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Angel stood onstage with a huge grin as the audience applauded, cheered, and threw tips and flowers at his feet. He bowed at the waist and straightened up once again, then dashed offstage.
Husk accepted his tackle-hug with a laugh and a tight squeeze to Angel's middle. "You did incredibly, Sweetheart. I love seein' you perform."
Angel beamed, leaning down to kiss Husk through it. "Yeah?"
"Princess, you nail every type of performance, but this?" Husk looked Angel up and down appreciatively. "You need t'do drag more often."
Angel fluffed up his blonde wig, then his petticoats through his skirt. "You like?"
"Anth, I love. You're beautiful, you know that?"
"It's been said." Angel accepted the armful of flowers and the plastic container of cash from the stagehand with a grateful smile. He leaned down to whisper against Husk's ear, "You're gonna lead me upstairs, strip me outta this dress, 'n make me cum. However you want."
Husk's pupils dilated.
"Good Boy," Angel chuckled. He kissed the top of Husk's head. "Go. I'll be right up."
"You're makin' me go up alone?" Husk asked with a dramatic pout.
Angel sighed, stroked Husk's ears and jaw with his top set of hands, and said, "Well, I can't say 'no' to that cute lil' pouty face."
Husk smiled against the way Angel was squishing his cheeks together. "I'm adorable, it's true."
Angel snorted.
With gentle hands, Husk held Angel's waist to lead him to their private elevator. "Hey, Principessa?"
"Mm?" Angel pulled off his heels with his lowest left hand and stood barefoot with a sigh. "Fuck, I need t'get a bigger size of these. They're killer on my dew-claws."
"I'll remind you tomorrow," Husk whispered as he reached up to pull Angel into a kiss. "Leave the dress on when we get upstairs. I wanna try somethin'."
"Don't rip it," Angel countered. "I like this one."
"Won't rip it." Husk kissed Angel's neck and collar bones, lapping his tongue over his shoulder until the elevator arrived with a ding.
Angel dragged Husk into the elevator. As soon as the doors closed behind them, Angel dropped to his knees and placed his top set of hands on Husk's belt, letting everything in his arms and hands fall to the elevator floor.
"Wanna suck your dick."
"Do it, then."
Angel snickered, making quick work of Husk's belt and pants, shoving everything he was wearing on his lower half down to his knees. "Pull my hair, too?"
"You're wearin' a wig, Sweets."
Angel hummed, then tossed his wig aside, leaving him in just a wig-cap and his full face of makeup. "Pull?"
"Wig-cap," Husk rasped when Angel lowered onto his cock.
Angel groaned around the head of Husk's dick.
Husk slowly pressed Angel down onto his cock with a gentle hand on the back of his head. "Pinch if you need to breathe."
Bringing his hands up to Husk's upper thigh, Angel bobbed up and down on Husk's length. He moaned around it, eyes rolling back in his head and fluttering shut.
"You're so fucking beautiful," Husk breathed, "I love you so much. You're so--" He gasped. "You're so talented, and so smart, n' I love ya, 'n you're amazing--"
Angel pulled off of Husk's dick. "Shut up. Let me suck you off in peace and quiet."
Husk snorted. "C'mere," he whispered, leaning down to capture Angel's lips with his own. "I love ya. You're incredible."
"I know. Lemme suck your cock."
"Please," Husk laughed. He gestured down to his crotch as he straightened up. "Don't let me keep ya."
Angel grinned and swallowed Husk's cock again, nose pressed to Husk's happy trail and hands gripping his upper thighs.
Husk's hands cupped the back of Angel's head, barely-there pressure to simply provide Angel with something to focus on.
Angel pulled off with a furrowed brow, looked up at Husk, then burst out into giggles.
"... What?"
"We didn't push the fucking button."
Husk looked at the unlit button panel. "No, we didn't."
"You wanna do that for me?"
"Why? I'm havin' a good time, here."
" 'Cause I wanted to move to a bed, eventually. My knees weren't meant t'sit on tile for this long."
Husk slapped the button for their floor and scanned his thumb with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Princess."
"Eh. I'm havin' fun." Angel took Husk's cock back into his mouth.
"Whatcha wearin' under there, Anth?" Husk asked, voice strained. "Can y'take it off while you're workin'?"
Angel, without pulling off of Husk's dick, moved into a crouch and pulled off his panties, pressing them into Husk's hand with a hum.
"Fuck, what a Good Boy, Sweetheart." Husk scratched Angel's shoulders with the tips of his claws. Husk tucked the panties into his pocket. "There are goin' in my collection."
Angel pulled off with a grin, tucking Husk's hard cock back into his boxers when the elevator chimed again.
"I take it back," Husk groaned. "You're evil. So mean. Gonna kick your ass."
"Eat it, first?" Angel requested first.
Husk laughed, hauling Angel to his feet to kiss him and pull him close with a grip on his hips. "Hey, Anthony?"
"Mm?"
"You feel like gettin' off on my thigh?"
"Love your thighs," Angel whispered. "Yeah. Please. Wanna do that."
"Excellent." Husk dragged Angel to the bedroom, both of them falling into bed as their lips locked. "C'mere," Husk rasped
Angel climbed off of Husk to allow the shorter Overlord to position himself in the middle of the bed, propped up on the veritable mountain of pillows against the headboard. "Which thigh?"
"Uh... left. My knee gave out from under me earlier, so it's not feelin' great."
Angel frowned. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I was already goin' t'sit down, so I fell into my chair."
Snickering, Angel straddled Husk's thick thigh, then ground down onto it once with a hitched inhale. "Oh... Love your thighs."
"So you've said," Husk laughed. He gripped Angel's hips gently through his dress. "Start slow for me, Principessa. Wanna watch you fall apart."
Angel huffed, but started slowly. "You can watch me fall apart if I go fast, too."
"Mm... but slow draws it out. Gives me a longer show."
Angel huffed and whined, "Wanna cum."
"Wanna make you cum," Husk whined in return. His nose wrinkled playfully at the glare Angel fixed him with. "But I wanna spend all night with you, Sweetness."
"All night?"
"Mm... It is a Friday night, after all. Tomorrow, I've got nothin' on the docket but makin' you breakfast 'n helpin' you make dinner."
Angel's lip twitched as he ground hard and slow onto Husk's thigh. "Oh... Mm... Uh-huh? Can we-- Oh, fuck-- Can we sleep in?"
"I don't think we'll be gettin' outta bed before noon," Husk laughed. He tightened his grip on Angel's hips and slowed his grinding down. "Slow, Anthony. Don't rush. We've got all the time we want."
"I want to cum!"
"And I thought you said that I get to make you cum however I want? Or am I misremembering?"
Angel pouted.
"Am I? I'm happy to be reminded of what you said, if I'm wrong."
"No..."
"No? I'm wrong?"
"You're right," Angel hissed, head dropped back. "I did say that."
"Oh. So... why are you fighting me so much, if this is what you wanted?"
Angel said nothing. He squirmed against the firm grip that Husk had on his hips.
Husk released him with another reminder of, "Slow, Princess."
Angel ground hard against Husk's clothed thigh, his thick false lashes fluttering against his cheekbones as his eyes rolled.
"Good fuckin' Boy," Husk praised, purr rumbling in his chest and throat. "Fuck, you're beautiful."
Whining, Angel leaned down at an awkward angle to bury his face against Husk's neck.
"Nuh-uh. Come back out here. I wanna see ya fall apart."
Angel shook his head.
"Anthony," Husk warned playfully, stopping Angel's quickening movements with a firm hold on his hips. "Come out'f there."
"Y'smell nice."
"... Thanks." Husk kissed Angel's shoulder through his dress and sighed, head falling to the side so Angel could press gentle kisses to his neck and jaw. "I wanna see your gorgeous face, Anth. Can y'do that for me?"
Angel peeled his face out from the crook of Husk's neck, snickering when he looked back down at it.
"What?"
"You're fuckin' covered in glitter," he whispered, thumb tracing Husk's jugular. He wiped some of the glitter off, then immediately swiped it onto Husk's cheek.
"Asshole!" Husk laughed, pulling Angel close to kiss him hard. "You're such a dick."
"Pussy, too," Angel breathed, grinding down on Husk's thigh once before Husk reversed their positions to lay over Angel.
Angel's eyes went wide. He smacked Husk's shoulder twice. "Lemme out."
Husk rolled off of Angel, who immediately sat up and stretched. "What's up?"
"I wanna be on top tonight. Don't wanna feel caged in."
"Done. You wanna fuck me?"
"No," Angel laughed, "I wanna ride you. Need t'feel you in me. But--"
"No need to explain. You said what you wanted; 't's good enough for me." Husk kissed Angel's cheek. "Y'wanna finish gettin' off on my thigh?"
"... Yeah."
"Then you okay with sittin' on my face?"
"Yes!"
"Then... ride me 'til you can't anymore?"
"Please."
"And... maybe, if you wanna keep goin', you can sit on my face again?"
"The fuck is it with you 'n me sittin' on your face?"
Husk shrugged with a crooked smile.
"You got some sorta oral fixation or somethin'?"
"I have a you fixation."
"Cheesy. Sappy. Disgusting." Angel leaned in close to kiss Husk's nose. "More, please."
"So polite," Husk praised, lifting Angel to sit in his lap again. "You're my everything, Sweetheart. Wanna put you up on a pedestal 'n just stare at ya all day."
"You could."
"Nothin' would get done," Husk laughed, guiding Angel's hips as he humped Husk's thigh. "It'd be a nice life, though. My sweet husband, always just sittin' 'n lookin' pretty... fuck, you could have anything you ever wanted."
"I already do."
Husk smiled, tipping his chin up to kiss Angel again. "Good."
Angel whimpered. "Francis?"
"Yeah, Sweets?"
"Can I go a lil' faster?"
"A little."
Angel hummed, nosing up Husk's cheek until he buried his nose in the fur at the base of his ear. "Francis...?"
"Yeah, Honey?"
"Hurts."
"Good hurt or bad hurt?"
"Dunno."
Husk lifted Angel off of his leg and kissed him gently. "Alright. Lay down for me?"
Angel did as he had been ordered, eyes blown wide as he stared up at Husk.
Husk inspected Angel's swollen cunt, thumbs pulling his lips open before he leaned in to lick Angel's clit gently. "Feel okay?"
"Little harder? Don't like the tickling."
Husk nodded. "Hands above your head or on the bed for me?"
Hands immediately snapping to hold the headboard and sheets, Angel asked, "Can y'make me cum?"
"Oh, what a hardship," Husk sighed, nuzzling Angel's inner thigh. "I guess. If I must."
"Asshole."
"That, too?"
Angel snickered, but nodded, head already dropping back to the pillows behind him. "Francis?"
"Yeah, Princess?"
"I love you."
Husk licked a birthmark on the inside of Angel's thigh, looking up at him as he whispered, "Love you, too, Sweetheart. More than anything."
Angel beamed. "Can I... ask for somethin'?"
"Anything."
"Take off your clothes?"
"Anthony," Husk laughed, "That can be an order, Sweetheart."
"I just... I'm cold," Angel pouted, his lowest set of fingers pulling at each other as he looked away from Husk.
Husk took the fidgeting hands in his own and kissed the backs of them. "You want me t'warm you up?"
"Please?"
Husk stroked the tips of his claws up the insides of Angel's thighs, kisses trailing after them. He stood up to strip off his shirt, pants, boxers, and socks, crawling over Angel once he was naked. "This what you wanted?"
Angel nodded eagerly. "Kiss me?"
Husk captured Angel's lips with his own, smiling at Angel's desperate whimper. "Fuck," he whispered, "I love your noises, Sweetheart. Be real loud for me, hm?"
Angel whined, "Then make me be loud!"
Barking out a loud laugh, Husk nodded. "Whatever you want, Sweetheart." He wrapped his lips around the head of Angel's cock and stopped suppressing his purr.
Angel mewled, his hips bucking off of the bed and forcing his cock down Husk's throat. "Fuck!"
With a hum, Husk pinned Angel's hips to the bed and continued to bob up and down on his length.
"Francis," Angel whined, "Need more."
Husk hummed inquisitively, not releasing Angel's dick from his mouth.
"Finger me? Don't need lube, just please."
A laugh escaped through Husk's nose before he pulled off of Angel's cock, lapping at the pre-cum that dribbled from the tip. "You sure?"
"Fucking look at me," Angel huffed, gesturing down at himself.
Husk's eyes darted to his pussy, and his face split into a grin when he saw the slick covering Angel's lower lips and thighs. "Oh. You needy, Princess?"
"Always."
"You want me t'finger you?"
"... Um...?"
"You don't want me t'see if I can just slide right on in there? Fuck you like you want so bad?"
Angel's eyes widened further, his jaw dropping open as he released a whimper.
"But you did want me t'make you cum with my mouth first..." Husk mused, claws combing the fine fur of Angel's inner thighs against the grain to watch him squirm.
"Please!" Angel whined, "Just do something! I feel like I'm gonna crawl outta my skin."
Husk cooed and kissed Angel's stomach. "I'm sorry, Princess. I never wanna make you wait."
"Such a fucking lie," Angel breathed, head falling back to his pillow. "You love makin' me wait."
"... Two things can be true, can't they?"
Angel snorted and shook his head. "No."
Husk hummed, crawling up the bed to sit beside Angel. "Sit up, Anth."
"I'm so tired from all my dancin', though," Angel whined, following the direction anyway. He straddled Husk's lap.
"Good Boy." Husk reached up to tug Angel into a kiss, claws catching on Angel's wig-cap. He growled and tore it off, leaving Angel's hair a mess of flat and wild, bobby-pinned and loose.
Angel snorted. "What'd it do t'you, huh?"
"Couldn't do this." Husk threaded his hand through Angel's hair and tugged his head back, instantly latching his teeth onto the column of Angel's throat.
Angel keened. He ground down on Husk's thighs.
Husk released Angel's throat but kept a tight grip on his hair. "Color?"
"I don't think I've ever been more green," he rasped, still humping Husk's bare thigh.
"That's what I like to hear," Husk said with a grin, reaching down with his free hand to grip Angel's hip. "Help me out, here, Honey?"
"What'm I doin'?"
"Sit on my cock. Don't move, don't bounce, don't do anything. Just sit."
Angel raised a brow but did as he had been directed, sinking onto Husk's hard cock with a loud whine. He rolled his hips a few times before Husk yanked on his hair again.
"Nuh-uh. What'd I just say?"
"... Don't move."
"So what was that, Sweetheart?"
"... Not moving."
Husk snorted and rolled his eyes at Angel's cheeky grin. "D'you know that I love you?"
Angel's smile melted into something softer, his eyes glistening as he whispered, "Yeah. I know. I love you, too."
"Y'know what else I love?"
Angel pondered for a moment, then offered, "Whiskey."
"That, too. Somethin' else, though."
"Fat Nuggets."
"... Begrudgingly, yeah. Not him I was thinkin' about."
"... Steak dinners."
"You tryin' t'fuck with me?"
"Always."
Husk snorted, kissed Angel lightly, and whispered, "Love the way you feel wrapped around me. Your pussy, your arms, your legs, your mouth... whatever you wanna give me, however you wanna hold me... I love it." He worked Angel's tea-length dress up over his hips, then yanked it over his head to toss it blindly across the room. "Love it so much."
Angel beamed. "That right, Kitty?"
"Yep." Husk tugged Angel's hair in a soft retribution for the nickname, only succeeding in pulling a moan from Angel's throat. "Love everything about you, you know that."
"Even the way I... sing in the shower?"
"It's like my own personal concert by my favorite singer," Husk confirmed, shifting his position to take some of the pressure off of his tail and wings.
"Even the way I drink milk outta the carton?"
"Indirect kisses are sweet. In a way."
Angel snickered. "Even when I cuddle Nuggets instead'f you?"
"He was here first," Husk said with a shrug. "He's got first dibs; I get that."
"Even--"
"Yep."
"You didn't let me finish!"
"You keep namin' things that wouldn't, in a million years, change how I feel about you."
Angel shifted, groaning at the feeling of Husk's cock pulling out of him slightly before he sat back down on his knees. "D'you know that I love you?"
"I've heard," Huck chuckled. "I love you, too, Sweetheart."
Angel leaned down, one hand reaching up behind his head to detangle Husk's fingers from his hair as he pressed his lips to Husk's. "My scalp's goin' numb," he chuckled weakly, "Just gimme a minute to get blood flow back."
"Y'know how you can get your blood flowin'?"
"... Ridin' cock?"
"Got it in one, Principessa." Husk clapped a palm over Angel's hip and directed, "Get to it, Honey."
Angel grinned. "Can I go as fast as I want?"
"Sure," Husk laughed, "As fast as you want."
Without wasting a second, Angel started to bounce, grind, and writhe in Husk's lap, head falling back as he panted.
Husk buried his face in Angel's fluff. His own heavy breathing dampened Angel's chest, but he pulled his head back after a moment to pull Angel into a rough kiss.
Angel cried out into Husk's mouth, legs trembling as he came in ribbons across Husk's chest.
Husk groaned against Angel's lips, pulled back, and started to move Angel's hips again.
Whimpering, Angel allowed Husk to use his pussy, burying his face between Husk's ears. "Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby--"
"Hush," Husk laughed, running his claws over Angel's hair. "Color?"
"Huh?"
"Color, Sweetheart. How're you feelin'?"
"Shaky."
"Okay to keep goin'?"
"Uh... think so."
"Let me know as soon as that changes," Husk ordered, Angel nodding in response.
Fucking his hips up into Angel, Husk leaned up to capture Angel's lips with his. "Fuck, Princess, you feel so good."
Angel whimpered at the overstimulation, simultaneously trying to meet Husk thrust-for-thrust and pull away from him.
"Such a good hole for me."
" 'M your toy," Angel whispered, voice high and whiny.
Husk paused in his thrusting. "Hey."
Angel groaned. "What?"
"What's that?"
"Dirty talk, Francis. Keep up."
"Whose dirty talk?"
"... Mine?"
"You want me to fuck you like a toy?"
Angel's eyes widened, his pupils blown wide as he nodded furiously. "Please, fuck-- Need you t'take what you need."
"Would it be alright if I flipped us?"
"I'm your toy," Angel reminded him with a crooked grin. "You can play with me however you want."
Husk growled low in his throat. "You're gonna need to answer my check-ins with colors. Got it?"
"Got it."
Husk grabbed Angel's hips and flipped them over, braced on one arm as the other pinned Angel's hips to the mattress. "You gonna keep quiet for me, or are you one'f those lil' squeaky toys?"
Angel snickered. "Can't promise anything."
"Hey, I don't mind a little noise. Means I'm makin' you feel good."
Grinning, Angel folded his arms behind his back. "I'll be a good toy. Long's you fuck me good, no complaints from me."
"You still feelin' shaky?"
"Now that I'm not doin' any work? Not at all."
Husk nipped Angel's collar bone with the tips of his sharp teeth. "Brat."
"M-hm!"
"You just want me t'take care'f you?"
"I... This is gonna sound bad, but this is actually, genuinely what I want."
"Go ahead, Princess."
"I want you t'use me to make yourself feel good."
Husk hummed. "I can do that." He kissed Angel's neck, whispering against his skin, "You want me t'take what I need?"
"M-hm."
"Words, Anthony."
"Want you t'feel good. Want you t'use me."
"Good." Husk thrust his hips into Angel's, making him cry out. "What else d'you want, Doll?"
Angel's eyes widened. "Choke me?"
"Not happening," Husk whispered, head shaking. "Try somethin' else."
"Please?"
"I don't wanna choke you."
"... Oh. Okay."
"You can have anything else, Sweet Boy. Tell me what you want."
"Want... uh..."
"Anything."
"Tryin' t'think," Angel laughed breathlessly, hips shifting, "But I'm filled up with this huge cock, and it's makin' it a lil' bit hard t'focus."
Husk chuckled deep in his throat. "Sorry. Nearly forgot." Husk thrust forward again, hands cradling Angel's slender hips and holding him still. "Did I forget t'make you feel good?"
"Feel fantastic. Lil'... full, but great."
Nodding, Husk brought one hand up to hold Angel's face. "What else d'you want from me, Principessa?"
"Kiss me, then fuck me. Don't just--" Angel dropped his voice to a whisper, "Fuck me." He grabbed the scruff of Husk's neck with his lowest right hand, yanked him close, and growled, "Fuck me!"
"Any way I want?" Husk confirmed.
"Any way you want."
Husk grabbed the backs of Angel's thighs and bent him in half, knees pressed against his shoulders as Husk thrust into him again.
Angel cried out. His hands, previously pinned behind him, scrabbled against Husk's back for gain purchase in his fur and feathers. "Fuck!"
Husk chuckled again, low and raspy. "You are one'f those lil' squeaky toys, aren't ya? Makin' all sorts of nice noises for me?"
"Please!"
"'Please', what?"
Angel whined loudly, back arching against the pin that Husk had him in. "Francis!"
Husk's cock pounded in and out of Angel's pussy, wet noises filling the damp air between them. "Fuck, so fucking tight. Made for me, weren't ya, Doll?"
Nodding and panting, Angel grasped for the bases of Husk's wings, fingers bunching up the feathers he could get ahold of.
With quick fingers, Husk circled Angel's clit, the pressure against it and the wetness of Angel's cunt making the slide overwhelming.
Angel cried out. "Francis!" His abs clenched as he convulsed, head thrown back. His pussy squirted around Husk's cock as he shoved him back.
Husk pressed kisses to Angel's neck and shoulder as he continued pounding into him. "Good fuckin' Toy," he growled into Angel's ear.
Screaming Husk's name, Angel clawed at the feline Overlord's shoulders.
With one large hand, Husk pressed against the lowest part of Angel's abdomen, breath hitching. "Anthony."
"Mm?"
"Anthony."
Angel whined louder.
"Gimme your hand."
"Huh?"
"Hand."
"Y'have my hand already," Angel reminded him, wiggling his top left hand to show off his wedding band. He keened as Husk hit his G-spot.
Husk snatched his hand from in front of his face and pressed it to Angel's own stomach, his own hand pushing down against it. "Feel."
Angel's brows furrowed, but he took in a ragged gasp when he felt the bulge of Husk's cock through his stomach. "Fuck."
"Feel how deep I fuck you, Doll? Feel how your pussy hugs me? How tight she holds me?"
Angel whined loudly.
"How you're made t'fit me? My cock, and my cock alone?"
"Yours! You, just you, only you--" Angel babbled, hands holding the scruff on the back of Husk's neck. "Only yours, Francis."
Husk slammed his hips into Angel's once more, holding him tight as he came inside of Angel.
After a few seconds, Angel whispered, "Wanna know somethin' crazy?"
"Love crazy. Crazy's my husband, actually."
Angel snorted. "I know it's silly, but... it's almost like I can feel your cum inside'f me."
"Well, the nerves inside'f your--"
"No," Angel laughed, flexing the fingers that were still pressed between Husk's hand and his stomach. "Here."
Husk growled against Angel's lips as he leaned down for a kiss. "Fuck, you really know what t'say, don'tcha?"
"Always. You're my other half, Handsome. What I like, you like. That's how we work, Baby."
Husk kissed Angel's neck gently, tongue flicking out against his fur and skin. "Love you, Anthony."
"Love you, too, Francis."
Husk slowly brought Angel's legs down from his shoulders. "Feel okay?"
"M'feet are tingly."
Laughing, Husk nipped the bottom of Angel's left foot. "Could you feel that?"
"Lil' bit." Angel sighed, dropped his head back, and whispered, "Can y'carry me to the bathroom? I need to pee before bed."
"What, you don't want a round four?"
Angel shook his head with a laugh. " 'M tired. Been dancin' all night, 'n all day before that. Wanna curl up in your arms, let you fall asleep b'fore me, 'n listen to your purr 'n your snorin' 'til I fall asleep."
Humming, Husk pulled out of Angel, watching his cum leak out for a few seconds before he picked Angel up and cradled him to his chest. "C'mon, Beautiful. Let's get you tidied up before you get your beauty sleep."
"Don't need it. I'm naturally this pretty."
"I know you are," Husk whispered, kissing Angel's temple as he walked to the bathroom, Angel’s weight balanced on his hips.
He set Angel down on the toilet, saying, "I'm gonna change the sheets, real quick. You soaked 'em through, Pussy King."
Angel cackled. "That had better not stick."
"You are the Pussy King," Husk reminded him, giving him a toothy grin and licking the side of his neck once. "I'll be right back t'bring you t'bed."
Angel watched him leave, then called after him, "Francis?"
Husk popped his head back into the bathroom. "Yeah?"
"Can you pick me out one'f your shirts t'wear?"
"Of course, Princess." Husk left the bathroom, and Angel cleaned himself up, straightening out his wild hair.
Husk snorted in the next room, and Angel asked, "What's up, Baby?"
Husk dissolved into cackling, so Angel ducked into the bedroom to find him sitting in the middle of the bed, partially-made.
"What the Hell are you laughin' about?"
"You're so-- You were so fuckin' covered--" Husk burst into laughter again, eyes welling over with tears.
Angel sat beside Husk, kissed his shoulder, and smiled into his thick fur.
When Husk had finally calmed enough to take a deep breath, he whispered, "Look at the sheets."
Angel looked down at the sheets and blankets under them, covered in glitter, smears of makeup, bobby pins, and sequins that had been broken off of his dress. "... Oh."
Husk laughed again, burying his nose in Angel's neck as he snorted.
"I... was covered in glitter."
"Y'still kinda are," Husk whispered. He ran his fingertips over Angel's cheek, smeared with runny mascara and glitter eyeliner. "You... Could I help clean you up?"
"Y'don't need to--"
"But I want to. I messed up your makeup; only makes sense that I'm the one t'clean you up."
Angel sighed and nodded. "M'kay. Only if I can sit on your lap, though."
"I think that's a fair ask."
Grinning, Angel stood from the bed and pulled Husk to his feet. "C'mon. Sit at my vanity."
"Your vanity," Husk whispered.
"... Yeah."
"It's yours. You live here. With me. And you have your own furniture, and your own dresser, 'n your own closet space..." Husk sighed happily, then spun Angel around in a circle with a giddy chuckle as he pulled him into a kiss. "Fuck, I can't believe this, sometimes."
"You can't, huh?" Angel led Husk to sit in his vanity chair, sitting in his lap to gather makeup remover and cotton pads. He peeled off his heavy false lashes with a sigh of relief. "Even after... years'f... dating, and marriage, 'n all that? Still hard to believe?"
"Yep." Husk dampened a cotton pad with the makeup remover. He swiped it over Angel's closed eyelids, one at a time, and doused a new pad with cleanser when it got dirty.
Angel sighed and leaned into Husk's gentle touches. "I love you."
"Love you, too, Princess."
Husk continued to clean Angel's face, kissing his shoulder every time he leaned over to get a new cotton pad.
"Here, check it," Husk said, pulling back from Angel to allow him to move closer to the mirror.
"Uh... Pretty good, actually!" Angel complimented. He dampened one last makeup removal pad to scrub at the inner- and outer-most corners of both eyes. "There! All clean!"
" 'Cept... y'know..." Husk gestured down at Angel's body, still covered in glitter and makeup. "Everywhere else."
"Y'wanna help me with that?"
"Think you need a shower for all'f that, Honey."
"Yep. That was the offer." Angel leaned in close to brush his nose against Husk's and whisper, "You wanna help?"
Husk's pupils dilated as he nodded eagerly.
Angel grabbed his hands and yanked him to stand, dragging him into the bathroom with a cackle.
Angel held down the sheets on his side of the bed while Husk pulled the elastic corners over his own. "There! Nice 'n clean."
Husk hummed, instantly laying down across the bed on his stomach with a loud groan. His wings spread out across the height of the bed.
"Now, where'm I supposed t'sleep? On Nuggets' bed?"
"Never." Husk lifted his right wing. "C'mere. Lay with me."
Angel crawled under Husk's wing, still bare and freshly dried from their shower. "Fuck. No wonder you're always warm, with these things strapped t'your back? 'T's like a built-in blanket."
Husk chuckled, his right arm lifting to wrap around Angel and pull him close. "Love you, Principessa. You need anything? Did you eat before your show?"
"Uh... Didn't, actually. Nerves. You know?"
Husk hummed and nodded. "You hungry?"
"Starving."
"Whatcha want?" Husk chuckled, reaching out for the bedside table to grab his phone. "Anything at all."
"... Chili-lime chips."
"For a meal, Honey. I'll order those up, too, though."
Angel thought for a second, then shrugged. "Order me somethin' I'll like. No cravings, really. I just need t'eat."
Husk pressed a few buttons on his phone, then said, "I'll rush it, but I'll need t'grab it from the elevator."
Angel groaned.
"I know, I'm awful. But I'll tuck you in all nice, 'n bring you a fruity drink when I come back."
"... With extra cherries?"
"I'll pour in the whole jar."
"Ew. Not that many."
"... Half the jar."
"I'll take it. Kiss."
Husk rolled over to kiss Angel gently, smiling against his lips. "Mm... You're right. You're always right. Kisses make it all better."
Angel hummed and pulled back to yawn, making Husk yawn in turn.
Rolling onto his own side of the bed, Husk's head resting on his stomach, Angel stretched out his arms and legs. "Fuck. I'm tired."
"Not surprised," Husk murmured against his stomach, kissing just above his pubic bone. "You can nap 'til food gets here."
"What, for 4 minutes?" Angel laughed.
Husk shrugged weakly. "I might nap."
"Nuh-uh! If I've gotta be awake, you've gotta be awake."
Husk grumbed wordlessly but rolled onto his back, anyway. "M'kay."
Angel played with Husk's twists, winding one around his finger. "Your hair's gettin' long, ain't it?"
"Mm... You don't like it?"
"Never said that. I like havin' a hand-hold."
Husk's eyes widened, and he grinned. "I like it, too." His phone chimed, and he rolled off of Angel with a groan. "Fuck. Don't wanna move."
"Bring me my dinner," Angel laughed. "You want me to eat so bad, then feed me."
Husk left the room with little more than a grumble, Nuggets trotting through the apartment behind him when he heard the elevator ding.
Angel sprawled out on the bed to stretch. He shut his eyes and relaxed into the sheets.
Husk returned with a tray, set it down on his side of the bed, and kissed Angel's forehead. "Anything else you need before I sit with ya?"
"... Drink?"
"Already on the tray. I wouldn't leave ya hangin' like that."
Angel sat up and asked, "Did y'get dessert?"
"Yep. Brownies and a cookie."
Angel nodded once, solemnly, and patted the bed next to him. "You're allowed entry."
Husk laughed. "Oh, 'allowed entry'? To my own bed?"
"No!" Angel laughed, "I'm Pussy King. My bed."
Husk bowed at the waist as he laughed. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Thank you for your benevolence."
"Damn right," Angel scoffed. He gestured vaguely at Husk's side of the bed and said, "C'mon in. I need a bed-warmer, anyway."
Smiling at Angel, Husk sat against his side, nuzzling his jaw and purring. "Thank you, Princess."
"M-hm!"
"You cold?"
Mouth full, Angel nodded.
"I'm gonna go grab a few blankets. Weighted blankets okay, yes or no?"
Angel gave him a thumbs-up.
"Alright." Husk kissed angel's temple, then slid out of bed again, almost tripping over Nuggets on his way to the linen closet. "Hey, Pig, go get your Pops."
Nuggets snorted once and stood to trot into the bedroom.
Husk gathered a weighted blanket, as well as two plain blankets to layer with it. "Hey, Princess?"
"Extra pillows are good!"
Snorting, Husk grabbed a few pillows to pile atop the blankets he was balancing in his arms. He entered the bedroom.
"That's what you were gonna ask, right?"
"Yep. Am I that predictable?"
"Yeah, it's great. Love predictable."
"That right? Lift up the tray."
Angel lifted the tray off of his lap so Husk could drape all three blankets over him, one at a time. "Yeah. I mean, 'unpredictable' was, like, my whole life before I was here. I didn't have... any control over anything, so... this is nice. I like knowin' what happenin' all the time."
Husk tucked the blankets in around Angel. "Anything else that helps?"
"Uh... Kisses. Kiss me again."
Laughing, Husk leaned down to kiss Angel.
Angel set down the tray on his lap. "Did you get yourself anything?"
"I ate before your show."
"Are you hungry now?"
Husk shrugged absently. "Just tired, but I wanna stay up with ya."
Angel brought a hand up to stroke Husk's ears. "You can sleep, Baby. I'll join you in a minute."
"Nuh-uh."
Angel kissed Husk's head. "At least join me in bed? Cuddle me for a bit?"
"I can't say 'no' to that," Husk sighed, grinning against Angel's lips when he leaned in for a kiss. He crawled into bed beside Angel and laid down, kissing Angel's bare hip.
Angel ate the last bite of his chicken sandwich, set the tray on the floor, and brought the straw of his drink to his lips. "Fuck."
"Good?"
"Never had a bad 'fuck' with you," Angel chuckled, settling into bed to offer Husk a sip.
Husk drank a bit, then shook his head and pushed the drink back towards Angel. "All yours, Principessa."
Angel shrugged. He drank half of his cocktail, then set it on the bedside table. "Francis, Baby?"
"Yeah, Honey?"
"Can y'hug me tighter?"
"Oh, of course," Husk chuckled, tugging Angel down to lay beside him. "From the front or behind?"
"... You pick."
"From the front, then? Lots of kisses for my Sweetheart?"
Angel's only response was a wide grin.
"You want that, hm? Kisses?"
"Always. You're such a good kisser, y'know?"
"So you've said," Husk chuckled.
"Dunno where you learned t'kiss like that, but I've got a feeling that I oughta send someone a fruit basket."
Husk laughed. "Bet she's in Heaven, by now, but I'll gladly reap the benefits of bein' a good kisser."
"Who taught you?" Angel asked softly, tapping his forehead to Husk's with a smile.
"One'f my first Sweethearts. Went by 'Claudia', when it was just us. A real spitfire, which... all'f the people I've been with have in common, apparently."
Angel snickered.
"Took 'er on a date to the movies, walked her to her door, 'n she yanked me inside by my tie and told me to kiss 'er."
"You better have kissed that broad."
"Oh, I did," Husk laughed, fingers dancing along Angel's waist. "And she pulled back with the most scrunched-up face I've ever seen on anyone, and says 'Lawrence, that was shit'."
Angel cackled, head dropping back. "No."
"Uh-huh. I'd kissed plenty of people by that point, 'n I'd never had any complaints, so I was..."
"Offended?"
"Yeah, pretty much. So I go to defend myself, but she held up one finger, 'n I just... couldn't talk. Like she had magic or somethin'."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yep. 'N she grabbed me again 'n kissed me, fully takin' the lead before pullin' back a few seconds later to start explainin' how to kiss right."
Angel snorted. "Claudia's School of Kissin', that right?"
"Apparently. So, we're half-makin' out on her kitchen counter, half-schoolin', whatever, and I'm, like, weirdly turned-on by it?"
"You have a thing for school-teachers?" Angel chuckled, one hand coming up to hold Husk's jaw.
"Not even. Just... bein' told what to do, I guess." Husk kissed Angel's lower lip. "You knew that, though, didn't you?"
"Better than anyone."
Husk hummed, eyes fluttering shut when Angel traced his fingertips down the bridge of his nose. "Mm..."
"Y'just need a firm hand t'put you in your place? Hard cock in your ass?"
"M-hm."
Angel laughed, ducking his head down to nuzzle in under Husk's chin. "I love you."
"Love you, too, Princess."
"I want more kisses."
"I can do that." Husk pulled back a few inches to lean down and kiss Angel. "However many you want."
"More than that," Angel scoffed.
Husk laughed, pulling Angel close with a soft tug to his hair and kissing him, a number of soft, chaste pecks that Angel giggled into. "Fuck, love your laugh, Princess." He kept pressing gentle kisses to Angel's lips, cheeks, nose, and forehead, just listening to him laugh loudly.
Angel pushed him away after a few long minutes, staring into Husk's eyes with his own gentle grin in place, then pulled him in for a long kiss, which they both sighed into.
"Francis?" Angel whispered against Husk's lips.
"Yeah, Anthony?"
"I wanna turn on a show."
"Which one?"
"Doesn't matter. I need noise t'fall asleep."
Husk nodded and reached for the remote atop the headboard. He handed it to Angel with a soft kiss to his forehead. "Whatever you want, okay? I'm prob'ly gonna fall asleep pretty quick."
"Did I wear you out, Kitty?" Angel asked with faux-sympathy, his grin spreading when Husk batted his hands away from his ears playfully. "Alright, Baby. Get t'sleep, then. I'll be here."
"Don't wanna leave you alone."
Angel shrugged. "I'll just cuddle you extra hard in the morning when you've gotta get up."
"Don't need t'get up at any point. I'll cuddle you extra hard right back."
Angel's grin spread even further, and he nuzzled his nose against Husk's. "D'you have any idea how awesome you are?"
"You tell me almost every day."
"D'you know, though?"
"I've got a hunch." Husk licked the tip of Angel's nose. "You should go t'sleep, too, Honey. Your eyes are gettin' glassy."
Angel shrugged. " 'M just cold. Not that tired."
"Should I turn on the heat lamp?"
"Don't want you gettin' too warm," Angel protested with a shake of his head.
"I'll be okay," Husk chuckled, reaching up to turn on the heat lamp with a click. "I'll get up, if I've gotta."
Angel nodded weakly as he yawned. "Francis, Baby?"
Husk hummed. His chest rumbled with his purr as he adjusted his hold on Angel.
"D'you ever miss Claudia? 'R... Maggie, or Anna, 'r any 'f 'em?"
"Sometimes," Husk admitted, voice soft. "But... I dunno, not in the way you're prob'ly thinkin'? Like... Anna's the only one who I've ever met who could count cards better than me. Never did it for any high stakes, though; only when we were playing for bottle caps, or pennies."
Angel snickered.
"Maggie made the best brisket I ever had."
"... 'Cept for mine, right?"
"Uh... Honey..."
"No," Angel gasped, propping himself up on one elbow to stare at Husk, bewildered. "You can't say that! I'm your husband! My brisket is best!"
"Trust me," Husk laughed, "I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true. If you tried it, you'd agree. She never told me the secret, though."
Angel sighed, dropping back to the bed. "Asshole."
"Mm. You'd agree if you tried it," he repeated with a weak shrug. "You'd've liked Claudia, I think. She was... kind'f a bitch, honestly, but in the best way."
"I thought I was the best bitch."
"... Fine, she was a bitch in the second-best way."
"Good Boy."
Husk chuckled. He sighed, nuzzling Angel's neck. "I think my Momma'd've loved ya the most."
"... Yeah?"
"Oh, she'd've adopted ya from day one," Husk laughed. "She had a thing for big eyes 'n attitude. Not towards her, mind you; you'd've got your ass beat. But towards everyone else, towards the world? If you didn't give a shit, congrats. You're her pseudo-kid now."
Angel laughed. "She sounds fun."
"Oh, yeah. Somethin' like that."
Head cocked to one side, Angel asked, "What's that tone?"
"I loved her. Love. I love her, so much. But there were definitely times as a kid that I didn't like 'er very much. Y'know?"
"Oh, I know," Angel laughed, nodding. "I get that." His smile softened as he whispered, "I wish I could've met 'er."
"I do, too." Husk sighed, eyes shutting. "Too late, though."
Angel kissed the tip of Husk's nose. "We've got each other. You've got me, I've got you. Forever." Angel held up his top left hand to show off his wedding band. "That was the fucking deal. And we consummated it, so no divorce. You're fuckin' stuck with me."
Husk laughed. "Damn fuckin' right, I am." He kissed Angel gently. "No one else I'd rather be stuck with. You're my everything, Anthony."
"And you're mine."
Cradling Angel closer, Husk threaded his fingers through his hair and rested their foreheads together. "Forever."
"Forever, Baby."