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Angel was sweating everywhere , his lungs puffing hard as he looked around him. The other demons on stage were equally as exhausted but Angel was thrilled with their rehearsal. So far everything was going really well and he had no doubt in his mind that they would be ready in time for the show to open. He laughed as Desiree laid down on the stage.
“I think I'm dead Angel. I can't possibly practice anymore today,” she whined.
“I know it's ya first show since ya took time off but ya doin real well, doll.”
“Yeah, time off. Cute way of saying “you betrayed us all and tried to kill my husband” Angel.”
Angel stood over her, glaring down into her flushed face. “What did Charlie say about that shit?”
Desiree sighed. “That I need to be nicer to myself because it's not my fault and no one who matters blames me.”
“Exactly. Ya know I love ya but if ya don't stop that shit I'm goin ta kick ya out a tha show.”
She looked up at him, worry all over her face. “Please don't. I can do this. I swear.”
“I know ya can, Des. You need ta know it.”
“You're doing great, honey,” Zora assured her.
Angel gave her a thumbs up as he looked up to Zora. She looked bitching, as always, in her black leather dress, fishnets, and platform combat boots. She stood next to him, staring down at Desiree as well.
“I can't stick around tha rest a today so y'all get a break on tha dance numbas but afta lunch, I want ya ta practice ya solo, Des.”
She groaned. “I still don't understand why I have a solo song.”
“Cause I need a break between those numbas fa my wardrobe change and because everyone needs ta see how talented ya are. I can't be tha main attraction much longa. I'm a very busy overlord ya know.”
“Speaking of,” Zora reminded him.
“Yeah, I know. I'm goin. I'm goin.”
He said goodbye to everyone as he made his way out of the theater and up to his apartment. It was empty and silent at the moment. Fat Nuggets was somewhere with Husk so he had the whole place to himself. He put on a 2000s pop playlist and hopped into the shower, singing into his various bottles as he washed himself with his charcoal products. His thoughts were solely on his husband though.
They'd been so busy the last week that he'd barely gotten any time alone with the cat. It was almost Christmas though and he knew that meant that there was more to be done. Husk had informed him that the holidays were always busier because people were sad and lonely and wanted to escape more than normal. That was hardly surprising to Angel. He had often felt the same way before now. Just last year he'd still been stuck with Val, hating his afterlife and probably high as fuck.
Now Val was a gremlin in his basement and Angel was happier than he'd ever been, even in life. He touched his golden ring as he made his way to his closet. He sent a little pulse of magic into it and a few seconds later it warmed in response. Husk had figured that little trick out, realizing their rings were connected in some strange way. So whenever they were apart and thinking about each other, they could simply give a little push and the other would feel it and respond.
It had gone a long way towards reassuring Angel. Every time he'd gotten anxious, his fear of losing Husk resurfacing, he'd simply use the ring. Husk always responded as quickly as he could. Even eight months of marriage hadn't dulled their relationship. Everyday still felt like the first day of their life together. Every night like the first night they'd been together. Exciting, so very intimate, respectful, and incredibly fucking hot.
Angel pulled out a short gray pencil skirt and a sheer white blouse. The neckline of the blouse came down to his belly button, leaving little to the imagination. He put a matching gray vest over top that hugged his form and came down to the bottom of his fluff, making him only slightly more modest. He added Husk's fedora with his hat pin as a final touch. He'd kept his makeup very simple, dark liner and lashes, and a glossy lip. He would have to change everything later, for tonight, so he didn't spend a lot of time getting himself ready. Husk had admitted he liked Angel's waves, the ones he had thought made him look too soft. Now he wore them a lot more often.
After he was all dressed in his professional but sexy look, he went hunting for his husband. He knew he wasn't in his office today. He had inexplicably decided to take today off. Of course, Angel knew the real reason why but he wasn't going to ruin Husk’s fun. There would be plenty of time to surprise him later on.
Today Husk was in the casino, and not to bartend. He was playing cards. Much to everyone's surprise the gambling demon had begun gambling again. He no longer sat in the shadows and pretended he didn't exist. His reemergence into the world had caused demons to come crawling out from every crack in hell. Each one convinced they could beat the overlord and win some power for themselves. Today, Husk wasn't playing the general population though.
He slipped into the private room, taking in the table before him. Niss, Tex, Ozzie, and Leif sat around the table with Husk. Nuggs was in Tex’s lap, his little hooves on the table as he watched the men play. The cat had taken to playing fairly regularly with his buddies. It was really just for fun for the most part and it made Angel very happy to see him enjoying the game just for that. Husk noticed him enter the room, his eyes roaming over Angel with the same appreciation they always did when he entered whatever room the cat was in.
He sauntered his way over to Husk's side of the table, tossing himself into Husk's lap. He pressed himself close to Husk, kissing him deeply as though they didn't have an audience.
“Aww, come on,” Niss complained. “We're tryin ta play a game here.”
Angel flipped his brother off as Ozzie's deep laughter floated around the room. “You can't just deny passion of their nature,” Ozzie declared. “It's a beautiful sight to behold!”
Angel pulled away from Husk, who gave him a slightly reproachful look. He'd eased up a little with Angel but public displays of an intimate nature still weren't his favorite thing. He didn't actually scold Angel though, probably because he enjoyed Niss’ discomfort too much to let his own get in the way. Angel gave him an innocent smile and he rolled his eyes in response then the spider turned to address the rest of the table.
“Ozzie. I haven't seen you in a while, big man. Been busy?”
“Always. You know how it is.”
“A course I do. One a these days I'm goin ta talk my husband into anotha vacation.”
“We just had one,” Husk replied.
Angel looked at his husband, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Husband.”
“Wife.”
“That was eight months ago.”
“Less time than it's been fa me’n Julia,” Niss grumbled.
“Tell ya what, Niss. When you become a busy, powaful overlord, take all tha vacations ya want.”
Niss quietly mumbled into his drink. Husk chuckled very quietly and Angel just knew Niss had insulted him. He reached one long limb out and flicked Niss in the neck. His brother jerked away and flipped him off. Angel ignored him and turned back to the guests.
“Heya Leif. How's business?”
“Same as always,” he replied simply. It wasn't like Angel expected much more from the man. He was used to his silent nature and, in fact, rather appreciated it about the man. Sometimes, when he really wanted to have time to himself, he snuck away to Leif’s bar and hung out. They didn't really talk much but Leif always made him some food and a drink and just let Angel be. It was the one place in all of hell that no one bothered him.
“Takin good care a my baby, Tex?”
“Always.”
Angel leaned forward, putting his elbow on the table. “I love tha way ya care fa him.” He waggled his brows. “Want me ta compensate ya lata?”
Tex laughed as he shook his head. “The day I take you up on that offer is definitely the day I'm asking to die.”
Husk pinched Angel's side. “Did you just come in here to harass everyone, my love?”
Angel wrapped his arms around Husk's neck, putting his mouth close to the cat's ear as he whispered. “Sono venuto solo per tormentarti, amore mio. Mi manca il tuo tocco, il tuo profumo, il tuo cazzo duro dentro di me.”
Husk's ear twitched though he gave no other indication of what Angel had said to him. “Stasera, Ragnetto.”
"Ti tengo fede a quella promessa, Micetto.”
A little smile formed on Husk's face. “Didn't you have some business to attend to today, dear?”
“I do. I'll be back in a few hours. You'll have dinner with me?”
“Are you cooking?”
“I'm makin my lasagna,” Angel confirmed. “Be home at six.”
“Ya makin lasagna,” Niss asked hopefully.
“Ya not invited tonight, Niss.”
Niss scoffed. “Why tha hell not?”
“Cause Julia’s got a bone ta pick with ya.”
“I didn't do nothin,” he whined.
“Betta take it up with her.” Angel leaned in, kissing Husk again. He didn't bother to restrain himself in any way and was pleasantly surprised when Husk's wings flared out, only to close around them. They blocked everyone's view as Husk ran his hand up the inside of Angel's thigh, caressing him. Angel moaned quietly and ignored Niss' loud complaint as Husk fondled him.
It was over too quickly and Husk stood Angel up, slapping his ass. “Go do things,” he commanded.
“Yes, Daddy,” Angel purred. Then he waved goodbye to the rest of the men and made his way out of the room. After all this time, only Husk could ever make Angel's brain turn to jello in just a few short moments. He certainly wasn't complaining though. There wasn't a single demon in hell that he'd trade places with.
~~~~~
Business wasn't exactly the word for what Angel was up to today but they never really knew what else to call it. He opened up his little convertible, hitting top speeds as he drove it through Pentagram City. He still loved his little car. It was certainly more fun than flying with Husk. He found his husband's ability to fly useful but as terrifying as always. The fear was inexplicable as he wasn't really in any danger nor was he all that terrified of heights in general. Sometimes though, the brain made little sense. In any case, his car was good enough for him.
Zestial's place reminded him somewhat of a haunted house. It was big, dark, a bit spooky, and full of secrets. Much like the demon himself. That wasn't to say that Angel didn't enjoy his visits with the overlord. They were always enlightening in one way or another. The little imp butler led him to the parlor today, where Zestial sat at a small table. There was tea and little sandwiches set out and Zestial stood to greet him.
“Good morrow to thee, friend.”
Angel gave the demon a friendly smile as he sat across from him. “Hello, Zestial.”
The black spider sat back down, nodding his head slightly. “How dost thou fare?”
“I'm doin pretty good. Bit tired from practice this mornin but what can ya do? How are you?”
“I cannot complain. Life is slow, but full of meaning. How goeth thy show?”
“Good, I think. I'm excited fa Desiree ta show everyone what she's made a. I think you'll enjoy her voice. She's real talented. Assumin ya still plan to come watch from backstage?”
“Verily, I would not miss it for all the world.”
“So what's on tha agenda today Zesty?”
Zestial smiled at the affectionate term Angel had dubbed him with several months ago. “I would fain have thee sing for me first.”
“And what am I singin today?”
“Hast thou ever heard of the Coventry Carol?”
“Can't say as I have.”
Zestial nodded as though he'd expected as much. “Tis an old song, from my time upon the earth. It would greatly please me to hear thee sing it.”
Zestial rose again and made his way to the large piano. He handed Angel some sheet music before he sat and began to play the tune. Angel didn't sing along but simply looked over the lyrics as he listened. It was a slow somber tune for a Christmas song but he found that Zestial often preferred such things to upbeat modern music. They spent a while practicing until Zestial finally deemed him ready to do the whole thing from start to finish. The song wasn't particularly long or complicated, though it was certainly pitched lower than his normal choices.
When they were done Zestial clapped politely for him and Angel bowed his head, giving a curtsy of sorts. Zestial was a very formal demon, and although he gave Angel a lot of wiggle room, he responded more positively when Angel was equally formal and respectful. He didn't particularly mind behaving himself for his short visits. They were generally worth the effort it took for him to pay attention to his normally outlandish behavior. They sat back down at the table and Angel accepted some tea to warm his throat.
“Hast thou always been of a deceitful nature?”
Angel wasn't taken off guard by Zestial's question. He often asked things of a personal nature, very often about when Angel was alive. It had taken some time for Angel to open up to the overlord but eventually he realized that the demon had no interest in judging him or divulging his secrets. He had meant what he'd said all those months ago. It was obvious that he was searching for something in Angel's answers. Something that would tell the demon more about his own self.
“I suppose so. Being in tha Mafia required a certain amount a deceit. Couldn't exactly be open about all a tha crimes we was committin.”
“What of thy personal life?”
“Uh, well… that might be a bit harder fa ya ta undastand. Ya know I'm not actually a woman, right?”
Zestial was slow to answer, seemingly carefully thinking of what words to use. “I am aware. Thy kind did exist when I yet lived.”
Angel's brows rose. “Not sure exactly what that means but I'll take it. I don't know how people treated… my kind… in your days but when I was alive, it was illegal. It was considered ungodly and shameful by many people, includin most a my family. I lied about who I was everyday. Neva really stopped when I died.”
Zestial nodded. “I lied of many things whilst I lived. Not of the same nature, yet deceitful all the same.”
“What did ya lie about?”
“I was of noble birth,” Zestial confessed. “Twas a pit full of serpents and spiders. To lie was as second nature.”
“So not much has changed fa ya then.” Zestial smiled and inclined his head in agreement. “I guess not much has really changed fa me eitha. Still in tha Mafia, still doin all tha same shit I did when I was alive.”
“Ah, but now thou art the queen. Thou dost not follow others; they follow thee, Mafia Demon.”
That's true,” Angel conceded. “I also have a husband who loves me just tha way I am. There's no pretendin between us.”
“Thou art truly blessed for a creature in hell.”
Angel grinned at the demon. He really, truly was. “Now, is it time fa tha game?”
Zestial's wicked grin met his. “If thou art ready.”
“Where will we begin today?”
Zestial rose and Angel followed suit. “I think we shall begin in the garden. The flow of air from the wind shall add a merry little element to the game.”
Angel made a face. “Like I need it ta be any harder ta beat ya.”
Zestial merely laughed as he led Angel through his house to the back garden. They'd begun their game many months ago. It was an attempt on Zestial's part to teach Angel to utilize his stealthier abilities better than he had at the time. They would both start at opposite ends of their space and then the hunt would be on. The game was to see who could tag the other first. A game Angel had yet to win, though Zestial assured him he was getting better. It was rather difficult to keep up his camouflage while hunting his invisible opponent and not giving away his own position. Being invisible was easy, being quiet was easy. Not disturbing the air currents seemed impossible, except that Zestial could do it very well. Granted he had a few centuries of practice over Angel but if Zestial could do it, then so could Angel. Today, he had a plan in mind. Something he'd never tried before.
They split off, heading in opposite directions. Angel didn't know the garden very well yet but it didn't really matter. He didn't need to. Over the hedges he could see a large tree with some low hanging branches. He deployed his camouflage and wove his way through the garden, careful not to touch any of the plants. He didn't want to leave traces of his passing any more than he had to. The ground was hard enough that he wasn't leaving footprints so he wasn't concerned with that. He turned his phone completely silent, having learned that lesson quite a while ago. Even the vibrations would give him away to the older demon.
Then he climbed into the low branches of the tree, specifically choosing a thick branch that had very little leaves. The hardest part would be the waiting. It was incredibly boring to sit completely still. Still, it was worth learning to do. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensations could feel against his fur. All the tiny hairs were in tune with every movement in the air. He noticed and discarded all the sounds he could hear, not wanting the distraction of noise.
He slowly sank into the feeling of everything around him. The rough bark underneath his ass, the gentle wind that came and went, the bouncing of the branch every time he readjusted himself. He carefully and slowly turned his body so his back was leaning against the trunk. It was easier to remain completely still with his body more supported. There were tiny movements all around him. The rustling of the leaves, slow moving bugs, a bird that landed on a branch above him. Things he would normally never notice became so clear as he sat in stillness.
His body relaxed into the hardwood as he waited. He wasn't entirely sure what he was waiting for but it was certainly a practice in patience. Time passing was foreign in this state. It may have been ten minutes or several hours before he felt what he was looking for. It felt very similar to the slow crawl of the bugs on and around the tree, but so much larger. It was like the march of time, slow but inevitable, as it moved through the garden. Angel didn't react, it was much too far away for him to get to it before he was noticed.
Patience was the name of the game. Something he wasn't really very good at. He liked to have things when he wanted them and Husk only encouraged such behavior really. Not that Angel was complaining, but he was definitely a spoiled bitch. The large mass grew closer to the tree and Angel kept his breathing very light. It stopped shortly before it reached him and changed direction. Angel still didn't give himself away though. He very slowly turned his face up, just a bit, and quietly blew a breath at the bird above him.
It squawked in annoyance and took flight. Angel didn't move again, but simply turned his eyes to where he knew the mass was. It had stopped moving as well. After several minutes where no one moved, it finally started back towards the tree, very slowly. Absolutely no sound came from its movement and Angel was, as always, impressed that the older overlord was so silent with his movements. He waited several minutes longer for the demon to be right below him. Even then he didn't move right away but waited still. It was when the wind blew that he finally moved, hoping the breeze would disguise some of his movement.
They both made small noises as Angel landed on top of Zestial. His chest rattled in triumph as the demon lord of secrets became visible again. He dropped his camouflage as well, smiling down at the demon he straddled, his hands on the overlord’s chest.
“I win,” Angel declared.
Zestial smiled at him then, a smile he'd never seen on the overlord before. It wasn't at all malicious but he didn't really like it all the same. He quickly stood up, offering a hand to Zestial. The demon accepted, allowing Angel to pull him up. He didn't release Angel’s hand right away.
“Well done, madam. I am most impressed by thee this day.” Then Zestial brought Angel’s hand to his mouth, leaving a dainty kiss on the back of it before releasing him.
He'd never done anything like that before. “Uh, yeah. Thanks. It's been real fun, but I do got ta go now. I got plans with my husband tonight.”
“Of course. I do await our next meeting with great anticipation.”
“Right. Have a good night, Zesty.”
“Good night to thee, queen spider.”
Angel ignored the strange farewell and exited the garden, making his way back to the front of the house from the outside. He wasn't entirely sure what to make of Zestial's reaction to him finally beating him in the game, but it was a strange one at best. Worrisome at worst.
~~~~~
It was a little later than he'd originally anticipated getting home when he returned but he still had enough time. He'd made dessert this morning so that was already taken care of. It was simply a matter of painstakingly making and assembling all of the parts of the lasagna. It wasn't like he minded though. He knew how much Husk loved it and it was always just a little reminder of the first time he'd made dinner for the crabby cat. Where Husk had been so respectful and sweet, refusing to fuck Angel when he was so distressed. It was the first time anyone had ever made it explicitly clear that Angel did not have to have sex to get anything he needed. He'd already been a little in love with Husk but he'd been lost from that moment onward. He'd never remotely looked at another demon in interest after that night.
So he made the food, bathed again, in his peachy scents this time, and then set about getting ready. He wore his hair light and fluffy and his makeup dark and sensual. Then he slid on his black thong and garters, high thigh high black nylons and his tall boots. The last thing he put on was a big red ribbon, as thick as his hand. He wrapped it around his chest and tied it into a pretty bow over his fluff.
His ring warmed, the sign that Husk was on his way up. So he quickly threw the lasagna in the oven before hurrying back to the office. He'd made sure Husk’s desk top was cleared earlier for just this purpose. He sat squarely on top of it, facing the door, and crossed his legs. He pushed his fluff out, leaning back a little on his lower arms. His top two went to his knee, everything placed just so in order to show him off in the best way possible. Then he waited.
It wasn't long before their door opened and Husk stepped through, his eyes on his phone at first. As he closed the door, he looked up and froze. The look of hunger on his face was immediate.
“Happy Birthday, Daddy,” Angel moaned.
Husk slid his phone into his pocket as he sauntered towards his desk slowly, taking in every inch of Angel as he went. His tail moved back and forth as he came closer. “How did you know?”
Angel waited for Husk to reach him, one big paw running up his boot. He forced Angel's hands away from his knee as he kept going to his thigh, slowing as he hit warm nylon covered flesh. “Did ya really think no one would rat ya out, Micetto?”
Husk's hand kept going and he slipped a finger under the garter strap, massaging Angel's thigh as his hand rose higher. “I thought someone might but you never fucking said anything.”
Angel laughed, low and sultry, as Husk pulled his legs apart. His other paw went to Angel's other thigh and he tugged, pulling Angel against him as he moved in between the spider's legs. “I can do surprises.”
“And what a lovely surprise you are,” Husk murmured as he nuzzled Angel's neck.
Angel let out a tiny moan, enjoying the feel of his husband's hands on him. “I aim ta spoil ya, Daddy,” he whispered. “Whateva ya want tonight.”
“Whatever I want?” Angel nodded and Husk pulled away, smiling in clear anticipation. “Good. I have a few things in mind.”
He grabbed Angel's hands, pulling him up from the desk, before twirling his finger around. Angel turned around, putting his back to Husk, and the cat applied pressure to his back forcing him to bend over the desk. He pulled Angel's thong down just enough that his ass was exposed entirely. He could see the bright glow of Husk's magic for a moment as he conjured something. He didn't talk as he opened a bottle of lube but he didn't put any directly on Angel. He set the bottle on the desk and pulled Angel's cheek aside. It became apparent why he hadn't felt any lube as a toy pressed against his hole. Husk kept even pressure as he pushed the plug into Angel's ass.
Angel moaned again as the plug became fully inserted. Husk pulled his panties back up and pulled on his arms, standing him up again. Angel turned around, very aware of the plug with every movement he made, and looked down at Husk. His husband took his hand and led him over to his big comfy desk chair, where he sat down and pulled Angel into his lap. He set Angel so that his back was to Husk, his head leaning against his husband's shoulder. Husk kissed his bare shoulder, his hands on Angel's waist.
“How was your visit today?”
Angel shivered as Husk's warm breath caressed his neck. “It was good. I sang fa him, some really old Christmas song I'd neva heard before. Wasn't real cheery. We talked a little bit.” He paused as Husk adjusted his own hips, the movement pressing into Angel and putting pressure on the plug. It was such a small tease but it completely distracted him.
“And then,” Husk encouraged.
“Uh,” Angel breathed. “Then we went outside, ta his garden, fa tha game.”
Husk's nose ran along the curve of his neck as he inhaled. At the same time, he moved his hands down to Angel's thighs, gripping his legs tightly. “How did that go?”
“Umm. I won,” Angel replied absently, too distracted by Husk touching him to give a better answer.
Husk put pressure on the insides of Angel's thighs, pulling his legs further apart. The movement jostled the plug further and Angel squirmed, which only made it worse. “I knew you would eventually. I have absolute faith in you, Ragnetto.”
“Yeah, he was real pleased,” Angel groaned.
Husk's massaging hands stopped. “He was?”
Angel turned his head towards Husk, rubbing his cheek on his husband's. “Ya, ain't it tha point? Fa me ta get betta?”
“Mmm,” was all that Husk said before his hands began roaming again. He moved them down to Angel's knees, spreading his legs wide enough that he could tuck Angel's feet behind his own legs. Now he had control of how spread out Angel was, just by moving his own legs.
Husk lifted his hands, running them up Angel's top arms. Angel reacted to the pressure he applied and raised his arms. Husk silently directed them so they were around their necks, his fingers clasped behind them. “Keep them just like that, princess.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And these, right here…” He used the same silent movements to put Angel's lower set on the chair next to Husk's thighs. His hands went back to Angel's waist, squeezing his sides as he gently closed and opened his legs some. Angel squirmed again, whining ever so slightly as he felt Husk begin to harden underneath him. “Did you miss me today,” the cat asked before he began laying hot, wet kisses down Angel's neck.
“Mmm. Always, Daddy. Been waitin all day ta be alone with ya. We been too busy lately.”
Husk grunted in agreement. “I would have loved to spend more of my day with you.”
“Really?”
“Of course, princess. I love spending time with you. You're my favorite and much better to look at than my fucking poker buddies.”
Husk rapidly squeezed his sides, tickling him. His giggle turned to a moan as he reflexively squeezed the plug. Husk's hands dropped to his hips as he tilted Angel's hips forward and rubbed the spider's ass into himself.
“Fuck, Daddy.”
Husk brought his hands up so he could tug on the ends of the bow slightly. “Can I open my present now, or do I need to wait?”
“Whateva ya want. It's ya Birthday.”
Husk tugged harder on the bow, undoing it completely. It left Angel bare from the waist up. He pulled the ribbon completely away from Angel's body before bunching it up and stuffing it in his pants pocket. One of his hands slid into Angel's fluff as he kissed his cheek.
“I think I'd like a drink. Make me one, princess.”
“A course, Daddy.”
He stood from Husk's lap, yelping slightly when Husk smacked his ass hard enough to make it sting. He moved away from his husband's reach before he stuck his tongue out at the cat. Husk merely smirked at him. He didn't need to do anything else as they both knew who was in charge. Angel might be in charge outside of their private space but Husk remained the dominant one inside of it. He could feel his husband's eyes on his backside as he walked to the bar. The extra sway in his hips was fully on his mind as it caused more movement of the plug, much more movement.
Husk didn't drink much anymore, mostly socially, and even that had its limits. But he occasionally had a drink in the evening and Angel never complained. He didn't expect Husk to entirely stop drinking just because Angel had entirely stopped using drugs. It had been a long time since Husk had drank to get drunk and that was all that mattered to Angel. It wasn’t like he didn’t have his own vices still, drugs had only been one of them. He poured Husk a whiskey and swayed his way back over, setting the glass on the desk in front of Husk.
He was still on the far side so he bent over some, smiling at Husk as he set the glass down. Husk crooked a finger at him in a silent summons so Angel slowly made his way back to his husband. Husk made another motion for him to turn around, so he did. This time the cat didn't pull him into his lap though. He grabbed Angel's lower hands, bringing them together behind Angel. He could feel the silky texture of the ribbon as Husk wrapped it around his wrists in a way designed to stop him from separating his hands. He tapped one of Angel's upper arms and Angel clasped those behind his back too. Using the same ribbon Husk tied those firmly, leaving a bow on the end.
He then turned Angel around and pointed to the floor with one hand while he opened his pants with the other. Angel obeyed, getting to his knees. Once his hard cock was exposed Husk lowered Angel's face to it, holding on as Angel began sucking and licking and gagging. He went right for it, not bothering to tease Husk. His husband's moans were all the motivation he needed. Between that and the toy stretching him out, Angel was so incredibly turned on. Tonight wasn't about him though, it was about Husk, making him feel good, cared for.
If Husk wanted to leave him horny for now then he'd deal. He had no doubt his husband wouldn't leave him wanting for too long. He hummed in pleasure as Husk's hips jerked, his little involuntary thrusts a sign he was really enjoying himself. He was merciless in his attention until Husk's hands tightened painfully in his hair, stilling his head. Husk's cock twitched as he came in Angel's mouth. When he was done, he sighed and released Angel. The spider pulled away, letting his mouth hang open as Husk looked down at him. He made sure his husband got a good look at his full mouth before he closed it and swallowed, grinning at the look on Husk's face.
Husk leaned forward, wiped the drool from Angel's chin, and kissed him. A loud buzzing came from the kitchen and Angel pulled away quickly.
“Dinna's done!”
Husk helped him stand before standing himself. He tucked himself away and zipped his pants back up before grabbing his drink and moving towards the kitchen. Angel followed after him.
“Ya goin ta untie me, Daddy?”
Husk didn't look at him as he answered. “No.”
“Huska,” he complained. “I need my hands.”
“You don't really,” Husk replied. “I can take the lasagna out.”
Angel huffed as he watched his husband do just that. He was still incredibly horny and now just a bit irritated that he couldn't take dinner out himself. “I wanted ta do that.”
“Too bad,” Husk rumbled. “I'm not done with you yet.”
Angel cocked a hip, watching his husband take another drink of his whiskey as he stared his wife down. “Then come finish what ya started.”
Husk smirked at him. “Cute that you think I'm going to be done with you anytime soon.”
Angel's face flushed with heat. He was definitely fine with that but he was impatient for Husk to touch him again. “Well, do something then, Daddy.”
Husk raised a brow. “Ok, princess. Bend over the table.”
Angel looked at the dining table. “Really? Ya goin ta fuck me at tha table?”
“No. It's time for the Birthday spankings.”
Angel's mouth went dry as Husk swaggered back over to him. “But it's your Birthday.”
“I know. Do you know how old I am now?”
“One hundred eleven?”
Husk nodded. “That's an awful lot of spankings. Good thing the lasagna needs to cool down. I'll have plenty of time. Now bend over.”
Angel swallowed his spit before turning to the table and laying his torso across it. Husk followed him, running a hand over his backside before pulling Angel's panties down to his knees.
“Spread your legs just a little bit. There you go. Now, don't let those fall or we'll have to start over, you understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” Angel whispered.
“Good boy. You're going to count each one. We won't continue until you count. Don't lose track or we'll have to start over.”
Without further ado, Husk smacked his ass, hard. Angel grunted, forgetting for a moment to count. Husk waited for him to do so. Then he continued. With each spanking, Angel's plug was jostled, again and again. He became needier with every spanking but focused hard on remembering what number they were on. He couldn't move too much, for fear of his panties sliding down. However, by the time they made it to fifty, Angel's ass was incredibly sore and warm to the touch. He whimpered and whined with every subsequent smack. Husk encouraged him the entire time, gently reminding him to count each time he failed to, telling Angel how good he was doing and how lovely his red ass looked.
By the time they were done Angel's breath was ragged and tears had leaked out. Not because he was upset but simply because his ass was sore and such a long session was… a lot, emotionally speaking. Husk bent over him, pressing himself into Angel's ass as he kissed his cheek. He reached around, running a hand across Angel's rock hard cock.
“You did so well, princess. I'm proud of you.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
Husk kissed his cheek again before standing up straight. “Don't move yet, baby.”
He grabbed a handful of Angel's cheek, causing him to gasp, and pulled his cheeks apart some. Husk removed the plug and Angel breathed a sigh of relief. It was short lived though as he heard Husk open what was clearly lube again. A few moments later he pressed the plug back into Angel's ass. Only this time, he didn't just put it in. He slowly fucked Angel with it for several minutes. Angel's moans were loud in the kitchen as he panted against the table. He tensed as he felt himself reaching the edge of orgasm.
“Daddy,” he cried in warning.
Husk clicked his tongue. “I don't think so. Not yet, princess,” he commanded as he pushed the plug in all the way and left it.
Angel turned his face into the table, whimpering as he held his orgasm back. Husk bent over, pulling Angel's panties back up, leaving a gentle kiss on one cheek. Then he pulled the end of the ribbon and freed Angel's arms before pulling him upright and turning him. He hugged Angel tightly, rubbing his face into Angel's fluff. Angel squirmed in his husband's arms, trying to calm his breathing. Husk rubbed his back while he made shushing noises. It was a little while before he calmed but Husk patiently waited for him to do so before pulling away.
He smiled gently at Angel and brushed a thumb across his cheek. “You're so beautiful like this.” Husk pulled him down for a gentle kiss. “Ti amo, Ragnetto.”
“Ti amo, Micetto.”
“I am starved. How about we eat now.”
“A course, Daddy.”
Husk washed his hands before he sat at the table while Angel served them food. He sat gingerly in his own seat, whimpering slightly from his sore cheeks and full ass. Husk watched him carefully.
“Are you ok?”
“Yes,” Angel assured him.
It was genuinely adorable that Husk was still so careful to make sure he never did anything to actually hurt Angel. He knew if he told the cat to stop that he wouldn't hesitate to. He always respected Angel's no. It was what made everything so fun, the knowledge he could end it any time he wanted to. Something he'd never had the power to do with Valentino. It was also a huge turn on, as though he needed another excuse to be turned on at the moment.
“How was ya game?”
“It was fun. Your brother couldn't believe it when he lost to Tex. I admit I was surprised myself, he usually does a lot better than he did today. Is there something going on with him?”
“Not that he told me, but ya know Niss don't always share shit. I'll ask him when we go shopping.”
Husk chuckled. “You're still making him go with you for that?”
Angel grinned. He was proud of himself for finding another way to lightly torture Niss. The man despised shopping with Angel. Niss preferred to get things done as quickly as possible, whereas Angel liked to take his time. “Got ta make sure he gets Julia something good. She deserves a great present. Besides he's still my assistant for now, just let me torture him a little bit longa.”
Husk shook his head in amusement. “I wouldn't dream of standing in your way. I know how much you'll miss that. Have you picked a replacement?”
Angel frowned at his food, choosing to take another bite before he answered. “No.”
“Are you putting it off on purpose or did you not like any of my suggestions?”
Angel sighed. “Do we really got ta do this?”
He looked up to see Husk watching him, a little smile on his face. “This was your idea, baby.”
“I know.”
“They deserve it.”
“I know,” Angel whined.
“It's ok to be sad about it but I think we should do it. It'll be better for them.”
“I know,” Angel muttered, blinking back stupid tears.
Husk leaned closer, taking his hand. “It's not that far, baby.”
“I'll make a choice afta tha holidays,” Angel promised.
Husk brought Angel's hand to his mouth, gently kissing it. They ate the rest of their meal in silence, both of them thinking about the inevitable. When they were done Husk insisted Angel leave the mess for now and took him to their bedroom.
He laid Angel out on their bed and took his time, slowly touching and caressing and driving his wife crazy. In all the time they'd been together, Husk's desire to thoroughly and patiently devour Angel hadn't waned in the slightest. It still drove Angel just as crazy, turning him into a needy mess. He had to beg Husk for quite a while before the cat finally removed the plug to replace it with his own cock. Face to face, with his legs wrapped around his husband's waist, they made love. One of Husk's hands intertwined with his and the other sweetly holding his face as he murmured to Angel.
“Tu sei ancora la cosa migliore che mi sia mai successa. Ti amo sempre di più con ogni giorno che passa. Ti amerò fino al mio ultimo respiro, qualora dovesse arrivare.”
“Non accadrà mai, se dipende da me. Se il mio amore ha il potere di tenerti sempre con me, allora non morirai mai più.”