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[harderdaddy]

[It's probably the least sexual gesture that's ever got Angel to flush like that. Fuck every which way and it's a kiss that trips him up. And to compliment Husk's purr there's a soft rattle like noise of stridulation from the spider.]

You're turnin' me all mushy already.

[bartenderbitch]

[If he had to guess, it's because it's not something that either of them really get to experience all that much. Something soft and with no real expectations behind it. But he's at least seeming perfectly content with where he is and what he's doing, one ear flicking forward at the noise that's new but not at all unwanted.]

Just like that? If I knew it was that easy I would have done so sooner.

[harderdaddy]

[Right? Who acts like that in real life? It's the sort of crap Angel'd claim only existed in the Hell-a-Novella he has a soft spot for.]

Bullshit. You make a move back home yet?

[bartenderbitch]

[Oh, he's actually laughing at that and stealing another kiss with a sharp-toothed grin.]

Does it fuckin' matter right now? [He still can't help teasing him about it all, anyway. There's no risk to doing this here, no one to drag him somewhere he doesn't want to be, no one yanking his chain to do shit he doesn't want to do. He can just... do what he wants, including nothing at all.]

[harderdaddy]

[Angel snorts and shakes his head, though it may occur to him to ask again when they aren't doing better things with their mouths.

The only thing that could drag him away in that moment does though, Fat Nuggets hoping up onto the bed and looking between the two of them, before trying to dig his way in-between the pair, making Angel laugh.]

Baby, you're kinda ruinin' the mood here.

[bartenderbitch]

[He's absolutely free to ask him later when they're not busy, especially when Husk isn't feeling like the most touchy feely creature on the face of the planet. Or in Hell, whichever.

When Fat Nuggets is trying to wiggle his way in, he can't help a laugh, either.]

Ruinin' it just a little bit. But, hey, we got all the time, so it ain't that bad of a thing. [He can absolutely make room for the hellpig if he really wants him to, after all.]

[harderdaddy]

[Thinking back to their time on the beach, Angel looks a little guilty, determined to be a good mama to his baby. A little cuddling is nothing that's going to traumatize him, but that's not typically where things end.]

I can put him in the bathroom.

[bartenderbitch]

[At least one of them between the two of them can have some self restraint to not go further than a little bit of cuddling. But that one might also not be terribly keen on stopping things at this particular moment.]

If you want to? [Really, he's leaving that entirely up to Angel at the moment, he can always adjust accordingly.]

[harderdaddy]

[Angel knows himself well enough to at least know he's not going to want to drag himself away if this does turn into more, so he sighs gives a quick kiss to the bridge of Husk's nose before sitting up and collecting Nuggs.]

Just a second.

[Hellpig secured under one arm, food and water dish in another two, aaaand he scoops up Nugg's bed along the way. It doesn't take too long to make things comfy, and he gives his baby several parting kisses before closing him in.]

Where were we?

[bartenderbitch]

[The little "mrrp" of a noise is his response as the bridge of his nose is kissed, scrunching it up for just a moment while he watches Angel go about securing the bag hellpig to protect his innocence. It's a little impressive remembering all of those arms exist and he's quite content to sit and just admire while waiting.

Once he returns, he merely grins and tries to tug him back down onto the bed with him, tail immediately wrapping around his waist.]

I think right about here, unless you had other ideas? [He'll gladly leave that open ended for once, being he's getting exactly what he wants by pressing himself against the spider with low grumbly purrs.]

[harderdaddy]

[Shit, he really is a cat, ain't he? Angel smiles, reaching to scritch Husk's ears with coy cant of his head.]

Here's cozy... [But obviously the Angel Dust might have other ideas in mind.] Ain't exactly what I pictured when imagining ya finally cavin' in.

[bartenderbitch]

[It's almost as if he has always been a cat, despite his annoyances of being called as such time and time again, especially when he's headbutting into the scritching.]

Mm? And what did you picture when I finally caved in? [Husk's pretty sure he knows exactly where that line of questioning is going to end up, but he certainly can't help but be curious about it. Especially when he might not really mind filing in those holes if he's feeling up to it.] Do indulge the curiosity of an old man.

[harderdaddy]

[Fuck, how dare this grump be so damn cute. Angel worries an ear between his fingers the way he knows Nuggs loves.]

A lot less clothes, for one thing... [A second set of fingers reaching to steal that hat away like that was what he was talking about. Though it is nice to get a look at him without it. He sets it on his own head to model cheekily.]

[bartenderbitch]

[Could he purr any louder than he already is? Nah, not at all, but it doesn't stop him from trying with such simple and easy contact.]

It's not like I wear a lot of clothes to begin with. [He can't help but tease him in turn, even while rolling his eyes at the little display with a not even hidden grin.] Wouldn't say that kind of hat really fits your style, but... [He shifts to steal a kiss just because he can.] Ya look cute.

[harderdaddy]

It's true, ya might be showin' more skin than I do on a daily bases. [Angel teases, grinning and leaning in to deepen that kiss, fingers easing Husk's suspenders off his shoulders.]

I always look cute.

[bartenderbitch]

Least I'm covered in fur. [Oh, he's not at all against any of that, especially as he's very content to match him in this regard. And perhaps being a little cheeky and nipping at his lower lip when he pulls away to talk again.]

Did I say you didn't? [Of course not, especially while he's distracting himself by working on those damned buttons of the blazer to get it off. Thankfully he's mostly not in a hurry, but he sure is remembering how claws and buttons aren't exactly the best of friends.] Baby~ [Nor does it stop him from a light whine.]

[harderdaddy]

Mmm, why bother with the pants then?~ Hmm?

[There's a reason so many of his films feature Angel's clothes getting torn right off of him. Hell doesn't really make a lot of sinners who can handle buttons without getting impatient.] Lemme- [He pops the remaining buttons for him with hurried fingers working in tandem.]

[bartenderbitch]

Because not all of me is covered in fur?

[He could deal with the buttons if he just retracted his claws, but he's not about to do that when he's pretty sure he'll have a good use for them here in due time. Especially when it means he can lightly dig his fingers into the fluff of his body and scratch against his skin from waist up to his chest.]

Just wanna... [His voice trails off for a moment, not finishing that sentence while he decides it's as good a time as ever to bury his face into his neck to nose past fur and tease teeth against skin instead. It's probably a safe bet to assume what the rest of that sentence was meant to be.]

[harderdaddy]

Ohh. That right, Pussycat? [Angel's head cants impishly, shrugging the blazer off and biting at his lower lip as he feels the sting of those claws.

His lips part to try and tease the rest out of him, but actions really do speak louder than words, breath catching with welcoming whine, chin lifting to expose more of that long neck.]

Harder, Husky, lemme feel 'em~

[bartenderbitch]

Would make life difficult as fuck if it weren't. [He grumbles against him, figuring that should be simple enough for him to understand. His crotch being covered in fur sounds like an absolute nightmare, if you asked him.

Luckily he doesn't see the point in continuing to talk as he'd been looking for that permission and the purring switches to something of a more grumbling growl before he quickly sinks those teeth into his neck and claws digging just deep enough to draw a bit of blood but nothing flowing just yet. He knows they can handle a lot, sure, but he certainly wants to make sure it's pleasurable pain and not... just pain.]

[harderdaddy]

Least mosta your fur is dark. Ya know how hard it is keepin' this shit clean? [At least they aren't alone in their fur struggles.]

Fuuuuck. [Angel hisses out that curse like it's a release, his own claws laying a few light stripes down Husk's back as he holds him close.]

[bartenderbitch]

[It feels like almost an eternity he's been wanting to do that and he's taking his sweet time removing his teeth only to replace them with that rough tongue apologizing against each of the puncture marks. He shifts just a little to try and arch his back further into those claws, tail curling tighter around his waist.

Once he's mostly placated he backs up from his skin for just a moment to say something.]

Do whatever you want, baby, I don't mind the pain or the marks. [The dark fur does work out in his favor in this scenario specifically since, well, they won't really be able to see the marks underneath the dark fur. Though he's unable to stop nuzzling into him, teasing those teeth again between the crook of his neck and shoulder.]

Good?~

[harderdaddy]

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.]

[bartenderbitch]

'm sure.

[There's just something about it when it's him doing it that feels far more sensual to him than trying to absolutely fuck him up. Nor can the cat help trying to make sure he gets those claws as deep into his skin as possible, showing that evidently even like this he still got some of the contortion shenanigans they're known for. As for his tongue, well, he sure isn't a selfish lover at bare minimum.

Luckily he's totally good with rolling with the movement change and absolutely does not need to be told twice that he should continue what he's doing. Those teeth trying to find every bit of skin he can under fur and sinking in only to be followed by the apologetic little licks afterward. Maybe if he kept refreshing them every-so-often they'd stick? He's not sure, but certainly something he'll keep in the back of his mind for later.

His own claws are more potent than Angel's, sure, and he's quick to follow suit with those, digging the needle-like weapons into his skin and slowly pulling down.

... They might regret the cleanup of this later, but that's not remotely in the forefront of his mind.]

[harderdaddy]

Nnnn-

[Each ache and sting is a promise- however short term- that he's got Husk's signature written into his skin. Marks that show he's wanted, and weren't just about hurting him or owning him.

The ones he's leaving in exchange might not be as visible as the pink tinged fur, but they'll certainly be felt later.]

Husk- shit- tell me what ya want. I'll make whateva fantasy ya got come true, ya just gotta say it.