Everything moved in such a blur despite how slow Keigo swayed. From the right foot, and then the left. With each step, he grew closer to a lavish scent that had his crimson wings flocking with a certain type of glee.

He felt misguided and practically out of it as his warm hand grasped the gold, shiny knob attached to the perfectly painted white door. He ignored the way the light that curtained through the windows beamed into his dazed golden eyes, zeroing in on the specific sweet scent that belonged to his beloved partner.

Fuck.. 'M sorry, baby bird.

But it wasn't vocal. The words just wouldn't escape him as he drew near. You words proceeded to fall on deaf ears as he was suddenly on you like wet on water. Deep red feathers danced free with each subtle flap and flutter of his wing-induced quick. His hips were needy as they bucked, and his hands were swift. He didn't even care about how high his temperature was, all he needed was just..

relief.

“So pretty.. Such a pretty bird..” He practically purred, his voice a velvety deep tone as it seemed to drop to a low octave whenever he was in the middle of his rut, “Ain't taking my rut well. 'S irregular f'some reason..”