ᴮˡᵃᶜᵏ ᶠᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳˢ

Toby's cheeks had flushed a dark red upon the feeling of Y/C's hand gently brushing against his alula; they only touched it lightly, gently ghosting over the black feathers that layered the section of his left wing. The male visibly tensed upon contact and bit down on his cheek.

After letting their hand linger- teasingly moving it away whenever the feathered limb attempted to lean into their touch, they playfully huffed, wrapping their arms around the man's sides. Once trapping Toby in a hug, from behind, they placed their chin on his shoulder. With a soft hum, they sighed, "I'm bored." They stated.

This earned a small scoff from the male, "So when you're bored you touch people's wings?" He huffed, his blush starting to die down as his gaze went back to his book.