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Angel Dust is a porn star. A very talented one, if he does say so himself. He’s done crazy shit. Whips, chains, double-p, underwater–you name it, he's done it.
So why the fuck was he so fucking nervous right now?
The night had been going great . A late night stroll through town (occasionally beating off some creeps) with a certain bartender. When they returned to the hotel, not once did it register to Angel where his feet were taking him. All until he came face to face with his room. Keeping the same amount of cool he always did, Angel offered for Husk to join him–expecting a playful shove or something.
He didn't expect him to accept.
Of course it didn't mean anything! Angel had long since accepted that Husk wasn't super into the idea of sex. Fuck if he could understand it, but hey, to each their own.
So here he was. Sitting on his bed, gently stroking his pet pig as Husk sat next to him, talking of some interaction he had earlier that day.
Angel wanted to listen, but as Fat Nuggets leapt off his lap to curl up in his bed, he found himself focused on Husk's face. How his eyes moved, the way that silly little smile stuck to his face no matter how his lips moved. His fur just looked so soft . Yeah, Angel had fur, but still.
“Hey. Legs. Yer starin’.” Husk snapped a finger in Angel’s direction, snapping him out of his daze.
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just– tired. ” A lie. Angel was quite awake. Just looking at the old cat made an undeniable warmth rise in his stomach. He was hot , give him a break! That feeling was just the spider being a horny fuck as always, nothing more. He totally didn't feel any sort of romantic attraction, definitely not.
“Tired, huh? Well, then that's probably my cue to leave–unless my boring stories would help you sleep?” A chuckle, Husk standing and stretching his arms ever so slightly, tail flicking behind him.
“They’re like a damn lullaby with how fast they get me ta snore.” Angel laughed, crossing a leg over the other, lower set of arms resting on his knees. A dirty remark was just on his tongue, but Angel zipped it. Not gonna ruin it. “I wouldn't mind ya stayin’ though–”
“Just so you know, I ain't got any money on me, so yer ‘services’ are off the table.” A tease, Angel could tell. A fun running joke between them. The fact that Husk was always gambling away his money rendered Angel to joke about how he couldn't afford him. Strangely, Husk joined right in on the joke and it just…never stopped. It felt natural, almost.
“I could always offer a discount for a cutie like you.” Winking, snapping some finger guns in Husk’s direction. “But if ya wanna leave I won't stop ya. Not like either of us have anything to do tonight.”
“Unless Charlie has another late-night trust lesson.”
A laugh escaped. God, yeah, those always sucked. He loved the girl, really, but sometimes she was too damn ambitious for her own good. The joyous moment was interrupted by his phone vibrating in his pocket. Please, oh, please don't be…
“Fuck. Val. Says that I got a big day tomorrow.” With a groan, Angel plopped himself down on his back. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other man’s brows furrow, keeping his expression light. Husk scooted further onto the bed, tapping his own chest. A silent offer. With a light nod, Angel set his phone to the side, watching as Husk laid himself on his side, raising his arm and wing. Taking no further time, Angel cuddled into the cat’s side, feeling his arm and wing wrap around him.
Now this . This was nice. It had been forever since Angel could just cuddle a guy with no sex attached. Yeah, the sex was nice, too, but something about the simple comfort was undeniably better. Even so, Angel was hard , and desperately hoping that Husk wouldn't notice.
A very soft rumble vibrated through Husk’s chest. Damn, cat purrs really could heal. Even so, Angel felt bad. He shouldn't be feeling like this. It was a damn hug . Husk was trying to comfort him. Why couldn't Angel think of anything other than sex for two fucking minutes?
“Angel. Your nails are digging into my side. Maybe let up.” Husk hummed.
“Shit, sorry.” Angel huffed, loosening his grip. When he did, Husk settled his chin on Angel’s head, “Hey, uh, Husker?” Given a simple questioning hum, Angel continued. “Uh, thanks. Y’know for this.” Not what he wanted to say, but it was easier to just thank him, than to admit how much he wanted to…well, Angel wasn't even sure at this point. He just wanted him.
“Anytime.” The other replied, running his claws through Angel’s fur, pulling a soft moan. Fuck . He had to stop doing that. Adjusting himself, Angel found the cat’s knee rub against him. Even if it quickly moved, that feeling lingered.
No matter how long they laid there, that warmth stayed. Maybe…he should ask. The worst he could say was ‘no’, right? But he would try to be indirect–don't want to come off too strong. “Heh, those hands are pretty talented.”
Despite his worries, Hust only gave a soft laugh. “Gotta stay nimble with all those bottles.”
Okay, good–no immediate shut down. “I'm not really tired, but I gotta get some sleep for tomorrow. Ya think…” No, this was stupid. Angel shut his mouth.
Husk leaned back, allowing him to see Angel’s face. The spider would try to keep eye contact, but found it difficult. “Ya think what?” Despite the line of questioning, Husk’s face still seemed…soft, understanding, willing to listen . Damn bartender.
Deciding to sit up, Angel took a deep breath–maybe too dramatic of one. Looking over to where Fat Nuggets was asleep–in his little hidey-hole. Good , he did not need to see his daddy make himself look like an idiot. “Okay. So, I’m kinda feelin’ antsy and shit– and you totally don’t have to do this if ya don't want to –but maybe we could…I dunno, fuck? Just a little?” Closing his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable disgust.
Angel heard Husk give a soft hum, feeling the bed shift as he moved. “Ya sure? I haven't done it in a while.”
He…didn't say no. He didn't say no. Though, it was weird. Husk always pushed away any advances Angel made–but then again, the last time the spider had done that was before they started getting closer. “I deal with virgins all the time–an old fuck whos rusty ain’t any harder.” Still, he opened his eyes to watch Husk’s face. He seemed pretty calm, tapping a hand on his leg.
“Uh, so, just a quick question. Why would ya wanna fuck the night before going to fuck for work anyway?” Husk’s ears flattened ever so slightly. “Wouldn't you rather just rest?”
That was a very hard question to answer. If Angel really thought about it, it all came down to a weird sort of comfort Angel got from Husk. At the studio, Angel was nothing more than another hole–a prop used to fuck, use and exploit. With Husk, he was Angel . Something about the idea of having sex with someone who saw him as his equal–more than just a prostitute…well, Angel wanted to know. “I…I just need to get some energy out, ya’know? Then I can sleep properly. But, again, if ya don’t–”
“Angel, quit backpedaling. I’m fine with it.” Husk finally stated, taking one of Angel’s hands. Almost immediately, the old cat’s face reddened. “I mean, look, if you really want this, then I can–” A sigh slapping his free hand over his face. “Fuck, words are hard, can we just kiss or something?”
“That works for me, baby~” Angel cooed, going right in for a kiss. Bold, but when was Angel ever a subtle guy? The kiss itself was nice–warm, tender, actually. Very different than the rough tongue fucking he was used to–but…he liked it. Angel’s hands found themselves both holding Husk’s face as well as wrapping around his waist. Feeling Husk’s hands run through his head fur, Angel allowed himself to part his lips ever so slightly. Seeming to take the hint, Husk followed suit, allowing the spider to add his tongue into the mix.
Grabbing Husk by the straps of his overalls, Angel pulled him down. “ Woah –!” The cat gasped, bracing himself above Angel. “ Fuck , man!” He laughed. It damn near made Angel’s stomach flutter. “You alright?”
“More than alright.” Angel mused, upper set of hands on the other’s shoulders, lower set beginning to unbutton his suit. Maybe he was going too fast–maybe he should let Husk lead this more. After all, Angel didn't want to ruin this–it was all going so well. “You?”
Husk nodded. “Yeah. Here, lemme help.” Angel let Husk work on his suit for a moment, heart beating rapidly. Letting his own hands wander through, his lower set began to try and maneuver the cat out of those pants. Feeling the obvious bump. Gaining a soft moan from the man above.
Only a minute was needed for Angel to unhook, unzip and undress Husk. Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Angel shrugged his now open suit off and tore off his shorts. He stopped dead when he felt Husk’s hands on his boots. “NO–I, sorry–” He started, reaching out to Husk, who flinched away, worry rampant on his face, “Sorry–I just, uh–shoes stay on.”
A light tilt of the head from Husk, “Ain't that uncomfortable?”
“Eh, I’m used to it.” Angel shrugged, again avoiding the other demon’s eyes.
“You got socks?”
A weird question. “Uh, why?”
“Wearin’ shoes can't be fun, but if ya really don't want to, I don't know, take em off, you can at least be somewhat comfortable.”
Huh, Angel…never thought about that before. While he would never entertain the idea with any ol’ client…maybe this would be more comfortable. “Close yer eyes, head under the covers. Don't. Look .” He warned, pushing himself off the bed, glancing back, only to see Husk give a confused shrug and do just that. Furthering it, by turning in the opposite direction.
A soft smile made its way onto Angel’s face as he made his way to his dresser, opening it and rummaging through the mess of sex toys, lingerie, and socks. Pulling out a pair of thigh-high black stockings and some shorter fuzzy, pink ones, Angel plopped back onto the bed, shucking off his boots before swiftly pulling the two pairs of socks on. It was actually pretty nice to have his paws not be restricted as much by his boots.
With a small smirk, Angel also shimmied his underwear off, kicking it off to the side. Even when his mouth opened, no words came out. What he was thinking of saying was a simple ‘ Ready, hot stuff~’ , but that almost seemed…too much? Maybe Angel shouldn't go ham on the crazy porn moaning and phrases. It might just turn Husk right off. So, instead, he simply said, “Ready.”
Gently pulling off the sheets, Husk shook out his ruffled fur. Angel noticed how his eyes glanced around, all before settling on his face. “So, I’m assuming I'm the top here?”
“You assumed correct.” Angel laughed, “Got some good lube riiiight–” Reaching down under his pillow, pulling the bottle he used for recreation, “Here.” tossing it to the cat.
The bottle slipped in Husk’s hands for a minute before he could finally catch it fully. With a sigh, Husk popped the bottle open. “Okay, lay back.” He hummed softly, causing Angel’s face to absolutely burn. Still, he laid back into his pillow, spreading his legs, watching the other fumble with the lube bottle. It was oddly endearing.
When Husk pulled off his boxers, Angel craned his head to get a good look at his dick. It was one of those dicks that could be hidden. They were always fun–having that extra challenge to get them to ‘slip out’. Of course, that wasn't a problem now, as Husk was out.
Expecting Husk to lube himself up and go for it, it took Angel by surprise to see Husk move closer, lube in hand and slowly teasing his entrance with it. Eyes focused, yet soft.
Enough was able to pull a small mewl from the spider. So unused to being handled so…gently. Another groan upon feeling his fingers slowly enter him. “I hardly need to be prepared. ” He joked.
Husk’s eyes flickered down to Angel’s. A small smirk evident, “I ain't preparing you.” Oh. This was for fun. Kinky. Angel was down with that. Husk’s other hand began trailing gently across Angel’s torso, claws running gently into his fur, sending a pleasant shiver up his spine.
The spider’s lower hands joined the fun, caressing the base of Husk’s wings, earning a groan in return. This game of feeling lasted for a little bit, slow, but nice.
When Husk removed his fingers, he leaned over Angel for a moment, “Angel, you ready?”
Giving an enthusiastic nod, Angel lifted his hips. Heart skipping when Husk gave a smile. A moan upon feeling him slip in. “Oh, yes.” He hummed, keeping his eyes on the demon above him. Noticing Husk was waiting for his signal, Angel huffed, “Move, please. ”
When given that permission, the man started a slow, but pleasant pace. While Angel was used to starting at a fast, rough, pounding pace–this was so much better. Was it because it was just so different from what he was used to? Or was it because it was Husk who was doing this? Whatever it was, genuine moans and huffs left Angel’s mouth the whole time, moreso when Husk doubled over, resting his head on the spider’s stomach for a second. “You good?” He huffed, upon increasing the pace a bit.
“ Amazing. ” Angel gasped, hands wandering into the soft fur at the back of Husk’s head. “ Mmh– faster, please. ” Pressing back against Husk’s motions, dick pressing against the other’s stomach. Fuck, it was all so good .
“Gotcha.” Husk groaned, gripping the sheets on either side, thrusting that little bit harder. “Y’know, yer fur’s nice.” Surprising Angel with a light lick. It felt…like a cat tongue. Of course it would, but, the feeling of the almost grooming motion on himself felt…intimate. Better than any sort of kiss or bite he's experienced in years past.
“Thanks, I can– gah– show ya the shampoo I use.” What was weirder was being able to have a conversation with someone like this. By now, Angel usually would have pulled out all the dirty phrases in his vocabulary, but now? It felt almost easier to keep the conversation that always seemed to be going on between them. “ Fuck–” he still gasped. He's had bigger, but after he's always felt not the best. When taking bigger dicks, it always required a huge recovery time (even if Angel was not always given such luxury), but a regular dick–or as regular as a demon cat could get–was much nicer to take, and could allow for a much longer and comfortable session.
Husk’s ears perked forwards. Allowing himself to push up, the smaller man adjusted Angel’s legs to be able to thrust deeper. Always gentle, keeping his grip light, always looking to Angel for confirmation. God, it was all Angel could do not to come right then and there. “ Fuck, baby–” Angel huffed, grinding his dick up into Husk’s stomach. Arms pulling him down, though being careful not to suffocate him.
“ Mng–” Husk groaned, chin resting comfortably on him, arms reaching underneath Angel to hold him close, “ Fuck. Angel–”
It wasn't often that Angel heard a top moan his name like that. Something about it…something about all of this was so different, but almost heavenly. “ Mhm, Husky~” a moan, and quite the genuine one. “So good–”
Above, Husk damn near whined . “Goddamnit, I–I’m close–” he huffed, pace still steady, so obviously trying to keep up Angel’s pleasure–only further proved by the continued soft kisses that the cat pressed against him.
All of which were things that Angel never expected to send him so close to the edge. Gripping onto Husk as if he were his only lifeline, “Fuck, fuck, fuck– I’m gonna come–” And he did. Surprisingly quickly. And holy fuck, what an orgasm. Nothing crazy per se, but laying here with Husk–a Husk who was still weakly trying to reach his own peak–It felt so different from what he was used to. And it was amazing. “Come on, baby,” he hummed, taking the time to caress the wings again.
That seemed to be enough. Husk gave a moan as he came, hold never weakening. It was only then that Angel realized how loudly Husk was purring . Both men stayed still–locked in an embrace for a bit. Breaths and heartbeats slowed until Husk sat up, breaking away from the hold, “How–how was that?”
Glancing around, the spill on both he and Husk, the slow rise and fall of chests. The absolute euphoria Angel felt. “Not bad.” Still, his smile never left. “ Definitely tired now.”
Husk ran his hand along his side, “Didn't think these damn things would be so sensitive.” Ah, must be referring to his wings.
“I’d be down with explorin’ those pretty things in full.” Angel mused.
“Pfft. Some other day. I’m fuckin' tired.” Husk fell forward into the bed next to Angel. “I’ll be outta yer hair in a bit.”
“Can't we just…stay here?” Angel offered. “I mean, it’d be annoying to trek all the way back to your room. And yer obviously exhausted. Why not continue where we left off?” Opening his arms.
“Just say ya wanna cuddle like a normal person.” Husk huffed, curling up into Angel’s arms–a nice change from the earlier position. Even so, those wings curled around the two, bringing a warmth–a different warmth. A warmth that Angel hasn't felt in
decades.
So even if tomorrow was going to continue to be hell, Angel was going to enjoy this little bit of heaven tonight.