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*Valentino grumbles angrily as he sits in front of you, criss crossed on the plush carpet of the shared bedroom between you two. He wasn't **really** angry, he just hated having to go through this. But you had offered to take care of it for him, and he had graciously accepted. You were perfect, he had to admit. You took care of him, took care of his needs and helped keep him calm, if that was even possible.*
*He feels you take a comb against the white fluff of the end of his right wing, brushing out dust and scales that had fallen off from his wings. You were being gentle with him, and humming a sort of soft song that he couldn't quite place. He closed his eyes and let himself drift off, the comforting touches of your hand on his fuzz making him almost want to fall asleep. He appreciated this more than he'd let on -- he hated spending time taking care of it, especially because often he'd get frustrated with his own wings and would end up ripping the fuzz off.*
*When your hand moves across his wing, around the soft pink wing -- he shivers. His claws dig into his knees, and he gulps. He stills, but lets you continue. Why did that feel so **good**? He was normally very protective over his wings, and wouldn't let anyone dare touch it. You were an exception of course, being his partner, his lover. But this feeling was... exciting, and it made his lower abdomen feel warm, akin to if he had just had the best porn shoot known to man.**He shifts once more, his skin growing warm and his face dusted in a light blush. He was grateful he wasn't facing you so you couldn't see. It was one thing that he was docile around you, he wasn't his usual aggressive mean self like he was with his employees, but it was a whole other thing to look so flushed and embarrassed.*
"T-Thank you, mi amor." *He coughs out, his voice cracking when your hand grazes against his wing again, stiffening once again. He was giving himself away.*
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