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[harderdaddy]

Text | Voice | Video | Action What are yah stupid? You know what ta do. kisses~

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[harderdaddy]

[He's not wrong, and it's an insight not a lot of people are able to manage when it comes to jobs like those. It's part of what makes them so appealing to people on the outside. If they didn't make it look easy (or as easy as taking half a dozen sinners' dicks can look), then it wouldn't have nearly the same impact.

Angel snickers softly and raises his own brow in question, willing to play along]

An' what would that be?

[helluvamess]

[Blitzø grins, curling his tail up to flick under Angel's chin.]

Lay back and let me take care of you for a change. Whatever you want, no performing and nothing you don't actually want.

[He's especially serious about that. Angel bottoms, the entirety of Hell knows that, but he also performs and is just as much doing all the work as whoever's fucking him. Maybe even more so, since half the time in the streams all they need to be is a dick pounding away at whatever hole they've gotten into.]

And even if you don't want anything at all, that's fine too. Sound fair?

[coffinturk]

[ Well by down we meant he'll be jumping up. Or something. Easy to get disoriented about the deck numbers but Vincent knows where to go. Either way it's going to be a bit of a ride. ]

Hrmph. [ There is amusement. ] Just hold on tight.

[ He's got plenty of belts for that wrapped around his arm even. Safety first. Little more hesitation is needed to brace and make his jump; though at speed, things like gravity will not seem to be as effective; as though there were something manipulating the impact of it.

Like he said, it's mostly about the head for heights and vertigo. The trip itself will almost be pleasant. ]

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[bartenderbitch]

Angel baby~ Could you come over here when you get the chance? No rush or anything, door's unlocked.

[harderdaddy]

It's a little bit before Husk's door eases open, Angel letting himself in, and moving to make himself comfortable on the bed. It's strange how quickly this room has begun to feel like an extension of his own, just lacking his personal sense of interior design.

"Was half expectin' an visitor in here with ya," he teased, cozying up to Husk.

[bartenderbitch]

Honestly, if Husk wouldn't flinch at the amount of neon (he got enough of that in his lifetime with the Vegas strip) he wouldn't mind him having a touch in the design. Hell, he might actually do that in the future at some point anyway. He's wrapped up in the leather and fur lined coat he's been in most of the time but is quickly stripping that down to just his normal suspenders and immediately wrapping his tail around the spider and leaning against his side.

"Oh shush, I would have told you if I had one," he lightly shoves him with one shoulder, though clearly not bothered at all given how little force is behind it. "I got something for you with that whole... holiday shit 'round the corner. Thought you might want it a little early."

[harderdaddy]

At the very least a more plush bed. Angel could lean into something more fitting Husk's aesthetics, a little less pink, and a lot more red. He laughs softly at Husk stripping down, fingers combing through the fur of his chest.

"Mmhmm, you learned that one, did ya?" He lifts his gaze in surprise, "Ya didn' hafta get me anythin'," he starts, before his lips curl impishly, "Ohhh, is it that kinda gift?"

[bartenderbitch]

Actually, he wouldn't turn down a nicer bed than what he has and... a lot more red would actually not bother his aesthetic in the slightest. Clearly they need to have that conversation at some point since Angel might as well also live there at this point. Especially with this bullshit cold nonsense going on and the happy bit of purring with just the fingers combing through his fur.

"Too fucking bad, I did," he huffs in response, though he rolls his eyes in turn and shifts to steal a kiss, tail pulling him just a bit closer. "You want me to grab it first before you start asking those kinds of questions or do you want to keep guessing?~"

[harderdaddy]

Angel's happy to snuggle closer, lower arm draping loosely over him as the other pets through that fur, soaking up the warmth it brings.

"Depends, ya gotta get outta this bed?" he asks with a smirk.

[bartenderbitch]

Warmth from simply snuggling into this absolutely ridiculous spider? Honestly, this cold thing could be a whole lot worse and he almost doesn't want to move, but...

"Unfortunately need to move enough to get to the side table, but it's not that far or will take that long. Can you survive for such a long time, babe?"

[harderdaddy]

Angel puts on a dramatic pout, playing up his despair, but he lifts his hands from Husk to free him.

"We'll see, won't we? Maybe I'll die of a broken heart before you get back~"

[harderdaddy]

[It's still a strange request, but people have made it enough times here that Angel doesn't immediately shrug it off as unnecessary. He lets himself be marginally more vulnerable, gaze softening a bit, and a flush shining through his fur, the tail keeping him from ducking his head.]

I'll try. [He allows, speaking mostly to the no performing, lips quirking. But he nods.] Wouldn't've offered if I didn't want anythin'. Not here at least.

[bartenderbitch]

There's no reason for him to be that cute and he's quickly stealing a kiss with that almost expected purring ramping up with it.

"Sure would make this gift awkward, wouldn't it?" He can't help teasing him, at least. But once he's freed he's scooting over to the other side of the bed and rummaging around in the side table before returning with a rather elegant looking box with a red satin bow on top of it. "For you~" He'll gingerly offer the box and once the spider actually opens it he'll find a choker-type necklace made of gold and red spinel stones.

[harderdaddy]

Angel nods with an amused grin, watching Husk and sitting up a little as he's presented that beautiful box. That alone is...a lot. He hesitates a moment before taking it, and opening it up he's left at a loss for words. His fingers trace over stones and he looks up at Husk like there's got to be some kind of catch.

Clients buy him gifts, Val showers him with them after things get rough, it's not like he doesn't have a host of expensive jewelry, but this feels...different.

"...It's beautiful," he breathes, finally finding his words, and he pulls it carefully free, holding it up to his neck to model it. "Do it up for me?"

[bartenderbitch]

The hesitation honestly doesn't surprise him at all, he knows the kind of shit Angel has been through and what his mind must be going through by being presented with something like this. Every single bit of it was wrong, of course, but Husk wasn't in any sort of place to be telling him what he should or shouldn't think. But the look he gives him is almost... heartbreaking in a way, that he would think there's a catch. He knows it's from the past, of course it was, but the thought is still there.

Relief is what he feels once he speaks again and picks it up, a smile crossing his lips and quickly nodding at the question. It looks absolutely gorgeous against him already, the colors. But he scoots to get himself behind him, fingers somehow managing to be deft enough to gingerly get the clasp and let it rest against his body. His hands slowly slide down his sides before he scoots to sit in front of him again to just admire the sight.

"It's... also got a unique little feature that it'll lead you to me if you want it to." If you want it to. He's almost embarrassed to admit to that, for how sappy it probably sounds.

[harderdaddy]

He admires the stones, his mind starting to associate red more with Husk now than Val with distance. It feels like carrying a piece of the Sinner with him.

He bends to kiss him, almost shy for Angel.
"How does it work?"

[bartenderbitch]

In his defense, his shade of red is very specific compared to Val's. The kiss earns a return one of his own, tail moving to lightly wrap around his waist again. The grip is tight but not overbearingly so, just to let him know that he's there.

"And spoil the magic of it? You'll have to see for yourself, baby. But it'll know when you're searching for me. I'm just... glad you like it and it looks beautiful on you. Ya lyublyu tyebya fsyem syertsem." [Is he going to explain that? Of course not.]

[harderdaddy]

"If I finally learn ta understand all that and it turns out you're speakin' gibberish ta fuck with me I'm gonna kick your ass," he teases fondly, but even just the inflection of those words makes his face hot.

"You're spoilin' me. I love it. Thank you."

[bartenderbitch]

"It'd be easier to fuck with you in English or Italian, wouldn't it? I promise you, it's not gibberish." Though he wouldn't necessarily turn down seeing how he'd kick his ass since he's pretty certain the only thing Angel has an advantage on is height. Especially while they're here.

Not that it stops him from stealing another kiss and resting his hands on Angel's hips. "You deserve that and the world, ain't no spoiling involved."

[harderdaddy]

"So what secrets are ya spillin', mm? Dirty talk? All the filthy things ya wanna do ta me while I'm wearin' nothin' but this pretty necklace?"

He smiles easily, resting a hand over one of Husk's. "You're too good ta me. Old softie."

[bartenderbitch]

Oh, he can't help the laugh with that, deciding to be an absolute ass and instead use that lovely Italian he has instead. "Or I could tell you like this and make certain you understand every. Single. Word. No need to use Russian when this does the same thing." Okay, perhaps he should stop fucking with him and just slips back into English, tugging him close and nuzzling into him.

"Stop that, nothing I'm doing isn't what you deserve. But I think we both deserve a nice bath instead, hm?" One day he knows Angel's going to figure out the words he's saying, so perhaps he should just push it off for as long as possible.

[harderdaddy]

"Mmmm, that's right. I wanna hear every filthy thought in that head of yours," Angel says with a grin, one that softens as he's pulled close.

"A bath sounds perfect," he agrees, pointedly not commenting on the rest, but he doesn't argue either, so it's progress.

[bartenderbitch]

"Every filthy thought in this old man's head? I certainly can't be that interesting for the great Angel Dust." He manages to get out in a snort, very clearly not taking a single second of that clearly.

What he does do, however, is unwrap himself from the spider to slide off the bed and pad into the bathroom to start getting the water ready at least. "It might take it a moment!" Especially since he might have hunted down a few things to make the bath a little more... special along with everything else. Because of course he did.

[harderdaddy]

It makes Angel laugh, and he rolls his eyes. "Well it's interestin' ta just plain Angel," he counters.

He lingers in the bed as Husk steps away to get things ready, trying to hold onto that warmth. "Ya wanna undress me yourself, or should I take care of that?" he calls back, finally pushing up onto his feet, humming to himself and acting out a few dance steps.

[bartenderbitch]

"You always gone by Angel?" Oh, of course he has to ask that question even while he's walking away like an absolute goober.

Luckily he's pretty quick to get things set-up, making sure that he's standing in the doorway to block it for the time being. But... he does enjoy watching him move even like this. "You gonna give me a show if you take care of it? I've heard some things but haven't been shown." Honestly, he's playing with him, teasing, but he certainly wouldn't say no...