Hatame still couldn't help but be amazed at how sensitive her tail was because, seriously, he would have never guessed. After all, whenever he thought of Sakkata's tail he tended to also think "concussion" because that was usually the only reason there was ever any skin to skin contact between his body and Sakki's sexy, muscular appendage. Which was indeed quite sexy right now. But one could imagine that, with this new knowledge in mind...yeah, he wouldn't be letting her live it down. Ever. Not only was it a concussion-maker, but now, in his mind...it was a sex object, or rather...button.
Which also meant that, after she was out of heat...he'd probably be getting another concussion, sadly. Or...maybe even more than one. Oh man...
For now, however, he could live it up and simply enjoy the way Sakkata's body arched against his, his chest pressing against hers, loving the feel, the closeness, and most of all the fact that he could pleasure her. It was kind of odd...he was always on her about being open, always trying to encourage her to trust him. This right here was like, well, the ultimate act of trust and openess, in a way, yet even now, somewhere deep inside, he was a little worried. He didn't want it to just end here; he hoped that, even after all was said and done, even after this whole "heat" thing ended, she could learn to open up about other things, as well. Because, really, after this...there was really nothing left to hide, right?
That's how he looked at it.
He could feel the tremors that ran through her as he stroked her tail--which was surprisingly soft; truthfully, this really was the first time he'd touched it--and just as Sakkata seemed to enjoy that little growl of his, he loved hers, and of course the little mewls. After all, he was a Gryphon, technically...he liked those kinds of sounds, and they really only served to encourage him. Especially when she had kissed him back...
A hoarse laugh escaped him, breath puffing against her ear, when Sakkata smirked and called him a bastard--ahaha, still his Sakki, even now!--and he was content to continue nibbling on her ear when, once again, she attacked his neck. Then it was his turn to growl as she bit the skin beneath his jaw, his breath catching in his throat and a shiver coursing through his body, and he reflexively tilted his head back so she could better access his neck, now having no need to resist since there was no longer a threat of dropping Sakkata or something. Finally, the hand that had been caressing her tail paused, and he lowered his hand from the back of her neck, but only so he could place his hands under her rump and pull her up and into his lap. Any distance, he'd decided, was too far
He'd just let his hands stay there for a while after, too...
As for the collar...if Sakkata asked him, he would honestly say he didn't know. He couldn't; it wouldn't let him take it off, because there was a binding spell woven into it. The most he could do was slip his fingers under it when he washed, but any attempts on his part at removing it failed. He simply couldn't...but...someone else might be able to.
He'd never thought to ask.
He did, however, think to take care of the whole clothing issue, and as Sakkata busied herself with his neck, he slid his hands up her back and around to her front, hands caressing lightly up the sides and over her still-clothed breasts, letting the fabric rub against her skin to act as an extra stimulant. Then it was just a matter of finding the buttons or clasps or whatever it was that held the vest closed--why did women insist on wearing such complicated clothing? Tilting his head down so he could see what he was doing, he finally managed to find and undo the first button, and he dipped down so he could nibble at the newly exposed part of her chest. Then he went for the second one.
"You should let your hair down..." he suggested randomly as he unbuttoned her vest, kissing each inch of skin as he exposed it, right down the middle. Then he paused, raised up, and licked the patch of skin right below her left ear, running his hands up to her shoulders so he could start to push the vest off her. He smirked against the side of her neck. "...I'll let mine down, too..." That was meant purely as a joke, because he had tied it back in a ponytail earlier, but...hey, he would do it!