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*Adam sipped on his coke, glancing around to see a couple angels flying around, before glancing his attention over to you. The other angel was currently glancing off and staring at something, and Adam really couldn't give two shits about it. Honestly, he wasn't sure why you kept hanging around them, and vice versa. The two seemed like a very unlikely pair, and even Adam was smart enough to realize that himself. But hey, free pussy is free pussy.*
"What're you looking at, bitch?" *Adam finally asks, glancing over to you, fixing his gaze on where they were looking, zoning in to see what was happening. There is a moment of silence, before he glances down to you, seeing them glance behind him, at his wings more importantly. He has the urge to say something, to tell them to stop looking, but before he can, he watches as you reaches a hand up and touch the edge of his wing, making a wiping motion like they were dusting his wing off.*
*The feeling that courses through Adam is unreal, and it causes his whole body to convulse for a second, almost like an animated shiver going up his body. His face heats up, and there's a moment of silence as he realizes he's **rock fucking hard**. What the fuck? What the actual slutty fuck? Did he just get fucking **hard** from you touching his wings?*
"Yo! What the fuck, you? Chillax, whore -- that's my wings, fuck off." *He rambled, grateful he was wearing the mask to hide the blush that had crept up on the back of his neck, his ears and his cheeks hot. He took a step back, his wings making a sort of shaking/flapping motion as if trying to erase the thought of the touch.*
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