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[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.]

[bartenderbitch]

[It's not often he gets put into this sort of position and even less so when he's having to be good and not allowed to touch. The kiss at his jaw at least gets him to remove his arm from his face, whining lightly at the spider above him.]

What a merciful goddess you are~ [Doesn't stop him from teasing him, though. Especially when his tail is released and he lets it flop onto the bed next to him and immediately bucks into that hand with a pitiful moan for his poor neglected dick.]

[harderdaddy]

Damn straight, Kitty~ [Angel steals a proper kiss, and then sits up again to lower himself down onto his cock until he's seated flush against those hips, a hot puff of air pushed from his lungs. Lifting himself, he can feel the drag of those barbs, but not so harsh that they do any damage.] Better? [He flashes Husk a toothy grin, leaning over him and sliding his top pair of hands up Husk's arms, twinning their fingers with a smirk as he grinds.]

[bartenderbitch]

[A lovely proper kiss and he's eagerly returning it with a purr bubbling in his chest, he's so absolutely lost with how much he adores him right now that it takes him a moment to notice the warmth and squeeze around his cock. He takes a deep breath to keep himself calm, body shuddering with the entire feeling of finally getting what he'd been wanting from the very beginning. As he lifts himself again the feeling of those barbs dragging along him earns an extremely pleased groan, somehow managing to keep his hips on the bed instead of trying to buck to get more of that feeling.] Much. [He manages to get out in a hiss, immediately clinging to those hands to have something to hold onto.] Ya lyublyu tyebya~ [Evidently someone has slipped back into his native tongue already, oops. And it's far safer for him to say something like "I love you" in a language Angel doesn't understand.]

[harderdaddy]

[Angel fucks himself slow and indulgently to start, a far cry from the punishing pace his films typically take. It's intimate, more intimate maybe than Angel intended, and his cheek heat as he looks into Husk's eyes, brow furrowing at the unfamiliar words.]

That betta be somethin' real dirty. [A tease, and Angel directs those hands back to his waist, allowing Husk to touch again.]

[bartenderbitch]

[Slow and indulgent is absolutely far more intimate than Husk was expecting after everything, but it's... nice, extremely nice. They have all the time in the world, after all, and he's more than fine with savoring this experience. A slow grin crawls to his lips at the brow furrowing, he could tell him what he said, but he's not sure if that's the best of ideas.]

Maybe, maybe not~ [He can tease in kind and as soon as those hands are back to his waist, he's running them from waist to hips and back up against, very pointedly not using his claws as he does so. This is... softer and he's keen on keeping it as such until and unless Angel decides otherwise.] Don't be too surprised if I slip back into my other native tongue, hm?~

[harderdaddy]

Heh, gonna hafta learn some Russian, ain't fair you're the only one that knows what I'm sayin' if I start babblin' in Italian. Fuck, Husky- ya feel so good. Why ain't we been doin' this the whole time, ya dummy. [Angel rambles fondly as he finds a rhythm.] Così buono, mio ​​bellissimo gattino~ [He chuckles.] M'outta practice.

[bartenderbitch]

It's not an easy language to learn, dorogoy~ [He does enjoy his babbling in Italian at the bare minimum, especially when it's clearly just fond babbling and he's biting back a laugh before trying to follow his rhythm with his hips just to make sure they can get something going like this.] Didn't give me a chance with you going out and dying like that. [His ears push forward at the Italian, purring not at all hidden while squeezing his waist fondly.] Sei tu quella bellissima, tesoro~ [Two can play this game, of course.] Then you should practice more, mm?

[harderdaddy]

Dorogoy~ [Angel tries, but his accent doesn't really lend itself well to Russian.]

Ah, fuck, ya sound so good. Feel so good. It ain't fair. [He laughs and sits up so he can feel the full length of him, sighing as he does.] Per favore- mio Coccolone~