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[harderdaddy]

What's the worst ya could catch me doin'? [There's a quiet tease, though Angel's brows crease at that still tail, taking a seat by Husk and offering a comforting scritch at the back of his ears before dropping his hand again.] Go ahead.

[harderdaddy]

[Hands fist in the blanket under them, and it's only decades of practice that keeps his claws from cutting through and shredding them. ]

I need Husk- please- I need you- I wanna come for you. Wanna feel you. Show you what ya do ta me. Show ya how I sound when I ain't playin' to the cameras. Please.

[Hands run over his chest fluff and up through his hair, enjoying the sensations more than just trying to make a pretty pretty, (though he does make a very pretty picture indeed).]

[bartenderbitch]

[Rude, Angel. Though it does get a bit of a smile out of him, because he can't really think of something that would bother him if he walked in on it at this point. The scritch is met with him lightly pushing into the hand, which... helps.]

If you didn't want people questioning you, you had to settle down at some point and it ain't as if I had much of a choice when it got to a point of where it became more and more difficult to do the things I was doing. [It required a lot of agility, a lot of smoke and mirrors, which technology made more difficult in his later years. Especially when the mobsters were pushed out of the casino business by big business instead.]

Settled down with a girl that knew the score, at least, got people's attention off of us.

[bartenderbitch]

[Don't think he hasn't noticed those hands in the blanket, Angel, especially when he's looking back up at him, tail lightly swaying behind him and looking quite the scene.] You can hold onto me if you want, I don't mind the claws. [Obviously, he hopes. Though he goes quiet as he listens to those words, the low grumbling ramping up to the low purring, quite pleased by those words if that's any indication.]

You're so fucking gorgeous like this, hope you know. [There's clear affection in that tone as he leans down to kiss above his groin just once before he decides to actually take mercy on him. With one quick motion he's taking that cock down to the base, purring not at all stopping and the flat of his tongue pressed against the underside. His hands dig claws into his inner thighs, slowly pulling down for a feeling of something else during it all. He doesn't move, not quite yet, keeping his eyes focused on watching the, admittedly gorgeous, demon at his mercy.]

[harderdaddy]

[It's a familiar sort of story. The same sort of life that would've awaited him if he hadn't checked out early. Angel reaches to take Husk's paw and give it a squeeze of understanding.]

Pretty? [Of course that would be Angel's first question.] Her knowin' is something'. [At least he didn't necessarily have to play the role at home.]

[bartenderbitch]

[He lightly squeezes his hand in turn, it's a little bit of a sore subject for him, but he's not... going to lie to Angel like that.]

She was a showgirl, so that was part of the job. [He can't help the hint of amusement with that question of all things, good grief.] I mean, don't get me wrong, we... had a thing at a point, too. But it was an understanding that we both needed a cover and no one batted an eye at two performers deciding to hitch up like that. [Nor did anyone question their other flings, other than whispering about if the other knew and if it would break their marriage or whatever.]

[harderdaddy]

[Reaching to tangle in Husk's fur, Angel starts out gentle, but as soon as Husk get's going those claws bite into his skin, breath punched out of him.]

I know~ [A breathy laugh, but behind that inflated ego, Angel's desperately grateful to hear that praise; to be pretty even when he's not putting on a performance for him. Toes curl inside Angel's boots, and his head lulls back with a whine.] Shit- hhh- you coulda made a killin' in my field, Whiskers.

[bartenderbitch]

[A little bit of pain never hurt anybody and he's actually relishing the feeling of those claws since he knows it means he's doing something right. The urge to continue to praise him is so strong but he has a job to do here and he's never been this concentrated on what he's doing than he is at this moment.

Nor does the comment miss him given the break in purring for a muffled laugh while slowly moving back up, almost taking him all the way out and bringing those claws up in time with what he's doing. His tongue follows, naturally, circling around the head perhaps a little rougher than he had been doing before. His tail shifts to tease the feathered tip against his abdomen, just a little extra touch to divide his attention.]

[harderdaddy]

Someone's gotta a type. [Angel teases with a soft smile.] Don' sound so bad, far as arrangements go. Any kids?

[bartenderbitch]

What? Legs for days, proportions to make models jealous, and taller than me? [He teases back, shifting to lean against Angel and seeming at least far more calm than he had been before.]

It wasn't, she was just as into anything that caught her interest just as much as I was. Marriage of convenience and the sex wasn't that bad, either. [The smallest bit of a shrug.] ... Nah, evidently that was never in the cards for either of us. Dunno if it was her, me, or both of us but at the end of the day that was probably for the better.

[harderdaddy]

Heh~ [It's nice to think he's not that wild of a pick for Husk, at least in this body. He can't help but wonder if he would have found him appealing if things had been different and they met up on Earth.]

...did ya want 'em? [It's a delicate question, he knows, and not something that can change for him now if he had wanted them.]

[bartenderbitch]

[It's truly a question for the ages, but if he were asked, he probably still would have been drawn to this absolute mess of a man.]

Mm. Wasn't exactly tryin' for them or anything, but I wouldn't have been upset if we had had any. Though looking back on it, probably wouldn't have been a great environment for a kid, even when we were older we weren't the... sit around and do nothing or do the whole nuclear family shit.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel's whole job is giving and receiving pleasure, but it's been a long time since he's felt such a concentrated desire from his partner to make him feel things that weren't for his own benifit. It's strange how much that adds to the experience, this thing he barely knew he was missing.

The tail has Angel shivering, fur standing on end along it's path. Soft, sharp, rough, the sensations blur together, Angel bucking as he feels that tension build.]

So- hhh- so good, Husky- you're so good. NNnn- fuck- [His babbled praise looses most of its coherence.]

[bartenderbitch]

[Fortunately? Unfortunately? for Angel that he is someone that generally focuses on his partner instead of himself in these moments. Also the fact that he's not at all above pushing him to the edge and then backing off just as quickly. Though, perhaps, he's pushed him far enough and that shiver is just lovely to him in this whole moment.

The babbling is honestly also weirdly cute to him and he's muffling another laugh around him as he slowly starts properly bobbing his head to give him something to cling onto, making sure his tongue is flat against him and the purring at the most rumbling he can manage. One of the hands that had been in his thigh shifts to move to tease a finger against that sensitive ring of muscle just to make it a little better for him.]

[harderdaddy]

I wouldn'ta minded kids. If I didn' have ta have the wife ta go along with them. [There's a small laugh and Angel shrugs a shoulder.] You two stayed togetha then? [Angel knows distantly that divorce and bachelorhood both became more common and acceptable up top in the years since his death, but it's hard to know when exactly.]

[harderdaddy]

[This sort of babbling usually only comes when Angel's high off his ass on Val's poison and whatever other cocktail of drugs he's on in a given day. He sighs gratefully, rutting up to meet each bob, lips parted, and he pants a sort of plea-]

...m'close Husk-

[bartenderbitch]

Yeah, shit was... getting better for us [meaning the "not straight" types, clearly] around the time I died, but it still wasn't something that the public really liked. [He shifts to nuzzle into Angel's side and just casually licks through that fur, because he feels like being a brat, mostly.] We did. Matter of convenience and, again, we didn't dislike each other or anything. She did her thing, I did mine, dunno how much longer she lasted after I croaked. [It's... a good question, actually and one he never really bothered to follow up on.]

[bartenderbitch]

[The fact it's not coming from either of those things is a high in and of itself, if he was asked, but he's more than happy to give that sort of bliss to him. For the briefest moment after he hears that absolutely lovely plea he lets him go, just long enough to get out a few words.]

Go 'head~ [Only the briefest of moments, indeed, as he's right back to what he was doing, just waiting to see how lovely he looks when pushed over the edge.]

[harderdaddy]

[The lick earns a snicker, but it feels kinda nice, Angel folding an arm around him.]

Doesn't sound like the worst life. [Maybe not the one Husk wanted for himself, but it could have gone a lot worse. M'glad ya had someone ta share it with.

[harderdaddy]

[His eyes squeeze shut, lost in the pleasure, but he blinks them open in time to catch Husk's gaze as it hits him. His cry is loud but imperfect, would've needed a reshoot if he were working. But it's real, and it's Husk's name on his lips, hips arching off the bed.]

H-aaa-Huuuusk. F-aaa-

[He pants, claws unclenching and petting through Husk's fur tired and apologetic for the hurt.]

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø snorts, finally relaxing somewhat and sprawling on his side to grin up at Angel.]

Do I look like I've got enough dicks or stamina for the Angel Dust experience? I mean, my dick is good but that's some next level shit. Like hours of time and a bucket of lube at least. How do you even fucking keep up with that?

[harderdaddy]

[Leaning back on one hand, Angel laughs, teasingly eying Blitzø's pants like he thinks he must be lying about lacking the ability to keep up. Keeps his expression light, even as he warns-] Didn' no one tell ya not ta ask how the sausage gets made? Or... gets sucked? It'd ruin the magic.

[A shit ton of drugs and a contract that removes his ability to say no, might not be a secret or anything, but talking about it would probably sour the mood.]

M'just that good.

[bartenderbitch]

[There's many things he can do with that tongue and some of them are actually entirely normal shenanigans.]

It wasn't, all the shit that was wrong in my life was my own doing. [He can't help a grin against his neck, right back to nuzzling and the softest bit of a purr.] Starting to look like my afterlife is getting better, too.

[bartenderbitch]

[It's real and, honestly, a gorgeous sound to his ears. He's quiet as he braces himself for it, being good and stopping what he's doing and making sure to swallow with the softest of purrs. He's not about to leave a mess and, really, he's got no problems with this type of thing, especially once he's certain he's done and slowly pulls himself off with one last light lick of the tip and nuzzling into his thigh with a soft kiss.

There's no need for him to be apologetic, even if he's happy for the petting at the barest minimum. Slowly he scoots back up to give him a proper and far sweeter kiss, a grin playing on his lips.]

Love you, baby. [Someone hasn't quite realized the implication of his words, either, given the purred lazy tone.]

[harderdaddy]

[He's getting the feeling he's never going to come out of an interaction with Husk again not soaking wet.]

Mmm- maybe not everything. [Fuck, this cat is too cute.] Mine too. Go figure~