Zephyrinus is very good. Jaim offers many noises to support this claim. A moan for the hair pulling, quiet breathy ones in time with his thrusts, choked gasps and moans when he hits just the right spot... As he gets closer, the noises get quieter, his voice getting caught on the way out. 

With a firm icy grasp, Zephyrinus' wraps his hand around Jaim's shaft. It's meant to be helpful and... not. To bring him close to the moment, but not too close. At least for as long Zephyrinus can manage it.

He might have some experience in the area.

"Haaaaa-!" 

Jaim spasms so hard he might have actually fallen back into the pool if it weren't for Zephyrinus' hold on him, his entire body clenching up at the unexpected ice cold grip. 

He definitely gets the effects he was after, though, along with 'writhing' and, after a bit, 'whimpering'. 

Great. He gives a couple more thrusts before pulling out. At same time they rise out of the water and Zephyrinus leans to kiss/bite Jaim's lips while he finishes.

Hmmmmnn kissbites. Jaim kisses back languidly, sans bites, arms coming up again to wrap around Zephyrinus' shoulders, fingers curling in his hair.

He is very melty. He might have ascended to a higher plane at some point during the past few minutes. 

(A convenient thing about pool sex, which Zephyrinus may not have had the chance to discover before: no need to clean up afterwards. Less convenient: the lack of a bed for cuddling in.

Jaim might be sad about this, were he not being held in midair by objectively the best person he has ever met, and also were he not too blissed out to think.)

Zephyrinus gets into a lounging position and snuggles Jaim. He is very content.

(Oh yes, water is also good for snuggling in, problem solved.)

After a while, he shifts a bit, before stilling when the movement tugs on one of the scratches on his chest. He relaxes again once he's figured out what caused the twinge.

"...am I bleeding on you?" He mumbles. He doesn't really care just now, but he's not sure if Zephyrinus might. 

"You're not. Sharp ice on warm skin feels worse than actually is. And I know how to be careful."

"Oh good." More snuggle. 

"...I should still heal them," he says sadly, "Before I get back to the fort." 

"Yeah that's prudent." Zephyrinus kisses a scratch.

Thoughtful pause. "Would you rather know about a security related secret or not?"

"...How dangerous is sharing it, for you?" He's curious, but not at the expense of Zephyrinus' safety. "No one is likely to attempt to read my mind - it's very expensive, and I would almost certainly notice," he adds. 

"Possibly quite a lot. But I am planning to tell the wanderer so at least one person in this world knows."

"Perhaps you shouldn't tell me, then," he murmurs reluctantly. "Anything so important..." He presses a kiss to Zephyrinus' lips, "The Wanderer can tell me if I need to know, and you aren't around. Your safety is more important than my curiosity." 

Nod nod. "Alright, that's the prudent option."

"It is."

He hums, "Weren't you going to try swimming in your other forms?" He asks idly. 

"I was, if you don't mind." Zephyrinus kisses Jaim's forehead.

Forehead kiss! That makes him blush, for some reason. He'd thought he was done with the blushing, but apparently that was wishful thinking.

"Not at all. I can get to work on these scratches, in the meantime."

Zephyrinus nods and breaks the hug.

He goes away to change form and is back a minute later in a winged form. Actual feathery wings this time. "It's good to stretch them again."

He takes care of some of the scratches while he's gone - and the bites and other marks on his neck and shoulders, even less happy about that part. After some consideration, he leaves the ones on his back. No one's likely to see them, anyway. 

When Zephyrinus comes back, he looks up to smile at him - and then stills for a long moment, staring. In awe, mostly. Mostly. 

"...Gods, you're gorgeous." The words slip out almost unconsciously. 

"Right back at you. And you didn't even have the help of magic for that." He starts getting into the pool carefully, but then he stands up and dive bombs into it instead.

He grins at the compliment, blushing again. 

"Ack!" He covers his face just a bit too late to avoid a faceful of water. 

Once the waves die down a bit, he swims out to where Zephyrinus had landed.

"This is even more fun in a form that deals better with the heat."  He splashes with the wings.

(Adorable)

"They will likely get soaked in here," he mentions, "Unless you are a water dwelling bird," he adds with a laugh, "Which seems unlikely."

He swims closer, eyeing the wings. 

"May I-?" He lifts a hand towards one.