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“Oh Huskyyy, I got an ideaaa,” Angel sang, bending his slender body down over the bar counter and giving Husk his sexy eyes.
Husk knew that voice. Usually it meant Angel wanted to try a new kink or something. He wondered what crazy suggestion he'd come up with this time. “What now.”
Angel’s eyes sparkled and he grinned, a sort of grin that was both mischievous and excited. Clearly whatever he was about to suggest, he really wanted Husk to agree to it. “Soo, I was wonderin, maybe in the near distant future… we can switch things up a bit.”
Husk raised an eyebrow. “Meaning?”
Angel leaned in closer to him, his chin on his palms and his smirk still wide. “I wanna fuck ya.”
Husk blinked at him. It took him a second to realize Angel didn't mean in general. He meant he wanted to top him.
“...Do you, now?” He said, but by the smug look on Angel’s face, he could tell the heat on his face hadn't gone unnoticed.
“Mhm. Don't get me wrong, I love your cock in my tight, slutty hole—”
“Yep I get it.”
“—But I'm curious. Ya know I like to experiment.”
“Do you even know how to top?” Husk couldn't help asking.
Angel scoffed, offended. “Uh, yeah, asshole, I've done just about everything there is to do in sex. Val’s just a creep that likes seein me dominated all the time so I'm just used to bottomin now. But anyway, so whaddya say? Can I make those wings flap?”
Husk did flap one of his wings, with the express purpose of softly hitting Angel in the face. “...I’ll think about it.”
“Welp, that's not a no!” Angel said happily, taking another swig of his drink.
Husk wasn't about to tell him, at least not any time soon, that he'd never bottomed before. Before Angel, he hadn't had much sex anyway. He hadn't been a virgin, but it wasn't something he was particularly experienced on. He could live without it. Alcohol usually numbed his libido, anyway.
That hadn't changed when Angel had come along, not at first, but once he learned more about him and that his hypersexuality wasn't always a mask, he got a bit more comfortable with it. Their first time together had been a little rocky, with Husk rusty on sex in general and Angel rusty on having sex with someone he actually liked, but they'd gotten into a nice rhythm since then that Husk enjoyed. Husk had always topped, though. That seemed to be the obvious dynamic, but he hadn't really thought about it until now. He'd really never wondered about anything else, since it was usually Angel that initiated the advances. Not because Husk didn't enjoy their times together, but just because his sexual needs weren't nearly as high as Angel’s. He was fine with that.
Angel just seemed… designed to be a subby bottom. Husk had trouble seeing him as anything else, which he guessed wasn't very fair, but that's all he had seen. Would Angel make fun of him or patronize him if he admitted he hadn't bottomed before? Maybe. Not in a mean way, not with any real malice, but it'd still be embarrassing, and Husk would rather avoid even good-natured teasing. Angel had seemed really excited, though. Well, what the hell. Maybe he'd end up liking it. There wasn't any harm in trying it at least once. Some of the other kinks Angel had suggested ended up being hits, so maybe this would be too.
—
Husk fixed himself a strong drink in preparation to tell Angel he'd decided to go along with his idea. He was more than familiar with Angel’s dick; it was on the smaller side of average, honestly, which might be for the best. Angel hadn't brought it up again yet, but then again, it was only the next day. He's sure he’ll ask again in a few minutes when he gets home from work and sidles up to the bar. Husk wasn't going to bring it up unless Angel did.
Husk heard the front door open and the telltale sign of heels clicking on the floor towards him. He watched Angel come into view, arching his back out after a long day of work, and heading for the bar as usual. Husk already had his drink ready for him, pushing it towards him when Angel sat down.
“Thanks, babycakes,” Angel yawned, tipping half of the drink down his throat.
“Long day?” Husk asked, sipping his whiskey.
“As always,” Angel mumbled. “Sheesh, this one guy nearly tore me apart, fuckin dickhead.”
Husk didn't say anything. He was waiting for Angel to mention yesterday's proposal again, but maybe Angel was too tired to think about it tonight.
Or maybe not.
“Y'know what I could do with? A nice night a’ one on one with my favorite kitten,” Angel said, shimmying his shoulders and giving Husk “the look.”
“Still dunno how you have the energy for that after doing it all day,” Husk said.
“Look, if I can't have crack, at least lemme have a good orgasm at the end a’ the day for some dopamine.”
“Fair enough.”
“Soo, have ya thought any more about my idea?” Angel asked.
“What idea?” Husk said, playing dumb.
“Y'know. The one that involves my dick in your ass this time.”
Husk downed the rest of his whiskey glass. “Yeah. Thought about it.”
“Aaand?” Angel urged.
“I guess if you really want to, we can,” Husk muttered.
At first Angel looked excited, but then he narrowed his eyes. “Ya not just sayin that to make me happy, are ya? Cause ya don't look too excited.”
Husk sighed. Either he told him now, or he got panicky later trying to pretend he'd had a dick in his ass before. “I'm… nervous.”
“Nervous? For lil ol’ me? C'mon.”
“I've never,” Husk mumbled, focusing very hard on his empty glass, “bottomed before.”
Angel’s eyes widened. “Ohhh. That explains alot.”
“What's that supposed to mean?” Husk said defensively, glaring at him, but Angel was grinning.
“Nothin! Oh, baby, lemme give ya a good time. Pinky promise I will. You'll look so cute underneath me,” he said, scratching Husk under the chin fondly.
Husk turned his head away, his face hot. “Fuck you.”
“Other way around tonight, honeybun. I'll see ya upstairs,” Angel said, finishing his drink and winking before sashaying off up to his room.
Husk poured himself another drink.
—
At closing time, he staggered up to Angel’s room and knocked on the door.
“Come on in, darlin,” he heard, and knew he was about to walk in on some overblown, fancy bullshit.
He opened the door and sure enough, Angel was posing on the bed, wearing nothing but some underwear and one of Husk's old button ups, draping off his shoulders and unbuttoned to expose his torso. It was like a crop top on him because he was so much taller than Husk, but Husk found himself uncannily interested in the display nonetheless. Damn. Guess Angel had finally learned that lingerie wasn't the way to get through to Husk and had tried something different, and this absolutely did work.
“Did you steal that from my room?” He said, shutting the door behind him.
Angel grinned, bowing his head in mock shame. “Maaaybe.”
“Looks good on you,” Husk said, clearing his throat.
“Everything looks good on me. Now c'mere dollface, lie down with me.”
His heart beating rapidly, Husk took off his hat and slid in next to Angel, who scooted over to make room for him. To his surprise, Angel didn't immediately jump him. He just shifted onto his side and stroked Husk's arm gently for a bit.
“Ya sure about this?” Angel said softly. “If I'm gonna pop your ass cherry I wantcha to be sure about it.”
“If you ever say ‘ass cherry' again I'm walkin out,” Husk said. “...But yeah. I'm sure.”
Angel smiled and kissed him, more gently than he usually did. It was an interesting change, Angel being slow and soft instead of rough and messy. Not that this was any less passionate. Angel moved on top of him and deepened their kiss, his hands wandering Husk’s body. One played with his left ear, another cupped his cheek, a third stroked his chest, and a fourth squeezed his hip. It felt good. He felt relaxed, his head somewhat cloudy, as Angel’s tongue infiltrated his mouth and wiped his mind of any doubts or anxieties he'd had.
The hand on his hip crept down further, but not by much. Angel broke away from the kiss for air, and to see how Husk was doing. “D'ya always look like that when I kiss ya?”
“Like what?” Husk said groggily.
Angel giggled. “Like ya just shot the best load a’ your life. Or, like ya just woke up from a nice daydream.”
“You tell me.”
Angel stroked his furry cheek affectionately. “I dunno. I'm usually too tongue-drunk to notice.” He pecked Husk on the mouth and moved his kisses to his neck instead. Husk lifted his chin to give him more room, trying to get used to the feeling of being underneath someone, of having things done to him instead of doing them to Angel. Angel was being uncharacteristically gentle with him, too, which was also taking some getting used to.
Angel’s sharp teeth grazed over his neck and Husk shivered involuntarily. He felt Angel smirk against him. “Ya like that, micione bello?”
Husk didn't reply, because Angel knew the fucking answer and he wasn't going to make him say it out loud. “Using your Italian on me? That's cheating.”
“Oh, is it gattino? Well, ya know I don't play fair,” Angel purred, scratching Husk behind the ears. Husk twitched. Angel knew he liked that. Bastard.
Angel kept the infuriating smirk on his face as a hand dragged over to one of Husk's wings and trailed a finger over the edge. Husk inhaled sharply and shivered violently at the shock that little touch had sent through him.
“Ooh, sensitive wings? That's adorable,” Angel said, delighted.
“You call me adorable again and I'll— hh—”
“Moan for me?” Angel finished for him, rubbing the edge of Husk's wing. “Ohh, so threatening. I'm terrified .”
“Shut the fuck up,” Husk grumbled.
“Make me, amorino.”
Husk mumbled insults under his breath before pulling Angel forward and kissing him, because he always fell for his traps. Angel plucked gently at a feather and Husk heard himself groan into his mouth. Angel returned it, shoving his tongue back into Husk's mouth and eating up every shaky breath and sound he made. The hand on Husk’s hip moved further down, this time brushing over exactly where he wanted Angel’s touch the most.
“Oh, you're already so hard,” Angel murmured, pressing his palm into the bulge and rubbing it through the fabric of Husk's slacks. Husk mewled, trying to keep his hips still as they twitched longingly into Angel’s hand. “Want me to take these off, baby?” He tugged at the waist of Husk's pants.
Husk gave a very controlled nod, trying not to look desperate, but it wasn't enough for Angel.
“Use words, cucciolo.”
“Yes,” Husk grunted, staring through Angel instead of at him.
“Ya don't sound very eager. Maybe I should just call it quits?” Angel said, moving like he was about to get off of Husk, but Husk grabbed him before he could stop himself.
“No. You… you can keep going.”
“But do ya want me too?” Angel said, a glint in his eyes that told Husk he was having a great time with this.
“Yes, you fuckin asshole!” Husk growled. “Why d'you hafta humiliate me?”
“It's just so cute seein ya all flustered, Husky,” Angel snickered. “It ain't like ya.”
“Shuddup,” Husk said, having no better responses.
Angel chuckled and nudged Husk’s suspenders off his shoulders, unbuttoning his slacks and sliding them down. “Well hello again, handsome,” Angel grinned, gazing hungrily at Husk's dick. “Nice to see ya again.” He slid a finger over the very tip, making Husk hiss softly.
“Get a move on, would you,” he grumbled through gritted teeth, his face hot as he tried to resist the lust boiling up inside him.
Angel tutted at him. “Is that any way to talk to your lover, Husky? Gotta be nice to get whatcha want.”
Husk clenched his teeth harder. This fucking asshole, determined to relentlessly tease him until Husk broke and begged for it.
“Can you please, ” he emphasized, teeth still gritted. “go further.”
“Mm, define ‘further’.”
“Angel, I swear to fuck.”
“Okay, okay, signor impaziente.” Angel bent down and took Husk’s cock into his mouth like he'd done so many times before, because he couldn't resist. He loved sucking Husk off, and he figured it'd be good to warm him up with something familiar before they got to the new stuff.
Husk tangled a hand in Angel’s silky hair and breathed a little easier as he finally got some stimulation, familiar stimulation, too. Angel’s talent at oral had never wavered, especially not with Husk, and the same was true now.
Angel was always uncannily loud during sex; maybe it was his porn star roots acting out, but he was always shrieking and wailing when Husk pleasured him. Husk had always been the quiet one, resigned to soft grunts and groans and fist clenches. He sighed shakily, enjoying Angel’s mouth for a while, before Angel pulled off. That was unlike him. The cum slut was usually pretty eager to swallow up everything Husk gave him.
“Ya wanna try a finger?” Angel asked him, holding up his pointer finger for emphasis.
“Huh? Oh,” Husk said, feeling his face get hot again as he remembered what he’d agreed to. Well, maybe he’d like it. If he didn’t, they could always just do what they normally did instead, no harm done. “Yeah, okay.”
Angel smirked and stuck his finger in his mouth, slicking it up with saliva before sneaking it down past Husk’s balls to his virgin hole. “Ya ready?”
Husk took a deep breath. “...Yeah.”
Angel pushed his finger inside slowly, and Husk’s breath hitched softly. Huh.
“How’s it feel?” Angel asked him, examining his expression for clues. “Good, bad, hurts?”
“Doesn’t hurt,” Husk said. “It’s… just different.”
“Just wait, honeybun. Gimme a sec and I’ll bump that review up to amazin. ” Angel poked and prodded at different spots, carefully so it wouldn’t hurt, then hmmed and wiggled his finger in deeper. He curved it up, and Husk jolted.
“Ahh, there we go,” Angel smirked. “Lemme introduce ya to your prostate, babycakes. We’ll be best friends.” Before Husk could even think to respond to that, Angel dug his finger into that spot again, and again, relentlessly, until Husk was biting at his own arm trying to control the outrageous noises threatening to spill from his throat.
Angel was enjoying himself too, his other upper arm propped up supporting his chin while he watched Husk with a smirk on his face. “D’aww, look atcha fallin apart. You’re so cute.”
Husk wanted to tell him to shove it, but he was afraid if he tried to speak something more embarrassing would come out instead. Christ, and this was just one finger. What would it feel like with Angel’s dick inside him?
“Think ya can take anotha one, dollface?” Angel asked, slowing his finger down to a gentle prod so Husk could answer.
“Yeah,” Husk said breathlessly, trying to ignore the shit-eating grin on Angel’s face. He felt a second finger nudge in beside the first one, stretching him wider, and he winced a little at the sting, but it wasn’t too bad. Not bad enough to cover the electric jolts that Angel’s fingers against that sweet spot were giving him.
“Ya doin so good for me, tesoro. Ya feel good?” Angel murmured, still watching Husk with unmatched satisfaction on his face.
“Fuck do you think?” Husk growled, still not meeting Angel’s eyes.
“C’mon, don’t cover your mouth, I wanna hear ya. Ya’ve never been so vocal before,” Angel said, his smile turning softer.
“Shuddup!” Husk grunted, but Angel just drove his fingers in harder and pulled a groan out of Husk before he could stifle it.
“Why’re ya so embarrassed to feel good, baby? It’s nothin to be ashamed of,” Angel said, one of his other hands stroking Husk’s dick lazily while his fingers kept up their work. “I like gettin to see ya like this. It’s hot.”
Husk tried to glare at him, but it was very weak. It collapsed entirely when yet another of Angel’s hands (fuck, why did he have to have so many?!) brushed over the base of his right wing. A few more strokes to his cock, a few more plucks at his wings, and a few more thrusts of Angel’s fingers, and Husk just fucking came before he even knew what was going on. He knew he’d been getting close but something in Angel’s gaze jerked him over the edge faster than he’d expected. Seeing the look of surprise on Angel’s face as his hand was coated was humiliating enough.
“Wow, Husky, two fingers? Damn, I’m talented,” Angel said. Husk turned his head before he could catch sight of Angel’s inevitable smirk, his ears laid back.
Angel gave him a scratch behind the ears. “Aw, baby, don’t be embarrassed, it’s okay. First time I got fucked in the ass I came way faster than that.”
Husk still didn’t look at him. “Fuck me,” He said, his voice raspy. “With your dick.”
Angel stared at him, wide eyed, for a good five seconds before grinning. “Alright then.”
He pulled off his underwear, letting his dick stand, already hard. “Now I know it ain’t no horse cock, but it’s probably a good size for your first. B’sides, it’s how ya use it that counts,” Angel winked. “Open that drawer next to ya and toss me the lube, wouldja darlin?”
Husk obeyed him and Angel made a show of lubing himself up, making sure Husk could see his every move. “Ya ready for me, sweetheart?”
“Yes, dammit,” Husk said, glaring at Angel to hide the want in his eyes, but Angel saw right through him. He always did.
“Alright baby, here I come. Well, soon, heheh.” Angel pushed inside and Husk watched his eyelids flutter in pleasure. “Oh, ya feel good Husky, don't think I've fucked a virgin before.”
“I ain't a virgin!” Husk said grumpily to distract from the feeling of Angel’s cock stretching him open so sweetly and slowly it was driving him nuts.
“You're a bottom virgin. An ass virgin, if ya will,” Angel giggled, leaning down and kissing Husk’s little nose. “How do I feel, sugar?”
“Like a dick,” Husk said, because no way was he going to say fantastic.
“Aw, looks like I gotta fuck the grumpiness outta ya,” Angel grinned, sheathing himself fully inside Husk and connecting them. He peppered kisses over Husk's cheeks, staying still inside him. “How d'ya feel? Nothin hurts?”
“No,” Husk mumbled, bashful at being so cared for, especially by fucking Angel Dust of all people, who he didn't think would be big on this kind of softy, gentle, romantic sex.
“Good,” Angel murmured. “I'm gonna start movin now.”
Husk nodded, and Angel pulled his hips back and pushed forward again, starting slow so Husk could get used to the feeling. Husk took a shuddery breath, twitching each time Angel bottomed out inside him, thinking about how never in a million years had he expected to end up here.
He wasn't prepared for when Angel aimed for his prostate. A sharp moan was wrenched from him and his hand flew up to his mouth directly afterward, shocked at himself. Angel just smirked at him.
“Good boy, that's what I wanna hear.” Angel kept his pace slow, but started going a little harder, hitting Husk’s good spot firmly each time. His lower arms were holding Husk's waist and his upper arms were planted on either side of Husk on the mattress, but one of them nudged at Husk’s arm when it continued to try and muffle his moans.
“Don't make me hold ya captive, babydoll. I got the arms for it.”
Husk clamped his hand over his mouth harder, which was the wrong move. Angel pulled his arms up and pinned them above his head, leaning in close to him as he snapped his hips forward faster. “Lemme hear ya scream for me, kitten.”
Husk shut his eyes, unable to take the look on Angel’s face. A mixture of hungry lust and arousal and pure love and care for him, a look he'd never gotten from anyone else. His eyes being shut seemed only to enhance the feeling of Angel inside him, especially when a hand wrapped around his cock and jerked at it. He swears, if Angel touches his damn wings again, he's gonna cum on the spot.
Angel apparently decided to spare him from that, which really just succeeds in winding Husk up more slowly and more effectively. “Oh, I gotta fuck ya more often, baby. You're fuckin beautiful like this.”
Husk squeezed his eyes shut tighter as if that would block out the feelings Angel was giving him. Not the physical ones, the emotional ones. The ones he'd been scared to fully embrace ever since he and Angel got together. He huffed and whined and whimpered, no longer able to muffle himself, his legs twitching more and more with every thrust Angel made.
“Ya wanna scream my name?” Angel whispered in his ear.
“No,” Husk managed to say somewhat steadily.
“Hm, worth a shot.” Angel decided to pull out his final attack. One hand already on Husk's dick, he used another to trail over one of Husk's wings, and used his tongue on the other wing. Husk made a cute little squeak that turned into a high-pitched moan as Angel kept pounding into him.
“Gonna cum, amore mio?” Angel said, giving the edge of Husk's wing a nibble. Husk's wings jittered almost as badly as his legs were, his hips making minute little twitches up into Angel’s hand.
“Yeah,” Husk whispered breathlessly, feeling himself nearing that edge at an alarming rate.
“Mm, I will if you will,” Angel said, nuzzling into Husk's neck before pulling the tip of his wing into his mouth and sucking at it right when he squeezed Husk’s cock and fucked into his prostate hard.
Husk didn't know if that was a coincidence or if Angel’s timing was just that good, but it did the trick. He came, hard, making a mess all over Angel’s hand and his own stomach as he arched his back and wailed.
“Oh yeah, make that pretty cum face for me baby, fuck,” Angel was panting, his hair hanging sweatily in his face as he thrust in faster, his hips eventually stuttering as he blew his load into Husk. Husk grunted weakly, still recovering from his own orgasm.
“Mmn,” Angel sighed, flopping down onto Husk’s chest without regard for the mess on it. “That was fuckin good. Haven't topped in a hot minute. Oh, shit, I didn't ask ya if I could cum inside— heh, sorry,” he finished sheepishly. “How ya doin?”
Husk blinked a couple times, and then wrapped his freed arms around Angel and held him close. The cuddling was one of his favorite parts of sex, as sappy as that was. Angel chuckled and embraced him back.
“I'll clean us up in a sec. Let's just lay here for a bit, yeah?
Husk nodded, pressing his face to Angel’s abundantly fluffy chest. He had a lot of thoughts, but they'd have to wait until he'd had a bath, a nap, a smoke, and a drink. For now, he just inhaled Angel’s sweet scent and cherished his touch.
“Thanks,” he mumbled after what felt like forever. “...For givin me a good time.”
Angel smiled widely, showing all his teeth. “Does that mean this one's a win? Down to try it again sometime?”
Husk's mouth twitched into a partial, reluctant smile. “Yeah. Sure.”