[Shura sucks in air sharply through his mouth, and when he exhales it comes with a low moan of his own, fingertips curling slightly and pressing against Booker's tongue. evidently pleased with this turn of events.

the hand on his back keep exploring, looking for the base of his wings and once more exploring the areas where flesh becomes scales, getting to know them in detail.

his hips start building a maddeningly idle pace, lazily rocking up against Booker's weight every now and then.]