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[harderdaddy]

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

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[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~

[bartenderbitch]

[He's trying and that earns him a lot of points, but it does not stop him from laughing at how badly the accent works for Russian specifically.] You tried, bonus for it.

Is that so?~ [Angel has no business being this gorgeous like this, neither, but he's quite intent on seeing such a pretty picture that he can put his hands on.] I'd say it's not fair how absolutely lovely you are, so fair's fair, isn't it? [But damn does he ever love hearing him speak like this, lightly dragging his claws against skin through fur from his sides just under ribs down to his waist.] Unless you want me to pin you to the bed, I can't do much but meet you in the middle, baby~

[harderdaddy]

Ha- well there ain't nothin' I can do about that one. You're just gonna hafta live with havin' hell's hottest whore on your dick.

That. [Angel agrees quickly. He wants that. And Husk knew he was a demanding little power bottom long before now, so he's going to have to get used to being ordered about.] I want that.

[bartenderbitch]

Think I'd call you a treasure instead of a whore, but you know that. [He's going to heap all the praise on him whether he likes it or not, dammit!

Though he's a tiny bit surprised by him actually wanting that, eyes widening somewhat before those pupils are dilating rather ridiculously. That... that is evidently a good button he managed to push and he is absolutely aware of being involved with a demanding power bottom. He pauses for only a second before he's taking a moment where Angel's just barely on his dick so he can use his weight to push the spider down on his back, hands grabbing for his wrists (of one set of arms at least) to pin above his head in turn.]

Who's gonna be the good boy now, hm?~

[harderdaddy]

[Angel rolls his eyes, but his smile grows. He's not ashamed of being a whore, but he does like Husk's insistence on calling him some sort of treasure.

He laughs in surprise as Husk flips their positions, offering some play resistance before letting his wrists lay still over his head. His other set of arms isn't so obedient, nails raking through the fur on Husk's back.]

Gonna hafta make</i, Husky~