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“So, you mean that–in order to promote the hotel, Charlie started producing acrylic stands of Sir Pentious and the hotel staff?”

“Yep. She is actually handing them out in the plaza as we speak, with Niffty.” declares Vaggie, psyched that the little bugger is not there to stab and destroy and now Vaggie might even allow herself one or two seconds to catch a breath.

Cherri rolls her eye, playfully scorningly, resting her arm on Husk’s bar counter, where everyone had gathered listening to the commotion outside the hotel’s doors. “Now, that’s a bad idea.”

“She said that she based the sizes on how close to redemption everyone is. Of course, Sir Pentious is the bigger… flashier one. It actually hurts to look at it.”

“I wonder what could go wrong with a dumbfuck idea like that.” Husk comments, wrinkling his nose. “Besides, there’s a very low chance that size actually counts in this kind of… Whatever the fuck she is trying to do this time.”

“Size always counts, Whiskers. Never forget that.” Angel -– comfortably stretched over the glassy surface of the counter, way closer to its bartender than everyone else is — rebuts, tracing the very clear outline of a penis over the glossy surface of the bar’s counter with his finger.

“Well, I saw them and you’re a very decent size M.” reassures Vaggie— cautiously optimistic and squeezing her shoulders, after shooting a death glare at Angel.

“I bet.” Angel cuts in, unfazed and grinning wantonly, his eyes following Husk’s silhouette as the former’s pointy little ears twitch almost imperceptibly.

Husk sneers, softly remarking that he is far from being anything bigger than an S with that afterlife body.

“Oh, I’ll be the judge of that, cupcake.” interrupts Angel, leaning even more over the pearly surface, not even hiding the sultry, eager smile on his lips. “Let me see the M.”

“Oh, wait,” Husk strangely answers back, bringing his hands closer to the hem of his trousers, dangerously reaching for the fly as an instantly and uncharacteristically flabbergasted Angel watches astonished, gazing at the tips of one of Husk’s claws sneaking into the edge of the trousers just enough to make Angel unreasonably unruly.

And just like that, the paw swiftly pulls out, shoving then the very straight line of a middle finger right onto Angel’s face.

On the inside Angel groans, exasperated and disappointed but on the outside he laughs, fluttering his eyelashes and pushing the hand away. “God, yer such a prude.”

“And you’re such a hoe.” Husk retorts, smiling and shaking his head while stacking clean glasses on the shelves behind him.

“Tell me somethin’ I don’t know.” Angel snickers, sinuousily bending over the counter, letting his chin rest on both his upper hands. Cherri groans, barely holding a profanity back and, fed up, walks away with Vaggie.

In the sudden quiet that descends Husk glances back at Angel, for a very brief moment. “Your fur. It gets fluffier when you’re relaxed.”

Caught completely off guard, Angel’s eyes open up like a deer in headlights, mouth hanging open and the tips of his fingers immediately feeling the hot burning of the blushing blooming on his cheeks. Fuck! What??

“Somethin' I thought you’d like to know.” Husk continued, another quick glance betraying that usual aloof and grumpy tone, his eyes furtively trying to catch a glimpse of how Angel is responding.

“G-god, yer so bad at flirtin’ it’s embarrassin’!” Angel bursts out laughing and he himself hears the shameful flustered crack in his voice. For fuck’s sake.

“Flirt–?? That cuz you assume all the flirting's gotta be sexual, you floozy wench!” Husk angrily rebuts, blushing hard.

“Babycakes, ya wouldn’t recognize flirtin’ even if it hit your cute lil’ kitten snout straight on.” Angel simply responds, blowing a kiss to the aforementioned cute little kitten snout. How he would love to kiss that cute little kitten snout for real.

Yep.

So.

At first, Angel thought that whatever it is that he’s feeling recently towards the – admittedly, deliciously hunky – demon cat is what someone would simply call the good old thrill of the chase.

After all, it usually takes just a bunch of scandalously-enough moans to get in bed with whomever and whatever he wants, even when he doesn't want to – but Husk… he is always so stubbornly leery and apparently immune to it, that it makes the skin under his fur prickle like there’s pure electricity coursing through it.

It doesn’t help that also – despite all the fuckery going around him and what he and his demon form represent— the grumpy, self-righteous avian kitty cat is the one that actually believes in him without an agenda and that feels sure he’s the closest one to redemption between all of them.

Mental, right? Absolutely moronic.

He doesn’t like what he feels, but he can’t help it. Does he want to be even closer to Husk? Sure. Does he want him to know how he feels about him? Well, he’d love to. But that wouldn't get them anywhere now, wouldn’t it? Especially now that they’ve gotten so close as friends.

Teasing him is fun. It doesn’t work if he makes his heart flutter like that, though.

As his mind is flurring like a tornado, the hotel’s main door suddenly busts open and they both can see Charlie running through it with Niffty cackling right behind her as some extremely ill-sized acrylic stands of Sir Pentious crash down at the entrance, all while some people on the outside throw get losts and fucking weirdos around.

Vaggie immediately materializes in the lobby and comforts Charlie, taking her to her rooms while Niffty, bless her soul, plays with the sharp edges of the broken plastic.

“Yeah.” Husk declares, “This calls for a drink.” taking a nice bottle full of amber-colored whisky out to the counter and two glasses, Husk pours some for them both.

“Ya read my mind, whiskers.”

They continue drinking and laughing until the evening sets in and the lobby begins to quiet down, without even realizing that time is passing. And by the time that happens they’re, unsurprisingly, already a few glasses in.

“... aand so basically that’s why now baby Nuggs pretends only freshly-baked hell-chicken thighs! Can ya believe it??” They’re laughing and snickering like there’s no one else in hell, and Angel softly exhales after they finish giggling at Fat Nuggets’ weird diet, stopping his smitten ass just in time before being caught smiling tenderly at how relaxed Husk looks now.

“Aw c’mon Whiskers,” whines Angel at him, his cheeks flushed and pie-eyed because they took it slow but hard. “Sit with me.” he tries to suggest, “I won’t bite… maybe.”

“Please. You'd chew me and then whine I'm, like, way too chewy.” grumbles then Husk, bringing another bottle out from behind the counter, where he stays.

“What! Don’t you like me, Husky?”

“It would take only a taste to know I don't." Husk says, but there is a soft smirk on his lips, so it doesn’t come out as stingy as it seems.

Angel laughs, because it’s as close to affection as Husk gets, usually.

“Sometimes one bite is more than enough, kitten.Try me.” he smirks, pouting his lips and giving him his most foxy wink, arching his back so his chest’s fur looks even more inviting.

“Kid, you don’t even know how to flirt without tryna open your legs. I ain’t going to humor that.”

Angel's smile opens on his lips, his golden, pointy tooth shining under the dim light of the bar as he rests his chin on one of his hands and he folds the other pair over his lap. “Oh, yeah? So what would you humor then, micione?”

Husk tidies up the surface of the counter, wiping it with a napkin as he gets rid of the bottle they emptied. “Somethin’ that’s worth my time, coglione.”

“Oh, so ya got standards, now?”

Husk frowns, but it doesn’t feel too grim. “Always had ‘em. You just never noticed." He glances with those round, honey-yellow eyes at Angel for the shortest moment, and Angel feels that sudden tingling sensation of when he accidentally touches something charged with static electricity. The hell, is he trying to have the upper hand now? Never.

“What, ya finally ready to bed me?” He grins, cocky. He knows that Husk gets riled up when Angel gets overtly sexual and now he’s purposefully trying to make him squirm. It’s mostly about feeling a bit more in control and also letting off some of the steamy hot feelings he has without having to be really honest with them. At least, that’s what therapy seems to be suggesting.

“Heh.” Husk gently scoffs, eyelids now closed and a smile creasing his lips as he pulls his glass close to his mouth. “Kid, you wouldn’t know what to do if I said yes.”

Angel chokes, the drink spewing out of his lips like he’s a prim schoolgirl hearing about cock-sucking for the first time in her life. He can’t believe he just spit-took in his face. It just didn’t happen. It didn’t.

The wetness of the liquor dripping from his chin is shameful enough and for what feels like the longest second ever he can’t even look up. Until he does, and those golden pupils are looking at him, stumped.

And then he hears the chuckle. And he sees the angles of his eyes wrinkle as he lets out what Angel feels like it’s the fondest laugh that his ears had the privilege to ever hear.

Man, he’s really fucked. Deeply, utterly fucked. When did he ever find a laugh endearing? For fuck’s sake.

“Are you fuckin’ laughin’?” Angel blurts, pressing the back of his hand on his chin, trying to wipe the liquor away. “Oh my God.”

Husk snorts, gleefully filling Angel’s glass full again even to just mock him a little bit more. “What was that, legs? Thought you were a pro at downing stuff.”

“I can’t fuckin’ believe it.” mumbles Angel, snatching the glass and gulping it down in one go, as if he has something to prove.

Snickering more, Husk leans over the glassy, marbled surface of the counter, tilting his head towards Angel, clinking his glass over Angel’s empty one. “There’s a first time for everything, I guess.”

“Are ya shittin’ me?”

“Most definitely.”

Fuck.

That drunk smirk.

And even though the loud beating of his heart is making thinking very difficult, a sudden, sparking epiphany flashes right through his panicking mind and it finally dawns on his drunk, smitten ass.

“...You’re flirtin’ back.”

He sees as Husk hooded, glossy eyes rolling to look at him, one long, red eyebrow cocking in a shifty expression that he tries to hide by moving the glass closer to his lips. “You’re trippin’.”

“Oh my fuckin’ God. You’re straight up flirtin’ back!!”

“Yeah, well that ain’t no damn flirting.” His words sound more slurred than his usual drunken speech, his snout looks a darker shade of red than before.

“The fuck it ain’t!”

Husk sets the glass down, the barely leftover amber-like liquid swirling at the bottom. “Oh, kid. You wanna see how real flirting's done?”

And before Angel can ever answer – and he had a very good comeback, he swears – Husk’s snout tilts closer to his face, closer than he ever even dared to imagine – who he’s kidding, he imagined it countless times already.

He sees the long whiskers almost brushing on his fur, he notices the glowing golden yellow of his glazed eyes, he can feel the heat of his body, he can smell the whisky on his breath. He can see his lips, and they look chapped, yes, but so soft.

Well, he’ll be damned. Husk hasn’t done anything but get closer, and it already feels like an exceptionally good first move.

Holy smokes, Angel scolds himself, am I holding my breath? In anticipation? Fuckin’ pathetic. But yes. He is waiting for him to make his move.

“Real flirting’s quiet.” Husk asserts, his head just slightly leaning in. Like he’s ready for a… kiss. “It’s when you lower your voice and say somethin’ meant only for them.”

Oh, yep. Angel felt that tone dropping lower than usual, like, immediately. And the fur on his nape stood up like soldiers during roll call. “Like what…?”

“That if I were really flirtin’ with you, and, mind you, I am not, I’d start by tellin’ you the truth.” Husk’s raspy voice rumbles like a thunder in Angel’s chest, and he doesn’t know if it’s the alcohol or his face threatening to melt off as the demonstration continues, but it’s getting way too hot. It feels dangerous, and the thing is that he doesn’t feel scared, not even a bit. Which should be scary by itself.

“What truth…?” Says Angel, and he notices way too late that he’s hanging from Husk’s lips like they’re the gardens of Babylon. Damn, hunky kitten’s got game, all right.

“That… when you walk into a room everything else just fades into the background." Angel’s hand that is still keeping his own chin up twitches like it had been just prickled with a million pins. God, so freakin’ corny. And despite that, he can’t even form a thought, not a single sound comes out of his throat. His mind is in shambles. His lips are hanging open. He’s locked in.

“And if I wanted you, I’d tell you that you’re trouble I wouldn’t mind lettin’ ruin me.”

Son of a bitch.

Husk’s flirting is so precise and unexpectedly sexy without feeling slimy. It’s… it feels like it could be addictive. Angel should feel threatened, instead he edges in, his ass now barely on the stool. He wants to hear more. He wants to feel more.

“Ya makin’ a move right now…?”

“Wouldn’t have to. You’re already comin’ closer.”

Angel nearly drops off the barstool.

“See?” Husk concludes, taking both glasses off the counter to clean them up. “Legs gone. Lesson learned. Goodnight."

“Wait a goddamn minute.”

Husk is still grinning like he won the fricking lottery and fuck, that’s a lot of firsts for Angel in just ten minutes. His legs really feel like jelly and it usually only happens after a very good orgasm.

What does he do with the knowledge that legs can become jelly with just words and flirting?

“What is it now, legs?” softly grinning, his snout still very flushed and very clearly drunk, Husk seemingly gets ready to punch out for the day. “You dunno what to do after being flirted with like an adult?”

Hah! Ridicolous. Since when Husk is a master casanova that now directly manages to make him feel giddy and silly all over? What the hell is happening, is he actually sending signals? Is he… no, it can’t be, right?

He’s just so drunk… that he’s hitting on him like he means it, right? He’s hitting on him.

Angel tries to compose himself, sitting straight back again on the stool and fighting that familiar light-headedness that comes with downing an entire bottle of whisky which, as a matter of fact, is a sensation unexpectedly similar to being flirted with from the object of your dreams.

“I hate you.” he declares, even to just regain control of the situation a little bit. “But sexy hate. Like, this-was-way-too-hot kind of sexy hate.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Husk tries to dismiss, his ears flinching, softly. Again. “You don’t have to get dirty, y’know. Just honest.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, I can see your ears twitchin’!” Angel blurts out, and he immediately hears his heartbeat roaring in the eardrums and now everything sounds like it’s a muffled mess. Though he is used to losing his senses in the worst ways possible, this feels like a very different kind of overwhelming.

Husk is staring at him, and for the first time during that absolutely bonkers of an exchange he looks taken aback.

Oh, what? He thought he wouldn’t notice the small twitch his ears do every time Angel says something sexy to him? How his snout almost imperceptibly wrinkles, and the flush on his cheeks gets wider? He’s not that stupid.

“Fuck, if I’m readin’ this wrong–” Angel utters, climbing over the pearly counter and carding his hands into the fluff of Husk’s cheeks. They are soft and they feel warm, and Angel can’t even begin to recount how many times he had to stop himself from imagining how they would feel. And the alcohol does make him that much unhinged.

Husk looks stumped, but he doesn’t seem to be moving an inch. Angel glances into those deep honeypot eyes, he hesitates, his brain drunk enough to have let him do that but sober enough to begin sounding the alarms. The fuck… the fuck are you doing, Anthony?

It feels like an eternity passed since he cupped Husk’s face and remained basically frozen in place, gazing – almost yearningly – into his eyes but, in actual fact, it has been just a few seconds. It’s only when he hears an almost imperceptible, throaty, expectant exhale leaving Husk’s lips that his brain jump-starts again and every reticence gets overridden.

And he kisses Husk. One of the worst decisions his brain could have ever made. But he did. And the way his fur is standing on his nape, the tingling shiver running from the tips of his fingers to his legs and toes, the way his stomach is exploding with butterflies, they ain’t lying.

Jeez.

Jeez, jeez, jeez. He’s already on the verge of regretting it all, a fool to have forced his hand when he should’ve been content with just his friendship. But then he feels a nuzzle, Husk’s snout pressing ever so slightly on his cheek, Angel clearly notices Husk lips parting, pressing on his own, and he’s kissing back.

Angel’s head is static noise.

All sounds become muffled and at the same time he thinks he hears a high pitched noise in his head, like a little inside voice screaming. Of joy or fear, he still doesn’t know.

Wow, he even starts to think, it’s probably the most vanilla kiss he had had in a good while.

While he’s pondering how in spite of that his skin is prickling and tingling and he feels giddy, one soft, contained growl vibrates on his lips and merely a second later his back is bending backwards because Husk’s pushing on him with his body and his mouth and his tongue.

And there they are again, the jelly, quivering legs.

Angel dives in, he’s hungry– he never knew lips could taste this delicious. His fingers caress Husk’s fur, they keep him close to his face, he’s bobbing his head following the direction of his kisses and the swirling of their tongues – Husk’s own cat-like one is coarse, rough and it feels exceptionally good inside his mouth. He actually shivers when one of Husk’s paws presses on his leg.

Usually by this time he’s already bent on some hard surface, servicing, letting the others make good use of him. But nothing seems to suggest that Husk has any intention of stopping what they’re already doing.

Impatient, Angel’s second set of arms presses on Husk’s neck and now he’s keeping him close like he’s afraid he could dash off at any moment. He adjusts his position, straightens his back and now he’s the one pushing on Husk’s mouth, devouring it just as if he’s that delicious whiskey he can still taste on his lips. Angel sucks the bottom one, and he feels Husk’s claws digging on his trembling, sensible thigh.

He moans.

They both pop their eyes open, startled, and whatever had gotten into them now is lost.

The two look at each other, amazed and spooked, spit still shining on their mouths.

That tingling sensation now starts to become panic. The only thing Angel manages to do is clear his throat and giggle nervously while taking both his hands off Husk’s nape. “Heheh, well…”

“Well, time to go to bed.” “Yep, yep, yep. Goodnight.” and other panicky conversation fillers like I gotta go to work and I have to clean the bar and Angel is sprinting towards his room like he could be an olympic athlete and Husk is trying to clean the light fixtures with his cocktail napkin.

God, that sweet aftertaste is already starting to feel like regret.

Surprisingly for no one Angel couldn't manage to sleep a wink, even after coming back from his nightly work gig. And to be totally fair, he doesn’t even remember how he got there, how he dressed up, what he sang, or how he got home. Nothing. His body went essentially on autopilot mode while his mind replayed the kiss over and over before his eyes.

He stares at the ceiling of his room, practically awestruck, with kiss-tongue-kiss in playback before his eyes until morning.

And when he manages to reboot the loop of thoughts, a shiver runs down his spine when he notices he didn’t, like, immediately texted Cherri after the fact. He would’ve been I KISSED HIM and she would’ve been like What????? And he would’ve replied AND HE KISSED ME BACK!! And now he actually shudders thinking how much she’s gonna get mad that he waited the whole night before telling her.

What if he doesn’t tell her, though.

If he does, Husk is going to know for sure. Already knowing that Cherri is the least subtle person in the room, Husk is also extremely and annoyingly good at reading people! And Angel suddenly feels very self-conscious about the fact that maybe–Husk wouldn’t want people to know. About the kiss. About them drunkenly sucking each other’s faces on the bar counter on a Tuesday evening.

Fuckin’ hell. What is he supposed to do now? They went at it like two drunk, horny teenagers. What he’s supposed to do with that!!

Hair disheveled, Angel straightens himself up to sit on his bed, Fat Nuggets climbing on to cuddle on his lap.

Still can’t believe he spent the whole night replaying that sloppy make out session in his mind over and over. He thinks he embellished it a little though, and he would lie if he said that his mind didn’t concoct two or twelve or two hundred different ending scenarios, most of which would make even his co-stars blush – of course he knows they wouldn’t, they’re pros and they’re freaks. But, hey, it’s not his fault, really. He likes sex. And he wants to be touched by Husk so fuckin’ bad it’s not fair.

The thigh that Husk squeezed still feels tingly when he thinks about it. He can’t even fathom to imagine how his whole body would feel between those claws.

Ah, shit. Not the time to get horny. Also, who gets horny for a thigh squeeze? God, lame.

Alas.

A quick alone time in the shower doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.

Refreshed and emptied, Angel takes courage and goes down to the lobby to have breakfast – as if he ever had breakfast with anything other than a cigarette and a coffee.

Okay, he just wants to see Husk. Which is usually the reason why he even has breakfast some days.

The smell of coffee is permeating the lobby, and Angel almost shambles down the stairs, gazing tenderly at his lovely loser of a bartender making coffee from up there. But as he gets closer, blood starts pumping restlessly in his ears and by the time he reaches the bar, he’s overwhelmed by this eerie feeling, like he’s just about to be hit by a truck of anxiety.

Husk’s ears and wings flinch – not the sexy kind of flinch that Angel likes, sadly – and when he turns around to meet Angel’s gaze, they both comically freeze in place.

No one speaks.

They both stand there for a full three seconds.

Then Angel sees Husk’s eyes diverting very quickly towards his lips before going back to look at him.

Shit, that was hot as fuck and now Angel’s skin is all a-tingle again, his mouth as dry as the desert.

Husk said so himself, right? Real flirting’s quiet. So, maybe-–

“Mornin’!!” Husk yells, like the whole hotel has to hear it, after a sharp inhale. And, already jittery on his own, Angel unwittingly matches that energy.

“MORNIN’! HAHA, nothing weird about this mornin’!!”

“Stop yelling.”

“Ya yelled first!!”

“I wasn’t– shut up.” Husk grunts, clearing his throat before promptly reaching for the freshly brewed pot. “…Coffee?”

“Yep. Normal coffee. For normal friends. Who do not kiss.” not knowing what possessed him to say something so stupid and foolish and dumb, Angel sits at the counter wishing that some Overlord would come and open the floor underneath him to swallow him whole.

“…damn, you went right there.” mutters Husk, pushing the poured cup towards Angel.

“RIGHT.” Angel continues as high-pitched as he started, reaches for the cup and his fingers brushes Husk’s, triggering a crisis event in both of them.

Angel feels heat crawl up the back of his neck, Husk’s fur stands up.

They pull away, but slowly. So slowly that Angel can hear Husk’s claws clinking on the ceramic. Like neither of them wants to be the first to break contact. What in the everloving fuck is even happening, now? Are they trapped in someone’s mushy fantasy?

The coffee mug feels like it weighs a million tons, Angel fingers are shaking and that almost makes him drop the whole thing on the counter.

“Jesus, kid.”

“I’M FINE.” Angel blurts out, draining the whole thing in one gulp before another teenage romcom trope happens.

“No, you’re not.”

“Yer not either.”

“Didn’t say I was.”

Angel swallows, tapping his fingers on the empty mug.

“Sorry.”

Husk’s wings wince softly, glancing at Angel and his pupils dilates – barely, but Angel notices. Husk goes back pouring himself a cup with the focus of a man defusing a bomb.

“Rare to hear you sayin’ sorry.” Husk’s mouth has the flicker of a smile. “You really have changed.”

It’s nothing. Or at least, it should be nothing. After all, lately Husk has been very supportive of him and his journey. So the real question should be why in the whole freaking hell his damn legs are like melted butter on a sunny day, again. Goddamn it, Angel knows the answer.

He can’t help but powerlessly blush, trying to hide the flushing of his cheeks with the coffee mug. “...’s nothin’”, Angel says, feeling the heat radiating from his ears down his neck.

“I… think it’s something.”

Angel peeks from the mug, Husk’s half-smile is sincere and warm and if feelings could take physical form, Angel would be currently surrounded by pink hearts popping around his head.

And so he leans in, the mug still on his hands, still trying to hide his blushing cheeks. “You really do?”

Like gravity seemingly pulling him in, Husk also leans forward, one hand sliding on the counter, so close to him they might touch if his fingers twitch, his head tilts and their eyes interlock. “I really do.”

Angel’s fingers clench at the mug. He is too sober for this, so why does he feel like he’s intoxicated anyway?

As his heartbeat is reaching close to the point of no return, Angel quietly deduces that the only thing separating their mouths is the mug he has in his hands.

Even though his eyes can’t stop looking at Husk, he’s pretty sure there is no one important in the lobby anyway, or at least no one interested in whatever they are doing, like Rooster or something. And even if there was, if they’re really headed towards another kiss, he doesn’t fucking care.

Christ, anticipating a kiss like he’s on his first rodeo, his standards are sinking really low.

“Feels like you’re tryin’ to get close again.” Husk murmurs, and if it wasn’t so sexy it would actually be funny because he is the one actually leaning in so close Angel could smooch him right there without moving an inch.

Eyes sparkling and feeling emboldened, Angel’s voice drops to a breathy whisper. “Feels like you’re not tryin’ to stop me.”

He finally lowers the mug, and—

“Hey, there you are, bitch! You haven’t answered any of my texts yest– what the fuck is happening here?”

“NOTHING.” another yell, Angel straightens his back with the speed of a rocket and drinks from a very obviously empty cup.

Cherri Bomb’s eyebrow is so arched it might as well reach the ceiling while she watches as Husk slowly, mechanically turns away and starts to very clearly pretend to arrange bottles on the shelf.

Shit. Angel knows he’s already dead but he would really like to die again at this exact moment and he can sense Husk is probably thinking the same thing because his tail is alert and he never saw it standing so high and stiff.

Hah. In another moment, he would’ve gloated at the words high and stiff in reference to Husk.

But now? Survival mode is kicking in. Is he even going to survive Cherri Bomb? She’s gonna blast his ass with explosives.

At least he got a kiss from Husk before meeting his untimely second end.

“... coffee?” He hears Husk throw out, almost meekly, as some sort of life vest for both of them.

“Yeah.” she is grinning, and they both don’t understand what the fuck that freaky smile means. “But make it to-go. Angel, you, me, lounge, now.”

They both watch as Cherri turns around towards the lounge.

“... we– don’t have to-go cups.”

Angel sits on the lounge couch and Cherri is cross-legged right next to him, seemingly trying to burn a hole in his face with just the force of how intensely she’s staring at him.

“So, Angie. Honey. Babe. What the hell was that?”

“Uhmm…” Angel fidgets, because he knows he has to tell her, there is no escape from it now, but being caught basically red-handed is very different than trying to slide wekissed into a friendly conversation. “Nothiiin’– I mean, we are in hell, everything's hell, right? Haha.”

“Don’t even try, bitch.” oh, he knows nowadays she calls him bitch only when something’s wrong. “You were making fuck-me-eyes with the dork cat. Not at. What. Happened.”

Yeah, he doesn’t like how observant she has become since staying at the hotel. It was easier to avoid his feelings when Cherri didn’t know about them!

“All right, so we totally might've... like, might've … we might’ve kissed last night.”

Cherri’s jaw drops and she slaps her hand over one of her crossed thighs. “YOU WHAT?!”

“Okay calm down, it was an accid–nope, it wasn’t, it—we were drunk, ya know? And for once, he was totally flirting back, and it just kinda–”

“YOU KISSED HUSK AND YOU DIDN’T TEXT ME?!”

“Shut up–!! Ya want the whole city to know?!” Angel tries to use all of his hands to stop her, as if they could somehow catch the words after they left her mouth. “I ain't even know how I rolled outta bed this mornin', I was out of it the whole time after!! I panicked hard.”

“My brother in explosives, I’m literally your emergency contact for stupid, drunken choices!”

“I know– I chickened out.” Angel caresses his nape, pursing his lips, pensive. He understands why he didn’t text Cherri right after it happened. Because then he would have to face it – like it’s happening now.

“It felt… Oh, Cherri. It felt so real. It was warm, and–-and then I moaned like an idiot and I panicked and ran away like a dumbass.”

“You mean you didn’t smash?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Yep.”

Cherri puts her ‘this is serious’ face on, which is something that’s rarely seen. “I knew you were fucked, but now you’re really, really fucked.”

“I’m–I’m not, waddya mean??”

“Babe, I know you like him. Don’t– even start to shush me. You can’t bullshit a bullshitter. You’ve been drooling over him since that night at the dive bar.” she knows, of course, because the fucker used to text her everything up until last night, it seems!

“I have NOT drooled—”

“You have. It’s gross. I’ve taken pictures.” and before Cherri can even show him, Angel panickingly shoves her phone between the cushions of the lounge couch.

“...Listen, Angie.” she starts again, retrieving her prized possession and keeping it away from his hands. “Everyone can see it. You want him. He wants you. It’s actually nauseating to watch. You’re both trapped in a PG-13 teen romance slow burn because your brains are made of stale craft glitter.”

Angel’s pupils widen, like air just got punched out of his lungs. “He wants me?”

“Oh my GOD. Babe. YES. Weren’t you in the room when he was ogling you?” as if she can’t believe Angel could be that stupid, she flails her arms in the air in frustration.

Angel feels his skin heating up again. He brings his legs close to his chest, squeezing them with one set of hands while resting his chin on the others. “Me? I don’t think so…I mean, I can’t.”

“Oh, for God’s sake. You kissed last night– yeah, yeah you were drunk. I heard it. And he was two seconds away from kissing you again just now. My bad, really, sorry for interrupting that.” She concludes, now realizing she is actually the reason they probably didn’t kiss again.

Angel looks at her and his expression is a mixture of hopeful puppy on adoption day and terrorized puppy on neutering day.

“I know why you’re scared, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be happy. And he clearly makes you happy.” Cherri asserts, her expression strangely reassuring. “Stop running. Go. Tell. Him. You gotta smash before I tell Niffty about you two.”

“...You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would. My girl would love plannin’ a whole wedding at the hotel for you.”

“Don’t you dare—wait a moment.” He says, feeling his phone vibrating in the pocket. “Ah, fuck! I gotta go to work—yeah don’t worry, I heard ya. I’ll do it, stop threatening me!”

“Good! Cause if you chicken out I'll strap fireworks to your ass and propel you into his bedroom window.”

“What did I just say??”

Work was the worst, and Angel saw it coming. It’s not like you can really concentrate in fucking others when all you can think about is the cute little heart-shaped snout of the grumpy kitten you’re in love with.

But he managed. Barely dodging Valentino’s ire. He made it out almost unscathed. Which is the really surprising part.

But right now he needs a smoke so, so very bad. He drags his tired ass to his room and after refreshing himself and changing into his most comfortable slacks, he goes out to the hotel’s lounge veranda.

That’s when he sees Husk is also there, smoking.

Ah.

His tail is swinging slowly, and Angel can see the smoke of his cigarette rising in the air. As he gets close, he watches those cute little ears twitching.

Husk turns to look at him and he actually smiles on the backdrop of the reddish-purple sky turning into night. Fuck, love is so stupid. He wants to see Husk smile like that at him for the rest of his sad immortality.

Angel joins him, lighting his own cigarette up and exhaling smoke, finally satisfied and relaxed.

Husk follows suit, taking a long drag. “She grilled you, huh?”

“You can’t even imagine.”

Husk smiles softly with his eyes closed, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “You think I don't? She came for me after.”

“She did WHAT?” Oh Cherri, I’m gonna fucking end you when I find you!

“She cornered me like she was grillin’ a suspect.” Husk huffs a smile again, and doesn’t seem to be too concerned or annoyed.

Oh fuck, ohh shit. Oh, what the hell, Angel was supposed to finally relax and now he’s descending into panic, again.

Flicking ash from his cigarette, Husk continues. “She told me not to break your heart or she’ll break my kneecaps.”

Angel puts two of his hands in his hair, pulling them down on his face, in a full-blown freak out. “Fuck!” is the only thing he manages to say, and that actually makes Husk chuckle out loud.

Silence follows, and Angels peeks at Husk from between his fingers, while the mortified flushing is already broadening on his whole face.

“...you’re not freaked out?”

Husk exhales smoke, and Angel can see the feathers on his wings softly move with the breeze of the evening.

“I ain’t. Why would I be?”

“Cause— I don’t know, actually. But you should be.”

Flicking one eyebrow, puzzled, Husk glances sideways at him, and Angel feels the heat crawling up at his neck. Thank God he has four arms out, so he can smoke the edginess away and cover his blushing face at the same time.

“Legs. I haven’t slept a wink because of that damn kiss.”

SAME. Angel would like to scream, but he’s too astonished to emit even a single chirp.

After gawping for what feels way too long, Angel slowly moves the hands away from his face, not that the situation has gotten any better. He can’t see himself but he thinks he’s around the same shade of purple the sky is right now.

“It’s not your first kiss, right…??” Angel blurts out trying to laugh it off but his voice cracks shamefully.

Husk chuckles weary, turning himself to face Angel, leaning on the metal railing of the balcony in an enticing stance that actually makes Angel swallow almost loudly. He still can’t wrap his head around how the demon kitty cat can rile him up this much without even trying to act sexual.

“It isn't, jerk. But I hadn’t had one in a long while.”

“Well, now that’s worse…” Angel chuckles softly and Husk smiles with him. Ah, God. It shouldn’t feel like they’re floating on a fluffy, warm cloud.

“A good one, in a long while.”

Angel bites his lower lip, and Husk notices, because Husk notices everything, Angel can see it in his eyes.

“I’m actually sorry you only had shitty kisses, Husky.” He tries to save face and hide the freaking hot flashes of arousal that are trying to take over his body now. Easy now, tiger. Calm the fuck down.

A good one, he said.

“Angel.” Husk enunciates, and Angel takes a sharp breath because that? The way he called his name now? It would be enough to make him cum in a different context.

“I want you to take it seriously.”

Angel’s fingers barely manage to keep the cigarette between them. “...you do?” and his voice is almost a whisper.

“You think I’m out here kissin’ on just anyone when I’m drunk?” he sees Husk shaking his head softly. “Do you know how much I drink?”

Angel’s cigarette trembles in his fingers, he squeezes his second set of arms tightly on his waist. “I thought—maybe… you just wanted…”

Husk smiles, and it’s soft, almost sad, painfully understanding. “Sex?”

“NO–! …yes? I mean–” oh, Angel knows his brain and his mouth are starting to not cooperate with each other. “It’s all most people want from me, and understandably so. Have you seen this body?”

“Stop it, legs. I ain’t most people.”

Angel looks up. Slowly. Softly. Timid. He’s not timid, all right? He doesn’t like to feel vulnerable. He cannot afford to be. He knows Husk never wanted sex from him, he made it very clear from day one. So what is it that he’s seeing in Husk’s eyes? It’s not desire, it’s not lust. It’s something… it’s something deeper than that.

He watches as Husk puts his cigarette off on the railing – Vaggie is going to be so pissed – and moves closer. And for a brief moment, Angel thinks about running away. Locking himself in his room with Fat Nuggets and spare himself from the heartache. It cannot work-–it will never work. It’s a doomed wish and his feelings don’t matter, not when he sold himself to an Overlord, not when—

Husk’s wing brushes his arm and Angel snaps out of the spiral he hadn’t even noticed he had fallen in.

Angel bites his lips and purses them again, his shoulders squeeze in, but he cannot look away. God, he loves him so much. He feels his heartbeat pulsating in every vein in his body. “I know you ain’t, I just—”

“I want you because of how you laugh.” interrupts Husk, and the cigarette that was in Angel’s fingers falls inexorably down the balcony. His lips hang open, his eyes flutter in disbelief. Maybe he took the wrong joint from his stack and now he’s hallucinating.

But Husk continues talking, inexorable. “How you light up a room even when you’re pissed off.” and Angel of course notices it’s almost the same thing Husk had said the day before, when he was ‘fake flirting’ with him.

“I want you because you’re smart. And kind. And a pain in my ass.”

There is a very high pitched static noise ringing in Angel ears, maybe that same inner voice screaming in his stead while he physically cannot bring himself to utter a single word. He knows he cannot stop his eyes from filling up with tears.

“And yeah,” Husk pauses, looking away for just a brief moment, to smile at himself and at how foolish he must look now. “I wanna touch you. But only if you want me back.”

Angel’s heart stops. Then shots back to life. The gentle breeze caresses his face, but it’s not cold enough to manage the hellish temperature his cheeks have gotten to.

He tries to breathe in and he hears the air trembling in his throat. His voice comes out wrecked.

“…I want you.” he swallows hard, the rest of his body struggling to keep the tears in. “I want you so bad it’s stupid.”

Husk’s eyes darken, pupils dilated and smoldering and Angel can see that something has definitely shifted in the way he’s looking at him.

“Then say it like you mean it.”

Angel’s whole body shudders and his skin is prickling with electricity. He edges closer and, despite the violent blush on his cheeks, he feels sure, he feels ready.

“I want you, Husk. More than I’ve wanted anyone.” and it feels so scary to admit, but it’s the truth. And he shouldn’t cry but how can he help it? It all sounds so absurd and, like, exactly all he ever wanted, that he still thinks it all might be just a hallucination.

Husk’s golden honey eyes are looking at him softly. He lifts one hand, slowly – and it stops only a few inches from his cheek, giving Angel every chance to pull away.

Angel doesn’t. He leans into the touch like it’s his lifeline.

Husk’s fingers caress Angel’s cheek, his thumb claw soothingly wiping away his tears.

Angel closes his eyes. And even if his heart is jumping out of his chest, he finally feels at ease, safe and secure. He puts his own hands on the back of Husk’s one and squeezes.

“…Good.” Angel hears Husk speak again and opens his eyes, because the rugged low sound of his voice made him almost purr out loud. “Cause I’ve been burnin’ for you for so long it’s almost embarrassing to admit.”

Angel’s knees immediately and unsurprisingly go weak and his hands tighten more around Husk’s own like it’s the only thing keeping him from jumping him on the spot. Which is kinda true. It’s taking a lot of restraint to keep himself in check.

“Ya really flirt like an old man…” Angel whispers, softly laughing while he relishes at the touch.

Husk snickers, Angels sees his pointy-teeth smirk and oh, how liberating it feels to finally allow himself to admit how much he likes it.

“And you’re diggin’ it.” Husk answers, and that soft, low, throaty laugh is making him feel things. In all places. Can’t believe he’s getting horny thanks to a laugh. Love is beautifully stupid.

And when Husk actually looks back at him, eyes dark, longing, inviting – that is when Angel finally grasps what he’s seeing in them that he couldn’t pinpoint.

It’s want.

It’s open. Undeniable.

And Angel isn’t used to people wanting him like that. And he wonders how it would be like to feel wanted like that for the rest of eternity.

He backs out for a moment, but only to take Husk’s hand between his. He doesn’t know what to say, which is astonishing by itself. There actually should be one thing left to do, but it seems like Husk is waiting for something.

Or is making him wait. And Angel is not one that knows how to wait. He brings Husk’s hand close to his lips, leaving a kiss on the claws.

Oh, he actually can hear Husk guttural growl vibrating in the air. Oh gracious Lord, that is sexy.

He kisses them again, lingering on them long enough to watch as Husk’s wings flare up. The air is electric. Husk used to be an Overlord, right? It’s like he can sense some sort of energy building up in the air.

“Last chance to back out, Angel.” he softly mutters at him, and Angel feels his limbs jolt and his stomach burst on fire. Oh, yeah. Fuck no.

“I don’t wanna.” Angel hears that his own voice is hoarse, and for the first time in a very long time he might actually feel embarrassed by it. Because it’s clear he wants this too much and it’s showing.

Husk’s hand moves and caresses Angel’s chin. It’s gentle, patient. Almost as if he hadn't growled at him basically two seconds ago. He’s treating him like he deserves all the comfort of the world.

Husk leans in, and Angel’s stomach drops like the ground suddenly disappeared from beneath him. He’s not fast, he’s not desperate, he just feels… hungry.

Angel’s lips are already parted, he wants to taste him again, and he wants to taste him with the knowledge that their feelings are now mutual. That it’s not a drunken mistake.

“Look at me.” Husk hums, and Angel does. His eyes are deep golden and Angel never felt as wanted as he feels now. And, finally, Husk kisses him.

It’s only a mere second before Angel dives in, greedy, but Husk keeps him steady, carefully slow. He savors every inch of Angel’s mouth and Angel melts in with a sound that he doesn’t even notice making before pulling at Husk’s suspenders and dragging him closer like his life depends on it.

Husk chuckles against his lips.

“Easy, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, don’t call me that…” Angel almost gasps every word, but not because he doesn’t like it. It’s because he likes it too much, it's making him dizzy.

Husk kisses him again, deeper, and the jelly legs threaten to make Angel crumble down in his arms. Until Husk catches him by the waist, strong and steady and Angel actually gasps against his mouth. “Husk—” he murmurs, dazed.

“Yeah. I got you.”

Oh, he totally noticed that. Strong and supporting like he’s not three heads shorter than him. Fuck. Angel pulls him closer and kisses him again – on the lips and around them and he hears Husk’s low grumble trembling with want. Husk's hands are clawing at his waist and it’s so stupid, he’s been touched thousands of times but his skin never rejoiced like it’s doing now.

“Please–” he begs, one set of hands climbing at his nape, holding his face closer. “Keep touching me-–”

Angel feels all of Husk’s body vibrate and his breath shudder, faster and desperate.

“Angel…” oh, he loves when he calls him with that deep, low, velvety growl. “If I keep touchin’ you, I ain’t stopping at kissing.”

And that’s actually this, like some sort of restraint came off and Husk is no longer trying to run away from what he wants that makes Angel light up like a firework.

“Who said ya could stop…?” Whispering on his lips, Angel caresses the soft cheeks with his hands and pulls the suspenders with the others.

Husk’s hands hesitate for a very short moment, but start sliding up Angel’s back with soft, silent yearning.

Every inch of that caress is firing up each nerve on Angel’s skin. He presses their bodies close, their chests touch and Husk’s claws slide inside the back of Angel’s crop top.

Quivering, he seeks Husk’s lips again, kissing him and biting him as if he is starved. Husk groans softly, and the sound shoots straight to Angel’s groin.

“We— should go inside…” Husk mumbles, but his mouth is still searching for Angel’s, his eyes not even open. He can hear him purring, for fuck’s sake.

Angel nods, dizzy. “Yeah. Yes, please–God, yes.” and Husk offers his hand, waiting for him to accept. Like he always does. Angel, still dazed but feeling so cared for, takes his hand and Husk squeezes it between his fingers, the touch warm, tender and strong.

Now Angel is afraid that he might not be able to walk properly with his legs feeling wobbly and weak like that.

They, in fact, stumble like they could be hammered, and anyone that looks at them might think they’re just two drunk idiots, that's if they fail to notice the ravished lips alongside the red flushing of their cheeks.

Husk opens the veranda’s door to go inside but before letting Angel in he pulls him closer for another kiss, short, sweet, sneaky. And Angel feels like a boom in his ears which might be his heart that had just exploded.

“Did you just… sneak a kiss on me?”

“I believe I did.”

“Oh my God.”

“What?” Husk grunts, even though he’s actually a very nice shade of red in the face, almost pouting. “I’m not taking you inside just to screw you. I wanna make you feel good. Not used.”

“God, Huskers.” Angel breathes out, genuinely stunned. “I was unfamiliar with your game.”

“What in the here were you expectin’?”

“I don’t– I don’t know? I never thought I would make it this far!”

Sneaking like two horny teenagers, they decide to furtively head back to Angel’s room since Husk’s is too close to the rest of the staff’s and even God wouldn’t be able to help them if they ran into Niffty, Vaggie or worse, Charlie while hand in hand.

It was a perfect plan. Nobody is around the hotel’s corridors during the evening, usually.

They just forgot one teeny teeny weeny detail.

Fat Nuggets stares at the two of them half-stretched out over Angel’s bed with Husk on top while he’s still trying to climb onto the mattress.

“So…” Husk stammers, trying to divert his gaze from the calm but confused look on the little pet’s face. “What– I mean, I don’t think—we should…”

“Oh hell no,” blurts Angel, “I’m not gonna stop now.” and he rolls down the bed, picking Fat Nuggets up with one set of arms and texting Cherri with the other.

“Sorry Nuggsie, you’re too little for this.” he scratches his head and, after giving him a loving kiss on the head, he lets him out of the room where, hopefully, Cherri is going to come pick him up.

By the amount of buzzing his phone is doing right now, it looks like she got the message.

Immediately he’s back on the purple sheets of his bed, swiftly pulling Husk over him again by tugging his suspenders and roping him in for another kiss. The avian cat demon happily indulges and puts both of his arms over Angel’s head, ending up into the enormous pile of pillows.

“Damn, you have a lot of these.” Husk mumbles, with one eye half open as he, unceremoniously, throws some of them away from the bed.

“What can I say, I'm a pillow princess.” Jokingly, Angel stretches one pair of arms to go around Husk’s shoulders, pulling him close to his lips once more.

“Hah.” snickers Husk over his mouth, “You’re everything but that.” he hums, and before Angel can answer he’s back inside his mouth with his rough tongue, Angel moaning breathlessly, eyes rolling back, and the prancing’s so heated he barely manages to let out his usual sounds.

His skin becomes molten lava as he senses one of Husk’s hands slowly caressing his side and gripping him at the waist, digging his thumb just right above his pube. His body quivers, his other sets of hands immediately trying to burrow themselves inside of Husk’s trousers.

Husk stops them.

Opening his eyes, distraught, Angel exhales confused.

“I reckon I told you Imma make you feel good.” Husk breathily declares, and it takes a lot, a lot of effort for Angel to gulp the corniest, pre-packaged oh daddy! that he’s used to saying during takes down his throat. “Don’t make me tie ‘em, hm?”

“Ye– aw, Shit!!” Angel shouts, biting his lips to hold himself back. “How do you expect me to react to that?!”

Husk smiles, and it’s a very horny smirk. Something Angel thinks he never saw on his face.

It’s doing unspeakable things to him.

Nonchalantly and saying nothing but purring sensuously, Husk disappears between his legs.

It’s on very few occasions that Angel has the privilege – as Valentino calls it – of being eaten out, and it’s generally pretty boring and barely satisfying. Tops in his line of work are usually all about receiving heads and not giving them, and clients are even less keen to think about anyone but their own pleasure.

So, yeah. His arousal is now hitting highs that normally are never met. And he’s used to being disappointed. So forgive him if he’s left speechless when the object of his desires decides to bury himself between his legs first thing in the hookup.

Husk tugs at his bottoms, Angel feels like the fur in his whole body is standing up alert. Horny is the right word, he is horny as heck. Does Husk even know how many wet dreams he had about him? Both involuntarily and voluntarily. Of course he doesn’t. But he’s about to get how much hard he makes him.

He sees Husk’s claws pull the fabric of his trousers down, and Angel knows he could be way harsher than he is, the stupidly caring demon cat. He is undressing him like he’s a soft, precious thing.

Angel clenches the sheets with his hands. He wonders what Husk would say when he sees him naked.

He is used to his demon form. After all, he’s had it for far longer than his human body. And he knows sinners have all sorts of freaky bits.

But he can’t help but feel just a tiny bit self conscious now.

Having a retracting penis is actually very convenient for him, as it goes perfectly with most of his skinny-tight outfits. It’s just… Well, what if Husk isn’t into it?

Angel lifts his gaze, to examine Husk’s expression as his hands slowly slide between and caress the inside of his thighs, spreading them open and revealing the slit from where his penis is supposed to come out when stimulated.

He gulps down, but Husk’s darkened eyes don’t seem to flinch for even a moment.

“You… don’t seem freaked out.”

Husk doesn’t answer but his fingers dig softly in the skin of his thighs, inhaling sharply, and Angel can see his cute little snout turning scarlet.

“Oh.” Angel notices the self-evident shift in his expression. “Ya did watch my movies.”

“You blasted ‘em in the lobby.” Husk tries to justify himself, but his voice, low and raucous, cracks shamefully.

“Never the juicier parts!”

“…Ok.” Husk admits, exhaling softly. “I might’ve, well– indulged. Once… twice. Some times.”

Angel chuckles, feeling strangely flattered. He brushes one finger all along the shape of Husks face “Did ya enjoy 'em?”

“I’ll let you use your imagination for that.”

“God, stop bein’ so goddamn hot—” Angel starts to complain, but he is cut short when he feels one of Husk’s claws slide between the slit, starting to slowly massage it.

“Hoooly… fuuuck…” Angel shudders, his lower stomach bursting with the most scorching heat, his eyes rolling back and eyelids fluttering because it’s extremely rare for someone beside himself to touch that very delicate part.

He thinks he never felt it as wet and pulsating as he feels now. And whatever he’s thinking stops matter anyway when he suddenly detects Husk’s hot breath close, way close to his groin.

“Husk…?” Angel breathes out, and it’s actually throwing him out of the loop a bit. He’s just– just not used to feeling this way when he’s sleeping with people. The adrenaline coursing in his veins has a very different taste than usual.

“Is there something wrong? You… don't like it?” Husk asks, and his voice is concerned, Angel notices his fingers stopping immediately and, God no don’t stop— he almost whines when he does.

“Oh no, fuck no, don’t stop?”

“Is that… a question?” and the cutest, most adorable confused expression appears on Husk’s snout.

“It’s not—” Angel breathes out, “You can do anything you want to me. Anything.”

“I don’t want to do anything that I want. I want to do what you want.”

Angel’s little mangled heart makes a thrilled, jittery flip.

“Then… please…” he feels the heat spread from the top of his forehead down to his neck and shoulder and he swallows down, carding his hands in the fur right under Husk’s ears. “Eat me out.”

The grin on Husk’s lips is incommensurably lustful, and Angel cannot wrap his head around how he could be so caring and at the same time so dangerously seductive.

He watches as Husk opens his lips, his tongue sneaking out and he doesn’t even have the time to process the stunningly erotic image of all that and burn it into his mind forever and ever because Husk dives in like he’s the most delicious dish in all hell.

“Shit–!! Oh, yes–!” Angel’s words are choked, and the way his whole body shudders, he doesn’t even have the time to think about the way the moans have to come out of his mouth, which is not how he’s used to… and he kinda digs it, actually.

Immediately, his back is arching and he’s pushing his groin towards Husk’s gritty tongue, his erection blooming out of the slit as soon as the hot saliva of Husk’s mouth coats him.

Husk’s tongue is slow, steady, unhurried.

He is literally savoring him without haste.

He laps up the whole length, he circles the tip, he takes it into his mouth and it’s warm and wet and tight and absolutely mindblowing. Angel is biting his lips, hard. He doesn’t want to spoil anything with the way he’s used to moan and beg out loud, in that pretending way that Husk wouldn’t… probably like.

Surprisingly, though, the restraint is actually making him way more turned on than usual. Hah. New kink unlocked?

Angel’s hands are struggling to keep still, the ones on the sheets are making the rest of the pillows fall down and the others are practically pulling at Husk’s fur, silently begging him to suck where he likes it.

He whimpers and whines, his body quivers as the bubbling sensation in his lower stomach is spreading all over his skin like pulsating electricity. He groans, murmuring his name (he catches himself starting to say daddy only once) and the more Husk’s sucks and licks and hums on his most sensitive part, the more his back’s arches, so much so that his head gets buried between what’s left of the pillows.

The small, backwards barbs on Husk’s tongue are literally making him see the stars. The rough caress is bliss on his sensitive skin, and the more it grinds, the more he is shamefully spurting precum.

“Shit— Huskers… oh—God! You’re good— your tongue is soo good…” he slurs, lost in the heat, his legs start trembling and he throws his head onto the mattress, the sudden rush of the orgasm hitting him, overwhelming and good.

He thinks he tried to hurriedly push Husk away with one hand as the climax was mounting unexpectedly but he doesn’t really know if he succeeded. He’s still seeing white. His eyes are still trying to focus back.

When the world stops spinning, he watches Husk licking his cute little snout clean with his tongue and, holy smokes, Angel has a very high libido indeed but he simply cannot believe that’s what’s threatening to make him hard again.

“I ain’t gonna lie, you do make a very good pillow princess.” Husk jokes, and his voice is hoarse, low, rasping, the unmistakable raucous tone of a post-blowjob.

“Shit…” sexy, he’d like to say. “I'm gonna make you– cum so hard you’ll stop making fun of me.”

“Yeah, yeah…” Husk dismisses, but Angel sees the raring shudder that starts running from Husk’s nape to the back of his wings, that winch is undeniable.

Angel cocks one eyebrow intrigued and lets his fingers run up on the fur of Husk’s left arm, slowly, seductively, until they reach his face and caress it. “Don’t you want me to suck you dry, whiskers?” he purrs, starting to scratch below the chin and Angel watches amazed as Husk’s muzzle lifts almost unwittingly under the stroke.

“S-Stop.” Husk tries to mumble, but he is leaning in, his head nuzzling against Angel’s palm.

“Don’t you…?” Angel asks again, breathy, sensual, and as his fingers continue to scratch under the chin, he hears the purring coming from deep down Husk’s throat. Angel watches, mesmerized as his caress is making Husk’s eyelid flutter and eyes rolling back, his quivering tail wrapping around one of Angel’s thighs.

Oh, he likes it way too much. Angel swears he can see little hearts popping up in Husk’s eyes at each stroke of his fingers.

Totally drawn to this novel side of him, Angel kisses the cute little snout while his other hands deliberately pull at his suspenders again, this time making him take them off and as soon as he does, his second sets of hands buries itself inside Husk’s trousers and the throaty, avid moan that melts into the kiss… oh Angel is now the one that sees hearts.

“Oh, fuck…” he whimpers over is lips, eyes closed as he savours the moment. “You’re thick…” and he senses Husk’s whole body shuddering. “And barbed.” he continues, slowly fondling the length of Husk’s erection, feeling the barbs softly grazing the tip of his fingers.

“Mhh…” Husk groans, his voice quivering, hot breath puffing on Angel’s skin. “That’s actually something to be freaked about.”

Angel smirks, pointy teeth showing. “Are ya kiddin’ me? Guess who just unlocked a new kink right about now?” and he hears Husk’s chuckle deliciously morphing into a moan as his thumb presses on the fat head of his hard-on, massaging it to slowly spread that bead of precum that had already gathered on the small slit.

“Hope this ain’t how you dirty talk in your movies.” As he tries to carry on between the heavy breaths, Husk’s ears droop down, the stimulation of the very confident hand that’s stroking him very, very difficult to tune out.

“You should know, ya watched ‘em.” Angel has the best grin on his face, giving another smooch to Husk’s blushing face. As he does that, he straightens his back up, pushing his hands into the fluff of Husk’s chest, and he’s delightfully pleased to notice that the muscles underneath feel way sturdier than he’d imagined.

“God, aren’t ya way beefier than you let on?…All that card throwing pays off, huh?”

“Why are you like this…” Husk groans, trying to divert his gaze from Angel’s greedy stare.

Angel licks his lips, not the right moment to dwell into that, sadly, but he’ll be sure to reserve some time to kinkly praise him for being surprisingly hunky later. He guides Husk to switch positions so he can finally stretch between his legs and–he can't believe it, suck him dry.

“My turn”, his voice is gleefully confident, he arches his back on top of him and wow, seeing Husk spread out on his pillow and purple sheets, hard to wrap his head around the fact that it’s not a dream or one of his fantasies. Oh, he’s gonna make him cum so hard he’s gonna forget his name.

“You sure? You don’t have to do that if you don’t– y’know, since you’re always—” Husk stutters, keeping one of his hands pressed on his jaw, cheeks flushed and eyes half-closed, soaking in the breathtaking view of Angel climbing over him.

“Let’s put it like this, I like sucking cock and now all I want to do is to suck yours.” Angel’s fingers push again into the fluff of Husk’s chest and he drags them down to his slim waist, feeling the muscles of his stomach twitch under the touch. Trying to bite down an avid smirk, he gets rid of Husk’s trousers and puts both of his thumbs over the length of his thick, decently-sized barbed erection, pressing it softly on Husk’s abdomen.

His eyes are fixated on Husk’s face, he wants to register every change of expression, every flinch, every guttural moan. He wants to overwrite his dreams, like he fantasized for so long, with reality. And no fantasy could’ve prepared for how much Husk’s throaty, horny moans are addicting.

He swallows down, the excess of saliva coating his tongue as he bends between Husk’s legs leaving a kiss on his quivering length. The small barbs rub on his lips and wow, he actually wasn’t joking when he said new kink unlocked.

Husk’s dick feels heavy on his tongue, hard and hot and gritty, rubbing on the walls of his mouth like a gentle but firm massage. Angel takes a deep breath as he swallows it and his eyelids flutter, eyes rolling back with the realization it’s the fucking real thing in his mouth.

Husk’s body jolts under his touch and between the flickers of his eyes, Angel sees one of his hands battling hard to restrain itself from carding hard in Angel’s hair. Ahh... ever the gentle kitten. They really ought to talk about restraint in the bedroom because baby, he ain’t got any.

“Oh, shit–wa–” Husk growls when Angel rolls his tongue over the underside and, almost abruptly, swallows the entire length making Husk’s dickhead bump on the back of his throat.

“Don’t you dare fuckin’ deep-throat me so soon!”

Angel smirks and actually releases him with a lascivious pop, letting the excess of saliva trickle down with it. “ Ya gotta be the only one who ain't down bein’ deep-throated first thing.”

“Fuck…” Husk breathes out, his chest huffing and his voice hoarse and low. “You ain’t gotta show me how good you are…” he mumbles, but the small jump his erection does when Angel’s hot breath brushes over it betrays any other complaint he might say he has.

“Huskers.” Angel says, endearingly, slightly straightening himself to hold his chin up with one set of hands. “Are you… afraid to cum?”

“What?? No!!” it’s his immediate reaction and now he seems to understand how ridiculous all that just happened must look. He passes one hand between the hair on his head, sighing. “Sorry,” he manages to say. “That oughta be a turn off.”

“It’s not if you don’t let it be.” Angel smiles at him while the set of hands that’s not holding his chin up is gently stroking his inner thighs. “Do you want to let me make you cum?”

“...yeah.” he admits, his ears drooping, muzzle flushing embarrassed. “It’s just– I feel like I’m forcin’ you to do the same ol' crap you always gotta do.”

Angel is left stunned for a couple of seconds. “Babe. I know what my job is. But that… doesn’t mean I'm clueless 'bout what I'm really into.” he reassures, and he can see that Husk’s extremely apologetic, his tail curling slowly on the side.

“Husk. You’re so focused on making me feel good you’re forgettin’ you’re also s‘posed to. You ain’t gotta treat me like I’m gonna break just like that.That’s actually kinda insultin’!” Angel stretches over to get closer to his blushy, mortified snout. He smiles at him and after a slight moment of awkwardness, Husk actually smiles back at him.

“Heh. I’m makin’ you comfort me when I should be the one makin’ you feel comfortable.”

Angel nuzzles his face on Husk’s cheek and then drops down to make himself comfortable between his arms. “I am comfortable.” he declares, face buried into his chest’s fluff, looking up at him. “I’ve never been more comfortable in my entire afterlife.”

Husk’s hand goes to card softly in his hair, and Angel really is the most comfortable spider in the whole hellscape right now. He feels Husk’s lips leaving a kiss on his forehead and his other arm stroking his back and he understands that Husk might not know that this is all he ever wanted.

Lifting his head, he intercepts one of Husk’s forehead kisses with his own lips, letting them smooch for a mere second before leading them into another steamy, scorching hot make out session that instantly triggers the spark back again.

Angel literally buries Husk on the mattress with the weight of his kisses, their bodies rubbing and grinding against each other and finally, finally Angel feels Husk’s hips move alongside their rocking, swinging sinuously, effectively and undoubtedly dry-humping him.

Angel grins, satisfied and his hands immediately are back to stroke that gritty length between his legs. “We can work out the kinks later. Because, my dear loser kitten, you’re gonna fuck me tonight.”

Oh, he loves how Husk’s whole body shudders in arousal and how the grinning is back on his face, complicit, and how his muscles don’t seem to feel as tense as they were before.

“Y’know, I really wanted to make you cum in my mouth, but Imma save it for ‘nother time.” Angel declares solemnly, while he stretches to rummage between his stack of lubes.

“God, you’re batshit crazy.” Husk lets out a soft, raspy laugh.

“I know. And… ya like it.” he says, the final tone a little bit higher than normal, as if it’s trying to hide a question, as if he still needs reassurance.

“I do.” Husk chuckles, letting his hand caress one of Angel’s tights, cocking one eyebrow up with no hint of uncertainty in his voice. “I really do.”

Angel smiles widely, biting his lips, the burst of happiness spreading in his body so overwhelming it’s almost overriding how horny he feels. Thank God Husk’s hard dick standing at attention between his asscheeks is there to remind him what’s important.

Meanwhile he’s getting ready to lube them both, Husk swiftly snatches away the bottle from his hands.

“As much as I want to see you ridin’ me, I’d like to do the honors tonight.” he asserts, taking his hand and guiding Angel on the mattress again.

It isn’t nothing much. But Angel feels smitten as heck at the gesture. He covers his mouth sincerely stunned and puts one of his fingers over his lips while he watches Husk spurting his favorite lube on his claws, moving them as if he’s testing the viscosity of it and with one delicate, knowledgeable gesture he is promptly inside, stretching him slow and steady.

“Oh, fuck yes–” whines Angel at the intrusion, body shivering and biting on the finger that was already between his lips, staring intensely at Husk’s softly rubbing in and out of him. Husk pushes it inside, deeper, and Angel’s nerves all fire up simultaneously.

“You’re tight, God…” he hears Husk groan, his voice a velvety growl prickling on his overheated skin like millions of needles.

Angel bends forward, putting as many pillows as he can behind him so he can reach Husk’s snout and card his hands again between the fur under his fluffy ears. His eyes, dizzy and unfocused, gazes at the golden honeypot of Husk’s and observe as his iris dilates any time Angel moans and whimpers at each thrust of his fingers.

“Husk—Fuck me, please—” he mewls, hot breath leaving his lips along with his moans, he can hear Husk growling and quivering while the pace of his fingering becomes faster and more impatient.

“Just– a moment, baby. Just wait a moment…” Husk stutters, his words almost slurring while he does his best to keep himself at least somewhat sane as he's fingers-deep inside of him.

It doesn’t help – or it does – that Husk is rubbing exactly where Angel likes it. Throwing his head back while digging his fingers in the back of Husk’s shoulders, he lets out a choked moan.

His dick is hard again, oozing clear precum that is now smearing between their bodies. It might seems odd if you’re not in the industry, but he doesn’t always happen to be hard while he’s getting fucked. Those are two very different kinds of orgasms, and he had dreamed long enough to be able to experience both at the same time.

Of course he’s stiff as rod while Husk is whispering sweets nothings in his ear as he’s finger-fucking him.

The sweet torture finally wraps up as Husk determines he’s stretched open enough and Angel throws one set of arms over his head, grabbing at his pillows, staring at Husk spurting lube on his thick, perfect, gritty erection.

“Do tell me if you feel uncomfortable.” he says, and Angel swiftly nods because he knows that if tries to say something, it won’t be anything PG.

His eyelids flutter feeling the thick, bumpy head of Husk’s hard on pushing past his entrance and fuck he’s got girth, all right. He already felt it in his mouth but it’s even more evident inside his tight hole.

He spreads his legs wide open, rocking softly against Husk’s, a raspy groan with a satisfied exhale leaving the demon cat lips and Angel watches with extreme delight as Husk’s eyes are rolling back each inch his dick is getting swallowed inside.

Ah, his skin is bursting on fire, he bites his lips to contain the automatic oh yes, deeper, daddy! that’s trying to escape them. He doesn’t have to think how his moans come out, but he does have to think how he wants to address his… loving… significant other. Oh my God.

“Oh my God…” he actually whispers out loud, and Husk stops in his tracks to look at him, afraid he’s done something wrong.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, eyes wide open.

“Oh—God–no, babe don’t you dare stop.” Angel puts his other sets of arms on Husk’s hips, inviting him to push deeper and in a swift motion Husk’s buried to the hilt inside of him, with a satisfied groan from both.

Lord, yes. Finally, after endless fantasies, he’s getting fucked by the real thing.

As he lets Husk adjust himself behind his hips, his ass resting comfortably on his thighs in the perfect angle to be fucked nice and deep, Angel’s lower sets of hand softly rubs at his ears, hearing as the purring, that had never stopped, is now very apparently getting louder. Purring on Angel’s lips as he fucks him, that is something not even his fantasies could concoct.

Cute. And fucking hot.

Angel licks his lips, by now used to the bumpy intrusion, and with a soft moan he rocks his hips, to give Husk the go-ahead to move. Somehow expecting restraint, he is surprised to see Husk grabbing his waist with unusual prowess. Husk caresses it, gently, soothingly as his hips roll back to push in again.

He hears Husk softly swear under his breath, hot and unhinged, and even though Angel is keeping his upper set of hands steady on the pillows behind him, the vigour of the thrusts is pushing him slowly and steady towards the wall behind his bed. Hot, as he said, and unhinged.

His barbed erection is rubbing on his walls like it wants to claim them for itself and the unusual, gritty sensation is firing all of Angel’s nerves in the most lustful way possible. His own erection is quivering and brazenly oozing, and the way his lower stomach is bubbling and pulsating, it feels like it’s anticipating a hell-shattering orgasm.

“Oh, Fuck—yeah…” Husk whispers, it feels subdued, like he’s trying to hold back.

Not on his watch.

When Husk’s eyelids flutter open again, Angel smirks wantonly at him, reaching with his hands to squeeze Husk’s butt -– he can’t believe it’s the first time he’s doing it today – and guiding one thrust with it.

“Mhn–I’m not sayin’ I like it rough—even tho I do, my lovely consent king, but if you don’t fuck me nice and good right this moment…” Angel whispers on Husk’s trembling lips, and he can hear the purr getting louder, he can feel the breath hitching and it’s music for his ears. “Imma ride you ‘til morning myself.” he concludes, reeling him in for a kiss and pulling him down to the mattress with him.

“Fucking Christ, Angel—”

The trick works like magic, who says Husk’s the only magician there? Angel can feel the energy in the room switch when Husk’s wings flare open and with that additional force, he basically bends him in half, squeezing his claws under Angel’s knees and pushing them towards the mattress as he slams back inside of him again, and again, and again.

Profanities, moans, whimpers, gasps, purrs fill the air in Angel’s room and he’s squeezing Husk closer, murmuring his name incoherently like a mantra, because he can moan his name, because he’s his now.

He buries his head on Husk’s neck, his insides are clenching him like they don’t want him to leave, and his legs are going limp as they melt into each other. Husk is so close, so tightly tangled to him he hears him basically purring inside his ears and the quivering sound is rumbling in his whole body.

Husk’s husky voice groaning and whispering how he’s so good inside is liquid electricity that bursts from his ears to the tips of his fingers and toes.

Angel feels feverish, his head bumping on the wall behind his bed and drool trickling from his lips, eyelids flickering at each soul-sizzling thrust and his feet – securely covered, of course – curl inward, fingers digging in Husk’s nape fur.

He works his hips up and down, following Husk’s rocking, the lascivious slaps of their hips touching sinfully magical. A purring grunt from Husk, and his hips are hastily pinned down on the mattress, the angle titled just right, the strong force of Husk’s thrusts punching right where his engorged prostate is.

“Oh fuck, oh–God, fuck yes—right there–-just there, there, there–Husk!” he desperately begs, his pitch getting higher and thinner at each beg, until his body starts to shake uncontrollably and he manages to hear Husk deliciously cursing under his breath before he blacks out, overwhelmed by the crash down of one of the finest prostate orgasms he ever had in his afterlife.

“Jesus Fucking–” is one thing he manages to hear between the white stars popping behind his eyes, sensing Husk’s claws digging into the fur and skin of his shaking legs.

Immediately after he frantically gets filled with the hot release of Husk’s own orgasm.

Husk’s shoulders slump over him, Angel’s body still pulsating and throbbing with the remnants of his long climax. He bites his lips, exhaling softly when he feels Husk pulling out, wet and hot trickling from his twitching hole.

It takes a while for him to stop quivering, and in that timeframe Husk snuggles up to him, carding his hands in his hair and softly kissing around his eyes and his forehead.

“Oh fuck, Husker.” Angel tries to say, between the heavy breaths that haven’t subdued yet. “You actually managed to make me cum from behind."

“Is this– is this really the first thing you wanna say?” his cute little demon cat murmurs, raising his head to look at him scowling, with one cocked eyebrow.

“No, ok. You’re right. Let me rewind it. Husk. It was… truly mind-frickin’-blowing.”

Husk actually chuckles while shaking his head. “I really don’t like what you’re kinda implyin’ here.”

“What? I really thought you were a prude kitty.”

“Hey, I’m an adult, not a catholic schoolgirl."

“Oh heard they’re nasty so maybe you should be”.

Husk smirks, “Imma wear a uniform next time we do this.”

“Holy motherfucking shit, please do.” Angel says, raising his torso up while resting on his elbows. “You’re making me hard again.”

“Easy, baby… easy.” Husk purrs, nuzzling beside him, pushing one hand on his chest to make him fall down on the mattress with him and intertwining his tail around Angel’s waist. “I drank all night thinkin’ about that first kiss and now I’m feelin’ like I’m finally gonna pass out.”

Angel softly smiles, tilting his head and cuddling up to him with one arm under his head. “Y’know, I also haven’t been able to sleep, like, at all.”

Husk closes his eyes, shaking his head with a snicker. “Heh. Perv.”

“How do you know that’s the reason!”

Husk hums, amused. “Wild guess.”

Angel snuggles up to him, making their foreheads touch while he smiles fondly at him.

“It’s a bad idea, me and you, you know?”

Husk grins back, smitten and in love, holding him close. “I know. I totally agree.”

It was a pretty good bad idea, wasn’t it though?