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Angel knew his first time with Husk would be magical but, fuck, he hadn’t expected it to be this good. Husk was gentle with him, despite Angel’s encouraging words telling him he could be as rough as he wanted. “I can take it, trust me,” Angel had said.
Husk had only nodded and continued his gentle ministrations; trailing kisses all along Angel’s naked body from his neck to his fluff, down his stomach before finally taking him in his warm, wet mouth. He’d taken Angel as far in as he could without gagging and used his sandpaper tongue to bring him close to the edge more than once without actually pulling him over. Angel wasn’t entirely sure exactly how he did it, but he was a little bit obsessed with it.
Once Husk had finished his torture with his tongue, he’d pulled off and kissed back up Angel’s body to meet his lips in a soft kiss, letting Angel taste himself on Husk’s tongue. And when Husk had bent to where his pants had been tossed to the floor and pulled out a bag of clear, silicone claw covers from a pocket, Angel had nearly melted. He'd been fucked by many demons with claws in his long career, this wouldn't exactly be a new experience for him.
“You don’t have to use them.” Angel said as he watched Husk slip them on, one by one.
“I want to. They’ll make it easier for me to finger you and safer for you to move while I do so. The last thing I want to do is hurt you, Angel.”
Angel had had to wipe his face at those words, trying not to start crying. Crying in the middle of sex wouldn’t be a new experience for him either, but it would be the first time it was tears of pure joy he cried. “Husky, you’re too good to me.”
Husk had chuckled at that, wiggling his fingers when he got the last claw cover on. “You deserve it.”
And the waterworks had started.
Angel tried to stop it, tried to keep the tears at bay, but they slipped past his defenses and the next thing he knew, Husk was lying atop him, purring softly and rubbing his arms in a comforting gesture. He stayed laying on him until Angel finally managed to pull himself together with a few pathetic little sniffles. “Shit, my make up.” he said when he reached up and rubbed his eyes, pulling his hands back to find them stained black with mascara.
Husk had lifted his head from Angel’s chest and looked him over, eyes going soft as he whispered, “Beautiful.”
Angel’s lip had wobbled at that but he managed to keep the tears at bay long enough to convince Husk he was okay enough to keep going. And when he’d plunged the first finger into Angel, he’d almost caused another spill of tears when he looked up to Angel’s face before he started moving and asked him if he was okay.
The rest of it had gone similarly. With every finger Husk added, he made sure Angel was okay with it, that he wasn’t in any pain. And he took appropriate time stretching him before he pulled his fingers out and discarded the claw covers - which had actually made the experience of being fingered by claws much, much more enjoyable, who would have guessed? And when he lined himself up with Angel’s entrance, whispering words of encouragement before he pulled him in for a kiss as he entered him in one slow thrust.
Angel had never moaned like he did at that moment. A real, raw, deep moan that came from his chest. Not like his usual high pitched and breathy moans he put on for work. No, this one had been all him, no act at all to it.
“That’s it,” Husk had said upon hearing the noise, ears twitching back. “That’s the real thing.”
“Fuck,” Angel gasped as Husk pulled about half out and thrust back in, dragging another moan from him. “Husky-” he gasped, all four hands scrabbling to grab hold of Husk. Two wrapped around his neck, two more tangling into the fur at his sides and two more coming seemingly out of nowhere to grab at Husk’s ass.
“Damn,” Husk muttered into Angel’s ear. “So many fuckin’ hands.”
Angel had felt his cheeks heat immediately, remembering Val’s reaction to his fifth and sixth arms the first time he’d brought them out while they had sex. The sneer that had crossed his face as he’d scolded Angel for trying to show him up and demanded he put them away and not bring them out ever again while they fucked. Val had hated the arms and it seemed Husk did too. “Sorry, I can put them away-”
“Don’t you dare.” Husk said, leaning down to kiss a spot on Angel’s shoulder. “I love all of your arms, all of your hands, all of you. ”
“Did you just tell me you love me while balls deep?” Angel had asked, not sure he’d heard quite right.
Husk lifted his head again and kissed him silly, licking and sucking his lips and swallowing the moans he pulled from him. “Maybe. Is that a problem?”
“God no.” Angel gasped. “I love you too.”
Husk thrust hard into Angel at those words, causing Angel to grip him harder, their foreheads pressed together. Angel was sweaty from the pleasure he could feel building quicker than he’d had in a long time in the pit of his stomach. Between what Husk had done to him with his tongue before and now this, Angel wasn’t sure he would actually last too much longer. “I’m close.” He’d whispered, making Husk pick up his pace a bit.
“I am too,” Husk said. “Fuck, so close. Can I cum inside you?”
Angel huffed a little laugh. No one had ever asked him for permission to cum inside before, they usually just did it. Luckily, nine times out of ten, he enjoyed the feeling. “‘Course you can.” he told Husk who gave him a smile and continued his thrusts.
Another couple minutes and both of them were panting, Husk having moved a hand between them and stroking Angel in time with his thrusts until he threw his head back against the pillows and came hard with a cry of Husk’s name. Husk wasn’t far behind him. One, two, three more thrusts and he followed Angel right over the edge, groaning his name into his fluff.
Angel felt dizzy. He didn’t think he’d cum so hard in actual years. Not even Val had ever really been able to get him that good. Not that he would ever tell his boss that. It would only prove to bruise his ego and make him unbearable to be around for weeks. But Husk , oh. Husk, it seemed, was a man of so many talents.
Angel groaned when he felt Husk pull out and shift to the edge of the bed. He was still coming down from his orgasm and fully expected Husk to get up and go to the bathroom, leaving Angel to deal with himself when he was ready. That was how it always was. Most days at work, Angel was lucky if he even got to cum, then as soon as the director called cut on the scene his partner was off him. He was left where ever he’d just been fucked to clean himself up and move onto the next thing. So it came as quite a shock to him when, while he took some slow deep breaths with his eyes squeezed shut, he felt something cold touch his stomach.
His body jerked, eyes flying open to find Husk knelt between his legs holding a package of body wipes, one gripped in his hand that it appeared had pulled back when Angel had jerked himself away. Husk looked wide eyed at him, frowning. “Sorry,” he said slowly. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”
“What are you doing?” Angel asked, looking between Husk’s face, the package of wipes and the wipe in his hand with a bewildered expression.
“Er… cleaning you up?” Husk waved the wipe at him. “Don’t want your cum to dry into your fur, it’ll just make it harder to clean later.”
“Right, no, I know that but… why are you doin’ it?”
Husk glanced around the room, feathered brow raised when he met Angel’s gaze again. “Don’t see anyone else here.”
“No, I mean,” Angel took the wipe from his hand and started scrubbing at his cum on his stomach. “I usually do this part myself. I thought you would go to the bathroom or something.”
“I mean… I can if you want me to. I know the clean up can be kind of embarrassing but I don’t mind helping you.”
Angel shot him another bewildered look, balling up the wipe and taking another one from the package Husk held. “I ain’t embarrassed. I’m a porn star, Husk. I clean myself up at work all the time. I just mean, you don’t have to do it. It’s fine, I can handle it myself.”
“Oh.” Husk said, his face changing in an instant. “I get it.”
“Get what?”
Husk grabbed Angel's wrist, stopping his rough scrubbing at his fur, and took the wipe from him. “Baby, have you ever been given aftercare?”
Angel blinked. “Aftercare?”
“Oh.” Husk sighed and leaned in to press a kiss to Angel’s forehead. “Sweetheart, please, let me help you. Please, I promise you’ll like it.”
“Like… what?” Angel shook his head. “I’m confused. You want to clean me up and stuff? You’re not just gonna leave me here and go take care of yourself?”
Husk shook his head and tossed the used wipe into the trash, grabbing another and gently wiping at the last of the cum on Angel’s stomach. “I’ll take care of myself in a minute. Right now, I want to focus on you. Is that okay?”
“I guess?” Angel said, still feeling baffled by the whole situation.
Husk smiled at Angel and balled up the wipe that had finally gotten Angel’s stomach completely clean, tossing it to the bin. He pulled out another and lifted Angel’s legs so his knees bent and his feet were planted into the mattress. “This is gonna be cold.” he warned before he wiped the cum that had started to slowly drip out of Angel. Angel gasped at the touch on his still sensitive entrance, one hand flying up to cover his mouth. Husk was gentle as he cleaned him up, wiping up the cum outside before prodding inside with gentle fingers, wiping up as much as he could.
“Oh, fuck,” Angel gasped, feeling himself getting hard again at the touches. “Oh, Husk,”
“Already, huh?” Husk asked, eyes shifting to Angel’s cock and the bead of precum at the tip.
“I have a short rebound time. Comes with the territory.”
Husk hummed and used a clean wipe to wipe up that bead of precum, making Angel bite his lip. “My refractory period isn’t quite as impressive as yours so a second round is gonna have to wait. For now, can I keep taking care of you?”
“Mhm,” Angel mumbled, mind going a bit foggy as Husk continued his work cleaning him up. Once Husk was done, he tossed the last wipe away and nuzzled into Angel’s neck. He kissed up his jaw, across to the other side then trailing a line of kisses up his cheeks to his eyespots. Angel blinked as Husk placed a featherlight kiss under all six spots.
“Can I ask a question?” Husk asked, rubbing his nose against Angels.
“Yeah.”
“Can you see out of the eye spots? I always assumed you could, but I realized I’ve never asked.”
Angel snorted. “Yeah, I can. Not as well as my actual eyes, everything is sort of shadowy but when I close my eyes…” he did and reached forward, tracing two hands over Husk’s face. His fingers were feather light as he traced them over Husks eyebrows, across his eyelids, down his snout and finally touched lightly at his lips. “I can see you here in front of me. I can make out your shape, your outline but not definite features.”
“Fascinating.”
Angel opened his eyes again and blinked Husk back into focus with a smile. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool, I guess.”
Husk kissed him softly then pulled back and moved to the edge of the bed again, getting to his feet and tossing the wipes aside. “Stay right here, I'll be two minutes.”
Angel obeyed, watching as Husk disappeared into the bathroom. He picked up his phone, one ear listening to Husk in the bathroom, and typed out a quick message to Cherri.
Bitch you are never going to guess what me n Husky just did!!!!
It was only a few seconds before Cherri’s response dinged in.
OMFG Angie are you serious!? I want every single detail later!!
Angel grinned and set his phone aside again when he heard the toilet flush followed by the water running then something that sounded like drawers being opened and shut. Why was Husk going through his drawers? It wasn't like he had anything to hide, of course. His bathroom was mostly just stocked with extra toothbrushes, hair products, make up, extra shower necessities and only a couple dildos thrown hastily in drawers he rarely opened. It wasn't like Husk was going to find anything bad in there. Still, Angel wondered what exactly he was looking for.
The question was answered a minute later when Husk exited the bathroom carrying a pack of makeup wipes in one hand.
“What’d ya dig my makeup wipes out for?” Angel asked, one eyebrow raised as Husk took his spot between his legs again.
“Because I didn't think you'd take it too well if I used the body wipes on your face.”
Angel sagged his shoulders a bit, huffing softly. Husk was right but that didn't mean Angel had to be happy about it. Husk chuckled at the pout on Angel's lips and pulled a wipe from the pack, leaning close and wiping gently beneath Angel's eyes. “So is this still part of that… what did you call it? Aftercare?”
“Mhm.” Husk confirmed. “Aftercare can take a lot of different forms. From cleaning your partner up to holding them and helping them come back down after a particularly rough session, if that's what you're both into. I mean, you like BDSM don't you? You think when people who do that stuff regularly finish their sessions, they just get up and walk away without any sort of check in?”
Angel shrugged. “Never actually done BDSM. At least, not the real thing ‘cause I know the shit we show in porn ain't real. Just always thought it was kinda interestin’ how… close two people can be. To trust each other so explicitly. I didn’t know there was a name for it ‘cause I've never really… had that.”
“Not even with Valentino?” Husk asked and he folded the wipe and continued cleaning up Angels makeup. “Didn't he ever just sit and hold you after you guys had sex?”
Angel shook his head. “Not really his thing. It was always kind of a fuck and run thing with him, even in the beginning. He wasn't one to sit and talk about feelings or whatever. And if he did stay, he usually went right to sleep after we were done and was gone by the time I woke up in the morning.”
“Selfish prick.” Husk muttered under his breath, tossing the black and pink smeared makeup wipe in the trash. He pulled out another and ran it over Angel's face, making sure he got everything off the first time then kissed his nose once he was done. “There, good as new.”
“Thanks Husky.” Angel smiled as Husk tossed the package of wipes to the side table.
“Of course, sweetheart. Here,” Husk grabbed the fluffy pink blanket from the end of the bed and threw it over Angel's shoulders, wrapping him up in the soft fabric. “There you go, come here you.”
Angel made a surprised noise as Husk sat on the bed beside him and pulled him into his lap. Angel, who's arms got trapped by the blanket, could do nothing but let Husk manhandle him into position in his lap so both of them were comfy. He found he didn't really mind though. Husk fixed the blanket around Angel so it wrapped around him all the way from his shoulders down to his hocks then nuzzled into his hair and breathed him in deeply.
“Is… is this also aftercare?” Angel asked, wiggling in his blanket burrito, though not enough to make Husk think he was distressed. He was actually surprisingly comfortable even without use of his arms which under any other circumstances he thought would freak him out. But he was safe here with Husk, wrapped up in his arms. It was the safest he’d felt with another person in a long time.
“Mhm.” Husk nodded into Angel's hair. “Good for you?”
“Yeah, this is actually kinda nice.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. I told you you would.”
Angel hummed and let his eyes slide closed, nuzzling into Husk’s chest. He breathed in his whiskey and woodsy scent, savoring the way his fur felt on his cheek. And when Husk started purring, a low rumbling in his chest, Angel nuzzled impossibly closer to feel the vibrations. “So, I have questions,” he said after a few minutes.
Husk started rocking Angel gently. “Yeah?”
“Why did you want to do this so bad?”
Husk shrugged and pressed a kiss to Angel’s forehead. “‘Cause I wanted to make sure you knew you did a good job and that I enjoyed myself. And cleaning you up, making you comfortable after we’ve made love, it felt important. Even before you said you’ve never really received aftercare before, I wanted to do it. Your comfort and enjoyment is the most important thing to me, sweetheart.”
Angel felt tears prick his eyes again and he blinked rapidly, trying to keep them at bay with minimal success. “Husky…” he sniffed, turning his face further into Husk’s chest so he wouldn’t see him crying again. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Husk chuckled. “It’s okay to cry, baby. You deserve to be allowed to express how you’re feeling and not be judged for it. I promise, you aren’t going to receive judgment from me.”
Angel sobbed at that, unable to get his mind together to respond to Husk’s kind words with more than a whimpered “Husky…” before he started crying - big, messy sobs - into his fur. He felt vaguely bad when he felt the fur beneath his face getting wetter and messier by the second as he cried, a mix of drool, tears and snot making Husk sticky but the cat demon didn’t seem to mind. He just pulled Angel closer and rocked him while he cried, claws carding gently through his hair in a comforting gesture.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Husk whispered once Angel’s sobs softened a bit. “It’s okay. You’re safe, you’re loved and I’ve got you. I’m never gonna let you go. You deserve to be loved and cared for and I’m so sorry no one’s ever given that to you before.”
Angel hiccuped. “H-Husk…”
“Shh, it’s okay. Do you want some water?”
Angel nodded pathetically. Husk gently shifted him onto the pillows beside him, pressing a kiss to his forehead before he got up and jogged into the bathroom. He was back in seconds with a little paper cup filled with water. He unwrapped the blanket from around Angel’s chest so he could use his arms to push himself up and drink the water without spilling it. Angel gulped down the whole cup, feeling dehydrated from crying so hard and leaking all the fluid in his body out his eyes. “Thank you.” he whispered when Husk took the empty cup from him and set it aside.
“You’re welcome. Feel okay?”
“I will.” Angel grabbed a tissue from the box on the side table and wiped at his eyes and nose. “God, fuck, I swear I’m not usually this emotional after having sex.”
Husk chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing a wipe from the package and wiping up the mess Angel had made in his fur. Angel watched him for a second then wiggled the rest of the way out of his blanket cocoon and shifted closer. He held his hand out and Husk paused, looking up at him with a frown. “You alright?” Husk asked hesitantly, reaching up with his free hand and taking Angel’s.
“No I-” Angel giggled and pulled his hand from Husk’s, gesturing to the wipe. “Yes I’m fine, I wanted that.”
“Oh.” Husk handed it to him and leaned back, hands resting on the mattress behind him while Angel started wiping him clean.
“I don’t really know if I’m doing this right.” Angel said. “But I made such a mess of you, I feel like I should clean you up.”
Husk smiled and reached forward to push some of Angel’s hair out of his eyes. “You’re doing wonderfully, baby.”
“Sit still.” Angel chastised when Husk shifted again so his weight wasn’t resting entirely on his one arm.
Husk scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Yes, sir.” he lifted his fingers to his forehead and gave a little salute.
Angel giggled again and smacked Husk’s chest lightly with the wipe. “Don’t sass me, asshole.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Angel finished cleaning Husk up quickly, running his fingers through the damp fur after throwing his last wipe away to make sure it was only damp from being cleaned and not because there were any of his tears left behind. Once he was satisfied Husk was actually clean, he straddled his lap and wrapped his arms around his neck. “Good as new.” he whispered, repeating the words Husk had said to him.
Husk held Angel by the waist and tilted his head up, letting the spider touch their foreheads together. “Thanks, piccolo ragno . You did great.”
Angel hummed happily and leaned down to kiss Husk’s lips softly. He took his time letting the kiss work up to more than just gentle pecks, their tongues sliding together as Angel gently pushed Husk back so he landed back on the mattress, Angel on top of him, wings spread wide to either side. Husk moaned softly when Angel shifted atop him and ground against him, both of them hard once more.
“Angel,” Husk broke the kiss with a gasp. “Sweetheart, you sure?”
“I'm positive.” Angel nodded emphatically. “I could go a hundred rounds with you Husky, you fuck me so good and treat me better than anyones ever treated me before. I want this, I want you so badly.”
Husk smiled and pulled Angel back down for another kiss. “I love you, Angel. Fuck, I love you more than anything.”
“I love you too.” Angel felt tears sting his eyes again but he quickly blinked them away, leaving his eyes shining. “I love you and I want- I don't want to fuck you. I want to make love to you. Forever, if you'll let me.”
Husk smiled and his own eyes shone with unshed tears. “I'm not sure I have the stamina to keep this up forever.” He joked, making Angel roll his eyes affectionately. “But for you? I'll do my very best.”
Angel's heart soared, “Will you do that aftercare stuff again when we're done? You were right, I did like it.”
“Always, baby.” Husk whispered and pulled Angel in for another kiss. “Always.”