Um, I really am not a fan of this, but I did my best? Sorry!

This is the wings request from pbjeran, for a story about how the wings reacted during sex?

It seems weird and off to me, simpily because writing this is so far beyond me... but I did my best.

Not detailed at all!


I can't help but smile softly at the sight in front of me. I know that I'm not technically suppose to be acting this way, I should be pushing him against the wall and ravishing him acting like the pirate I was, but Lovi is flushed and all but shivering with what appears to be joy, and it's too beautiful for me to fight. He's too beautiful for me to rush and I feel the need to take my time.

I lean down, still smiling, to brush my lips along the skin on the side of his neck. He shudders and, blushing brilliantly, hisses at me to quit wasting time and get on with it already, but his wings are fluttering and shivering even harder than he is, wrapping around me as if to pull me closer.

I continue allowing my lips to glance along his skin, leaving kisses while my hands dance along his body, teasing lightly.

"Antonio, will you fucking quit it!" He gasps, face flushing even redder and wings curling to make a sort of curtain around us, blocking out everything else, showing the warmth hidden in the depths of amber eyes.

I laugh, kissing him on the lips almost chastely, in spite of the not so chaste situation we're in. "Be patient, Lovi sweetheart."

He starts to grumble about the nicknames, but I cut him off with a, much deeper, kiss.

I can feel the feathers of his wings brush against my back gently, tickling the skin and urging me closer. I bite back a happy grin and push down to him, happy to comply.

His skin is soft and wonderfully warm. The Mediterranean tan stands out shockingly against the pure white of his wings, which in turn seem to glow against my red sheets.

Romano lets out a sharp gasp, eyes flying wide when my hands go farther down and wrap around him. He shudders and stutters desperately. The wings beat harshly around me, the tips curl lightly in on themselves.

As we continue, each movement brings about a new response or sound from one or the other of us, and, by now, we're both flushed and dragging each other closer, desperate for more of each other.

The words gasped now are not arguments or teasing, they're "I love you"s and each other's name.

It is not long until words aren't said at all, and even that period of time ends when I hiss his name, he cries mine, and we both collapse completely into the blood red sheets.

He mumbles something about taking a shower that neither of us really pay any attention to. The bed is much too comfortable and he is much too warm to even consider moving away, and really, we can easily shower in the morning, there is no need to get up now.

He doesn't seem to mind that I won't move, so I feel free to assume that it's fine anyway.

He's curled up, head resting on my heaving chest. I find myself smiling down at him, fingers tangled in soft hair, his wings flutter and shift half-heartedly, just as tired as the rest of him.

His eyes shift closed and, sighing softly, he fell asleep. He always looks peaceful while he sleeps, but today he seems happy as well, comfortable in spite of our position.

I'm tempted to follow his example, but choose instead to study him. His face still holds some of it's earlier blush and his wings are still wrapped around us, hiding the outside world like his eyelids block out his irises.

He really is beautiful.


I did my best? Ugh, like I said, it's rather awkward, huh? Well in any case, thanks for reading! and please review if you get the chance!