With fire chroma charged somewhere in his core, his breaths brought with it plumes of warm steam. The fingers of his wings trembled against his shoulders as he felt his climax ebbing, sense returning to his head, his spare limbs more than prepared to grab hold of this very frisky Iris. She was a hell of a sight, especially like this... he couldn't take it anymore.

"C'mere," he purred, his fingers trailing over her head, down to trace along hers. He reached for her hands to guide her upright as his wing claws were far less subtle, set against the hem of her pants.

"I'd be a real bastard to leave ya hungry..." The claws curled, and set to the button and fly, muscle taut in tugging everything down. Off... these pants needed off. They didn't need a table or even these counters. As his arms opened and his gaze had turned smokier, his body all but screamed his impatience. There was no time to get naked; they'd only need enough bared to feast upon each other.