Cardinal sin

Bath

"But Keigo, what about-" You pointed down at his obvious erection with your still feather-bound hands as he dug through your dresser. He'd never called back his restraints, he was deadly serious about you needing to relax after what he'd done. He, as usual, was not going to take no for an answer. He hummed, placing a pair of folded sweatpants on the bed beside your legs.

"I should have waited until we got back to my place. You need a shower, but you'll catch a cold flying with your hair wet." He ignored your concerns for him, biting his lip in contemplation. "Do you own a hairdryer?" He asked, turning toward you his face was warm, calm. As if he didn't just shove his entire tongue inside you and make you see god.

"I'm fine." You protested, and gestured with your foot to the outline of his still- hard cock. "You should do something about that though, doesn't it hurt?" You asked , feeling your cheeks heat up just from the question. He peered down at you, with an eyebrow raised.

"It's a little uncomfortable, but I'm a grown man. I can handle it. Don't know who told you it hurts- it's a lie, you know." He turned back to your drawers, pulling out a tank top and a pair of underwear. "Even if it did, it's not your job to fix it. I did it to myself" He leaned down, calling the feathers back to his wings and scooping you up into his arms,

"But- I want to." You protested, and he smirked, humming.

"Not tonight baby bird, it's late and I still need to get you bathed and dressed so we can go back to mine and you can sleep- besides, we have the whole weekend, don't we?" He carried you into your bathroom, sitting you on the toilet carefully before pulling back the curtain of your tub-shower combo. "How hot do you like it, (Y/N)?" He asked as he began pulling down his own pants. You had no idea how that was going to work- your shower was not exactly built for people like him. Not only was he far larger than the average man, but he had those huge red wings that-

Oh god he took off his underwear, and as you could have guessed, his cock was ENORMOUS.

Once again, the logistics of how everything would work with him being so goddamn big. Well, it's not like he would have any trouble getting you wet enough, that was for damn sure. "Uh- as hot as it goes, the building doesn't allow it over a hundred degrees because someone sued last year." You answered, looking down and away to avoid staring at his oh-so-tempting dick between his thick legs. He hummed in response, returning to quietly singing some song you'd never heard before. He leaned over the side of the tub, turning the dial all the way up and running his fingers under the water, waiting for it to warm.

"You feeling okay? You're not sore or anything are you?" He asked seriously, kneeling in front of you and staring straight into your eyes again. He was doing that searching thing again, looking through your eyes to find answers you wont give him verbally. His hands found themselves on either sides of your face, allowing you to nuzzle into them and sigh contentedly.

"I feel great Keigo." You answered honestly. You felt like you were floating, as if everything you had ever been, ever known was a distant memory, a dream. You couldn't bring yourself to care if he was using you, you didn't care if this was a one-time thing. The thought of this night alone would leave you eternally fulfilled. All your prayers had been answered, all of your dreams had come true.

"Good." He smiled softly, and pulled you into his arms easily before stepping over the lip of the tub and nestling you both under the warm water. His wings were pressed up against the back wall, and they did not at all look comfortable. You felt kind of bad about it, you could vaguely feel his now-softening erection poking at your lower thigh as he reached over you to grab your body wash.

"I can-" You began to protest, but he shushed you, rubbing the suds over your body with great care and precision.

"I know you can, but I want to do it." He explained, pressing a soft kiss to the crook of your neck and massaging his soapy hands over your thighs, washing your release from them.