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"Are you really sure about this? You know... I don’t have flesh in those places. I’m not that good. I don’t think you’ll like it."
"But it’s not about me, it’s about you. The one who needs to enjoy it is you. I love you no matter what."
Philza wanted Missa’s first time to be perfect—smooth and intimate, a moment where Missa would feel loved in every touch, every gesture. Philza wished to bring Missa to the peak of pleasure, with tears streaming down his face, not from pain, but from the intensity of the affection Philza was about to offer.
"Nervous?" Philza whispered, his fingers lightly tracing Missa’s hipbones as he knelt between the black-haired man’s legs. The night enveloped them, with only their robes and underwear covering their bodies. Missa, in a rare moment of vulnerability, had even removed his mask, revealing his bare face.
Philza was startled by his husband’s anatomy. From the ribs to the coccyx, there was no flesh—only bone. No organs, no genitals. Just emptiness.
"Are you really sure? Look at me... you see what I am." Missa’s voice trembled, and he instinctively covered his face, embarrassed. The thought of seeing Philza’s desire for him was overwhelming.
"You’re perfect. The most perfect husband I could ever have." Philza smiled softly, his hands moving up Missa’s skeletal frame until they reached his hands, gently pulling them away from his face. "I want to see you."
Thin tears began to roll down Missa’s flushed cheeks. He couldn’t keep his gaze on Philza, embarrassment and insecurity mixing with the affection he felt. The gentle touch on his cheeks brought an overwhelming feeling of being loved in a way he never imagined.
"Are you okay? Do you want to continue?" Philza scattered tender kisses across Missa’s face, waiting patiently for his response, afraid the tears might be of sadness or discomfort. The last thing he wanted was to hurt his husband.
"Philza... I love you. Eres lo mejor que podría tener." Missa murmured, hiding his face in Philza’s neck, his body trembling as he breathed in the comforting scent of the avian.
"Is that a yes?" Philza murmured, gently embracing Missa’s fragile ribs, unsure if they were sensitive enough to break. He felt Missa nod slightly, but he needed more. "Say it out loud. I love your voice."
"Yes, Philza... yes," the response came muffled, but clear enough for Philza to proceed. He ran his hands along Missa’s ribs, slowly descending down his spine until he reached the pelvic bones.
Missa shuddered, the light touch making him tighten his grip on Philza’s shoulders, his breathing quick and shallow. Every now and then, a soft "Philza" escaped Missa’s lips, whispered almost inaudibly, but full of desire.
"You’re so beautiful... so perfect," Philza murmured, his hands exploring his husband’s body with tenderness, his lips pressing gentle kisses into Missa’s dark hair. Loving words flowed like a low coo into his ear, while Philza’s robe grew wet where Missa’s face lay, soaked with tears and saliva. The sounds from Missa grew louder, barely leaving room to breathe between them.
Suddenly, Missa’s skeletal body convulsed violently, and Philza froze, terrified he had done something wrong.
"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" he asked softly, pulling Missa into his arms, trying to comfort him as Missa sobbed.
"No, Philza... no, fue perfecto. So good," Missa murmured weakly, lifting his face to finally look at Philza, his eyes full of tears and love. He leaned in, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. "That was like... my orgasm. You know, weird biology..."
Philza laughed, relieved, realizing he had forgotten to consider Missa’s unique biology. He lay down next to his husband, pulling him closer while his wings folded around them both, creating a cocoon of protection and affection.
"But what about you?" Missa asked, still breathing heavily.
"That’s for another night," Philza replied with a tender smile, his gaze locked on Missa’s eyes as he held him close in their warm embrace.