[When Booker exhales against the fingers in his mouth his breath is again just a bit too warm, like he's moved his fingers just out of range of a candle flame. And that just-shy-of-hot warmth envelops them as Booker takes the fingers in a bit further, sliding his tongue between them and biting on them not hard enough to draw blood.

Booker is wearing a t-shirt that is split halfway up the back to all for his wings so really it's easy enough to explore his back, it's mostly scales, especially between the line of his tail up to the wings, but flesh appears along his sides and going up to his shoulders. But the scales don't exactly seem to lack sensitivity, maybe it isn't quite the same as flesh but they ripple and shift with each breath and movement of the wings and when he tenses up along his spine to bear down on as Curtain's hips.

When Booker opens his mouth to let the wet fingers drop out of them, he licks his own lips once and both of his hands go to the hem of Asura's shirt, or the buttons, whatever way one removes it, and begins to unceremoniously strip him.]

You don't need this.