Mejo grinned and held the socks to him like precious treasures. They were to him because they had Lalliet on them. He loved the little doggie. He was grinning as she said they were cute. "Yep! They are my treasures." He said with a happy smile. Pocketing them again and starts petting Lalliet. Laughing as she licked his face when he leaned over to be close to her. He looked up at Abbigal while he waited for her answer. He could have shirts if he wanted? Mistress Abbigal didn't seem to like when Priscilla was staring at his naked and toned chest. He tilted his head to the side. "I think I should have shirts because Mistress Abbigal did not like when the strange lady Priscilla was staring at my chest. I don't really get why...." he said honestly. "So to keep tension down I should wear shirts and then the strange lady won't stare and it won't make Mistress Abbigal get stormy faced." He said. Grinning as if it was the most brilliant thinking ever. He looked at the two of them. "I just don't see how they are gonna fit around these..." he said. Pulling on the right wings tip indicatingly. "They are soft though." he said with a laugh. They felt like silky feathers.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Heji felt Silva gripping his shoulders with his hands. He felt the legs pressing into his side. The actions told him Silva was in a bit of pain but he knew it wouldn't stay. He knew he would be sore though since it was his first time having sex. He felt Silva's head against his forehead. He could tell the sexy kitty was exhausted. He was still quite energetic but that was just him. He felt Silva clinging to him after he pulled out. He wrapped an arm around silva when the other male's arms wrapped around him. He held him up and grabbed a washcloth. Letting him hold onto him and rather liked how sexy Silva looked right now. He smiled and kissed the top of Silva's head. He moved his arm and got the rag all soapy. He began to wash his lover's backside. Carefully so as to not hurt him. His hand getting completely clean of the cum in the process. He took his time washing every inch of Silva's backside that he could reach with the other males arms around him Slow movements. He whispered. "All mine." In a possessive but gentle way. Not meaning anything bad by it. Just staking his claim so to speak.