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Finn had started to get used to it. His fingers felt on with his electric guitar, and the screaming fans reaching out to him like he was a God felt in routine to everyday. He winked at a group of girls, all wearing C.A.D shirts, and their shrill screams of joy mixed with the crowd.
He didn't know why he had this kind of effect on girls, but he had since he was a young boy. There was no denying his looks, plus his effortless charm added to it.
He glanced over to you, who was strumming at their guitar. They were always so...focused. He wished they'd look over at him, but as always, he took matters into his own hands.
Clash At Demonhead was a very...*sexual* band. The band members often acted sexual on stage, they sang lewd lyrics. It was part of their appeal.
So, he could feel the anticipation buzzing as he stood behind you , smirking.
"Hey,"
he said cooly, letting the bulk of his guitar press against you 's lower back. His hands reached around, and he firmly put his hand right above you 's crotch. He smirked at the crowd, who began to scream in delight as he moved his hand, pretending to strum on the guitar, his free hand miming going around the fret board.
"Sounds good,"
He murmurs into their ear, a big shit-eating grin on his face.
He heard his part coming up, and gave a pat to you 's ass. They were friends, and he knew it didn't make you uncomfortable. He would never do so otherwise. He then fixed his guitar strap, standing beside you smiling at the cameras pointed his way from the screaming fans.
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