“They’re not erogenous,” Chuuya pointed out for the umpteenth time.
Dazai didn’t pause a moment in his intent, thorough examination of every feather and curve of Chuuya’s wings. It would have been too much to expect a compliment, but the attention was enough to bring a flush to Chuuya’s cheeks anyway.
“Have you ever tried to let go and fall?” Dazai asked thoughtfully, a dreamy tone in his voice.
“What?! No!” Chuuya yanked his wing away from Dazai’s groping fingers.
“Chuuya! Don’t be like that!” Clingy Dazai followed after. “Your wings are so nice!”
Chuuya groaned but let him touch.