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[As if all their bantering hasn't clued Angel in, that teasing tone finally confirms that Husk is going to make the most out of toying with him. And as much as he might protest, Angel's going to love him for it.]

I want- hhh- I want ya ta suck my dick until I'm cryin' so loud the neighbors think I'm bein' murdered in here. Dontcha wanna hear the noises I can make for ya, Husky? The real ones?

[How unfortunate for him that he absolutely loves toying with him like this, especially when he's in no rush to get off, himself.

Nor can he help the grin that comes with those words and those questions until he's shifting to kiss just above his groin, making certain that he knows how much he appreciates all of this. Once the gross affectionate shit is out of the way he's taking his tongue down to the base of his cock and slowly run it up to the tip just to make certain he gets to feel all of that texture.]

Then you'll have to trust me when I stop, can't have you getting off too quick, right?~ [He's going to enjoy every second of bringing him to the edge only to back off and do it again. Especially as he's slowly taking him back into his mouth with low purring, nothing too powerful yet.]

[Oh that fucking grin. Angel gives a sullen pout that's weakened by the whine in his throat, but he's rewarded with the drag of that pretty tongue. Too slow, not enough, but it still has the spider squirming.]

Y-ya think I can't hold off? I can do slow- [He can't. Fuck-] You ain't eager ta get inside? Really gonna make yourself wait-?

[Honestly, it's so rude how absolutely gorgeous he is like this, even while rolling his eyes at the words. Does he really want him to answer while he has his dick in his mouth? Because he can absolutely do that if it's going to bother him.

Especially since it means he can pull back up off of him and run his tongue along the tip before he does so, he could do this all day.]

So far you seem more of a needy mess than someone that can hold off~ And you wanted me to suck you off until you were screaming, baby, not fucking you. [Not that he doesn't want to, but he can absolutely focus on just him for the time being.] You wanna change your mind now? Or get some idea in your head that you can take what you want? [He's down for whatever, honestly, so he's just setting all of the options out there right now.]

[He wants too many fucking things all at once is the problem, and Angel passes a hand over his too hot face.] A guy can want more than one thing. [And he could take it, but that's not the game he wants to play right his moment. Not now.] I'll be good, Husky, please. Just keep touchin' me. [Fingers slide down from Husk's ear to his jaw, giving a light scritch under his chin.] You don' know what ya do ta me.

[They have all the time in the world at this point, if he's perfectly honest. Neither one of them are going anywhere until they fulfill the bullshit of this ship and he isn't going anywhere without Angel by this point.] I know, baby, it's just fun to rile you up~ [He'll be good? There's something about that that gets under his skin in a way he can't quite describe other than it's good and he tilts his head up with the scritch with perhaps the loudest purring he's ever heard from this man.] I have a feeling it's mutual.

[He truly could do this all day if he wanted, just adoring the reactions from this man and knowing that he's the one causing them and it's none of this acting bullshit. His hand that isn't in his thigh moves back to lazily run up and down his cock before he shifts to kiss the other neglected thigh and run his tongue through the fur to reach skin.] Could take my time just savoring every inch of you.

'Sposed ta be my job. [But honestly, he enjoys it when Husk takes turns trying to rile him up as well. And then of course Husk echoes that exact sentiment. All while purring like a damn engine, and Angel tries to work out which combination of things said or done was the magic touch.

He gives a soft sigh, breath shuddering as he tries to show he can be good and patient, hips giving a slow rock into that hand.] Shit, you know what you're doin' ta me? Talkin' like that, jesus. Whicha us is 'sposed ta be the porn star here?

You're doing wonderful at it, I just have more patience. [Which is true, really, he's better at hiding it and better at rolling with the punches than showing just how riled up he really is. It's not difficult to get this man purring or to get him as into everything as he is, not when it's Angel, at least.

He's not particularly bothered by his rocking into his hand, lightly nuzzling into the thigh he'd just licked.] Can't say I do, how 'bout you tell me? Just got a lot more experience under my belt than most before I ended up here, it's all natural. [Honestly, he could keep talking like this if he wanted him to, even if it means depriving him of his tongue.]

S'cause you're old. [Angel smirks, as if the two of them aren't close as hell in terms of years of existence. But those years top side do a lot more to mature a person than the ones down here.]

You got me worked up like I'm waitin' on my third cumshot. But then ya say some shit, and m'blushin' like a fuckin' virgin.

You ain't complaining about me being old. [As if ages really matters in Hell, anyway, as he's more than well aware of at this point. Especially when he can do things like this and still manage to catch the attention of someone like him.

He can't help a low breathy laugh, tone shifting to perhaps the lowest baritone he's heard from him with a low grumbling purr lining it. He's absolutely doing this on purpose now.]

How dare I get you so worked up and deny you like this~ Should I not savor the treasure set out in front of me for just me? [He can sure pretend to be possessive just to see what Angel does in turn because why not when they both know he's free to do whatever he wants.]

[That voice. Fuck him. It's too good. Bastard's doing this on purpose. Angel's cheeks colour, not easy to see through his fur, but the way his cock twitches at the possessive claim, that's a little more obvious.]

Teasin' bastard. Mm- just for you~ [He repeats the words with a low sigh.]

[Nor can he help the grin at being called a teasing bastard, shifting back to that lovely cock and slowly running his tongue from base to tip along the underside just to prove a point.]

Tell me how much you want me to get you off, baby. Tell me just how desperate you are for my tongue teasing you and my mouth on your poor sensitive cock~ Maybe I'll take some mercy on you. [It's a fun voice for him to use, especially when he's combining it with such awful teasing. He wants to get him off, but there's something to be said for driving him to the edge with teasing, to get him a whimpering mess that just scratches his brain just right. Especially while he's kissing the tip with a slight pass of the tip of his tongue over it, just the softest of contact.]

[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).]

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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-

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[Arms wrap heavily round Husk, a thigh shifting to press against that poor neglected hardness he couldn't reach before, and he returns the kiss with a low hum. His heart skips a beat at those casually dropped words, mind jumping to work in overload. This is typically wear he hears that phrase if he's going to hear it. It doesn't mean anything. Right?? But what if it does?]

...Husk- [Face hot, Angel kisses him again rather than risk echoing the words.]

[Shit, he'd almost entirely forgotten about his own neglected cock, unable to hide the shudder and soft hiss of breath as that thigh presses against it. He's fine, he can deal with that later as this is far more important to him right now.

What if it does mean something! What if he wasn't just saying it because it was the right thing to say in the moment! He doesn't seem to have noticed he said the words if he had been just saying them to say anything, even if he's keenly aware of his reaction. He wiggles his own arms around him to pull him closer and tail wrapping around a thigh to happily let him have that kiss before resting his forehead against his.]

Guessin' I did something right, then? [Is he teasing him? Absolutely.] Evidently I ain't all that rusty.

[Such a pretty sound. Angel shifts the pressure of that thigh in a lazy rhythm, torn between enjoying this strangely sweet afterglow, or rewarding Husk for taking such good care of him.]

Told ya. [Angel laughs in agreement, thrown by just how intimate this is, as if Husk having his cock in his mouth has nothing on just resting their foreheads together.]

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