Mark reached out, pulling his brilliant, idiotic husband in for a hug.
"I'm just glad you're ok." Mark said, squeezing his husband close. His hands rested on Brad's back, which was...twitching.
He paused, looking at Brad. "Are you good? Is this that machine acting up?"
Brad had no choice but to look away, as he made his way into their home. "I, uh..no. No, that's.."
He blushed even harder as Mark gave him a quizzical look.
"My wings." He explained, as they came to a stop in the bedroom. "When I got excited, my wings would always go crazy. It feels weird to..I know this sounds absurd, but it feels uncomfortable without them now. A bit. And the eyesight. Everything feels a bit boxed in, now. I wish there was a way I could.."
Brad stopped, before he got too lost in thought. "It's crazy, I know."
Mark leaned in, the leer returning to his face. "Why not give yourself just the wings back?"
Brad almost couldn't believe the question. "W--what?"
Mark nodded, egging Brad on. "I'm here now. You have a machine that makes you basically god. Why not give yourself wings if you miss them so badly?"
Brad's dick throbbed, stiffening at the thought. His eyes drifted to the remote, still in Mark's hand. "Mark, that's..a guy walking around with giant fly wings? That's-"
"Hot." Mark interrupted, pressing the case. "That's hot as fuck."
"What are you, some kind of monsterfucker?" Brad shot back, feeling a bit like things hadn't de-escalated at all.
Mark scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Babe, you have a shrink ray. You think the guy you married doesn't have a few quirks of his own?"
Mark reached out, rolling his hand around Brad's dick and giving it a squeeze. "Cmon. Don't let that machine have the last laugh."