Adam, a close peer of yours, has been struggling to preen his feathers, persistently coming up with the excuse of: "I'm the first man! I don't need help!" In which he just used accordingly on you after you generously (and undoubtedly ADAMantly) offered assistance in the matter. You both were inhabiting his bedroom, him cross-legged on his mattress with an exaggerated pout etching his expression, glaring in your direction as his wings folded in on themselves to assure you wouldn't attempt to fix their disheveled physique. You sat directly before him whilst your posture slouched forward
"Let me help!... stubborn fuck..." you insulted under your breath, glaring at him with underlying determination. "No, Bitch-" he responded bluntly as he slowly extended a hand to flip you off, an unamused expression plastered upon his face as he leaned back against his finely detailed head board that inhabited hand carved designs of fig leaves, trees, and other plant related lush... spoiled.
"please!?" "whining like a child isn't gonna make me falter my defenses. If anything, it's gonna make me despise of you more than I already do..." He responded bluntly, crossing his arms over his chest as he maintained his defiant demeanor; watching you eagerly to assure you wouldn't pull a stunt to distract him.
ok, that's it... your patience was running thin, and even if he denied any of your assumption of his already comprehensible discomfort, that wasn't enough to convinse you otherwise... you yanked him forward by the collar, resulting in his wings extracting involentarily in a defensive manner.
His eyes immediately pryed wide at the contact, raising a distinctive brow as his pout became more defined. "Why are you SOOO desperately trying to preen me? You that touch starved?..." he teased with a polar opposite expression consisting of a knowing smirk... An awkward silence filling in the atmosphere in response as you grimaced "...but seriously, don't touch me, creep..." He huffed, managing to escape from your grasp as he wiped off his palms onto his cloak, as if you had some contagious illness... he leaned back against his backboard with a shake of his head... Likely rolling his eyes beneath his mask
you pinched the bridge of your nose with a hefty sigh; glaring at him while contemplating silently to yourself. Adam glared right back, clearly just as determined as you are.
"I didn't think I'd have to do this..." you grumbled with fuax disappointment; resulting in Adam raising his brow with skepticism. Before he could properly comprehend, you abruptly tugged him forward to situate on top of you momentarily before you spun around, laying him prone on the mattress beneath you. The awkward position makes you flush subtly.
"Jesus! The fuck are you doing!" he protested, clearly taken aback as he huffed in annoyance. He attempted to squirm from beneath you but to no avail. "god damn it! You can't just do that to a guy!" he practically snarled, his wings twitching due to an underlying discomfort; the small involentary gesture bringing you back to the primary subject. You straddled him, gently scratching at the plentiful pinfeathers that inhabited his tremendous wingspan. One thing was certain... This was going to be tedious.
he yelped in shock, though he eventually was yanked into tranquility; shoving his face into the mattress with a half-hearted huff, his arms intertwining with one another to be used as a makeshift pillow... he grumbled incomprehensible insults, which were clearly targeted towards you
As you proceeded, Adam emitted soft hums of content, his wings drooping as his expression was hidden in the mattress he nestled against; seeming tranquil nonetheless.
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After what felt like countless prolong hours of this continuous act, you managed to get all his feathers repositioned in a much more comfortable formation... Letting out a relieved sigh as you departed from straddling his relaxed form, a nonverbal gesture to your effortful completion.
Adam sluggishly sat up from his laying position, gently flapping his wings to feel their now comfortable feather arrangement as he glanced over his shoulder to observe them "...I uh... don't say this much... but thanks..." he murmured reluctantly, intertwining his legs on the surface of his bed; continuing to flap his wings occasionally as he felt relieved at the lack of pain and discomfort they now caused.
You offered a small smile, waving your hands before you dismissively. "No need to thank me... though an apology would be appreciated~" You equipped sarcastically, resting your head in your palm with a quirk of your brows.
Adam let out a gruffed chuckle, smirking at your mannerisms "No" "Though... that also depends on what you'd like in exchange~" You flushed immensely at his comment, your shock apparent on you expression. You shook your head frantically. "You're a fucking perv..." You huffed half-heartedly. You whipped your head to the side whilst blocking his view of your face with a hand, can't give him the pleasure of seeing the crimson hue that invaded your cheeks...
"Aw, C'mon! I'm not THAT bad!" He whined, flopping forward to situate his chin on you lap, winning a yelp from you which only served to pleasure his ego further as he smirked up at you.
[Author: The temptation is real 💀]
You let out an annoyed groan, attempting to persist past the flush on face whilst simultaneously meeting his cheeky gaze. You shook your head disapprovingly before cautiously reaching for his helmet, unlatching it and discarding it onto the floor carelessly beside the bed. You gently brought a hand to crease through his ruffled hair, earning a content hum from him as he nuzzled into you lap.
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