Angel Dust

This isn't at all the way his little striptease was supposed to go, but these tender interludes make his heart flutter harder than some of the kinkiest workouts he's been put through. The spider laughs, and it's hard not to believe him when Husk speaks so earnestly, even if the both of them know damn well Angel's not perfect.

"Can I get that in writing?" he laughs, something he can whip out the next time he frustrates the other sinner.

His lower hands make quick work of opening those pants without even lookin, taking the time to steal another kiss. "You're gonna fuck me after all this, right?"