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Angel and Husk have been dating for three months now, and Angel has made an… interesting discovery.
Husk eats pussy like a fucking champ. And he loves doing it.
Angel’s first experience with his boyfriend’s talent was early on in their budding relationship. The two had gone on a handful of “dates”; mostly just movie nights in the lobby of the hotel with shitty takeout. It had been nice. Angel Dust has been chased before, of course, but never pursued like this. There was no pressure for anything more than Angel was willing to give. The two hadn’t even gone beyond heavy petting, yet Angel felt satisfied after every interaction with his friend. This unhurried desire was a new sensation, and Angel was enjoying it.
The night the tension came to head started as any other. Angel had a rare day off and spent it with Husk. They spent the day lounging and watching reruns of The Real Housewives of Wrath. By evening, they made their way to the bar. Although they had been laughing and joking, the cat demon seemed distracted. Each time Husk met Angel’s eyes, he looked through the spider, rather than at him. Angel had thought they got past that habit after the night in front of that shitty bar. Angel had come to adore those eyes that seemed to peer straight into his soul and find the exact words that Angel needed to hear. When Husk had been wiping down the same spot on the bar top for five minutes, Angel decided that something had to give.
“Hey, what’s going on, pussycat? Where’s your head at?” Angel teased, tousling Husk’s cheek fur with one hand. Husk shook his head out of his grasp with an irritated grunt.
“Nothin’,” He said, “I’m just thinking.”
“About?” The spider lilted. He watched Husk take a final drag of his drink, a cheap whiskey something or another. Husk set his glass down and studied the bar top. A soft blush overtook his features. “You’re just… real handsome, Angel,” He whispered.
Angel grinned. “Aw, Husky, take a picture, it’ll last longer!” He struck a pose and chuckled at the older demon’s eye roll. “Come on, kitty! Nothing wrong with examining the goods,” He purred, adjusting his chest fluff suggestively. “I promise it’s all real, no fake shit here.” Angel reached over the bar to pinch Husk’s cheek, laughing boisterously when Husk groaned in response.
“Excuse me for admiring my boyfriend.”
Huh?
The pair realized Husk’s slip at the same time, both freezing.
“Husk-“ Angel started, only to be cut off by a groan.
“Fuck, I fucked it up, I had a whole fucking- shit,” Husk huffed, facing away from Angel and burying his face in his hands. He took a deep breath, and Angel blinked in surprise when the bartender suddenly turned on him, taking one of Angel’s hands in his. “Look, uh, I know you got the pick of the litter when it comes to guys, and I’m not much, but, um, it would make me real happy- I mean, I think that we- fuck.” Husk groaned and hung his head, shaking it to clear his thoughts.
Angel tried to form words, but he was flabbergasted by the cat demon’s words. His mind was still stuck on boyfriend.
Nevertheless, Husk persisted, raising his head to meet Angel’s eyes with a determined gleam. “Look,” he declared, “These past few weeks have been real nice. I’ve had a good time, and I think you have too. I wanna treat you right, Angel, spoil you and shit. And, uh, I want to be with you. Because I, uh, like you. And… yeah. Um. So. Whaddaya say?”
Angel took a second to process the words that came out of the other demon’s mouth. When his mouth would finally cooperate, he said, “I think that’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
Husk groaned again, “Angel, come on, I’m being serious here.”
“Me too!” Angel defended, “No one’s really wanted me before, like that. Like, really wanted me.” Angel squeezed Husk’s hand. “Of course I’ll be your boyfriend Husky. Nothin’ would make me happier.”
Husk held onto Angel’s hand. The cat’s ear flicked once before a soft smile spread over his features. “Yeah,” he whispered, “me too.”
Angel felt his heart seize in his chest and he practically leaped over the bar to pull the bartender in for a kiss. Husk reciprocated quickly, cupping Angel’s cheeks with his hands.
Angel wrapped his arms around whatever parts of Husk he could reach. Months of sexual tension led to this moment, but the urgency he felt wasn’t due to just that. He had been working hard on himself, to be someone worth keeping. After decades of torment, this gentle slide of lips whispered to Angel that he had always been worthy, he always will be worthy. The realization felt freeing, and, although Angel knew that he was still bound to Valentino, in this moment, he could almost believe that he felt the weight of his chains getting just a little bit lighter.
The kiss grew heated, and Angel angled his head so their lips could slot together perfectly. He gasped when he felt Husk’s rough tongue nudge at the seam of his lips, requesting entrance. Husk invaded Angel’s mouth, while Angel was growing increasingly frustrated at the bar top’s interference. He wanted nothing more than to roll his body against his friend- against his boyfriend, to feel his heat against him. Angel broke the kiss and felt his mind freeze at the small whimper Husk let out. “Angel?” The cat demon’s gaze searched Angel’s for an answer, and Angel was having a very difficult time not ripping off his clothes at the sight of Husk’s deep blush and dilated eyes.
He wasn’t used to anyone, especially Husk, being vulnerable, and honestly? It was hella sexy.
“I need to touch you, Husky,” Angel breathed out. He made to climb over the bar when Husk stopped him with a hand on his chest. “We’re not doing this here,” Husk said. He walked to the flip up countertop at the other end, lifting it and joining Angel on the same side of the bar.
“Aw, come on! Live a little, grumps.” Angel grinned at the cat demon sliding his arms around Angel’s waist. Angel purred, “Are you scared? Gonna get horny every time you’re behind the counter slingin’ hooch?” He finished the tease with a shoulder shimmy for effect.
Husk chuckled lowly and, using his grip on Angel’s waist, dipped the tall spider. Angel flushed at the sudden change in position, looking up into Husk’s eyes, darkened by desire. “No, babydoll,” he scoffed, “I ain’t scared.” Husk brought a clawed finger to Angel’s cheeks, caressing them with a dulled tip. “But I’m not gonna fuck you like those other assholes. I’m gonna take my time, sweetheart. And you’re gonna get real uncomfortable on that bar after a while, don’t you think?” Husk left Angel dumbfounded, and he swept him off his feet, literally. Angel gaped while Husk bridal carried him to the bartender’s room.
Shit. What the fuck had Angel gotten himself into? He thought Husk would have been more reserved in bed, and Angel was fully prepared to seduce the cat demon and draw out all his deepest fantasies, but, as it turns out, Husk was just full of surprises.
He set Angel on the bed gently and took a moment to take in his new boyfriend. Angel felt like a 5-course meal from the way Husk was looking at him. He shivered in anticipation and reached his top set of arms out towards Husk. “C’mere, kitty,” he said. Husk obliged, falling into Angel’s arms, his hat falling off to the side somewhere. He ran his paws up Angel’s sides and began kissing and nipping up his neck, drinking in the spider’s sighs and gasps.
Husk kissed his way up Angel’s neck, making his way to his face. He peppered Angel’s cheeks and eyelids with light pecks. Angel laughed lightly and wrapped his arms around Husk, resting his hands on the back of the bartender’s head. Before Angel had to ask, Husk met his lips with a soft kiss. With his heart fluttering, Angel thought that maybe there was something to this foreplay stuff. It was fun, and Angel would be content spending hours making out with his boyfriend. His hands wandered down Husk’s back, stopping at the base of his wings. He massaged them, and Husk broke the kiss with a sharp gasp. He buried his face in the crook of Angel’s neck while the spider teased his feathers.
Angel could feel himself getting wetter with each noise the normally reserved demon made. He brought his other hands to Husk’s lithe ass, encouraging him to rock against Angel’s heat. Angel felt like a livewire, and they hadn’t even gotten any clothes off yet. Deciding to rectify this, he moved his hands from Husk’s wings to his shoulders, sliding the suspenders down. Husk deftly unbuttoned Angel’s blazer and undid his bowtie, trailing kisses down his neck and across his chest. He brought his hands to his chest and buried them in Angel’s chest fluff.
“Fuck, you’re so soft,” Husk said. He found Angel’s nipples with his claws, teasing them while the spider moaned softly at the stimulation. “I love your tits,” Husk grinned.
“They’re not- fuuuuuck,” Angel groaned when Husk brought his mouth to Angel’s chest, licking at the buds hidden under layers of fur. Husk’s textured tongue stimulated Angel’s nerves deliciously. Angel bucked his hips against Husk’s, smiling at the hardness he felt. “Husk, fuck, you’re making me so wet,” he breathed, running his fingers through Husk’s fur. “Look.” Angel was glad he decided to forgo underwear this morning, because when he brought one of Husk’s hands under his skirt, the older demon had unfettered access to his cunt. Angel watched Husk’s eyes grow wide as he swiped a finger through slick heat. Above his clit, there was a mound where his slender dick could be coaxed out, but Angel could only come once or twice with his cock, and, if Husk made good on his promise, then Angel would need the stamina his pussy afforded.
Husk removed his hand, opting instead to remove Angel’s miniskirt. He kissed a path down the spider’s chest, down his stomach, until his mouth was hovering over Angel’s cunt. “Baby,” he breathed out like he was awestruck. He looked up at Angel, his eyes earnest as he said, “I want to taste you. Can I?”
Before he died, Angel would have said that asking things like ‘can I kiss you’ or ‘can I suck you off’ was virgin behavior. If you’re going to do it, then do it. But now, Angel saw the appeal. The reverence in Husk’s plea and the power Angel held was a high like Angel had never felt before. Husk’s eyes were shining with admiration, and his tail flicked at the prospect of pleasing his partner. When Angel nodded, he felt anticipation pool in his gut.
Husk locked eyes with Angel, half-lidded and smiling, before closing his eyes and releasing a small breath over Angel’s cunt. He licked through the folds, unhurried like he was exploring and simply tasting Angel. Husk hummed at his taste, and Angel moaned softly at the sensations. It had been a while since someone had treated him to some good head like this, and Angel was hoping this would become a regular occurrence.
Husk began to circle Angel’s clit with his tongue, and Angel buried his hands in the bed sheets and pillows beneath him. The pressure of Husk’s tongue against him felt so good. This teasing was going to kill Angel double dead, he was sure of it. And what a way to go.
Angel brought a hand to Husk’s head and rubbed his thumb against his ear. “You’re so good, baby,” He said breathlessly. Husk hummed in response, and Angel could feel him grin against him.
Finally, the older demon starting lapping at Angel’s pleasure in earnest, stimulating the bundle of nerves like it was his only purpose in life. Angel bucked his hips up instinctually, crying out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, sorry, I’m sorry, fuck, Husk.” Husk shook his head and held Angel’s hips down with one arm, his tongue never faltering. His other hand found Angel’s, and he intertwined their fingers. Angel let out a string of curses as Husk’s ministrations increased, feeling a familiar heat coil in his core. “Husk, baby, I’m close,” Angel warned, breath coming out in short pants.
Husk hummed in response, sucking Angel in earnest. Angel couldn’t remember the last time he felt so good. He said as much, showering Husk with praise as the older demon brought him closer to the edge. “Shit, kitty, you’re so good, you make me feel so good, fuck, right there, baby, keep going, please don’t stop,” He chanted, pitch growing with each word. Husk ground against Angel’s clit with his tongue, and Angel almost screamed at the added pressure. “Husk, Husk, Husk,” he moaned, “I’m so close, please!”
Then, Angel felt vibrations against his clit. Husk started purring, and that was it. Angel’s legs shot out, and he trembled at the onslaught of emotions. He cried out his boyfriend’s name at the pleasure coursing through his body. His back arched while he rode the waves of his orgasm, Husk’s mouth helping him through it.
When the pleasure receded, Angel found himself panting. Husk was still at his heat, licking at the slick that gushed out. Angel trembled with oversensitivity. Using his hands, he guided Husk to his mouth, kissing him softly. From one orgasm alone, Angel felt sated. But when Husk’s fingers wandered towards his cunt, Angel smiled evocatively. Just as he suspected, he was in for a long night.
That night, Husk and Angel didn’t fall asleep until after the sun had come up.
Weeks passed, and Angel was the happiest he’d been since he found himself in Hell. His relationship with Husk was going well, and Angel often found himself smiling on the way home from work, knowing that his boyfriend was waiting for him back at the Hotel. No matter how many times Angel insisted that he didn’t need Husk to wait up for him, Husk always deflected, saying that it was just a coincidence he was up at 4 in the morning or what have you.
One night, Angel walked into the hotel like normal. He sauntered over to the bar but faltered at the sight of Husk. He was slumped over a bottle of whiskey, glowering at the countertop. When Angel approached, he looked up at the spider demon with a disgruntled expression. “Hey, legs,” he greeted with forced indifference, and began preparing Angel’s usual.
“Heya Husk,” Angel returned, sitting down on a bar stool. “What’re you looking so grumpy for? Someone piss in your drink?” Husk was silent as he set Angel’s drink in front of him, and Angel rested his hand on Husk’s paw. “Hey. Talk to me,” he said, leaning down so he could match Husk’s gaze. The cat demon’s eyes were stormy, and his eyebrows were furrowed.
“Just… rough day.” Husk turned away from Angel and busied himself with cleaning the bottles behind the bar. Angel climbed over the counter and sidled up beside Husk. “You wanna talk about it?” He asked, bringing the bottles on the top shelves down for the bartender. Husk sighed.
“I mean, not much to talk about. Charlie bein’ Charlie, Pentious bein’ Pentious, Alastor being… Al.” Husk paused his task. “He, uh, he had me go and do a ‘favor’ for him.”
Ah. So that’s what it was. Per their deal, Alastor sometimes sent Husk on errands for him. Sometimes they were simple, like interrogating a sinner for intel, and sometimes they were more… involved. Husk never went into detail, but Angel knew that on nights like that, Husk was left feeling caged in his own skin. Angel set the bottles down and forced Husk to do the same, taking the bartender’s hands in his. “You okay?” Angel asked. Husk stayed silent.
Angel pulled him in for a kiss. There was no heat to it, but a conversation was had between their lips. I’m here, I know, I got you, I know.
“What can I do for you, baby?” Angel asked when he pulled away.
Husk rested his head in the crook of Angel’s neck, his favorite spot, and mumbled something.
“What was that, kitty?” Angel asked.
“I want you.”
Angel felt his face flush, and he chuckled, “Well, you always got me baby.” Surely Angel was misinterpreting.
“No, Angel,” Husk pulled away from his neck, and met Angel’s eyes with a hungry gaze, “I want to make you feel good.”
Okay, so Angel was not misinterpreting anything.
The heat in Husk’s eyes made Angel’s heart clench, and he took a second too long to respond. He saw doubt cloud Husk’s face, and he said, “I’m not trying to use you, I just… I need to do something good. Need someone else to call the shots for a while. Get out of my head.”
“I get it, baby. It’s okay,” Angel assured, and brought Husk in for another kiss.
He walked himself to the bar top behind them, never breaking the kiss, and cornered himself between the hard counter and Husk.
He lifted himself on to the bar top, reaching a hand to cradle Husk’s cheek. “Make mommy feel good, ‘kay?”
Needing no further instruction, Husk pushed Angel’s miniskirt up to his waist and got to work. He started by kissing the tops of Angel’s thighs and finding the skin beneath the fur, leaving love bites. His rough tongue laved over each nip, soothing the irritated skin. Angel sighed and gripped the countertop with his upper arms, bringing the lower set to Husk, placing one hand between his ears and the other on his shoulder. Husk purred when Angel began scratching at the base of his ears, the spider knowing that was one of his sensitive spots.
Angel smiled down at Husk. “You’re so cute, baby doll.” Husk flushed at the compliment. With his hands on Angel’s thighs, Husk pulled the spider closer to the edge of the counter and met his heat. “You’re a goddamn work of art,” Husk countered.
Angel braced himself on his elbows while Husk buried himself in Angel’s cunt. He teased Angel’s hole with the tip of his tongue before burying it as far as it would go, making the demon above him shout. Angel brought his legs over Husk’s shoulders, and they tensed while Husk fucked his tongue into him.
The wet heat plunging into Angel was relentless, and he quickly lost himself to the pleasure. Husk found the spot inside Angel’s pussy that sent waves of heat through him, and Angel threw an arm over his mouth, trying to stifle the moan threatening to break through. Last thing they needed was someone venturing downstairs to explore any noises.
It seems that was the last thing on Husk’s mind, though, as he only increased his efforts. He thrust his tongue into Angel and thumped against that spot inside of him. He dug his claws into Angel’s thighs, with enough pressure to leave an impression without breaking the skin. Angel bit his lip and gripped Husk’s fur, bringing his mouth closer to Angel. Husk moaned, keeping his tongue flexed while Angel thrust himself onto it, practically riding Husk’s face. The vibrations were another sensation bringing Angel closer to the edge.
Husk’s tongue inside Angel felt almost as good as a cock, the soft and yielding pressure not reaching deep, but causing so much sensation. Angel felt the texture of Husk’s tongue against his insides. The papillae felt like little bumps rubbing the inside of his walls. It was driving Angel insane. He hadn’t even realized how hard he was thrusting on to Husk until the demon beneath pulled away, gasping for a breath.
“Fuck, sweetheart, I love seeing you like this,” he said, looking up at Angel, eyes dark with desire. “Just give me a minute, fuck, you’re so good.”
Angel sat up a bit and took in Husk’s state. He was flushed and sweating, and the tent in his pants was impressive. Angel lit up with an idea. “Do you want some help there, handsome?” Angel asked with a lilt to his voice. Husk shook his head, eyes locked on Angel’s glistening cunt. “Nah, it’s-“ Husk started, only to be interrupted by his boyfriend.
“Do you wanna try something?” Angel asked, seeking Husk’s eyes.
Husk raised his eyebrows in question but nodded. Angel lifted one leg from above Husk’s shoulder and brought it in front of his boyfriend. He rested the base of his boot over Husk’s crotch, applying the tiniest bit of pressure. Husk groaned and bucked into Angel’s boot. “Fuck,” Husk whispered.
“C’mere, baby,” Angel urged, bringing Husk’s head closer with his hands. Husk lapped at Angel’s pussy, unable to stop the rumbling purr. He slowly thrust in Angel’s boot while he licked at Angel’s clit, gently flicking it back and forth.
Although he had less access to Angel’s heat due to their position, Husk knew just what spots to hit to take Angel apart. He paid extra attention to the base of Angel’s clitoral hood, making the spider spew a string of curses. Husk wrapped his mouth around Angel’s clit and sucked, hard. Angel cried out and ground his boot into Husk without realizing, causing him to moan loudly around Angel’s clit.
Well, at least they made an honest attempt to be quiet earlier.
Angel panted while Husk sucked, bringing both hands to the back of his head and gripping his boyfriend’s fur. Husk released Angel’s clit and licked a stripe through Angel’s folds to his hole. Husk thrust his tongue in again while thrusting up into Angel’s boot. Angel helped him by meeting his thrusts and applying pressure. Husk matched the pace with his tongue. He brought a finger to Angel’s pussy, breaching Angel’s hole alongside his tongue.
Angel cursed at the fullness, unable to stop the unending stream of sighs and moans. “Husk, holy shit,” he cried softly, “Keep going baby, you’re so good, you’re the best, baby.”
Husk’s purr grew stronger, and he fucked into Angel with a renowned fervor. Another finger joined the first, and Angel chanted a litany of curses while bucking onto Husk’s face again, riding the demon’s tongue and fingers with reckless abandon. Angel removed one of the hands supporting himself on the bar and used it to rub his clit. He moaned at the onslaught of sensation, the pressure inside, the fullness he felt, the noises and vibrations Husk was making, all of it was perfect.
Angel looked down at Husk, and when he saw him looking up at Angel like he hung the stars in the sky while he fucked him, Angel gasped and felt his climax crest. He came hard and long, Husk grinding against his g-spot with his tongue and fingers. Angel felt wave after wave after pleasure, and when they ebbed away, he sat up and pushed Husk’s head away from his cunt.
Husk was still bucking up into his boot, and he was gasping with each thrust. His eyes were glazed over in pleasure and his face was flushed, the picture of debauchery.
Angel lifted a hand to his cheek and cupped it softly. “Come, kitty,” he ordered softly, applying more pressure with his boot.
Husk groaned and his thrusts grew erratic as he gave in to his desire. “Fuuuuuck,” he growled, scrunching his eyes shut during his climax. His pants darkened beneath Angel’s boot, and once he rode out his high, he gently pushed Angel’s leg away, rising to meet Angel outstretched arms. They met in a kiss. Angel tasted himself on Husk’s tongue, and if he wasn’t so spent, he would’ve suggested a second round. “Feel better, baby?” He asked instead.
“Yeah,” Husk replied, resting his head on Angel’s chest, “Thank you.”
“Oh, you do not have to thank me for that, Husky,” Angel teased, gently easing Husk up. He led them upstairs towards the rooms. “You can do that, any time, any day of the week, 24/7/365. In fact, I think I need you to. For my health and shit,” he said, opening the door to his room and making his way towards the en suite bathroom. He drew a bath for Husk, and while he was bathing, Angel dug through his drawers for the pair of boxers and pajamas that Husk keeps in his room. As he did so, Angel couldn’t help but think about how terribly domestic this all was.
This damn kitty was going to be the double death of him.