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Text | Voice | Video | Action What are yah stupid? You know what ta do. kisses~

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[harderdaddy]

[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.]

[bartenderbitch]

[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.]

[harderdaddy]

[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).]

[bartenderbitch]

[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.]

[harderdaddy]

[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.

[bartenderbitch]

[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.]

[harderdaddy]

[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.]

[bartenderbitch]

[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.]

[harderdaddy]

[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-

[bartenderbitch]

[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.]

[harderdaddy]

[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.]

[bartenderbitch]

[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.]

[harderdaddy]

[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.]

[bartenderbitch]

[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.

[harderdaddy]

[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.]

[bartenderbitch]

[How difficult it is for him to remain good while being so clearly teased by that thigh, hips trying to shift to get more of that pressure while he bites back a groan. He would have been perfectly fine being left like this, it wouldn't be the first time, but the attention is clearly appreciated.]

Tongue wasn't too rough on ya or anything? [Even now he's still more concerned about him than his own self, quickly stealing another kiss just because he can.] ... You know, just in case it happens again. [Hopes it happens again, anyway.]

[harderdaddy]

[Tsk, like Angel could possibly commit such a crime as leaving someone hard and wanting on his watch.]

It was perfect. [And fuck, it better happen again. But if it is just a one time deal, he's going to make the most of it.] We ain't done though. I still gotta make those wings a yours flap.

[bartenderbitch]

[Unfortunately, he's used to being left hard and wanting, so it wouldn't have really been anything new for him.]

Good~ [Honestly, he's glad to know that he had done just as was needed for him and wasn't too rough with him. And he truly hopes it isn't a one time thing, either, but he's... also fine if it is. He bites back a laugh, of course he'd use that fucking line.]

Take the reins then, baby, I'm curious to know what you got in store.

[harderdaddy]

[Grinning sharply, Angel rolls them over so Husk is flat on his back, grinding against him and slowly guiding Husk's wrists to lay back over his head.]

No touchin'~ [He breathes the warning with a smirk as he climbs off of him and the bed, finally slipping out of the skirt and fetching a bottle of lube from the side table. Climbing back over him, Angel stoops for a kiss as he works the bottle open, coating his fingers liberally and bypassing Husk's cock in favour of starting to work those fingers into himself. The vanity mirror happens to give an excellent view, as though Angel's purposefully placed Husk so he can see what he's doing.]

[bartenderbitch]

[When he said take the reins, he hadn't expected to be rolled onto his back, eyes wide as he yelps in surprise. He slowly calms once he realizes what's going on, immediately trying to roll his hips into the grinding and allows his hands to be guided over his head. No touching? He's certain he can do that, given the grin in turn.] Noted~ I'll be good. [Probably.

His attention is entirely focused on Angel as he watches him move, tail thumping against the bed in anticipation. And such a lovely view he gets for that brief moment, happily trying to lean up into the kiss once he's back on him, purring vibrating through his chest.

But the lack of attention on his cock is... surprising? Until he realizes the mirror and what he's doing, attention immediately fixed on the mirror and tongue wetting his lips while enjoying the show that's clearly being put on for him.]

How are you this fucking gorgeous at everything you do? [This man is so entirely smitten that it's almost pathetic.]

[harderdaddy]

Natural talent~ [Angel says with an easy smirk, only partial true. There's a lot of practice that goes into making it all look this easy. He purposefully keeps his hips just out of reach, even as he indulges in a few heated kisses, rocking against the air as his fingers work deeper. He knows exactly what he's doing, working Husk up without having to lay a hand on him, waiting to see if he can really keep those paws to himself.] You think that's enough?

[bartenderbitch]

[Even if he was the worst performer in the world, he'd still find him absolutely gorgeous, to be perfectly fair. Though it's such rude torture to keep himself out of reach, Husk trying to find a way to push his hips towards something solid with a frustrated little huff once he realizes that won't get him anywhere. It's a lovely show and he'd be content to watch if he wasn't already so painfully hard from before.]

Do you think it's enough? [He'll turn that on him instead while his tail tries to go and wrap around his waist, he said no touching, but clearly his tail isn't his paws.]

[harderdaddy]

[Oh, he sees Husk try, ass raising higher with a pointed grin.]

Ahh- [He warns- and much as he wants to keep that tail where it is, he unwinds it from his waist and coils it few times round a spare arm, not prepared to give Husk any sneaky leverage.] Maybe not. I dunno if you're ready. Are you sure ya want it?~

[bartenderbitch]

[How rude! He actually pouts up at him as his tail is removed from his waist and instead having to be content with being around one of his arms, ugh. But he can see what he's up to and he groans, putting one of his forearms over his eyes, even if his cheeks and the tips of his ears are red.]

You ain't about to make me beg, are ya? Not when I'm this riled up? That's just cruel, baby.

[harderdaddy]

[Fuck it's cute. Angel beams at those glimpses of red, kissing at Husk's jaw with a fond laugh.]

I was thinkin' 'bout it. But I can be nice this one time.

[He releases Husk's tail, withdrawing his fingers and dropping them to give Husk's cock a few good firm strokes to spread the remaining lube over it.]