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Angel was frustrated.
He wanted to have sex. He really really wanted to have sex.
“But Angel” some idiot might say, “don’t you have sex on the reg for your actual literal job as a Porn Star?”
Which yes, yes he did. However.
It had been a while- like legitimately longer than he could remember since Angel had gotten laid for pleasure and not business. He and Husk had been going steady for about a month now (and that was definitely a first) but they hadn’t gone past some sappy handholding and a few chaste kisses. They spent most of their time talking. Like old people.
Angel fucking loved it, really he did. He appreciated that Husk was all about romance, and taking it slow, and open and honest communication. It was the safest and most understood he’d ever felt in his un-life.
But shit if he wasn’t a horny fucker and somehow, the presence of feelings was making him even hornier. Practically all he could think about these days was having sweet romantic sex with his boyfriend. Saccharine and a little disturbing for someone of his sexual caliber, but ultimately desired and doable.
Unfortunately, Angel was also very fucking nervous.
He’d never actually… done it like that before. He’d had sex all sorts of ways, in every position, with any number of partners, both kinky and vanilla.
But soft and romantically? Now that was out of Angel’s wheelhouse. Valentino’s idea of romance had been drugging him and/or choking him until he passed out. Which hey, Angel could enjoy that on occasion. He just didn’t think that’s how Husk would like it, and he very desperately wanted Husk to like it. To like having sex with him. If he even liked having sex at all.
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It took all of his courage, but the next time they were cuddling in Husk’s bed Angel cocooned snug against his side like usual, he finally managed to broach the subject. It was a night for just them, and work hadn’t been too bad today so Angel even had enough energy to go all night long, baby. He knew from experiences that overly-flirtatious advances would be ignored and rejected, so he decided to be straightforward about it.
“Hey Husk, you wanna have sex with me?” There. Very smooth.
Seemingly unperturbed, Husk just raised an eyebrow. “Well that really depends on whether you want to have sex with me.”
Oh. That wasn’t the gentle refusal Angel had been worrying about. He couldn’t help but laugh in relief. “Of course I wanna have sex with you!”
“Good.” Husk’s arm tightened around Angel. “Surprised it took you so long to ask.”
“If I'd known it was gonna be this easy, I’d have asked a lot sooner,” Angel told him honestly. Then teasingly, “you know, ya never answered the question.”
Husk huffed a laugh of his own. “Yes legs, I want to have sex with you. I just have a couple of ground rules.”
A little part of Angel shriveled up (not like that, get ya mind out of the gutter). Right, of course. Rules for sex. He abided by those all the time. He hoped Husk’s weren’t too restrictive.
“Rule number one,” Husk said, oblivious to Angel’s worries, “If you don’t like something I do, tell me. And I’ll tell you.”
Alright, easy enough so far, probably. Sure, Angel was more used to moaning and dirty-talking through pain and discomfort trying to make it be over faster, but he could probably put that aside for a night with his boyfriend.
Husk waited until Angel nodded before going on. “Rule number two, if either of us want to stop for any reason, we stop.”
Angel was very sure he wouldn’t want to stop unless Husk did, so that was pretty easy to agree with too.
“Lastly,” Husk said, “For me, sex is about making you feel good. You tell me what you like, and I get to be in charge of making it happen. You okay with that?”
Angel batted his lashes at the old cat. “Aw, Husky, you like being in charge? I’ll bet you’re real good at it.” He leaned up to kiss Husk’s lips, which had twitched upwards in a smile.
“Well that’s all for me,” Husk said. “Anything you want to talk about before we do this?”
The promise of imminent sex had Angel’s dick twitching in his pants, but he did have one topic he cautiously wanted to ask about. “How da ya feel about uh, kinky shit and BDSM and stuff?” It wasn’t that Angel wouldn’t have vanilla sex with Husk if that was what his boyfriend really wanted. He’d still definitely enjoy it. He just… preferred a few ropes and manhandling, that was all.
“I’m in charge,” Husk repeated. “Thinking that’s not kinky enough for you? I promise I can take you apart with nothing but me myself and I.” He had the nerve to wink. “We can talk about other shit later. For now, I want it to be just us.”
He sounded so confident, so self-assured. Angel’s dick gave another stir. Yeah, this was gonna work out realll nicely.
“So what?” Angel asked, trying to gauge what exactly the vibe was here. ”You gonna order me to ride you into the mattress while you tell me how pretty I look?”
It was possible that such a scenario had appeared in his fantasies a time or two.
But Husk shook his head. "Nah, you're gonna lie on your back for me while I touch you. And you're gonna tell me how you feel."
Angel crossed his top set of arms, the unsureness suddenly making a comeback. "You want me ta talk?" Sure, he was highly rated for his ability to say filthy things, but according to Husk, none of that sounded real. Angel didn't know if he knew how to do real anymore. Especially to Husk’s satisfaction.
Husk shrugged. "Use your words, have a reaction. Just let me know one way or the other." His expression was suddenly stern. "Don't fake it, you know I won't like it."
Fuck, but Angel loved it when Husk was stern. He gave a teasing salute. “Whatever ya say, Husker.” He tilted his head. “D’ya want me to call you anything? Like a sexy title?”
“We can talk about that later,” Husk said flatly. “Unless you absolutely need to call me Daddy to get off, just use my name.”
“You got it.” Normally, Angel probably would have said something snarky there. Instead, he felt like trying to have sex with Husk was slowly robbing him of all the confidence he usually displayed so easily.
Husk didn’t like his masks, Husk liked the real him. And that was downright terrifying.
Angel chewed on his bottom lip. “So um, d’ya wanna-”
He was cut off with a kiss.
They’d kissed before of course. Never really made it to making out or anything, but Angel always liked it anyways.
Now they were definitely making out. Husk was right- he was in charge. One of his big claw-tipped hands buried itself in Angel’s hair while his tongue skillfully teased Angel’s mouth open. He tugged ever so slightly at the strands between his fingers, and Angel absolutely melted.
“I love it when a strong handsome man takes charge,” he murmured, trying for seductive when Husk pulled back so they could get some air, even though they didn’t really need it.
He must have succeeded, because Husk smirked instead of snapping at him to turn the persona off. Maybe the key was to just… say what he genuinely wanted to and not what he felt he had to? Yeah, Angel could do that. He leaned in to keep the kissing going, but Husk held him back by his fistful of hair.
“Husk,” Angel whined, straining forward just enough to feel the pressure against his skull. Fuck, it felt good.
“Hmm?” Husk was still smirking, and it was doing Things to Angel. Giving him tingles in allll the right places. “Something you want?”
Angel gave him a bit of a stink-eye, because that was an unneeded question if there ever was one. “You,” he said, in a ‘duh’ sort of tone. “You’re a good kisser, Husker.”
“That’s not all I’m good at,” Husk said smugly. His grasp in Angel’s air suddenly tightened and began tugging him backwards, even as his forearm moved to support so Angel didn’t have to freefall flat onto his back. “Lay down, legs. I’m gonna show you what else I can do.”
As soon as Angel was laying down, cushioned comfortably in the mountain of pillows Husk always kept propped against his headboard, Husk filled the spot between his legs, which spread automatically to accommodate him.
“Can I take these off?” Husk asked, slipping a finger underneath the waistband of Angel’s slacks.
Angel nearly told him he could do anything he wanted, but he was pretty sure that would lead to a lecture about having limits and boundaries, so instead he just said, “yeah.”
“Good.” Both of Husk’s warm furry hands gripped either side of his waist, pulling the pants down.
“Want me to take my shirt off?” Angel asked, hands already going to the buttons at his lapels.
Husk growled, and abandoned the pants to grab Angel’s wrists. “No. Let me do it.”
He’d left the slacks bunched up a little more than halfway down Angel’s legs, so while Husk was taking care of his shirt, Angel covertly kicked them the rest of the way off. He reached down to tug his stockings up, cuz his feet were- he paused. Valentino always wanted them covered. Said they were so ugly they’d ruin entire scenes. He’d said it so much, in fact, that Angel had just accepted it as a truth. Now was his chance to find out if that was true.
Husk had finished with his shirt and was leaning over him, frowning slightly. “Something wrong, Angel?”
Angel couldn’t hold back a giggle. The idea of Husk having the same opinion as Val on Angel’s feet of all things was just so ridiculous.
“My feet,” he explained nonsensically, “I was thinking about how you probably don’t care if my stockings are on or off.”
Husk drew back to sit on his haunches, but his frown didn’t deepen. “You’re right, I don’t care. Do you care? I don’t mind if it will make you feel better to keep them on.”
Oh. That was… that was really fucking sweet. Angel had to think about it.
“I only care if you’re gonna say something mean about ‘em,” he said finally. “I guess I just don’t really want ta have to think about my feet while we’re having sex.”
“You’re doing an incredible job,” Husk deadpanned. “I promise I won’t say anything mean about your feet, and you do whatever you want with your stockings, how’s that?”
Angel nodded. He left the stockings on, for now, but decided if they happened to come rolling down in middle of the fun, he’d try really hard not to let it matter.
“Good.” Husk leaned down to kiss him again. “Then let’s move on.” He continued kissing Angel, nipping softly at his neck, which felt amazing, trying to mouth over his chest but pausing and making a face instead as he had to spit out a mouthful of whiteish-pink fluff. Husk’s claws traced lightly over the plane of Angel’s ribs, drawing a quiet giggle out of him, because it tickled a little.
It wasn’t as hard as Angel had been expecting to react appropriately. When Husk’s teeth made contact with his skin, his breath stuttered involuntarily. The kisses trailed down his stomach made him moan a little, and when Husk paused right above his dick and asked, “May I?” his voice rougher than usual, said dick gave such an obvious twitch it was downright embarrassing.
“Yes please,” Angel said, his voice much breathier than normal. “Little Angel is clearly very on-board with the idea,” he added, trying to pretend he still had some kind of composure.
“Good boy,” Husk said and oh, that definitely got to him. Angel was moaning before Husk’s mouth even sank down on him, the warm wet heat engulfing his cock in a way he hadn’t experienced in quite a while.
The sandpapery texture of Husk’s tongue was interesting, but quite pleasant. He made sure not to let the little barbs rasp too intensely along the sensitive skin of Angel’s cock.
Hesitatingly, Angel let his hand hover over the back of Husk’s head, until with a grunt, Husk reached up and placed it in his fur. “Don’t yank my fur out,” he warned, before going back to work.
Luckily, Angel was a pro at pretty much all things sex-related, and no complaints were made. Husk kept going until Angel’s hips bucked a little too wildly, and then he stopped. Rather abruptly.
Angel lay there panting for a moment, stunned from the intensity before the cessation registered. “Husk!” he could barely manage the effort to squeak it out.
Husk was raising an eyebrow at him, looking rather smug again. The hand that Angel had wound in Husk’s fur slid out of it gracefully. He tried to gather his wits about him, but it was heard when his brain was buzzing like this and his tongue felt so heavy he could barely speak. “Do- D’ya want me ta-”
“Sh, shh,” Husk quieted him. “I want you to keep enjoying yourself. That’s all. Scale of one to ten, how ya doing?”
Angel held up both upper hands, palms out, before frowning. No, that wasn’t right. That was only eight. “Plus two,” he said, holding up one more hand with two more fingers raised. The confusion overroad his exhaustion for a second, so well, in fact, that then Angel started rambling a little. “A solid ten out of ten, Husky,” he informed his dashing chivalrous kitty. “Haven’t been blown that well in uh… ever, I think. Good job on your mouth. You’ve got the best tongue to ever tongue.”
“Thank you,” Husk said, his cheeks darkening ever so slightly with the hint of a blush. “I just didn’t want you to come yet.”
Angel’s jaw dropped at the implication. ‘Wha- Husk, I’m a fucking porn star! You think I don’t know how to get really into it without blowing my load?”
Besides, with the whole ‘I’m in charge’ thing Angel had been expecting not to come until ordered or allowed anyways. He knew the drill.
“Yeah, I know.” Husk seemed unbothered by the indignance of Angel’s tone. He seemed a little amused, actually. “I just figured you’re probably faking it when you’re recording, most of the time. I don’t know how you stack up when you’re actually into it.”
Angel opened his mouth to defend himself, then paused. That was an incredibly fair point. It wasn’t that he never enjoyed himself during a shoot, but it also wasn’t like his co-stars were actually ever paying all that much attention to his pleasure. It was just his job to act like they were.
“Besides,” Husk added, amusement giving way to mischief, “I love getting you all riled up.”
“There are nicer ways,” Angel pouted. He found that he had control of his limbs again and used his bottom set of arms to tug Husk closer to him for another round of hot n heavy kissing.
This time, with no clothes in the way, Angel ground himself shamelessly against- never mind, there were in fact still clothes in the way.
“Can I take these off?” Angel asked, slipping his fingers beneath the red straps of Husk’s suspenders.
After receiving an affirmative, Angel used his top set of hands to slide the suspenders off of Husks shoulders and down his arms. Then his lower arms took over the job, fumbling with Husks pants, which were cinched unfairly tightly around his waist. Husk chuckled against his lips.
“Let me help you with that,” he said, hooking a thumb under his waistband and sliding it down over the swell of his ass to make it easier. His tail was mostly decorative, but he could control it well enough to pull it through the cut out in his pants so Angel would have an easier time getting rid of them.
Finally free of all their clothing, Angel was able to grind upwards on the thigh that Husk slotted between his legs. The drag of his skin against the soft fur felt heavenly. Between the rasp of Husk’s tongue against his own and his claws roaming the expanse of Angel’s hips and thighs, he didn’t even need Heaven. He’d be happy to just stay right there forever.
Husk shifted a little, making Angel whine when he lost access to a thigh to grind against. He quickly quieted when it was replaced with one of Husk’s hands wrapping around his dick, at least until the silence morphed into moans.
“That feels nice, huh?” Husk asked.
Angel moaned louder in agreement. He had just enough presence of mind to try and use his lower right hand to reciprocate the touch (his upper arms were wrapped securely around Husk’s shoulders and his lower left hand was fisted tightly in the blanket) but the cat demon knocked it out of the way before it could make contact.
“I’m the one making you feel good right now,” Husk reminded him. “You want something? Ask.”
Heat rushed along the expanse of Angel’s body. Part of him wanted to argue that making Husk feel good would make him feel good- and it was true. Another part, ever so slightly louder, was curious about how selfish Husk would allow him to be. What could it be like to not perform, to not be trying to stay in sync with his co-star, but to just… have sex?
So Angel let his hand be batted away and it joined its counterpart clenched in the sheets as he rode out the onslaught of pleasure.
Husk was being so slow, so tender, and incredibly thorough. There didn’t seem to be a spot of Angel’s body he didn’t spend some time touching, just to see what the reactions would be.
Shit, Angel didn’t know what the reactions would be. He had no clue that claws trailed lightly over the side of his ribcage would make him giggle, or that pressure on the back of his knees made him moan, or that a firm brush of a hand down any of his upper arms made him feel… surprisingly secure and comforted. He didn’t even make much of a noise for that one, but still, somehow Husk could tell he liked it- a hitch of his breath, a flutter of his eyelashes, maybe, because he did it a few times over each arm.
As Husk worked Angel over with one hand switching between stroking steadily around his cock and pausing to join the other mapping out the rest of him, his smugness only seemed to grow.
At last, when Angel was a melted shuddery whimpering mess, Husk seemed satisfied.
“How do you feel about missionary?” he asked.
O-oh. Sex where they could look at each other the whole time and Angel could just keep laying back and relaxing? It wasn’t like his shoots never called for missionary but like, Angel was usually tied to the bed in those scenarios, often with an accompanying blindfold or gag. Or both.
Here with Husk, this promised to be a whole lot more intimate.
“...I feel great about it,” Angel decided, pulse racing. “...You?”
Amusement covered Husk’s face. “Yeah legs, I like it. ‘S why I made the suggestion, ain’t it?” He didn’t wait for a response which was good, because Angel wasn’t sure he could formulate one anyways. “What position do you like for prep?” Husk asked.
Prep? Usually Angel prepped himself behind the scenes. The only things that went up his holes during a shoot were toys, dicks, and fists. Plus the occasional tentacle. No one wanted to waste precious screen time on Angel getting stretched open slowly with some measly fingers when he could be getting cinematically impaled on impractically large objects or appendages instead.
“Uhh,” Angel said, “I guess I usually lie on my stomach?” At least when he wasn’t standing up and doing a quick reach around, but he didn’t think that would be very Husk-approved.
“Alright,” Husk said agreeably, “turn over then.”
Angel managed to flop around onto his stomach, making sure to spread his legs just so to make the most appealing picture possible. When he glanced back, Husk was looking at his ass with a ravenous expression, so it was definitely working.
“This is the lube I got,” Husk said, breaking away from his staring to procure the bottle stashed in his side-drawer. “You like this brand, right?”
The lube in question was Slick as Sin, and though it didn’t go at all along with the mood, Angel suddenly found himself tearing up a little because- “You paid attention to what lube I like?” he sniffled, trying to get ahold of himself. It was such a small gesture, but so thoughtful. So… Husk.
“‘Course I did,” Husk said, looking endearingly embarrassed. He set the lube aside to settle next to Angel’s head, wiping away some stray wetness with the pad of his finger. “What’s the matter, Angel?”
Angel cupped his palm over the back of Husk’s hand and held it against his cheek for a moment. “Nothin’s wrong,” he said, smiling. “Everything’s perfectly right, Husky. I’m just not used to that.”
Understanding flashed across Husk’s face. He leaned down and kissed Angel’s forehead. “Good,” he said. “It’s what you deserve. Stick with me long enough, I’ll get you used to it.”
Well that was probably the most romantic thing Angel had ever heard. It turned his insides to goo, and also made his dick harden to absolute full-strength. He turned onto his side and let himself enjoy Husk kissing him gently for a few moments before the situation got drastic. Very (not at all) subtly, Angel caught hold of one of Husks’s paws and slid it down his hip until it was cupping his ass.
“So you gonna fuck me or what?” Angel asked.
Husk rolled his eyes fondly. “Very romantic.”
“You’re the one always going on about communication and using my words,” Angel retorted, grinning as Husk gathered himself back up and plucked the abandoned bottle of lube off the mattress.
Angel rolled over once more and arched his back enticingly, folding his top set of arms beneath his chin so he could rest his face on them. If this had been a shoot he’d use his bottom set of arms to spread his cheeks, but he had a feeling Husk wanted to do it himself, probably in a less vulgar way, too.
Sure enough, instead of diving straight in, Husk took his time trailing his claws over the swell of Angel’s ass, before tracing the pad of just one finger delicately over the opening.
Angel gasped and clenched on nothing, his lower set of hands digging their way into the blanket once again.
A deep satisfied chuckle sounded behind him and Angel couldn’t help but turn his head the best he could to get a glimpse of Husk’s expression, contentment and desire etched deep into his furry face.
With a careful and endearing concentration, husk tilted the bottle of lube so that it dribbled down over his fingers, all the excess landing right on Angel’s hole. Some of it slid down in cool beads, making their way all the way to his balls. Angel allowed himself the luxury of twitching from the sensation, something he’d never do during a shoot.
Like he often did, Husk seemed to understand, and quickly cupped at Angel’s balls, spreading the spillover into one thin layer, evening the feeling out so it wasn’t bothersome or distracting anymore. It gave Angel ample attention to concentrate on how fucking good it felt when Husk’s fingers finally breached him.
He liked the fact that Husk wasn’t treating him more delicately than he was just for the sake of it, correctly inferring that with the amount of sex Angel had in the average week, he did not need to be opened up one finger at a time. Instead, he started right in with two, slow and careful, but not so much that Angel felt frustrated. It took barely any time at all before he was up to three, which made for a mild and pleasant stretch. Angel moaned, and Husk went back to two fingers, clearly for dexterity purposes, because his movements became more targeted, unerringly able to find his prostate a whole lot easier than most of the so-called "professionals" Angel worked with. He guessed you didn’t actually have to be good at doing something to act like you were good at doing something. Not him though, to Angel sex was an art, no matter how raunchy and perverted the scenes he filmed were.
Husk’s finger kept up their ministrations, playing Angel like a fiddle- or perhaps a saxophone, since that was his actual instrument of choice. Thoughts of musical notes floated nonsensically through his head, almost seeming to materialize in the air around him as Angel stayed caught between pushing back onto Husk’s fingers and grinding himself against the bedding. His head was still turned so he could see his boyfriend, an adorable picture of concentration and devotion occupying his expression as he worked to make Angel’s brain dribble out of his ears.
As it turned out, the fact of being a porn star along with his desperation to get permission before coming were winning factors in Angel’s ability not to come too early.
It also meant that by the time Husk finished his diabolically accurate ass massage, Angel could barely string two words together, never mind be much of an active participant.
Husk chuckled as he helped Angel turn back over onto his back, helping rearrange his arms, which were flopping every which way. “Doing okay?” he asked, and all Angel could really manage was Hell’s weakest thumbs-up and an “uh huh” noise.
He did get a bit of a second wind once he was face up, looking at Husk looming over him. He hadn’t gotten a super clear look at the cat demon’s cock before, but now it was in full view and Angel did in fact really want to get a hand around it. It wasn’t entirely unique — Angel had fucked a lot of demons, after all — but it was certainly unusual, thicker than average with soft-looking barbs which promised to be a much more interesting texture than boring old veining and a lot less off-putting than tentacle suckers.
“Can I… help?” Angel asked, reaching out hesitantly.
Husk followed Angel’s line of sight and grinned. “Sure baby, whatever you want. You did a good job asking.”
The praise made Angel blush a little, but it was overshadowed by his eagerness to wrap his fingers around the cock, give it a stroke, try to predict how it was gonna feel inside him.
The consensus was ‘good’. The barbs weren’t sharp to the touch but springy. They were also sensitive as fuck if Husk’s shudder when Angel brushed his palm over them was any indicator.
“Could you get any more perfect?” Angel sighed, and was gratified when Husk’s cheeks flushed as scarlet as his wings.
“Should be asking you that,” Husk mumbled. He was watching Angel’s expression as the spider demon acquainted himself with his cock, his face dazed but eager. Husk held himself very still, eyes closing involuntarily as a particularly firm stroke sent waves of pleasure shooting up his spine. He was determined to let Angel sate his curiosity, no matter how close the touch of his boyfriend’s expert grip drove him to losing his fucking mind.
While it was tempting to growl and pin Angel’s wrists down and just slide right into him, Husk wanted to do this right. They could get up to all sorts of kinky fuckery any of the other numerous times Husk predicted them having sex, but this first time was going to be special.
“Alright,” Angel said finally, with one last slow stroke down the length of Husk’s cock. He turned his hooded gaze to Husk’s face, and the look in his eyes was pure want, bordering on need. “You wanna put this thing somewhere a little more fun now?”
Husk snorted. “You say the most romantic things.”
Angel pushed his bottom lip out coquettishly. “And you like it.”
Well, Husk couldn’t disagree with that. “You got a condom?”
“I know you didn’t just ask me that.” Angel had the nerve to roll his eyes. “You know I don’t do all those creampie scenes just for the pay. Fuck me raw, Husky. Valentino makes sure I stay clean.”
Thankfully Husk was able to skillfully block out the mention of Va- that motherfucker, in favor of concentrating on the “fuck me raw” part which reverberated in his head like a very sexy gong.
In less than two shakes of a cat’s tail he positioned to slide right on in. Right before he did, he looked at Angel’s face to find him looking back, a dopey dreamy smile on his lips.
Then Husk tilted his hips forwards and got to watch his lover’s expression melt into pleasure, his eyes rolling back as one of his hands reached out blindly to grab at one of Husk’s arms to ground himself.
It was the most gratifying reaction Husk could have hoped for.
“Oh Husk,” Angel sighed, his grip tightening slightly. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.”
“You do too,” Husk replied, otherwise absolutely tongue-tied now that he was inside Angel’s warm wet heat. It hugged him like it didn’t want to let him go. He grunted, leaning down so he could kiss Angel’s pretty mouth. Didn’t have to talk if you were kissing.
For his part, Angel was very much a fan. He didn’t have much experience locking lips while bumping hips- wasn’t really his (Val’s) kind of scene.
He kissed Husk like it was the thing that would save him, like he didn’t need the salvation the hotel was supposed to bring at all.
And Husk kissed him back gently, urging Angel to slow down and savor the moment so they could enjoy being with each other to the fullest extent. It was absolutely transcendent.
Angel had had sex with plenty of big-dicked demons, and yet he’d never been able to feel anyone so thoroughly before. It was like Husk wanted to live inside him, not just be there temporarily with his wonderful cock.
Well he was going to be formally invited back as soon and as often as he wanted. No one had ever correctly read Angel’s nonverbal cues so well and so intentionally- it was absolutely adorable how Husk’s brow would crease in concentration whenever he wanted to figure out what had drawn a particular reaction. He was tenacious, too. Kept at it until he found out, every damn time.
The only complaint Angel had was that every time Husk really got going, drawing increasingly fevered yelps from him, he’d slow down and draw back before Angel could tip all the way over. And Angel did in fact voice his complaints, whining loudly each time it happened, sometimes with an added desperate and exasperated “Husk!”
“You’re so pretty when you’re all worked up like this,” Husk panted, thrusting at a sedate pace now, having just drawn a whiny-grunt from Angel over his latest bout of edging. “Just hold on for me Angel, we’re going for a real big one.”
It was a good thing Angel actually enjoyed such exquisite torture, else he’d be pretty spitting mad about it. Husk was right though, when he was finally allowed to orgasm, it was gonna be a biggie.
“Just stay in me,” he begged, because the absolute worst part of Husk’s unsettlingly timely cycle was when he pulled out almost all the way to give Angel’s prostate a cool down.
“Absence makes the hole grow fonder,” Husk quipped, but he obligingly just stopped moving the next time around instead of drawing back.
Angel sighed in relief and let out a film-worthy moan once Husk started up again, every nerve ending in his body pulsing with fever of a near-climax that he wasn’t allowed to reach yet.
“Just a little longer,” Husk promised, the barbs of his cock making it extra obvious that he was coming close himself, the way they were throbbing and pulsing inside of Angel. “I just need-” he stilled again, and brought their mouths back together.
It was a little more aggressive this time, Husk’s tongue twining more thoroughly with Angels’ the hint of a sharp tooth against his bottom lip. One hand landed at the back of Angel’s head and there was a satisfying scrape of Husk’s claws against his scalp before the fingers tightened, pulling Angel’s hair exactly the way he liked it.
The resulting moan was loud and lewd, and Angel couldn’t keep himself from clenching down, his legs wrapping themselves tightly around Husk’s ass to keep them pressed close together.
“Fuck, Angel,” Husk’s voice broke, just a little. He wrapped an arm around Angel’s shoulders and yanked him upwards, holding them against each other as his rutting increased in speed and intensity. “You want to come for me, baby? You can come.”
Those were the magic words Angel had been waiting for. He sagged back into Husk’s hands and the pillows, whimpering audibly as the orgasm overtook him.
Husk fucked him all the way through it, his fur matting with sweat from the exertion combined with the struggle of holding out as long as he could to ensure Angel was having the most mind-blowing orgasm in the history of Hell.
Mindblowing it was indeed, because Angel’s coherent thoughts had shut off entirely. So had the semi-coherent ones. The only thing left going through his consciousness was the whiteout intensity of pleasure ricocheting through his body.
“Motherfucking fuck,” Husk hissed, watching the way Angel’s eyes rolled up, starting blindly at nothing as he gave himself over to ecstasy. “You’re so fucking beautiful Angel, I-” and then Husk couldn’t keep himself under control any longer and with one final deep slam of his hips, he let himself follow his lover over that peak.
It was a good thing Husk was half Angel’s height and about even with him in weight, because he collapsed pretty heavily on top of him, nose against sternum.
He managed to get his wits about him quicker though. When he gingerly lifted himself up and off of Angel a moment later, the spider-demon still seemed dead to the world. His eyelids were closed but a soft goofy smile was gracing his lips.
Husk let him be, carding his fingers through all the places with mussed up fur to make it lay flat and smooth- there were a lot of them. He’d just about finished up when Angel’s eyes fluttered open and he shifted, slowly stretching out all his limbs as if to make sure they were still there.
“Mm, feels nice, Husky,” Angel purred, ironically jump-starting a deep rumbling from Husk’s chest.
Well that was embarrassing. But Husk didn’t mind being a little embarrassed so long as Angel was happy, and the way Angel’s smile widened at the sound was enough to soothe the slight bruise to his ego.
“Yeah?” Husk asked, shifting helpfully as Angel turned slightly onto his side to drape himself across Husk’s chest. The new position let him run his claws through the fur atop his spider’s head, just how they both liked it during cuddling time.
“All of that felt nice,” Angel clarified, secret sweetheart that he was. “Thank you, whiskers. Ya sure know how ta show a guy a good time.”
“I’m glad,” Husk said, the stroking movements growing lazier. Sleepiness was creeping up on him, what with the energetic fucking they’d just done and now with his warm sated boyfriend on top of him like Hell’s cuddliest weighted blanket.
In different circumstances (and oh yes, those circumstances would come), one or both of them would be ready and raring to go again in a short enough while. This… was not one of those times.
It was more than the fucking that had exhausted them, there was also the raw vulnerability they’d just shared which neither of them had really had before. Angel might have had plenty of sex with plenty of folks and Husk surely tried to be a considerate lover to everyone he took to bed — his ex wife had certainly never complained — but this had just been… different.
Who would have thought that such a perfect match could be found in Hell? Well, other than ever-optimistic Charlie, of course.
Husk had always considered himself somewhere between a realist and a pessimist, but even he had to admit that they had it pretty good for the moment. No exterminations, the king of Hell himself on their side, and a blissed-out spider in his bed who genuinely wanted to spend time with a grumpy old cat like him.
“Hey Husk?” Angel’s voice was barely above a whisper.
Husk glanced down inquiringly. “Yeah, legs? You need something?”
“Not yet,” Angel said, his fingers tightening infinitesimally in Husk’s fur. “But after we wake up can ya run us a bath?”
Baths weren’t exactly a favorite of Husk’s, maybe due to his cat form instincts and the struggle of drying all his fur off after, but- "Of course, baby,” Husk assured him, “we’ll have us a nice soak later. For now you just take a little nap, alright?” He was sure he could sweet-talk Angel into using his hairdryer and that would solve the discomfort anyways.
Angel let out a contented little sigh and nuzzled his face into Husk’s chest. “Y’take such good care of me.” The words ruffled the fur below his mouth, and the next moment Husk could tell Angel had fallen asleep because his eyes had slid shut and his breaths were coming out soft and even.
Since Angel was asleep, Husk didn’t need to respond. It was a good thing, too, because what words could encapsulate how much Husk liked taking care of him, appreciated that Angel let him, plus the other zillion positives that had entered his life along with the chaotic pinkish-white demon?
In lieu of saying anything, Husk just let his fingers glide one more time through Angel’s fur and allowed himself to follow suit.