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[harderdaddy]

Angel nods with an amused grin, watching Husk and sitting up a little as he's presented that beautiful box. That alone is...a lot. He hesitates a moment before taking it, and opening it up he's left at a loss for words. His fingers trace over stones and he looks up at Husk like there's got to be some kind of catch.

Clients buy him gifts, Val showers him with them after things get rough, it's not like he doesn't have a host of expensive jewelry, but this feels...different.

"...It's beautiful," he breathes, finally finding his words, and he pulls it carefully free, holding it up to his neck to model it. "Do it up for me?"

[bartenderbitch]

The hesitation honestly doesn't surprise him at all, he knows the kind of shit Angel has been through and what his mind must be going through by being presented with something like this. Every single bit of it was wrong, of course, but Husk wasn't in any sort of place to be telling him what he should or shouldn't think. But the look he gives him is almost... heartbreaking in a way, that he would think there's a catch. He knows it's from the past, of course it was, but the thought is still there.

Relief is what he feels once he speaks again and picks it up, a smile crossing his lips and quickly nodding at the question. It looks absolutely gorgeous against him already, the colors. But he scoots to get himself behind him, fingers somehow managing to be deft enough to gingerly get the clasp and let it rest against his body. His hands slowly slide down his sides before he scoots to sit in front of him again to just admire the sight.

"It's... also got a unique little feature that it'll lead you to me if you want it to." If you want it to. He's almost embarrassed to admit to that, for how sappy it probably sounds.

[harderdaddy]

He admires the stones, his mind starting to associate red more with Husk now than Val with distance. It feels like carrying a piece of the Sinner with him.

He bends to kiss him, almost shy for Angel.
"How does it work?"

[bartenderbitch]

In his defense, his shade of red is very specific compared to Val's. The kiss earns a return one of his own, tail moving to lightly wrap around his waist again. The grip is tight but not overbearingly so, just to let him know that he's there.

"And spoil the magic of it? You'll have to see for yourself, baby. But it'll know when you're searching for me. I'm just... glad you like it and it looks beautiful on you. Ya lyublyu tyebya fsyem syertsem." [Is he going to explain that? Of course not.]

[harderdaddy]

"If I finally learn ta understand all that and it turns out you're speakin' gibberish ta fuck with me I'm gonna kick your ass," he teases fondly, but even just the inflection of those words makes his face hot.

"You're spoilin' me. I love it. Thank you."

[bartenderbitch]

"It'd be easier to fuck with you in English or Italian, wouldn't it? I promise you, it's not gibberish." Though he wouldn't necessarily turn down seeing how he'd kick his ass since he's pretty certain the only thing Angel has an advantage on is height. Especially while they're here.

Not that it stops him from stealing another kiss and resting his hands on Angel's hips. "You deserve that and the world, ain't no spoiling involved."

[harderdaddy]

"So what secrets are ya spillin', mm? Dirty talk? All the filthy things ya wanna do ta me while I'm wearin' nothin' but this pretty necklace?"

He smiles easily, resting a hand over one of Husk's. "You're too good ta me. Old softie."

[bartenderbitch]

Oh, he can't help the laugh with that, deciding to be an absolute ass and instead use that lovely Italian he has instead. "Or I could tell you like this and make certain you understand every. Single. Word. No need to use Russian when this does the same thing." Okay, perhaps he should stop fucking with him and just slips back into English, tugging him close and nuzzling into him.

"Stop that, nothing I'm doing isn't what you deserve. But I think we both deserve a nice bath instead, hm?" One day he knows Angel's going to figure out the words he's saying, so perhaps he should just push it off for as long as possible.

[harderdaddy]

"Mmmm, that's right. I wanna hear every filthy thought in that head of yours," Angel says with a grin, one that softens as he's pulled close.

"A bath sounds perfect," he agrees, pointedly not commenting on the rest, but he doesn't argue either, so it's progress.

[bartenderbitch]

"Every filthy thought in this old man's head? I certainly can't be that interesting for the great Angel Dust." He manages to get out in a snort, very clearly not taking a single second of that clearly.

What he does do, however, is unwrap himself from the spider to slide off the bed and pad into the bathroom to start getting the water ready at least. "It might take it a moment!" Especially since he might have hunted down a few things to make the bath a little more... special along with everything else. Because of course he did.

[harderdaddy]

It makes Angel laugh, and he rolls his eyes. "Well it's interestin' ta just plain Angel," he counters.

He lingers in the bed as Husk steps away to get things ready, trying to hold onto that warmth. "Ya wanna undress me yourself, or should I take care of that?" he calls back, finally pushing up onto his feet, humming to himself and acting out a few dance steps.

[bartenderbitch]

"You always gone by Angel?" Oh, of course he has to ask that question even while he's walking away like an absolute goober.

Luckily he's pretty quick to get things set-up, making sure that he's standing in the doorway to block it for the time being. But... he does enjoy watching him move even like this. "You gonna give me a show if you take care of it? I've heard some things but haven't been shown." Honestly, he's playing with him, teasing, but he certainly wouldn't say no...

[harderdaddy]

Almost any other time he's been asked that question, Angel remains cagey about his human name, or any other name he might've had before Angel. But Husk is gone before Angel can offer it up, and he just laughs.

A dark brow arches playfully, and Angel's posture shifts. "Have I neglected ta parta the experience? How rude. Lemme fix that for ya, babe," he says, humming a tune to try and set the right mood as he starts slowly peeling away his layers.

[bartenderbitch]

Maybe he'll ask again later when they're not being absolutely ridiculous, or maybe he'll leave it be since he's certain he'll get asked that same question if he does. Not that he's... told anyone his human name other than one person thus far and only because he was poked and prodded about it.

"More that I haven't gotten a chance to ask in private yet," he muses in turn, though he's quite the attentive audience. His tail is slowly swaying behind him as he leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. There's nothing Angel could do right now that wouldn't light some sort of fire in him, but it's nice to see everything he can about the young man.

Especially since this one is specifically for him right now. "You're so fucking gorgeous, you know."

[harderdaddy]

It's a slow little strip tease, nothing particularly fancy, but Angel holds Husk's gaze like he's the only one in the world.

"An' I'm all yours," he says, fully bare as he folds himself in two, caressing his boots and after a flicker of hesitation, starting to undo them.

[bartenderbitch]

It doesn't have to be anything fancy to entirely have his attention, especially while he's looking at him like that. How he's still dressed, but luckily it's just a pair of lounge pants, is anyone's guess.

He's about to respond until he sees that he's actually moving to undo his boots, head tilting somewhat and ears flicking forward. "Do you want me to look? I don't... have to, if you don't want me to." He doesn't want to make him uncomfortable, especially not after all of this. If Angel wants him to see them, then that's fine, but he's not about to make it seem like an obligation. "It's always your choice, baby."

[harderdaddy]

"You can look," he assures, though he still looks...wary. He doesn't expect a good reaction. Husk won't scream in horror or anything, he's kinder than that, but he knows they're off putting.

Stepping out of the first one, his little spider toe pads hit the floor, and Angel tries not to look as vulnerable as he feels, unzipping the second one.

[bartenderbitch]

Really, he's not sure why he's wary about it, there's nothing about him that he couldn't find some good in. But, admittedly, he's really curious as to why he's so shy about them.

But once he gets one out he's looking and merely laughing, though the sound is bright and not at all mocking. "The way you acted about them I thought they'd be horrifyin' or something, they're absolutely adorable." He's certainly not lying about it, either, given the way his tail is practically wagging at this point. "I literally have paws, what were you worried about?"

[harderdaddy]

Clearly the self doubt about them runs deep considering how fiercely Angel typically keeps them hidden. And given the shy but tentatively hopeful look on his face at Husk's words- those doubts were placed there by an outside source.

"The paws are cute," he argues with a fond smile, bare now, apart from his pretty new necklace. "...you really don't mind 'em?"

[bartenderbitch]

It takes him no guesses to know exactly who would have put those doubts there, especially since he... doesn't see why someone would find them disgusting or anything other than cute.

For as much as he was going to bar the bathroom, he's easily breaking the distance between them, arms tight around his waist and quickly stealing a kiss. "There's nothing about you I don't like, got it? You're fucking perfect as far as what I think." Fuck Valentino or whoever else enforced that bullshit, actually.

"... You wanna help me out of these pants and then we can get that bath?" Because, dammit, he's going to pamper this man whether he likes it or not.

[harderdaddy]

This isn't at all the way his little striptease was supposed to go, but these tender interludes make his heart flutter harder than some of the kinkiest workouts he's been put through. The spider laughs, and it's hard not to believe him when Husk speaks so earnestly, even if the both of them know damn well Angel's not perfect.

"Can I get that in writing?" he laughs, something he can whip out the next time he frustrates the other sinner.

His lower hands make quick work of opening those pants without even lookin, taking the time to steal another kiss. "You're gonna fuck me after all this, right?"

[bartenderbitch]

Exactly the way he planned it all along, obviously. He'd argue time and time again with him that he does think he's perfect just like this, Heaven and Hell be damned, but for the time being he's feeling more... chill about it. Far more perfect than he is, after all.

"Ask me later and maybe," he huffs out, unable to hide the amusement in his voice. He'll get frustrated again at some point, of course, but that's... normal, isn't it?

Luckily he's learned that there's no point in bothering with any sort of underwear while he's lounging in here and casually steps out of them and not letting him steal that kiss as he catches him to make it last just a little longer. "Might defeat the purpose of a bath, but..." He trails off, letting one of the hands at his waist slide down to tease just above his crotch. "If that's what you want, I can make an exception." It's not like they couldn't just have a shower afterward, anyway. Without another word he's actually moving to scoop this ridiculous man up into his arms bridal style and head into the bathroom.

Once there it's... a little dark at first but it's easy enough to get used to the candlelight instead and the scent of something that's more akin to lavender and sage. "Thought maybe a lil somethin' extra was needed?" He's not even sure, but he's quite glad for his own eyesight being great in the dark.

[harderdaddy]

Clinging to him with a laugh, Angel enjoys being carried around more than he cares to admit. Such a casual show of strength and caring.

His smaller eyes blink open, trying to see better while his main eyes adjust, and his gaze softens in surprise. "Better hope I don't get used ta this, or I'm gonna demand this kinda pamperin' every night."

[bartenderbitch]

Evidently he's quite fond of it, too, given the purring and the fact he's more than happy for him to cling like that. Husk obviously doesn't have the height advantage, so he has to remind him every-so-often of what advantage he does have.

"I wouldn't say no to it being demanded, but only 'cause it's you." It would be a joke in most contexts, but he seems... serious about it, especially given he's shifting him just enough to kiss at his jawline before gently setting the ridiculous spider in the water that he's hoping is still warm at this point. But once he does that he's wiggling around to get in after him, even if the adjustment of limbs is going to be a little ridiculous for them and he's quite content to instead tuck himself against Angel in this moment.

[harderdaddy]

"Heh, you're all caught up in my web."
The cat's down bad and so is Angel.

The water is warm and pleasant, even if it does deflate their fur, at least it's a shared experience, and Angel lets himself relax.