Finn floated in the ethereal halls of the Academy, wings tucked neatly against his back. He was an angel-in-training, learning to watch over humans without interfering. Rules were strict: observe, guide subtly, never get too close. But today, during his assignment, something changed. His charge was a young man named Cairo, living in a bustling city below. Cairo worked long hours at a coffee shop, came home to a tiny apartment, and spent evenings sketching in a notebook. There was a quiet sadness in his eyes that tugged at Finn's heart.
At first, Finn just watched. He perched invisibly on Cairo's windowsill, noting how the human laughed with customers or sighed over unpaid bills. But fascination grew. Cairo's sketches were of fantastical creatures like dragons and angels, worlds beyond the ordinary. Did he sense Finn? One night, Cairo looked right at the window, as if feeling the gaze. 'Wish I had someone to talk to,' he muttered, rubbing his temples.
Finn's superiors warned against attachment. 'Stay detached,' they said. But Finn couldn't. He started small interventions like a gentle breeze to flip Cairo's sketchbook to an inspiring page, or a whisper in his ear during tough shifts that sounded like his own thoughts. 'You got this.' Cairo perked up, smiling more. Finn's wings fluttered with excitement each time.
Weeks passed. Finn learned Cairo's routines which were morning runs in the park, late-night snacks of ice cream straight from the tub. The human was handsome, with messy brown hair, green eyes, and a lean build from all that running. Finn, in his angelic form, looked much like a man in his twenties, golden hair and pale skin, but his body hummed with otherworldly energy. He wondered what it would feel like to touch Cairo, to be seen.
One rainy evening, Cairo slipped on the wet sidewalk outside his building, twisting his ankle. Finn panicked. Rules be damned, he manifested a soft glow to cushion the fall, invisible to others but enough to prevent injury. Cairo blinked, looking around. 'Weird... felt like something caught me.' He chuckled, limping inside.
That night, Finn hovered closer than ever, heart racing. Cairo stripped for a shower, towel dropping to reveal his toned body, cock hanging soft between his legs. Finn stared, heat building in his core. Angels weren't supposed to feel lust, but Finn did. He must be broken. He imagined running hands over that skin, tasting the water droplets.
The fascination turned to obsession. Finn skipped guardian lessons to watch Cairo sleep, his breathing steady, sheets tangled around his waist. One dawn, Cairo woke with morning wood, hand sliding down to stroke himself lazily. Finn watched every pump, the way Cairo's abs clenched, pre-cum beading at the tip. When Cairo came with a soft groan, spilling over his fist, Finn nearly moaned aloud. He retreated to the clouds, touching his own hardening cock for the first time, stroking to the memory until he shuddered in release.
Guilt followed, but so did desire. Finn needed more. During a storm, lightning struck near Cairo's building. Finn intervened openly this time, appearing as a hooded figure to pull Cairo from the path of a falling branch. 'Whoa, thanks man,' Cairo said, rain soaking them both. Finn vanished before questions came, but the feeling of Cairo's warm arm under his hand lingered.
Cairo started talking to 'his guardian angel' aloud, joking about it. 'If you're real, show me a sign.' Finn sent a feather to land on his sketchbook. Cairo's eyes widened. 'Holy shit.'
Emboldened, Finn visited in dreams. He appeared as himself, wings folded, sitting on the bed's edge. 'I'm Finn. I've been watching you.' Cairo sat up in the dream, staring. 'You're... an angel?' So they talked about anything and everything. Cairo reached out, fingers brushing Finn's cheek. It felt real, electric. Finn leaned in, kissing him softly. Cairo responded, hands exploring Finn's chest, pinching nipples through the tunic.
The dream escalated. Cairo pushed Finn back, straddling him. 'I want you.' He ground against Finn's erection, both cocks straining. Finn's wings spread wide as Cairo freed them, stroking Finn's length which was long and smooth, glowing faintly. Cairo sucked the tip, tongue swirling, while Finn gasped, hands in Cairo's hair.
'Fuck my mouth,' Cairo urged. Finn thrust up, hips bucking, face-fucking him until he came, filling Cairo's throat with warm essence that tasted like honey. Cairo swallowed, then flipped them, presenting his ass. 'Take me.'
Finn lubed with dream magic, pushing into Cairo's tight hole. It clenched around him, hot and welcoming. He fucked slow at first, then harder, wings beating to match the rhythm. Cairo moaned, jerking his own cock. 'Deeper, angel.' They came together, bodies arching.
Waking, Cairo was hard and sticky, whispering, 'That was intense.' Finn, back in the Academy in reality, panted from the shared dream. He had to see Cairo for real.
Breaking every rule, Finn descended fully, materializing in Cairo's apartment one night. Cairo was sketching by lamplight when Finn appeared, wings shimmering. 'It's you,' Cairo breathed, standing. 'From the dream?'
Finn nodded, stepping close. 'I couldn't stay away. You're everything to me.' Their lips met, real this time. Tongues tangled, hands roaming. Cairo yanked off Finn's tunic, revealing a sculpted chest, nipples hard. He sucked one, biting gently, while palming Finn's bulge.
'Bed. Now,' Cairo said, leading him. They stripped fast—Cairo's cock springing free, thick, smooth and veined like he remembered. Finn knelt, taking it in his mouth without hesitation. He bobbed deep, throat opening supernaturally, humming vibrations that made Cairo buck. 'God, your mouth... suck harder.' Saliva dripped as Finn worked, fingers teasing Cairo's balls, then sliding back to circle his hole.
Cairo pulled him up, kissing messily. 'Fuck me, Finn.' They tumbled to the bed, Cairo on his back, legs spread. Finn positioned his cock at the entrance, pushing in inch by inch. Cairo hissed at the stretch, but arched up. 'Yes, fill me.'
Finn thrust steadily, the bed creaking. Each slide hit deep, prostate grazed, making Cairo cry out. 'Harder! Pound my ass.' Finn gripped his hips, slamming in, wings unfurling to blanket them. Sweat slicked their bodies, cocks rubbing when Finn leaned down to kiss.
'You're so tight,' Finn groaned, hand wrapping around Cairo's shaft, jerking in time. Cairo came first, ropes of cum hitting his chest. His ass spasmed, milking Finn until he exploded, flooding deep with pulsing heat.
They lay tangled, Finn's wings draping over like a blanket. 'This is forbidden,' Finn admitted. 'But I don't care.' Cairo traced a feather. 'Stay. We'll figure it out.'