Overture Downs make your peace

At first, he doesn’t quite understand the harshness of his companion’s ministrations, his own touches hesitant and featherlight. But he swallows any questions or protests he might have, too desperate for companionship to complain — and after a few moments of adjustment, it starts to feel comforting. Almost enjoyable. He even starts to mimic the nips, albeit more lightly than the ones he receives.
Demon's sigh seems to expel the last of the tension from Zephyr's body. By the time the other's tongue swipes across his face, he's feeling too mellow to react as he normally might. He blinks once, pausing, and immediately finds himself grateful for the sudden distraction of teeth against his ear — but still a little offended. He nips at the other boy's neck, letting his teeth rake and catch in the fur just enough to sting a little.