Anael's wings unwrapped from around them both, held behind him now, still there for the touching but letting Coby move and draw Anael along, draw him along if he didn't want to lose his touch, and he didn't, oh, thank you, God, he didn't. A slight miscalculation and they ended up right beside the door, and Anael couldn't help himself, not with Coby's hand driving him steadily crazier. He pushed Coby against the wall and kissed his way down his neck, looking for the spots that would make him moan the way Anael kept doing, soft and needy, against his skin, with the stroke of his fingers over sensitive feathers.