Kyle
The big anthro bird boy greets his twink little brother like this, all warm, slow, physical, affectionate, the way a massive predator-gentle sibling would:
He stepped up behind his smaller brother, feathers rustling in a soft shrrr as he leaned down, his broad chest brushing the boy’s narrow back, voice low and warm as summer air when he spoke, “Hey, little one… missed that sweet face of yours,” the words rolling out with a lazy purr, his wings folding around them both in a loose half-embrace, his beak nuzzling lightly into the younger brother’s hair, “C’mere, let me look at you.”