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Husk never expected to end up here, much less did he expect to be enjoying it. He had half expected it to be triggering, having a collar around his neck with a leash clipped to it, but he supposed what made the difference was who was holding it. He trusted Angel. Angel had seemed excited to try this kink, but he and Husk had agreed that if Husk got uncomfortable with it, they’d stop. And so far, he was fine. Funny how different cool leather felt around his neck from ice cold chains. Also funny how the one holding the chain ignited fear, and the one holding the leash ignited something very different.
“Y’know, fear-rousal is a term,” Angel said. “Being scared and turned on at the same time. Think that’s what’s goin on?” He gave the leash a short tug, testing its consequences. Husk jerked forward slightly at the force. “Still good?”
“Yeah,” Husk said. “Safeword’s still ‘whiskey’?”
“Mhm.”
“Well, get a move on, then.”
“Wow, bossy,” Angel said, smirking. “Ya musta already forgotten who's wearin the collar and who's holdin the leash.” He yanked the leash forward, catching Husk by the collar once he was close enough, and grinned in his face, all of his sharp teeth showing. Husk shuddered, suddenly understanding what Angel meant by “fear-rousal”. His heartrate was elevated, he felt shaky, and part of him was a bit wary that Angel had so much control over him, but it was fucking hot, and he knew instantly that if anyone other than Angel tried this with him he'd be having a panic attack right now.
“Who's in charge here, Husky?” Angel whispered, his sharp eyes boring into Husk's with a level of mischief that kinda scared Husk even more.
“You,” he said quietly, his cheeks flushing when Angel’s smirk widened.
“Good boy. You're right, it's me.” Angel pressed a kiss to his nose and let the collar go. “Lie back for me, sweetheart.”
Husk obeyed him, even though a part of him wondered what Angel would do if he refused his orders for some reason. Maybe he'd test that out later.
Angel settled himself on top of him, one of his lower arms still holding the leash, albeit loosely. He kissed the underside of Husk's chin, down his neck, even tugging at the collar with his teeth a bit. Husk wrapped his arms around Angel instinctually, his claws sliding down to Angel’s hips, but Angel gave the leash a sharp tug.
“No. No touching.”
“Why?” Husk said in bewilderment. It definitely wasn't like Angel to refuse touch, sexual or not.
“Cause ya’d like that too much,” Angel said smugly. “I'll get my fun, dontcha worry bout me.”
Husk dropped his hands to his sides, even though the urge to let them roam Angel’s body was stronger than he thought it'd be. Angel used his lips and many arms to touch him in all the right places; his ears, his wings, his neck and chest, all while rolling his hips down slowly until Husk had a prominent bulge in his pants.
“And now that that's done,” Angel murmured, wiggling against Husk’s erection teasingly. “I think ya need a break.”
“What?” Husk said, blinking.
“I toldja I'd get my fun, didn't I? Well, I'm about to get it,” Angel said, getting off of Husk and pulling his skirt off. He sat back on his heels, his legs spread wide so Husk had a clear view of the soaked crevice between them. Husk swallowed, and Angel grinned. “Do I look tasty?”
Husk nodded. He liked when Angel sat on his face. Something about those pretty thighs clamped around his head while that soft pussy hovered above his tongue was so appealing.
“I bet I do,” Angel said. “But you won't get it today.” Instead, he dipped his own fingers down, slipping two of them inside himself, watching Husk carefully the entire time. Husk’s disappointment must've shown on his face, because Angel laughed a little. “No touching, remember?”
Husk just grumbled in response, watching Angel finger himself right in front of him while he was supposed to just lie there. His dick throbbed in his pants and he instinctively reached a hand down to it, but Angel smacked it away.
“No touching yourself, either.”
“Well what am I allowed to do?” Husk said grumpily, returning his hand to his side.
“Watch,” Angel said simply. His thumb moved up and rubbed at his clit while his fingers kept curving in and out, and he moaned without taking his eyes off Husk.
“Angel,” Husk said through gritted teeth.
“Oh, ya can wait a lil longer babycakes, cantcha?” Angel simpered, tugging the leash gently. “Good boys that behave get what they want.”
Husk decided to try shutting his eyes, so at least he wouldn't have to look at Angel finger fucking himself, but a sharp yank on the leash told him that wasn't allowed either. This time Angel yanked him so far he ended up face first in Angel’s fluffy chest, and he had to remember to keep his arms straight instead of grabbing onto him like he wanted to.
“Ya keep tryna get around it, but it ain't gonna work,” Angel said, slightly breathless as his fingers kept working. His chest was heaving, making Husk bob along with him, and Husk curled his claws as he fought the urge to push Angel down and fuck this attitude out of him.
“What am I supposed to do, can you at least tell me that?” He said, lifting his head so he could speak without being muffled by fur.
“Oh, there's nothin ya can do except behave. I'm doin this my way,” Angel said silkily. One of his hands brushed over Husk’s erection and he mewled softly, making Angel chuckle. “You're so cute when ya want somethin.”
“Can I least take my pants off? It's startin to hurt,” Husk grumbled.
“Alright, I'll allow that much.” Angel loosened his grip on the leash so Husk could lean back a bit and pull his slacks and underwear off. He did it as slowly as possible, trying to get at least a little bit of friction before he had to not touch anything again. Angel caught on when a tiny groan slipped past Husk’s filter.
“Oh, we got a sneaky bitch over here, don't we?” He said as Husk hastily yanked his pants down the rest of the way instead of letting them slide against his cock as slowly as he’d been doing. “So desperate, aren't ya?”
“Are you just gonna spend the whole night teasin me?” Husk said, glaring at him.
Angel giggled. “Maybe.”
“Yeah, right. You couldn't go without my dick for that long, especially not when it's right out here in the open, nice and ready for you.”
Angel cocked his head to the side, considering him. “Mm. Fair point. But I do wanna see how long it'll take for ya to crack.”
“Define ‘crack’.”
“Oh, I'll know it when I see it.” Angel took his fingers out of himself and scooted forward until his cunt was pressed against Husk's cock, grinding into it like a fucking asshole.
Husk whimpered softly in longing, watching Angel’s slick spread up and down his shaft as Angel rocked his hips into him. He wondered if Angel was waiting for him to beg for it. He wouldn't be surprised. But two could play at that game— he had more self control than Angel did when it came to sex, so it shouldn't be too hard to hold out while Angel worked himself up too much to keep teasing him.
So, he tried to ignore the feeling of Angel’s soft folds pressing into his dick, slicking it up with precum, and the sound of his breath hitching while he kept grinding on Husk. It was a pretty difficult thing to ignore.
Angel slipped a finger down to rub his own clit as he slotted Husk’s dick between his labia, rocking more firmly against it. Husk could feel where the skin parted into his entrance and he so badly wanted to just angle his dick to slide in there, but Angel would catch on too fast.
Angel slipped a hand through his own hair as he rolled his hips harder against Husk, his thighs getting shaky. “Fuck, baby, your cock is so good I don't even need it inside me to cum.”
Husk furrowed his eyebrows at that. That kinda put a damper on his plan to get Angel worn out and worked up enough to quit teasing. If he was able to get what he wanted without Husk even entering him, that meant he could just fucking tease him forever and Husk would never get proper stimulation. What a little prick. He knew exactly what he was doing.
Angel leaned down over him to get a better angle, thrusting his hips forward and jamming his pussy against Husk’s cock, one of his hands grabbing a fistful of Husk’s chest fur. “Fuck, fuck, yeah—”
Husk gulped at the filthy wail that spilled out of Angel’s mouth as he came on top of him, his face contorted into the pretty face of bliss Husk loved to see. He'd love it alot more if Angel wasn't doing this explicitly to wind him up, though, especially because it was working like a charm. He knew Angel was perfectly aware how hard he was and could read on his face how much he wanted Angel, no matter how good Husk’s poker face was. Angel could always see straight through him.
Angel crawled forward and kissed him lazily, humming against his lips in a satisfied way. “Thanks for the great time, Husky. Ya ready for more?”
“Yes,” Husk said a little too quickly, and Angel chuckled.
“What d'ya want, babydoll?”
Husk opened his mouth and then shut it again. He knew what Angel was trying to get him to do and he'd almost fallen for it. He knew fighting wouldn't do him any good. It wouldn't save his dignity and it wouldn't get him what he wanted, but he still didn't succumb.
Angel raised his eyebrows expectantly. “Yes?”
“You know damn well what I want. What both of us want,” Husk added, just to remind Angel that he wasn't the only horny one here.
“But it'd be so cute to hear you ask for it,” Angel said sweetly, running his fingers under Husk's chin and over his smooth collar. “C'moooon. Indulge me.”
“No,” Husk said stubbornly.
“What was that?” Angel said softly, and Husk knew he'd fucked up. Angel yanked the leash forward, bringing Husk face to face to his sudden snarl. “When I tell ya to do somethin… ya needa do it. Understand?”
Husk swallowed and nodded quickly. “Sorry,” he muttered. “Won't happen again.”
Angel’s gaze softened and he let go. “Good boy. Now, tell me whatcha want.”
Husk sighed, averting his gaze. “I want… I want you to…”
“Mhm?”
“...I want you to ride me. Please,” Husk added as additional brownie points.
“Ooh, I like hearing that,” Angel said silkily. “‘Please’. Ya should use that more often.”
Husk shut his eyes, his face flushed. “Angel, please, fuckin, use my damn cock however you want, just please do something .”
Angel looked pleased, but apparently his reign of being a teasing little shit wasn't over. He slid a finger from Husk's tip down to his balls, and that was it. “Did somethin. That good?”
Husk whined softly. “N— I mean, yes, but I want… more.”
“Ya said however I want. What if I want to just sit here and grind on it again?” Angel said, the innocent smile on his face turning into a smirk.
“Please, I n-need to be in you, I need my dick to be in you, I… I want you.” Husk’s face was bright pink now, but damn it, Angel’s sadistic little plan to get him delirious enough to beg for him had worked.
Angel leaned forward again, until they were inches apart again. “How bad?” He whispered.
“Bad,” Husk whispered back.
Angel didn't lean away from him, but he lifted his hips and somehow centered himself atop Husk's dick and lowered himself down. Husk's spine arched slightly as he groaned, oxytocin flooding his brain as his swollen and needy length finally slipped inside Angel’s sweet little pocket of heat. There was no resistance at all; Husk could feel how fucking soaked Angel was, his cunt slipping up and down his cock like butter. Husk could feel every detail of the spongy soft interior as it squeezed him delectably tightly, making him feel almost dizzy.
He could feel Angel’s breath on his face, huffing softly each time he slid down all the way, and his hair brushed against Husk’s own forehead, tickling his scalp and ears. Angel grabbed his collar again and pulled him forward to close the gap between them again, their lips meeting in a messy collide as they both tried to gulp each other down ravenously. Husk thought about risking letting his hands roam again, but thought maybe it would be a better idea to ask first. God forbid Angel stopped because he'd said or done the wrong thing.
He broke their kiss and tried to speak through his breathlessness. “Can I touch you?”
Angel blinked at him like he'd completely forgotten his little power play from earlier. “Yeah,” he said, and then a second later added “Good boy, asking first.” He kissed him again, more softly this time, and Husk finally moved his claws up and down Angel’s soft and slender body. One hand framed his hip and the other slid down to Angel’s clit, shuddering at the moan Angel made when he rubbed at it. His other hand moved up Angel’s back and gently guided him down to rest his chin on his shoulder so Husk could kiss and nip at his neck. He knew Angel really liked getting love bites from him, so once he found a spot he could reach easily, he sank his sharp teeth down through the fur and into his skin, relishing in the wet gasp it earned him.
“I love you,” he murmured as he licked at the wound gently, and Angel shuddered and came around his cock, his cunt pulsing rapidly with his orgasm.
“I love ya too,” Angel choked into his neck, squeezing him tight. “Ya close baby?”
“Mm,” Husk grunted, his hips canting up to meet Angel’s pussy halfway, his wings fluttering and his tail twitching. He was pretty sure he’d been close ever since he got inside Angel, but even despite all the teasing he still valued Angel’s enjoyment more than his own. How could he not, with such a pretty demon giving him his attention?
Angel kissed his cheeks and neck breathlessly, his thighs still shaking from his own orgasm as he pushed Husk into his. Husk felt him whimper against his neck as he filled him until his cum was leaking out, a groan rumbling from his throat as all his pent up arousal was finally released. Angel squeaked softly and Husk felt his pussy tighten like he'd cum again just from feeling Husk fill him.
They both laid there panting for a while, coming down from their high and enjoying the feeling of each other's weight and warmth silently. Angel was the first to speak, as usual.
“So… collars are a yes?”
Husk's flushed face got even pinker. “...Yeah, guess they are.”
“Good. That was fun,” Angel said, smiling widely at him. Husk couldn't help smiling back. Angel’s smile, his real, genuine smile, was one of the prettiest sights he'd ever seen and he'd never get tired of it. Especially when a lot of the time it was reserved for only him.
He didn't answer, lost in Angel’s pretty face. His wide beam that could turn mischievous in an instant, his fuschia eyes that shone so brightly when they looked at him, his soft hair that somehow was just the right amount of messy, his slender neck, sharp shoulders, and curved, fluffy chest adorned with a heart. He pulled Angel down and kissed him to make sure he was real. Really, what kind of hell were they in if he had scored the most perfect demon there?
Angel was still smiling when they broke apart, but it was lazier and dopier like Husk’s mouth made him tipsy. “Don' look at me like that, I'll cry.” He lifted his hips up and off of Husk's length before he settled down again on his chest, nuzzling into his fur. “Oh, ya want this off?” He nudged at the collar Husk was still wearing.
“Yeah,” Husk said, mostly because it was in the way of Angel’s head under his chin. Angel propped himself up on his chest and unbuckled the collar, letting it and the leash slip off the bed somewhere before he kissed the ring on Husk’s neck where it had been.
“There ya go. I dunno about you but I'm ready for a fat ass nap.”
Normally Husk would prioritize cleaning up before rest, but this time, he was inclined to agree. He wrapped his arms around his lover as Angel pancaked himself on top of him, his hair tickling Husk’s chin as he slotted himself under it.
This bastard had him wrapped around his fucking finger, and Husk didn't even mind. Why Angel had chosen him of all people he still didn't really understand, but he wasn't about to complain about it. Love was a funny thing. After years of thinking he'd never feel it again, it had crept up on him in the form of a horny ass spider that had pissed him off to no end at first. Falling in love with him definitely hadn't been part of his expectations for the afterlife, but now he was happier than anyone in hell really should be. Him, happy. Laughable in the past, and reality now.
Angel gave a sudden, loud snore and Husk chuckled, kissed him on the forehead, and shut his eyes.