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From:

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.]

From:

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~

From:

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.]

From:

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.]

From:

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?~

From:

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.]

From:

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.]

From:

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.

From:

bartenderbitch

[If he were perfectly honest, he could do this forever, continuing to make sure that his marks were there, that everyone would know how much he'd wanted this ridiculous man. It's intoxicating in a way he can't remember ever having dealt with before and to have that reciprocated feels like absolute bliss.

How Angel is still coherent, he hasn't the foggiest, but he finishes licking one of the newer bites to look up at him properly, eyes looking particularly cat-like with how blown out those pupils are. It's not something he can control, but he's certainly enjoying himself even with how stained the white fur of his face clearly already is.]

Mmm? [Give him a moment to find where coherency is, it's quite difficult.] Baby, I already have what I want right here. I want you right now, that's all. [Does he want more? Absolutely. But he's also fine with marking and, in a weird twisted sort of way in his brain, making certain that he's not going anywhere.] What do you want? [It's not entirely about him, it's an entirely two person thing and he's not about to let him think that what he wants doesn't matter.]

From:

harderdaddy

[Shit, look at him. He looks crazed, (in the best way possible), and an absolute mess with that stained muzzle. It makes Angel laugh and try to twist to see just how chewed up he is, and he pauses to steal a kiss, tasting that blood and adding some matching stains round his own mouth.

He flushes at the answer, thinking it sounds like something out one of his favourite Hell-a-Novellas, not the sort of line usually fed to him.]

Right this second I'm kinda wishin' your teeth were made a angelic steel so these would scar. [And later he might be wishing inmate bathrooms came with showers.] I want make those wings flap, Daddy. Like I said before. Wanna see how well the porn critic performs. [All recent call backs to Angel, but maybe Husk remembers that day as clearly as Angel does.]

From:

bartenderbitch

[Absolutely crazed but absolutely entirely obsessed with this man right at this moment, something he wouldn't change for the world. The kiss is only a tiny bit surprising, but he's grinning to himself once he sees the stains from his own mouth, it's such a lovely sight to see that fur stained so easily and knowing it's because of him.

But god he shouldn't be laughing at what he's saying, stealing a kiss again in turn. Oh he absolutely remembers every single one of those lines and it's sobering in a pleasant sort of way.]

Then I think we're both a little overdressed right now still. [And he honestly hadn't thought much about it until this moment and how uncomfortable still being dressed is.] I also wouldn't mind having to keep refreshing those bites to make them stick~ [Impossible right now, but who knows what they might be able to accomplish here, even while he's huffing at the fact he'd have to remove his claws from his side and not really wanting to do so.]

Gotta remove my claws to get all this off, though... [As if the suspenders aren't already off his shoulders and he can't just mostly wriggle out of the pants and underwear in turn.]

From:

harderdaddy

Heh~ Never been accused a that before. [Angel laughs, and gives a low hum of a approval to the idea of touching the bites up.]

Lemme-

[Eventually those claws are going to need to come out, but Angel can help keep them in place for at least a little while more. His third set of arms shift out and work open those pants for him, taking a moment to carefully fish his tail out before pushing them and the underwear further down Husk's hips.

His skirt's easier to just push up, nothing beneath it to get in the way.]

Dick in or out? [A confusing question maybe, but Angel's been shown off thorough out hell often enough that it's not exactly a surprise. More people probably know his dick's retractable than know about his third set of arm.]

From:

bartenderbitch

First time for everything. [It's not as if they'd both planned this or anything, after all. It just... sort of happened. Not that he's mad about it in the slightest and he's at least wiggling around enough to help get everything off and the low purring returns once he feels the air against him, his cock quite happy to be freed of the confines of fabric at bare minimum.

For a moment his brain stalls at the question until it finally clicks, right, right. He'd almost forgotten and he's leaning down to kiss along his jawline and pause at his ear.] Out~ When I say I want all of you, I meant it. [He may have a few ideas in mind other than just getting around to the obvious at the moment, they have time and he's keen to use every second of it.

Even while he finally removes his claws from his skin, casually running his hands along the same spot and not seeming to be bothered by the blood smearing his hands or anything.]

From:

harderdaddy

Clearly.

[Husk's cock only gets to enjoy the air for a moment before one of Angel's many hands is on it. The fur on his hands is short and velvety, stroking him loosely just to get a feel for him. He's been with cat sinners before, the barbs aren't a surprise.]

Fuck, Husky. Ya talk like something outta a romance.

[That rattling sound makes itself known again, a sigh that Angel is quite enjoying being wooed. His lower arms tuck away, and that dick appears as if it's always been there, bands of striping like the ones on his arms, and a fine peach fuzz- the least amount of fur he has.]

From:

bartenderbitch

[At least someone isn't surprised by all of that, it's nice to feel... normal? about it. The purring only ramps in intensity as his hand wraps around it, hips rocking into the feeling without him thinking much of it.]

It's just the truth, ain't that hard. [Has he always been a weird romantic at heart? Who's to say, maybe it just comes naturally to him. One of his own hands slides down Angel's side and waist to trace a claw lightly along the underside of his dick before retracting his claws entirely to wrap his hand loosely around him. It's probably a little different given the ridiculous paw pads nonsense, but he's trying his best.

He noses back into his neck for a moment, tongue lazily running over the skin to accentuate a point.] You ever had one of these wrapped around you? [He's just curious, clearly and absolutely not teasing, of course not.]

From:

harderdaddy

[Paw pads or not, it still feels good, that teasing brush of that claw making Angel shiver as he basks in those words.

Surprisingly, Angel shakes his head. There's not a lot he can answer no to, but his films or his clients generally don't bother much, leaving him almost sure he's never had a cat sinner indulge. There's plenty of time he's misplaced over the years, but far as he remembers that is a first he can offer to Husk. And given how good it feels against his throat he can only imagine how that drag will feel, the pleasant ache...]

Only up here. [Angel gestures to his temple with a smirk, wondering how his imagination might compare to the real thing.]

From:

bartenderbitch

[There is so very little he doesn't absolutely adore about this man and it's certainly showing with just how intent he is on continuing to touch him in any way he possibly can. Though he is honestly surprised that he never has.

Something new? Something new that he can do for him? He licks his neck again with another graze of teeth before shifting to press one of his fingertips against the tip of his dick with a grin.]

Gotta let me go for a minute, then~ Because that's just fuckin' rude that you've never had that chance. [He sure the fuck isn't going to let him go without that for much longer, especially since, as far as he's concerned, it should be illegal to not worship him right about now.] Maybe not as experienced as most in that regard, but... [He's good enough, if you ask him.]

From:

harderdaddy

[It's shocking, right? Angel's never been exactly ashamed of the work he does. Sure, he might over sell his pride sometimes, but he's good at what he does. Still, having something new to share with Husk feels special.

He groans, reluctant to release Husk, cheeks hot with that praise as he peels his fingers off.]

Lucky for you, I can't suck my own dick, so ya ain't up against the champ~

From:

bartenderbitch

[Anything he can do for him that he hasn't had the chance to experience is more than enough for him, especially since he's very keen on making sure Angel gets what he should have had despite... everything.

He can't help a soft laugh at the groan or the words, stealing a quick kiss as he slides down him to rest on his elbows at crotch level.]

Honestly surprised you haven't found a way to do that, but that'd make you too deadly, right? [Not that it stops him from being a bit of an ass and moving his hand back to the base of his dick and replacing the pressure on the tip with a slow pull of his tongue over it.]

From:

harderdaddy

Prolly could ta be honest, but that's the sorta trick they'd have me doin' all the time, so I never tried ta find out.

[That and far too deadly, clearly. Though Husk is seeming pretty deadly himself. The rough tongue on such a sensitive area draws a bracing breath, but it's more pleasure than pain.]

Shit, Husky, you ain't bad at all.

From:

bartenderbitch

[The response is a slow chuckle, looking back up at him for a moment just to talk a little. The longer he draws this out, the better, so he has decided.]

I might've learned a trick or two while I was alive, you know. [People were into the whole silver fox thing and who was he to turn down show girls and boys alike when they were the easiest to pick up for a bit of fun?] Might've learned some things in Hell, too, but you know. [It doesn't particularly matter, is what he's saying.

Especially while he's leaning back down to taking just the tip in his mouth for now, tongue curling around him and purring just to see what that does. While he absolutely hates the whole cat shit, he knows he's got a built in vibration mood if he wants.]

From:

harderdaddy

[Fuck, even his laugh is hot. How can a laugh turn him on?? Angel shifts, pushing so he's leaning back on his upper set of elbows, better able to watch Husk's face. His attempts to picture the man in his human body don't conjure anything that feels quite so perfect as he is to him now.]

Heh~ I learned all my tricks down here. [A tease, but also a truthful admission, Angel's breath hiccupping in surprise at the sensation of that purr, and cock giving a little jump of its own. Well shit, that's handy~ He reaches own of his lower hands to scritch and worry at one of Husk's ears, very incentivized to keep that motor running.]

From:

bartenderbitch

[Some people might say that love has something to do with that, even if that's an entire topic that might not be quite as on the table as they might think right now. But he's quite happy to let him watch the little show, tail uncurling from his waist for now to instead slap at the bed just a bit.

It is interesting to know that he learned everything down below, though not entirely out of place, if he had guessed properly at when Angel had ended up in Hell, things were... different back then, he knows that for a fact.

The ear scritching and worrying is a very welcomed addition and he shifts just enough to headbump into his hand before shifting to slowly take in the rest, tongue laid flat against the underside of his cock. His hind, meanwhile, moves to rake claws against one of Angel's inner thighs, being none too gentle about it as that boat has long since sailed.]

From:

harderdaddy

[Some people might, but that's a very scary topic. Sex is so much easier. Angel's eyes flick to that tail and starts to laugh, though it's quickly swallowed up by a groan.

He would've bet good money when he first met Husk the guy wouldn't know the first thing about sucking a guy off, but he's happy to admit he was wrong~

Gritting his teeth, Angel's cry is pained, but grateful, even as his body flinches to try and escape the sharp sting.]

Gonna be painted red by the time you're done with me, fuck. [Angel pants out a laugh and pushes Husk fur back from his face, smiling at the streaks that the hat normal hide away.]

From:

bartenderbitch

[It's absolutely so much simpler this way, even if some people might be liars if they ever said it was just sex. There's a smug satisfaction in knowing that he shut him up that quickly, the purring merely ramping up with his approval of it all. Nor would he have denied the accusations about not knowing what he was doing just because it was easier than admitting he had more experience in this field than anyone might have expected.

But god does he love hearing his reactions to what he's doing and, if he were honest, he'd be happy just doing things to him to hear those lovely noises and not even worry about himself. Not that he doesn't startle a little while he pushes that fur from his face, a brow raising in question both to the action and if he wants him to paint him red or lay off of the violent act.

Not that it at all is stopping him from taking his sweet time to actually do anything, quite content to just lazily take what he can with his tongue and the purring. He could move, he guesses, but he might be the faintest bit curious to see how long Angel can be patient with this.]