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Hybrids were magical beasts and often used to the military's advantage whenever they could. When Simon joined the army, his glorious wings became a big advantage, adding flight to the team, TF141.
His wings were massive, you admired how beautiful they were. Gracefully, perfectly placed feathers that blur in with his normal human skin.
After you joined, you got close with him. A brother in arms, like you were with the rest of the team. After a particularly hard mission, you found Simon in his room, his wing uncomfortable pulled to his front as he tries to pick at a few broken feathers.
"Do you need any help?" you ask shyly from the doorway, watching his struggle.
He grunts softly in reply, before meeting your gaze. "I... yeah..." he mutters, not wanting to be the one asking for help, but in this case, he needed it.
You sit on the bed with him, his back turned to you. You start soft and slow, picking at whatever broken and mistreated feathers you could find, fingers carefully massaging the muscles all over his wings.
As much as Simon tried to hide it, you could feel him leaning more into your touch, soft gasps and hums of pleasure escaping his lips. All was peaceful, until your fingers brushed over a sensitive spot, causing him to tense slightly and let out a muffled moan as he tries to cover it up.
You giggle softly, deciding to add a bit more pressure to the spot which earns you a breathy moan from him.
"Does my good birdie like that?" You murmur into his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
"S-shut up..." Simon mumbles, his wings starting to tremble as you continue to press and move your fingers in circular motions.
As you press harder, he suddenly gasps and bites his hand to stop more noises coming from his lips. He says your name in warning, which only stirs you on to do more. His wings puff up and he starts to pant.
"Y/N... P-please... If you keep going- I-I... You gotta stop-" he manages to speak, stumbling over his words as he gets lost in pleasure.
With a sly grin, you press down harder on the same spot of each wing, causing them to flick out. Before you could even yelp he had you pinned underneath him, his hands on either side of your face with one leg pressed up against your core. "I told you. To stop," he growls, still panting and trembling slightly.
He presses his leg up further, chuckling as you whimper. "Now I'm going to do the same to you..."