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Lee: Mason Toffer
Ler: Liele Marino
Mason was a rich person, near a billionaire by all means. With all the money in the whole world to his pleasure, nothing should stay on his path, right?
Wrong.
He was extremely upset because of his wings. Even though his big wings could be summoned by magic, it still needed proper grooming and care, and he couldn’t do it by himself at all, nor he wanted help, since he thought it was way too... embarrassing. However, today his girlfriend, Liele, was coming over to his house for a date and he absolutely forgot about it! So, when his butler, Sir Bloom, announced Liele’s arrival, Mason froze.
When Liele entered his house, she noticed something was… unusual. Normally, Mason would just be in the main room already every time she came over, so, when the butler told her that he was in his bedroom Liele found it strange. ‘Is he sick? If so, why didn’t he cancel our date?’ She thought about it, going upstairs heading to his bedroom.
As the red headed woman entered the room, Liele quickly noticed Mason sitting in his massive and circle shaped bed, legs crossed and wearing a worried expression, not meeting her gaze at all.
“Mason?” She asked, approaching him.
“Ah!- oh. Hello love, didn’t… see you here.” He finally looked at her, forcing a smile, not wanting to worry her even more, with no success.
“Are you alright? You weren’t in the living room, and Mr. Bloom told me to come over here and-” Liele glanced at the seeming crippled wings “Wait, what’s the matter with those? They look funny.” She emphazised, pointing at them, raising an eyebrow. She has never seen them at such state before, all tangled and odd, at least for her.
“Uuugh...” he sighed. “It’s just that… my wing’s size are a big problem for me when it’s about taking care of them, and... I just find it too stupid to ask for anyone here.” Lowering his head, Mason addmited, uncrossing his legs, leaning back.
“Is that so? Maybe I can help, it doesn’t seem to be that bad.” She smiled, gently grabbing his hand, ‘Maybe it would make him feel better perhaps?’ she thought, smiling at him. For context, Liele has known how to groom wings since high school, due to having some feathered classmates, all of them being glad when she helped them, making her nearly an expert at it. ‘Maybe offering such thing won’t be a big deal to him.’
“W-what?” Turning his head at her, Mason cheeks visibly rose as he heard her petition, since his wings were really, really, ticklish, thus the reason why it was embarrassing for him to other people to touch him there. However, it was Liele of all people; she knew enough about his ticklishness, just not about the wings, yet. Also, her touch was something that he definitely loved and craved to feel, it was just his pride that always made him feel like he shouldn’t be vulnerable around anyone.
… Until Liele gave him those eager and stuning green eyes.
“Ugh, fine.” He groaned, smiling a little. “Guess I’ll let you do it.” He sighed in defeat.
“Yes!” She made a victory pose, just like in those videogames they both like.
“Just please, be careful.” he said, turning around so his back would face his girlfriend. “I’m a little s-sensitive right there.” Mason stuttered. Crap.
“Uh? Sensitive? Is that so?” Gears turning in her head, Liele hummed, clearing getting the memo already, “Do you mean, perhaps,” She smirked, putting her hand above his wings, “Ticklish?” and started to massage the muscle under the feathers, carefully prodding while also doing the actual work.
“eEEK! wait, wahaHAHAIT! Ah-!C’mohohon, huhunie-EEEEHEHEHEKK!” Mason twiched and trembled, squeaking all the way; his wings flinching a bit, hands finally finding a place at his flushed face, covering that charming wobbly smile. Well, that totally tickled a lot more than he had antecipated, it was so bad!
Liele smirked at that. “Ohoh my! Mason, Ihi can’t help you when you’re squirming this much!” She teased, making sure to keep up the pace, chuckling when her boyfriend started to squeal. “Uh, guess your wings are really tangled, right handsome?~ This will continue for a looong time!~” She sing-sang all the way, making sure that he could feel her nails on the skin.
“Thihihis so ehEEEHEVIHIL! AHAHAHAHA! ACK! NOHOHOT THE NAHAHA*squeal*IHIHIHAHAHALS! AHAHAHAHA! EEEHEHEHE! *squeal*AHAHAHAHAHA!!” Mason cackled and squealed, growing more red as the seconds passed. “EHEHEHEHE! AH! *squeak*AHAHAHAHA! IHIHI CAHANT! EEEHEHEHEHE!” He quivered, doing his best to not squirm too much.
“C’mon champ, you can take a little tickling, right?” Liele smiled ear to ear, mischief starting to take control of her.
“PLEHEHEASE! AHAHAHAHAHA! THIHIHIS SO EHEHEHEVIL!” Well, he will be there for a while.
...
Minutes later, as she finally managed to completly groom her boyfriend’s wings, Liele slowed down, not wanting to kill the poor guy. As for Mason, he was stuck with a large grin and really tinted cheeks, breathing a bit heavy, with leftover giggles pouring from his mouth; his hair was messy, and he was a bit sweaty from the ‘workout’, but he strangely felt a tingly sensation on his body: the type of attention he had received was something so childish but so... addicting, he would take it to the grave such statement, but he liked it, especially because it was Liele doing it, his lover.
Admiring her boyfriend as a work of art, Liele caressed his hair, making little partners to calm him down.
“Babe?” She asked, softly to soothe but firm enough for him to hear.
"Hmm.”
“Was it too much?”
“N-no, not at all.” He bashfully looked away, flustred about his own response, still feeling as light as a feather: he enjoyed all of this, and was looking for the next time his wings would need to be ‘taken care’ of.
“So, did you like it?” Liele smirked, like she just had read his mind, chuckling with such glee in her eyes.
Oh how he wanted the next session...