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“Studio or amateur?” says a goat demon, Bill, as he takes a nice long sip of the drink Husk had just handed to him at the bar.
Business had been booming in the hotel since news of Pentious’ redemption. People had flocked to also come get their redemption, much to Charlie’s pleasure and Husk’s dismay. New residents meant more mingling with guests. Long gone were the days of Angel being Husk’s only regular.
“Studio,” Bill’s friend, Lau, answers as if it should have been obvious, “For… reasons.”
“Yeah?” Bill raises an eyebrow before looking across the bar at another demon who had been sitting by his lonesome, “What about you? Studio or amateur?”
Before the lone demon could answer, Angel grabs one of the stools and takes a seat, easily replying, “Studio.”
All of the demons, aside from Husk, tense up. Angel just smiles at them as if he’s not the most famous person at the bar, “We talkin’ ‘bout porn, boys?”
The demons all sputter for a response but Angel pays them no mind, looking up at Husk with a tired smile. It had been a long day at work. Husk smiles back before sliding him his drink, “Yeah. They’re talkin’ about porn.”
The two share a look with each other. They had newly started dating only a few days ago. Things were fresh, the feelings were at an all-time high– the honeymoon phase is what most people might call this.
They were secretive about their romance– they still have their Overlords to deal with after all. Husk didn’t want Alastor to use this relationship against him and Angel didn’t even want to think about what Val would do if he knew he was dating someone.
But despite the quietness of it all, things were good between them. Great, even.
“You are studio, Angel Dust. You can’t answer the question,” Bill snaps out of it to argue back, before turning to look at Husk, “Say, bartender? What about you? Studio or amateur?”
“Amateur,” Husk answers almost a little too easily. A few of the guys at the table groan as the goat demon shouts.
“Hah! You too?! I knew it wasn’t just me!”
The goat demon tries to engage in conversation with Husk, but Husk just ignores him in favor of cleaning one of the newly emptied glasses on the table. He looks up to meet Angel’s eyes, only just catching the hurt that flashed before it’s quickly replaced with a more playful look.
“What? Not a fan of my work, Whiskers?” Angel says, leaning against the table and resting up chin in his hands.
“I’ve never seen your work.”
Angel’s eyebrows knit together.
“Bullshit!” Another demon at the bar shouts, “You take one step into the Entertainment District and it’s all you see!”
“Hmm,” Husk hums in thoughts before lowering his gaze away from Angel’s, “I guess I should say I never sat down to appreciate Angel’s work.”
Angel’s nose scrunches up at that, “You’d rather ‘appreciate’ an amateur’s work though?”
He uses air quotes for the work “appreciate”, and though he keeps up his playful act, Husk could detect the hurt laced in those words.
“It’s not about who’s on camera,” Husk says, “I just like things to feel more natural.”
“And some hoe alone in her bedroom with nothing but a camera, a dildo, and a dream is more appealing than a professional who knows what they’re doing on a fully funded set?” Angel asks, the mask slipping even more and the annoyance starting to be known by the others at the bar, creating an awkward silence.
“Yes,” Husk says honestly.
The anger was now fully present on Angel’s face as he slaps his hands down on the table and stands up, “So if I make a video fucking myself in my room, you’d rather watch that than any of my award winning videos?!”
“Yes,” Husk says again.
“You think I can’t make an amateur video better than any of those other whores because I’m a studio porn star?!”
“I don’t think I said that.”
“Fine, you know what?! Fuck you! I'm going to make an amateur film right now and send it to your dumb ass and prove it’s not better!”
“Fine. Do it,” Husk says with a challenging smirk.
With a bitter laugh, Angel shakes his head, “Oh, I fucking will. I’ll send it to ya when I’m done!”
Angel starts to march off while everyone at the bar watches with slightly gaped mouths. Bill clears his throat before calling after Angel, “Wait, can you send it to me too?! I also prefer amateur porn!”
—
“Stupid asshole, acting like some amateur is better at getting him off than me.”
Slamming his door shut, Angel wastes no time rushing to his closet to rummage around for something to wear. Husk and Angel had only just started dating and despite any of Angel’s past relationships, they weren’t sexually active yet. It wasn’t for lack of wanting to– they just never got that far yet. If Angel wasn’t working, Husk was. And when they did have time together, they’d actually go out on a physical date. It was refreshing given how most men Angel dated would have absolutely fucked him by now. Husk was a breath of fresh air. He made him feel like there was no rush and Angel didn’t have to do things until he wanted to…
And right now he wanted to film fucking himself just to prove to Husk that he’s a judgemental jerk who wouldn’t know a good porn if it fucked him in the ass.
Pulling out his best lingerie and his favorite toys, he starts to formulate a plan. When it came to solo stuff, Valentino was surprisingly unoriginal. For the most part, Angel hardly ever did solo stuff, but when he did, it was the typical ‘lay on your back and fuck yourself with a dildo’ content.
Angel had ideas for other types of masturbation but Val would insist that, “This is what your audience would rather see.”
Maybe Val was right. His audience would rather watch Angel get fucked by something. But Husk wasn’t Angel’s audience. Husk apparently had different tastes– like tastes in amateur porn and people who don’t know what they’re doing. He likes different, and today, Angel wants to do something different. Something that he had done in the privacy of his own room alone. Something he can share with Husk that no one has ever seen Angel do before. Thank God Valentino isn’t a fan of Angel having solo content or else Angel would be completely out of cherries to pop.
With that, Angel throws all of his dildos and vibrators back in the box. He, instead, makes eye contact with the pillows thrown onto his bed.
He’s going to fuck the shit out of them.
He’s going to fuck them so good, Husk will have to admit it’s the best thing he’d ever seen and he’d definitely rather see it produced in a studio that can catch it from every angle.
Poor little Husk will be stuck watching Angel helplessly frot against a pillow with none of the good angles. He won’t even give Husk the ass view. That’ll show him.
Or maybe he should find a good angle for Husk. Show him what he’s missing. He could emphasize that some dumb whore filming her tits for pennies will never compare to the shit Angel does for thousands of dollars.
Dollars that Angel never gets to see, but it’s still dollars nonetheless!
With a determined nod, Angel gets his phone ready, propping it up on his dresser and pointing at the bed. He gives the camera a little smirk and a wave.
“For your eyes only, amore mio.”
With a wink, Angel gets up onto the bed, grabbing a nearby pillow and rolling himself slowly down so his chest fluff rubs against the pillow. It doesn’t do anything for him, but it sure does feel like it could look sexy.
In Angel’s years of sex work, the one thing he’s learned that if he does something with enough confidence, he can make anything look good. The men like the illusion of tits on his chest and they love it more when they are pressed or rubbing against something.
Slowly, he inches his body back up, straightening his back and gives the pillow one, good experimental thrust. His mouth falls open as he immediately finds the correct angle. He rolls his hips forward, his bottom set of hands reaching down to keep the pillow steady as it starts to slide with Angel’s movements and ruining the friction he’s creating.
And meanwhile, he puts his top set of hands to work on fondling his “tits”. He makes sure to give those a little extra attention, slowly kneading at them in time with his thrusts as he knows for a fact Husk likes them. He catches him staring at them enough. Angel wonders if Husk knows it's all fluff and no substance.
His movements pick up and the friction of the pillow against Angel’s sex becomes slippery from the wetness building up. Tension starts to build in his lower stomach and his breathing starts to get more erratic and the bottom set of hands start grabbing at the pillow harder, moving it to create more friction.
There is a brief moment where Angel even wonders if this angle is even flattering on the camera, but he quickly shakes the thought away– only caring about chasing his orgasm.
Unfortunately, humping them like this only gets him so close before he needs to lay down to give his thighs a break and mount the damn thing like an animal.
He picks up the pace from there, no longer caring about the aesthetics as the new position gives him a new sense of control. He thrusts against the pillow wildly until finally, he feels his orgasm bloom inside of his lower stomach. His hips stutter as he throws his head back and lets out a moan that he hopes is sexy enough for Husk.
He doesn’t like the porn star moan, he notes to himself.
He comes down from his high slowly, ears ringing and legs sore from overuse. Blinking a few times, he looks over at the camera pointed at his bed with a frown. He rolls off the bed, stumbling a bit at first and ends the recording.
He plays it back with a deep frown.
The angle is bad… but Angel wanted that. But there were more problems beyond just that. He’s too quiet through most of it, his faces aren’t sexy enough– God, is that a double chin?
Angel instinctively brings a hand up to cover his chin.
It’s bad.
There’s no way he could show Husk this mess. Hell, how do the amateur girlies even do this? Do they film themselves fucking pillows? Is it possible?
With a defeated sigh, Angel closes his phone and throws it next to the thoroughly soaked pillow.
—
The next morning was a quiet one for Husk. Most sinners were off working for their Overlords, doing dumb therapy exercises with Charlie and Vaggie, or sleeping. Which always made time for Angel and Husk to have some one on one time while he opens up the bar. And this morning was no different, with Angel sliding into the barstool and giving Husk a downtrodden look.
“Good morning, Angel,” Husk says as he starts to prepare a mimosa.
“I made the video,” Angel says.
Husk finishes preparing the drink with a soft smile and gently places it down in front of Angel, “I figured.”
“‘S not very good,” Angel admits, looking down at his lap and not touching the drink.
Husk raises an eyebrow, “Oh?”
“Yeah, I tried doing something different. But the camera quality sucks, you can’t see any of the goods, and it’s just not all that sexy. Now I get why Val wouldn’t ever let me film a video like it.”
Husk frowns at that, “Obviously you don’t have to show me if you don’t want to, but you know I’d love it no matter what, right?”
“You're my partner, you have to say that.”
“I guess this means you won then, right? Amateur isn’t as good as studio?” Husk tries again, but Angel still seems down. “You know… maybe this isn’t the conversation we should be having right now.”
“What do ya mean?” Angel asks.
“You know I wouldn’t love you more or less if you were an amateur porn star, right? You don’t have to do amateur stuff for me. The porn stuff’s not why I like you.”
Angel gives him a sad smile and Husk goes to place Angel’s cheek in the palm of his hand. Angel leans into it, “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings yesterday.”
“It’s okay. I’m sorry if I was takin’ shit too personally again. You’re allowed to have your taste in porn. And now I learned first hand filmin’ that shit yourself and it actually turnin’ out good ain’t easy. Guess I gotta give the amateurs their flowers.”
“I’m glad that’s settled then,” Husk raises his flask of whiskey up to his lips and takes a couple of gulps.
Angel leans back in his chair and crosses his legs, looking far more comfortable compared to earlier, “Who’d have thought getting a good angle for pillow humpin’ would be so difficult? I came hard though… can’t really complain.”
Husk promptly coughs up his whiskey, feeling some of it slide down wrong, making him choke. He grasps at the sink before looking up at Angel with wide eyes, “...pillow humping?”
Angel starts to inspect his nails like he hadn’t noticed Husk choke on his drink, “Yeah, it was somethin’ nobody’s ever watched me do on camera before so I figured it’d be nice for you to be the first and only person to see that. Plus, it gets the imagination going! Are you inside of me? Am I inside of you? Are we frotting like wild animals? Maybe we’re bumpin’ purses, I don’t know–” Angel makes a lewd scissoring motion with his hands, “Whatever you want.”
Husk clears his throat before turning his attention down to the glass he starts to busily clean the countertop, “I mean, you know you don’t have to show me, but if you want to then I need to you know I’m not exactly against it…”
Angel tsks, rolling his eyes playfully, “Husk, you can’t be this obvious! You make it too easy to make fun of you!”
Husk’s face turns a dark red that has Angel biting back a big smile. He starts to sputter out a response, but Angel can’t make of whatever it is Husk is trying to formulate in that brain of his.
Deciding to spare him, Angel holds up a hand to stop him, “How about we go upstairs, watch the video together and then I give you a demonstration on what it should have looked like? Alastor won’t miss ya. Ain’t no one awake yet.”
Husk chuckles nervously and Angel takes his silence as a ‘yes’, taking his hand and yanking him up the stairs to show him exactly where he went wrong in his video making skills.