[In truth, Josuke isn't sure whether or not he's actually going to do it, which means that when he feels the warmth of his hand against his wings, he starts in surprise, wings twitching just a little. It's the strangest sensation and it's more because, regardless of who's doing it right now, no one else has ever touched them before... which sounds a lot more suggestive than it really is but the implication is distressing and sets them fluttering all over again. It's not necessarily an unpleasant feeling though, and, to his credit, Kira's very cautious in his examination, barely letting his claws graze across the veins and maneuvering them to get a better look with care. Only when he feels his fingertips ghost along one of the patterns- curves and a point so probably one of the hearts- closer to the base of his wings does he react, skin prickling with goosebumps as he looks over his shoulder, half agitated, half flustered.]

... quit it. [Fuck. His face is hot.] That tickles.

[Any further attempts at that kind of thing are met with a beat of his wings, knocking his hand back but Kira seems to have finished anyway and, at last, Josuke breathes out. That was both a lot less painless and a lot more awkward than he had expected. No wonder he doesn't seem to know what to do with himself when he turns around.]

They're not too bad but I can't get them too wet; they take like a day to dry out and don't work properly for a while. [He shrugs.] And they're not strong enough to lift me even a little.

[Kira's probably could with the right conditions and a little magical encouragement but his own are just too light.]