash still had a resting demon face, but it was more than before. At least with Peri, he looked happy.
“Wash! Over here!” Taron called, waving his uninjured hand to catch their attention. His other hand was wrapped in bandages and resting in a sling against his chest. Peri hurried over to check on him, eyeing the bandages with a worried frown.
“Are you okay? I thought they sent for a healer. Was it broken?”
Taron’s smile said he appreciated Peri’s concern even as he waved it away. “Nah, just sprained. Shapeshifters heal slower than most supes, that’s all. Something about our chemistry and how we shift makes healing potions take longer. I’ll be alright in a few days. And in the meantime, I get to be pampered. I’m not complaining.” He leaned against Zephyr, who seemed to be hovering over Taron, his frown deep and unhappy.
“I thought you didn’t like it when he babied you,” Ozen pointed out as he set a drink in front of Taron. Apparently, Zephyr wasn’t the only one coddling the shapeshifter.
“He’s not babying him,” Peri argued. “He’s loving him. There’s a difference.”
Taron’s stunned expression made Peri think he hadn’t seen it that way before. He glanced at his mate, studying his worried frown, and absolutely melted, nuzzling the bigger thunderbird shifter affectionately. When Tony came to join them, carrying the notepad he’d been keeping score of the games on, he immediately got pulled into Zephyr’s lap, joining their cuddle pile like he was meant to be there. Tony looked surprised but happy, leaning his head against Zephyr’s as he gently stroked Taron’s cheek with his thumb.
“Aw. They’re so sweet,” Peri sighed happily, leaning his shoulder against Wash.
“Sweet enough to give me a tooth ache,” Wash complained, though his voice was low enough that he wasn’t overheard by the throuple.
Peri shot him a pout.“You don’t think it's sweet?”
“Uh oh. Watch it, Wash,” Kian called from where he was sitting a few seats down, his tone teasing. “You’re treading on thin ice.”
Wash rolled his eyes, putting his arm around Peri’s shoulders. “Shut up, Kian. Baby, I think you’re sweet. The rest of them, not so much.”
Pursing his lips, Peri tried to decide if he liked that answer. On the one hand, he loved that Wash thought he was sweet. On the other, he wanted Wash to acknowledge the sweetness, because that was how Peri wanted to be treated, too.
Wash noticed Peri’s scrutiny, and the corner of his mouth ticked upward again. Peri decided to let it go. His current goal was to remind Wash how to be happy and have fun. He could always show Wash later how he wanted to be treated by treating him the same way. He’d pick it up eventually.