harderdaddy | (Reply)

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Ya sure, Husky?

[Angel's claws lack the bite of some demons, but he digs them in deeper as he feels Husk lean into it, his second set of hands leaving another pair of lines down his back. That tongue feels like heaven, and Angel can only imagine how good it might feel later.]

So fuckin' good.

[Angel rolls onto his back, pulling Husk over him and pleadingly opening that stretch of muscle open for Hush to mark up. Maybe they'll last long enough he can show them off the next day. Or at the very least feel them lurking under his clothes as his own little reminder.]