You smile, eyes wandering over him as he works. It’s hard to keep yourself in check from that little sight of him. It hasn’t been all that long since you’d gotten laid, but you were hard placated but sparse affairs. That, and just those two words, that title… That had you more than eager to move things along at a rapid pace.
((*screeeches* that is perfectly okay and also great! Sorry I didn’t scroll up my dash till now!))
Dave gasps as he’s suddenly somewhere else, a different collar than the usual one around his neck, and he suddenly knows that his master is nearby.
But you hold off, even if the tent in your short-shorts is more than a little obvious.
You move your hand to let him pull off his shirt, instead moving them down to run over slight muscles of his chest. He’s lean, lithe, as one might expect from a bird, and just that little touch as you leaning forward, nibbling along the space between neck and shoulder, reaching nearly to the joint before moving back up. It’s there, in the meat of it, that you give a stern bite. You hold pale flesh between your teeth with a steady grip; not gruesomely painful, not enough to draw blood… It was more like a strong pinch than anything else. But you held it there, caring little for the drool that pooled around your mouth and his skin as your hands moved elsewhere, down, down, brushing a thumb over the tip of his belly button before just barely glancing over his hips. Your plan was to tease him a bit first, but you find it hard to remain that patient. You pull away instead, pulling off your layered tanktops, revealing the push-up bra that was more padding than flesh. You reach up, pressing your hand to his eyes as you do your best to unbutton your shorts with one hand. That hand then grabs his by the wrist, pulling it down to press against the warmth of your erection, separated by a think layer of fabric, though… It’s easy to feel the few spots of wetness from your leaking tip. “Touch it,” you command, keeping your hand over his eyes, “And no looking. You’ll have to get me more interested than this if you want a treat, pretty bird.” Your take a moment to brush your fingers over the scales of his hands, seemingly undeterred by the strange texture or hazardous talons. Your eagerness, your lack of fear, is made all to obvious by the rapping of your tail as it wags back and forth against the pillows, wondering if he’ll be as respective to your dog parts (particularly the one you’ve instructed him to handle) as you have been with his avian ones.
Dave, naked by this point, does not miss the looks he’s getting, and he nibbles on his lower lip nervously. He wants to please his master. He gasps softly as he feels the touch on his bare chest, leaning up against the hands just a little, and letting out a soft, breathy moan as he feels the other’s teeth against the sensitive skin of his throat. His eyes go wide as the little nibbles turn into a strong bite and he whimpers loudly, his head tilting back as his body goes almost limp, except for the slight trembling from the various conflicting feelings he’s having. He gives a high pitched gasp as he feels the fingers just barely brush over his stomach, and his hips jerk just a little as the touch moves just a little further south. He shivers a little as the jaws move away from his throat, but he yelps as he feels the hand over his eyes. He nods shakily at the command and murmurs, “yes master” before feeling around blindly to reach his hand up to the other’s waistband and slip past the fabric to wrap his rough, scaly hand around the (pretty damn big) cock he finds inside, running the pads of his fingers over it curiously, figuring out just how big it is (and how much prep he’ll need to take it, which he assumes he’ll be doing if he’s a good boy). He hums softly as he runs his fingers over it, then wraps his hand more firmly around and starts a slow pumping motion.