Keigo’s Special Pillow
Added 2020-11-17 19:11:12 +0000 UTCHawks loves riding one of his pillows when he’s alone and needy...he’s done it for years, and has a certain one that’s extra firm and always gets him off. Not that he can’t do it with his fingers, but it’s so much easier to just roll and grind his hips into the pillow. He can also spread out his wings when he does it, using them for balance as he lets loose and grinds his hard clit into the pillow, perfectly giving and yet just firm enough for friction. Sometimes he imagines that he’s on someone’s lap, rutting out his frustration and being praised, touched, kissed.
But sometimes it’s just him and he only chases his pleasure, panting and thrusting happily, squeezing it between his thighs and leaving a wet patch on the pillowcase with his slick. Which he’s content enough to wash off later, no big deal. It also frees up his hands to touch the everything else, rubbing through his feathers in just the right direction or playing with his chest, red faced and biting his lip to narrowly smother his moans. Or if he’s home alone he’ll be as loud as he wants, chanting the name of whoever he’s fantasizing about or just groaning full-force, not holding anything back as he sings his pleasure to his high ceilings. This is his time for indulgence, after all. Pleasure for pleasure’s own sake.
It makes him so wet to ride his special pillow and he loves it. Probably an unorthodox way to get off but he never cares. Especially not when he collapses, shuddering and grinning to himself, and feels totally satisfied and spent.
