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[harderdaddy]

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

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[harderdaddy]

"Mmmm, good. I ain't great at that one. Nearly killed me. Still can't believe ya wouldn't let me play with you behind the counter," he says, hands moving to unfasten Husk's bowtie.

"You still want your dance? Or should we skip ahead?"

[bartenderbitch]

"What would it look like for us if someone found out that little secret, hm?" He certainly doesn't mind while he goes to unfasten his bowtie, tilting his head up so it's easier for Angel to get it undone.

"Up to you, though I do love seeing all of you. Especially in such a pretty little number and with that choker around your throat." Subtly letting everyone know he's his, in a way. Even if he's not that possessive, he can certainly act it and have a flare of it every-so-often, given he used to be an Overlord and all. "I'm letting you be in charge for what you do and don't want to give me since you were so good out there and stuck to the rules."

[harderdaddy]

"Guess someone would've had to tell the Lounge Supervisor I was bein' naughty." Isn't it convenient Angel happens to have an in. He loosens up Husk's collar once the tie is undone, fingers sliding over his throat.

"I do look pretty, don't I?" Angel smiles, and nudges Husk off so he can climb from the bed. He retrieves his polaroid camera and passes it off with a wink.

"Normally my VIPS have a fancy chair, but we can work with this," he teases, the gifted pole all ready set up, and music cued. "No big bad guard ta throw ya on your ass for touchin', neither."

[bartenderbitch]

"Who do they tell when it's the supervisor being naughty...?" He has no idea, probably the Admiral, but he's pretty certain there's no fucks to give at the end of the day. The whole damn ship is horny most of the time in his experience so what difference would it really make? Ugh, he shouldn't want to push into those fingers as badly as he does, huffing softly once he's nudging off of him and letting his tail slide off from around his waist.

"You always do," he replies just as quickly, catching the camera easily enough with a brow raised slowly. Oh, that's what he's up to. "I think this is more... intimate, anyway. These just gonna be for me?" He doesn't necessarily mind sharing, but he might as well play into the role while he has it. "I do wonder just how much that pole can take... Be a nice temperature difference, wouldn't it?" Between his own hot body and the inevitably cold metal, he thinks. But he's being mostly good and if he already has something set up, who is he to break that up? "Whenever you're ready~"

[harderdaddy]

"I think he gets to do whatever he wants. Perks a bein' the boss." At least in this fantasy. Angel will try his best not to get Husk in any real trouble, hard as it is to be good.

"All for you, babe," he swears, before arching his brow at that question. His fingers trace the length of the pole with a seductive smirk. "It can take a lot." But they'll come back to that once Angel gets them both a little more worked up.

Before the music starts he shrugs out of the sleeves of his outfit. There's a lot of floor work, Angel's eyes trained on Husk as he dances. There could have been a hundred people in the room and his focus would still be fixed solely on Husk, feeling himself up as he puts on a show.

[bartenderbitch]

"Mmm, guess that's right~ They don't like it, then they can leave." He's totally fine living in this fantasy of his, maybe one day he'll actually get to play that out properly. But, for now, they're confined to the restrictions of the here and now, unfortunately.

They'll absolutely come back to that later as Husk's mind is already thinking up a few different things for later, even while his attention is focused solely on Angel and everything he's doing. The camera isn't lost on him, it never has been, and despite swearing up and down he has no talent for this, he certainly is managing to find some absolutely flattering angles for his memory and for his own physical collection.

Even while he's somehow managing to do so while casually wiggling out of a good chunk of his clothing, leaving the demon only in his underwear that has had at least a nice upgrade from before into a much shorter cut that only seems to hide the necessities behind black fabric. Not that it particularly helps Husk when the short fur around most of his groin is white.

"I'd almost feel bad for touching such a pretty picture~" He manages to get out in a purred coo after the music stops, tail lightly swatting at the spot on the bed next to him. But he's being good for the time being.

[harderdaddy]

"Don't'cha wanna unwrap your present?" Angel hums back, crawling back across the bed to straddle Husk, borrowing elements of the lap dance he might've received in a different set up. "Someone all ready unwrapped mosta mine. But they left the best one just for me~" he says, a hand drifting down Husk's chest and rocking against him with a pleased grin.

[bartenderbitch]

"Of course I do~" His hands are immediately on his waist when he straddles his lap, one moving to find the ties of that corset to start undoing it without a second thought. His other remains at his hip for now and he's huffing out a laugh at the rest of the gift comment. But damn if he isn't shivering a bit under just a simple touch and biting back a low groan with just the rocking. "Wasting no time in getting that out, huh?" He doesn't mind, obviously, but it's just rude for him to be rocking against him like that while he's still technically dressed. "It's all ready and waiting for you, baby, just for you~"

[harderdaddy]

"Spoilin' me with all these gifts," Angel says, biting at his lip, riding the line between performance and reality so he doesn't ruin it by acting too fake. None of it's fake with Husk these days.

He rolls his hips with a soft sound, delaying gratification that little bit longer, before his fingers jump ahead to working his pants open.

[bartenderbitch]

"Hard not to spoil you when you're such a pretty little thing~" Little is subjective, obviously and while he doesn't appreciate fakeness on most levels, when it's something as playful as this and they're both into the nonsense of it all? He doesn't mind in the slightest, it's a game that he's quite happy to play while knowing each little reaction is genuine.

A low growl bubbles in the back of his throat with the rolling of his hips, shifting forward to tease and maybe slightly threaten those sharp teeth along his throat. "Gonna end up driving me crazy doing that," he murmurs against the fluff and skin, knowing he doesn't have to wait long once those fingers are moving, trying to push his hips up enough to get rid of the obnoxious clothing in their way and making certain to push up against him on purpose.

[harderdaddy]

True or not, 'little' makes Angel smile. He does enjoy feeling smaller than he is when given the opportunity, and he'll never turn down a compliment.

His breath quickens at the threat of those teeth. "Careful of the choker-" Fabric is pushed out of the way, tugged down Husk's hips enough that they had some room to work with, Angel giving Husk's eager cock a few strokes before he's moving to settle himself over it.

[bartenderbitch]

While height is certainly not going to win them any favors, he does love the thought that he can easily scoop this man up if he wants or needs to. It makes this sitting on his lap thing even more ridiculous, in hindsight, but he's more than happy to suspend disbelief while like this.

"Of course~" He manages to get out in a light purr, digging those teeth just enough to draw a few drops of blood but nothing excessive just yet. Especially once he's freed from the confines of the damn fabric and easily pushing into his hand with those strokes. Eager is certainly a word for it given the leaking he's already getting from simple contact, though he stills his hips once Angel's moving once more. "Hard to just sit back and let you do your thing, you know. Not when every inch of my body and mind wants more of you."

[harderdaddy]

Fuck knows when he did it, but Angel's prepped and slick, guiding Husk inside with a hushed groan as he seats himself firmly. "Nnn- how much more could ya want, Husky?" he breathes with a laugh.

[bartenderbitch]

Fuck knows when he did it, but he's not mad about it. Especially not when he absolutely adores feeling him like this and is trailing nails along his side and continuing to nip along his neck. "If I were a jealous man, I'd want you all to myself all the time." But he knows that he's not and he doesn't want to tie down a man that doesn't want that.

Maybe that's the real reason he ended up as a cat in Hell, always wandering around and fucking as he wanted with little a care about that whole monogamous bullshit. "Luckily I adore you just the way you are and the way we are." Not necessarily a lie as he'd tie him down in a heartbeat if he wanted for him to, but he's also fine remaining like this.