The chat and solution

After coming down from the high, they cuddled in the bed under the sheet, slightly panting but sticking to each other.

Zadkiel's head was resting on Irvin's chest, hearing his heartbeat thudding and slowly returning to its normal pace while Irvin's hands were roaming on Zadkiel's back, occasionally caressing his feathery wings that were packed.

"Hey... Can I ask you a question?" Zadkiel whispered, making circles on Irvin's bare chest.

"You just did." Irvin chuckled, making him whimper.

"Go on."

"When did you find out about me? I mean, I know that if you had known from the start that I'm the son of the person your father killed, your father wouldn't have called the orphanage to adopt me." He said, now perching up on his elbow to look at his mate's face.