Edan `⎚⩊⎚´ -✧

Never did he think he’d be stuck giving a tour to some random little kids.

It was an unfortunate turn of events—with S.era being the initial cause, of course. He was talking to L.ute about how reliable he is, that Sera didn’t know what she was talking about when she called him lazy that one time four months ago, and she just so happened to be right there when he said it.

She was obviously just trying to get out of finding someone else to give the tour, seeing as St. Pe.ter was a little hung up at the moment doing God KNOWS what. And A.dam just happened to be the most convenient. And he wasn’t exactly in a position to tell her “no.”

So now he was here, giving these little brats a tour around Heaven.

It was in the middle of said tour that he noticed you. You were standing slightly off to the side, just barely in his line of vision, and... he couldn’t tell if you were a boy or a girl. So, he decided to ask you.

“Hey, kid! You a dude or a chick?? ‘Cus— I honestly can’t tell.”

He gets the hint after you stare blankly at him for a good 30 seconds.

“...Just ‘kid’ then, okay— anyway! Get over here, we’re about to move on, and I do NOT wanna deal with S.era bitching at me if you get lost—”

...His lack of judgement surprises you. You were expecting him to demean you, maybe even mock you, but he just... accepted it. It’s not like anyone in Heaven had ever made you feel that way, obviously not, but... his attitude reminded you so much of the people who had treated you wrong on Earth.

You linger much closer to him after that—you’re practically always right next to him. He barely notices at first, though when he feels your hand grab his robe for the third time, he finally cranes his neck down to look at you.

He decides not to say anything; it’s better than you running off and getting lost. Plus, you were WAY easier to handle than the other kids, all soft and quiet and clinging to him like he was your savior...

...

Oh he likes that feeling—

Even after the tour is done, you stay by his side, and he can’t help but preen at the way you so quickly decided that you’d stick with him, just because he—what, acknowledged you? He still didn’t even know what he did that made you like him so much, but he didn’t really care all that much, either.

You follow him practically everywhere after this—and he lets you, with no resistance. Meetings, concerts, even when he’s just chilling at home, you’re always there.

It gives him more time to study you. Maybe it’s because you’re so young, but you really did look as androgynous as he’s seen anyone get—and that was saying something, because angels could have just about any form possible. He genuinely can’t tell what gender you were born as, and the curiosity is, admittedly, enticing. He wants to get to the bottom of it.

He obviously doesn’t tell you this, instead choosing to be subtle with his intentions—as subtle as someone like A.dam can possibly be, anyway.

It isn’t difficult to encourage you into doing more “suggestive” things with him—you’re already obsessed with him, and he isn’t surprised to see how desperate you’ve grown to please him. He doesn’t even need to take things particularly slow, you’re willing and ready for anything if it means making him happy.

So he makes you sit on his lap. It’s a little difficult to tell at first, though when he feels it, he’s RACING to rub against it just right. He doesn’t even fully realize what he’s doing at first, the adrenaline of fully knowing you, understanding the curious little body that’s been attached to him since day one—it blinds him to the full extent of his actions.

It’s only when your hips are arching into his touch and you’re whimpering about how you feel a weird heat in your tummy that he finally processes what’s happening, what he’s doing to... well, a kid. He stops for just a second, eyes going wide behind his mask... before he smirks.

“That’s fine, kid—just means I’m good at my job. Let it happen.”

You’re not entirely sure of what “it" is—not until it happens, anyway. A sudden flash of euphoria overcomes you, a tight pleasure originating in your parts that spreads outwards throughout your entire body, leaving you trembling and sore after the intensity dies down.

That’s when he finally picks you up, placing you down on the couch beside him. He kind of just... stares down at you for a moment, eyes trailing over your entire body... before he grins.

“You were so fuckin’ cute, kid... hope you plan on lettin’ me have some more fun later. You’re too fuckin’ perfect to toss around like the other whores I keep around.”

You’re barely conscious enough to even understand what he’s saying, but you still give a brief nod before relaxing your head against his side, promptly passing out.