[ Aspen leans into the kiss, both seeming a grounding force and such an airy, light thing, like he's flying. He closes his eyes, not pulling away, not kissing further, just enjoying the touch of lips against lips. At least before he gently flicks their noses together. ]
I am... ready. [ He opens his wings further, so they're not pinned underneath him. ]
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I am... ready. [ He opens his wings further, so they're not pinned underneath him. ]