Austeled one-shots

Preening

Requested by: WhirlingDrago48
(I'm so sorry for making you wait so long 😭)
Context: they're dating.
Austin's pov:

I'd recently hurt one of my wings during one of me and Eteleds little play fights. It wasn't fatal, but I couldn't use it for a while.

When it finally healed, and I took the bandages off, it looked a complete mess.

Ignoring all the dried blood stuck to my feathers, the feathers themselves were all shooting in different directions.

Some had been pushed sidewise from the force of the blow, and others were loose, but stuck within the mess.

Since the injury was on the outside of my wing, I couldn't just preen it myself. So Eteled offered. At least 50 times. I declined each time, saying it would fix itself eventually. It never did.

At least a month had passed, and my wing was only getting more messed up. Eteled was still begging me to let him preen my wing. And after a while, I finally said yes.

Eteleds pov:

"Austin, pleasseee, let me preen your wing." I begged, sat beside him in bed.
"Why can't you just give it up already? Like I said, it'll sort itself out." He huffed, a sudden tenseness in his shoulders.

"Austin. It's been a month. If your wing was going to "sort itself out," it would've done so already." I cock an eyebrow.

He leans back against the headboard, turning his head away from me.
"I know it's sensitive, but I promised you I'd be gentle, didn't I? You know I'd never hurt you." I sigh, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Not outside our play fights, anyways."

"I know.." He mumbled, sighing. "I just.. it's.." I cut him off with a small kiss.
"It's okay.. I think know what you mean.." I smiled warmly. "I.. I'll stop asking, if you really don't want me to help. But.. it looks so uncomfortable, with your feathers jabbing into your wing.."

"It is.." He mumbled.
"So why won't you let me help..?" I asked, a small frown on my face.
"I-I don't know." He huffs. "I just—" His face flushed.
"Just?"

"I— I feel like I'm gonna make an idiot of myself by moaning a bunch.." He mumbled.
"You act like I don't know what your moaning sounds like.." I teased.

"That—" Austin huffed. "That's the problem.. I-I don't want something so intimate and loving being so sexual.."

I begin to understand. Austin was extremely easily aroused, despite his own wishes. So if I got all flirty and touchy, he wouldn't be able to resist. And he'd end up feeling like shit afterward. I knew that because it had happened multiple times before.

"So.. you haven't let me yet because you don't want it to be sexual..?" I asked.
"Yeah.." He mumbled, his face flushed as he avoided eye contact with me entirely.

I sighed, cupping his cheek in my hand, making him look at me. "Well, it doesn't have to be sexual. If you want it to be purely loving and gentle, then I'm not gonna try and sway you otherwise."

He relaxed a little and closed his eyes as you spoke.
"You promise? No funny business?" I give him another small kiss on the lips.
"I promise, love."

Austin smiled, looking at me lovingly.
"I love you.." He hummed.
"I love you too, you dork." I smiled. "Now, show my that wing. Let's get it sorted."

"Alright then, just.. be gentle.." He slowly unfurled the injured wing. I assessed the damage. It was pretty bad. Feathers sprung all different ways, leftover dried blood holding onto ones which no longer were meant to be there that refused to come out no matter how many times he showered.

I slowly bring my hand to the healed wound. Austin winced a little as he felt me touch the still sensitive area, but thankfully he let me continue anyway. A few of the misaligned feathers still had dried blood on them.

As I began to preen the less tangled areas, I hear him whimper quietly. His hands clutch at the bedsheets in a desperate attempt to keep himself quiet.

"Ease up, love. It's okay to make noise." I hum as I work on the feathers. He relaxed a little and let go of the sheets, allowing himself to whimper and moan, covering his face with his hands out of embarrassment.

I giggle at his flustered-ness, placing a soft kiss on his wing (far from the mess of the healed wound). His face flushes a bit more as you giggle at him.

"Y-You're enjoying this aren't you..?" He mumbled, sounding a bit pouty.
"Maybe just a little. But I can't help it, I love every noise that comes out of that pretty mouth." I continue to work quietly.

He huffed in response to my short tease. He continued to whimper and moan under my touches as I ran my hands through both the messy feathers and the not-as-messed-up ones.

It was clear a few of the more messed up feathers would need to be pulled out, rather than pushed into place.

He whines as a group of particularly stuck feathers are pushed, biting his lip. After a moment, he speaks up, his voice strained.

"I-I think I'm gonna have to invest in a gag at this rate.." He mumbles. I giggle, rolling my eyes.
"Don't be so dramatic. You're barely even making any noise."

He sighs in an over-exaggerated fashion. "It sure as hell feels like I'm making a lot of noise.." He mutters, his legs fidgetting a bit.
"Hey." I lean forward, giving him a soft kiss on the shoulder. "You're doing great. I promise."

He mutters something under his breath, but relaxes once more. He continues to whimper and moan quietly as I preened his wing, some of them a little louder when I got closer to the actual scar.

I pull out several unsalvageable feathers, making Austin cry out. From pleasure or pain, I'm not entirely certain.

"Shh, easy baby. I know it's sensitive. You're okay. This is just a wholesome little scene between two lovers, nothing more." I hum. Austin purrs a little at my words, easing up ever so slightly as he tips his head over to rest it against the headboard.

After about ten minutes, I manage to get his wing looking relatively normal.
"There we go. Now your feathers can grow in right." I give his wing a few soft kisses, to which he moans at. "You did amazing, my dear.."

His wing goes back to being curled up behind his back, and he turns around shyly. I inch closer to him, cupping his cheeks in my hands and give him a soft kiss on the lips. Austin whines softly with embarrassment, cheeks dusted with a soft blush.

"Stop being so embarrassed, love. You're fine." I whisper against his soft lips.
"Mmnh.. I can't help ittt..." He whines, to which I shut him up with another kiss, this one much deeper and more loving.

Austin's pov:

God, this feels so good.... I can feel my mind going fuzzy.. I feel my embarrassment start to melt away, being replaced by love and lust.

He pulls away from the kiss, and all I can think is how badly I want him back. How I want him close, how I want him pumping insi—

"You're shaking, Y'know. Are you serious that horny?" His words make me loose my train of thought.
"Sorta.." I murmur.
"And that leaves us two options. Either I make you come so you can relax, or I can distract you from it." I think for a minute.

"Distract..." Eteled nods and pulls himself off the bed for a moment, switching on the plug for the tv. He grabs the remote, hopping down next to me.

I sling my arms round him, burying my face into his chest. He puts on a show I like, and we cuddle together and watch it.

I eventually calm down, relaxing into him. I slowly unfurl my wings, wrapping them around him. He lets out a soft chuckle, pressing a gentle kiss into my head.

"Feeling better now?" He hums.
"Mmn. Yeah.." I mumble.
"Good. I'm glad..." He gives me another soft kiss, to which I smile at.

"I love you..." I bury my face in his neck, playfully kissing at it.
"I love you too, my dear."