[ Normally, even Akashi would be a bit alarmed about all of this; he'd really like to not turn this into some sort of impromptu emasculation, but normally he also doesn't have to come to terms with the fact that he's pretty sure his dick has been partially altered by his partial transformation into a snake-human being and that just makes this seem like far more of a good idea than it should be.
In other words: he really shouldn't, but he's willing to risk accidentally getting a dick piercing right now. To make things less risky for them both, he at least tries his best to hold still and not make any abrupt movements, but it's hard to when it feels like his entire body is really pushing a biological imperative to get off. As if channeling his energy away from bucking his hips, the rest of his body seems to be shuddering slightly, and he presses his forehead into Henry's shoulder with a surprising amount of pressure, tugging at his forearm for balance as he breathes in sharp inhales and ragged exhales. His instincts are saying this is all still well and good, and quite frankly, he's just not in the mood to fight against them right now. ]
[Most of the time, his crow-instincts had done Henry well. It wasn't that different from normal, apart from wanting to fluff up his feathers impressively and demonstrate to Akashi his fantastic nest-making skills. There was that.
But with his claws nestled around delicate parts of Akashi's anatomy, Henry's having to reconsider the practicalities. And while feeling the press of Akashi's head against his shoulder was nice, even if his arm hadn't been trapped, Henry realized that his instinct to stroke his hair wouldn't have worked very well. Even if his hands hadn't been bloody (hardly a deterrent), he wouldn't have been able to feel it at all.
So maybe being part-crow wasn't all fun and games and dive-bombing people and cawing at them. While Henry was quite happy to scratch Akashi up a bit, he kind of preferred him with all his limbs/dick still attached. He also kind of liked being able to feel what he was doing, to feel Akashi in general- and even with all the body-contact, hands were... kind of useful implements.
But there was nothing for it but to make do with what he had, moving fingers as quickly as he could risk, hoping that the abrasiveness would be a bonus instead of a detriment. And as careful as he was being, Henry couldn't keep the tips of his claws from contacting Akashi entirely- the touch leaving the thinnest of welts along his dick. Raising the skin, if not quite breaking it- though it would take only a small jerk of hips to change that.]
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In other words: he really shouldn't, but he's willing to risk accidentally getting a dick piercing right now. To make things less risky for them both, he at least tries his best to hold still and not make any abrupt movements, but it's hard to when it feels like his entire body is really pushing a biological imperative to get off. As if channeling his energy away from bucking his hips, the rest of his body seems to be shuddering slightly, and he presses his forehead into Henry's shoulder with a surprising amount of pressure, tugging at his forearm for balance as he breathes in sharp inhales and ragged exhales. His instincts are saying this is all still well and good, and quite frankly, he's just not in the mood to fight against them right now. ]
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But with his claws nestled around delicate parts of Akashi's anatomy, Henry's having to reconsider the practicalities. And while feeling the press of Akashi's head against his shoulder was nice, even if his arm hadn't been trapped, Henry realized that his instinct to stroke his hair wouldn't have worked very well. Even if his hands hadn't been bloody (hardly a deterrent), he wouldn't have been able to feel it at all.
So maybe being part-crow wasn't all fun and games and dive-bombing people and cawing at them. While Henry was quite happy to scratch Akashi up a bit, he kind of preferred him with all his limbs/dick still attached. He also kind of liked being able to feel what he was doing, to feel Akashi in general- and even with all the body-contact, hands were... kind of useful implements.
But there was nothing for it but to make do with what he had, moving fingers as quickly as he could risk, hoping that the abrasiveness would be a bonus instead of a detriment. And as careful as he was being, Henry couldn't keep the tips of his claws from contacting Akashi entirely- the touch leaving the thinnest of welts along his dick. Raising the skin, if not quite breaking it- though it would take only a small jerk of hips to change that.]