London Calling RPG

Anael should always look like that, Coby decided, or as often as possible anyway. So he kissed back with the head-spinning rush of lust and affection he hadn't realized he could feel, but that Anael brought out of him. One hand traced over the long primaries feeling the quivering strength of the wings, and Coby had no idea where it had come from, this fixation on Anael's wings, but he'd be damned if he was going to stop now. His other hand moved in far more familiar ways, finding Anael's fly and palming the length of his cock.