”Look! They’re fluttering!” You smile brightly as the wings on the side of Sunday’s flap when you pet them. ”Just because they flutter doesn’t mean i like this…” He glares trying to cover his blush with a stoic face.

He didn’t wanna be vulnerable in front of you. He had a reputation after all, but your hands felt so nice on his sensitive wings he couldn’t help but whimper each time you would touch them. It all just felt to good to him.