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It's a pretty well known fact that Grian is an avian.
He has wings, they're useful on most servers!
Not on Third Life though, there him using his wings is strictly prohibited.
But when you've lived your entire life carefree, using the air as your main transportation system, it becomes a habit.
Grian made the choice to tie his wings, this way even when he forgot about the rule, he still wouldn't be able to break it.
It's genius in theory... But in practice, it sucks.
His wings are constantly aching, his feathers are out of order and there's sand EVERYWHERE.
He tried preening them himself, but it's just not viable.
Allopreening was his last hope.
But having someone else clean his wings? That's scary!
This is a death match, he had only a few allies, one of them being...
If it was just a friend, a trusted friend, Grian wouldn't bat an eye.
Yes, his wings are sensitive, they have more pain receptors than the rest of his body, for example.
That means they're more perceptive towards... Other sensations.
He CAN'T ask Scar!
Yeah they kiss and all that, but this? This was so much more intimate!
What if he chirps? Scar will never let him live it down.
Speak of the devil.
Grian was so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice Scar coming into the room.
"I think your arms are too short for that." -The yellow name pointed out jokingly as he watched Grian scramble to reach the back of his wings.
"I can't believe I'm doing this." -Maybe it won't be that bad, he trusts Scar. Right? -"Can you help me preen my wings?"
"Yes! I mean- of course, of course." -Scar plopped down next to the avian, scooting back until he was sitting behind Grian.
"Okay Scar, I need you to be very careful, understood?" -Grian couldn't see his friends face, but he knew the brunette was grinning.
Grian was positively surprised when Scar started preening his wings.
His moves were slow, touched delicate and careful.
It was going good, great even.
Until Grian let his guard down and CHIRPED.
Someone kill him, he'll die from embarrassment.
"Oh- okay, I'm gonna take it as a sign I'm doing something right!" -Scar concluded cheerfully and got a bit bolder with his moves, touching the base of Grians wing.
He got caught off guard, his wings flapping out of instinct, and he let out a fucking moan.
He should call this off.
The wings are clean enough, he can't handle the shame.
Scar paused for a second, not muttering a word before doing the exact same thing.
An identical reaction occured, but this time there was also an added- "SCAR!" -to it.
"Sorry Birdie, couldn't stop myself." -Scar knew Grian was blushing even if the smaller man was sitting with his back turned to him.- "I'll stop if you want me to."
Did Grian want him to?
Logically, yes, he should want that.
But he didn't.
He just shook his head.
When Scar started preening his wings again, he was bold with his movements, making sure to note all the spots that gained a reaction out of Grain.
The avian was whining and squirming in his seat.
By the time the yellow name was done, Grian was exhausted.
He didn't even protest when Scar pulled him into a hug, he'd worry about it later, right now it was time to sleep.