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Aaron didn't need more encouragement than that, the large grey wings manifesting at his shoulders as soon as they had left the theatre. Gathering Paris to him, the nephilim took to the air.
"Once it gets warm again, we'll have to try this nude." Whether it was the Devil making him think of it (thanks, Dad), or just being a horny teen, Aaron couldn't help but wonder if he could fly in place well enough to fuck the Trojan in midair. He had a feeling that Gabriel would approve.
He'd probably want tickets, the old pervert. Aaron smirked at the image.