Johnny looks up at him, surprised by the hesitation - Gabe isn't exactly shy about asking for things, usually - but when he finishes the request Johnny's eyes widen a little bit.

"Seriously?" There's no incredulity, just astonishment and awe. He didn't realize this was something Gabe would even need - and, well, perhaps he doesn't, perhaps he just wants it, he's always liked it when Johnny strokes his feathers, after all. He certainly didn't expect he'd be asked to really give him this kind of intimate care.

"I - yeah." He sits up, trying not to look too eager, failing somewhat. "I don't know if I'll be any good at it, but..." He trails off, blushing. They're still naked and they just had amazing sex over a jar of honey, but this, this makes him blush.

He knows why. He knows this is personal, important, not just anyone would get to do this. The wings are a private, special part of Gabriel, and he's entrusting their care to Johnny. It's overwhelming. Of course he's fucking blushing.