Duncan smiled, "Yeah," he chuckled in agreement. "Me too," he hummed softly. He scooted over curling up into Axels chest.

Axel smiled, wrapping his arms around Duncan as he curled in, letting a content huff of air past his lips. "It seems like it forever away," he noted with a laugh. It wasn't far away at all....only a month or so....and there was a lot to do in the meantime to prepare for it, but it seemed so long to wait for something he wanted so much.

Duncan nodded, "I know," he hummed lightly, contently. Once a moment of silence passed, he extended his wing out, taking Axels hand and gently running Axels fingertips along the inside of his wing. Duncan swore and jumped forward, instantly tucking his wing back in tight. "... sorry, thats not what I thought would happen.." he mustered out, eyes pinched shut, face buried in Axels shoulder.

Axel hadn't really thought much about Duncan taking his hand, though at his reaction he also sort of jumped. "You alright," he asked, just squeezing him gently. He knew Duncan had said not to touch his wings before ...though he wasn't entirely sure why. Evidently, it was still a no go.

Duncan shook his head. He kept shifting his wings around but they were sensitive and tingly now, every brush of air against them sent electric currents through his veins. He wrapped his legs around Axels torso, trying to get closer. Every part of him that wasn't touching Axel skin to skin ached. He peered up at him, his vision going foggy and dark at anything that wasn't Axel, who was practically glowing. Duncan swore again breathily, burying his face in the crook of his neck.

Axel let out a small noise of surprise as duncan wrapped himself around him, but just shifted to hold him tighter. "What do you need," he asked gently, just holding him tightly. He'd do whatever he needed....he just wasn't sure what he needed.

Duncan turned his head, nipping at Axels neck, trying to get his point across even though he probably couldn't get coherent words strung together at the moment.

Axel couldn't help the small laugh that escaped his lips when Duncan nipped at him, but he tightened his hold on him, understanding what he was trying to say. "Alright, alright," he noted. "Wings or no wings though," he added, just wanting to do whatever he wanted most.

Duncan nodded. "Gentle wings," he breathed.

Axel nodded when Duncan said to be gentle, humming a soft "alright. Tell to stop if you need," he shifting them around so he could press kisses along his lips and face and neck, sort of lowly reaching over to brush his fingertips along the wings as he touches as he could, just to gauge a reaction.