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Angel had taken the time to set the scene before he had left for the SeXXXies awards ceremony. His curtains were pulled against the inevitable slivers of sunlight that would come with the morning. He had every intention of keeping Husk in his room until then. He had put on his prettiest sheets and turned the covers down. The neon hearts around his bed were left on, bringing twinkles of fuchsia light to the room. He’d sprinkled the sheets with his favorite scent, left the lube, a towel, and the toy he planned to use on the nightstand.
He said a little thank you to having renegotiated terms with Valentino that allowed him to remove the TV and recording devices from his bedroom. It might have been an economic mistake to discontinue the show of “Angel Dust at Rest” but finally he could get some sleep without pervs watching him; he could take someone he actually cared about to bed without Valentino finding out and hurting him. He had wanted to be in his own room because he was nervous about tonight, nervous about their first time together, nervous like it was still the 1930s and he was meeting up with strangers so filled with fear he could barely get it up.
Being in his own space gave him a sense of control. He’d even evicted Fat Nuggets, taking him to Husk’s room since Husk had watched the pig many times. Nuggs liked Husk and it wasn’t like Husk would be in his room unless things went very very wrong. He made sure his beloved hell pig had his favorite beds, toys and extra snacks for displacing him.
The awards had gone well. He’d left his trophies on Husk’s bar for Pentious to see in the morning since he’d bet Angel wouldn’t win more than one – aggressively average body, Angel’s ass. But now as they tiptoed toward Angel’s room – since the hotel was quiet and everyone was probably asleep at this hour - nerves made Angel their bitch. Angel had no problems fucking strangers, screwing hosts of sinners on set, doing Val and Vox whenever and wherever they wanted but with Husk this wasn’t a game. He needed it to mean something.
Husk covered his hand on the doorknob to Angel’s room. “You’re shaking.”
“I’m nervous,” Angel whispered. “I know it’s stupid but I am a dummy, right?”
Husk shook his head. “Please, stop saying that. You are not stupid and guess what, I’m nervous too.”
Angel’s heart thundered in the cage of his ribs and he opened his door. The pretty little hearts around his bed gleamed. Husk smiled seeing them.
“Can I kiss you?” Angel was so used to partners not wanting that because he meant nothing to them, just a couple of holes to entertain themselves with. Husk nodded and Angel leaned down, brushing his lips to Husk’s light as a dove’s wing.
“Sweet,” Husk whispered, tracing Angel’s jaw line with a claw.
“This has been a perfect night,” Angel said. “I won awards. We danced and who knew you had such grace?”
Husk smirked. “I did.”
Angel laughed. “I want you here with me tonight but…I don’t want to push you or cross your boundaries. I sort of forced you into coming to the awards tonight and you were a good sport about it.”
“Angel, I wanted to go. I wouldn’t have gone no matter what if I hadn’t.”
“I just…I want this to go right and I’m making such a big deal about it, it might not. I know I want to see if you have that same grace when we’re dancing in the sheets but we haven’t even talked over what we want.”
“For one, we sort of did in the limo. And secondly, you and I aren’t from a generation that did that, so I wasn’t expecting to.” Husk stroked Angel’s hair back. “But since you brought it up, I want you to lead because you’re the one who always get used. Tell me what you’re comfortable with.”
Angel nodded. They had tabled anything too wild and crazy for this time and Husk had asked in the limo if Angel was willing to top as well as bottom. The idea he’d get to be the one inside Husk had been in the back of his mind the whole night and even the mere thought of it had him so hard right now his panties were straining to contain him.
“I worried about these.” Angel circled a finger over Husk’s impressively long and sharp claws that looked like they could eviscerate a bitch if he wanted them too. “I’m not sure I’m ready for all that so I have a toy waiting we can use to get me ready.”
He nodded to the nightstand where his vibrating chain of golden stainless steel butt beads rested, their gemstone studded handle gleaming in the neon light. Husk grinned.
“Gotcha. I can handle that.”
Angel stepped closer, undoing Husk’s tie. “And I want to take your clothes off nice and slow and enjoy the view. I mean, you’ve seen me naked a hundred times.” Half of them when he was beaten senseless, dripping blood everywhere, hardly a sexy image unless Husk was more sadistic than Angel knew. “And I want to suck you.”
“And if I want to suck you too?” Husk circled his palm over Angel’s erection, his claws tinkling off the beaded dress.
“I’m good at working out height differences.” Angel laughed. “We can start there, play with the toy and if we both don’t want this too much and go too fast, I want you to fuck me. Hard. Give me a nibble or two but don’t break skin. I have to go back to work and we don’t want to leave me with anything Val will spot in a second, which is the last time I plan to bring up that fucker’s name.”
Husk nodded. Valentino was the elephant in the room. If he had any clue Husk had him biting a pillow, the hell to pay would be taken out of Angel’s hide literally.
“I like the sounds of this,” Husk said as Angel puzzled out the snaps in his pinstripe suit jacket’s back and sides that made it easy on and off for a man with wings.
Angel put the jacket over his vanity chair as Husk started undoing his shirt buttons ever so slowly. He grinned as Angel’s breathing sped up with each undone button. Angel tried to find the zipper in the back of his dress.
“Uh-uh.” Husk shook his head. “Leave that to me.”
He pulled off his shirt and let it fall to the floor before unzipping Angel. He slid the flapper dress down off Angel’s shoulders kissing along the path the dress took as it slid off him until Husk was kneeling behind Angel. He turned so he could look down at Husk, his pink markings beginning to glow.
Husk’s eyes widened. “I did not know you could do that!”
“You really don’t watch my movies.” Angel laughed. “Usually I can control it but when I’m super excited….”
“You’re beautiful.” Husk kissed Angel’s belly right on the glowing line that led down to the glowing pink pubes still hidden by his panties already damp with pre-cum. Husk took the red silk down and kissed the tip of Angel’s cock too. He sucked at the tip of it, making Angel’s legs tremble. Stepping back, he kicked out of his panties where they’d hung up on his heels.
“Trust me with your feet?” Husk asked.
He already had once tonight when they were dancing. Husk hadn’t been repulsed by his pink spider claws in the past. Angel stepped out of his heels and Husk did him the favor of not looking at his feet, respecting Angel’s dislike of them. Instead, he circled his tongue along the big vein standing out on Angel’s cock. Husk greedily let Angel’s shaft slide down his throat, burying his adorable little heart of a nose in Angel’s glowing pubic fuzz.
“Damn, Husk, you’re even better than I dreamed of,” Angel gasped, rubbing Husk behind his twitching ears. A purr rumbled in Husk’s throat and all around Angel’s cock. Husk’s eyes popped open at his involuntary reaction, one Angel knew he wasn’t fond of. “Don’t you dare stop purring now! Do you know how good that feels?”
Husk had to let Angel slip free because he couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Damn, I should have known you’d be greedy for every sensation.”
“Sensation play is one of my biggest kinks,” Angel promised him, taking Husk’s hand and pulling him up so he could get him out of his pants. At least he was used to working his way into pants with adaptations for tails.
Husk’s cock proudly stood up and away from his dark fur. No kitty barbs on it, which Angel was okay with. With his long, wicked tongue, Angel spiraled his way down the shaft from tip to base. Husk buried his claws in Angel’s thick hair, the tips of them working against his scalp. He glowed brighter.
“I think we’re both a little greedy now,” Husk muttered.
“We both can get what we want.”
Husk eyed him dubiously. “You always seem to forget how tall you are.”
“Tall but flexible. Don’t worry, babe, I can handle the height issue.”
Angel drew Husk onto the bed, giving him a moment to arrange his wings so they weren’t getting crushed. On their sides would be the easiest and he said so as he tossed the old towel to the foot of the bed for later. He put the butt beads and lube closer to hand before flipping over, giving Husk easy access to him, and gaining it for himself.
Nibbling Husk’s furry thigh, Angel worked his way back down to Husk’s cock all the while letting his many hands explore Husk’s body. They’d never have another first time and he wanted to make the most of this. Husk’s feathery eyebrows tickled Angel’s thighs as he took Angel back into his hot mouth.
God, those feathers! We’re so playing with his feather duster of a tail at least once tonight!
He’d never told Husk how spider demons could taste with their digits but he would, later. Husk’s fur tasted of whiskey and smoke and the subtle cologne he’d worn to the awards ceremony. All night Angel had worried about living up to all the awards he’d won for fucking on screen. In this moment as Husk’s tongue and lips worked him hard, Angel fully understood that it didn’t matter. Husk want Anthony not Angel Dust. He knew what he was getting into and all Angel had to do was let go and be himself.
He tickled his tongue under the head of Husk’s cock, eliciting a moan from him. He scrubbed a finger in the small of Husk’s back just above his tail and the purring started again. That was rewarded with a moan of Angel’s own. He swore Husk got harder and longer the more he massaged the base of his tail.
Letting Husk pop free of his mouth, he said, “Want to play with the beads now? I want you inside me before this ends.”
Husk kissed the tip of Angel’s cock before replying, “Sounds great to me.”
Angel lubed up the beads from the tiny one at the tip to the sizeable egg of one at the base. He trusted Husk to know what he was doing. He’d been around the block a lot longer than Angel had managed to hang on to mortal life. After he surrendered the toy to Husk, he held up his lube-coated fingers. “May I?” His gaze flicked to Husk’s fluffy butt.
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.” Husk grinned.
He tucked his head between Angel’s legs again. He had just as wicked a tongue as Angel did. Angel gnawed his lower lip, trying to ground himself against the sensations swirling up his spine. When he could catch his breath, he said, “I’m ready if you are.”
“Yes please.”
Angel took Husk back into his mouth, sliding his hand around the curve of Husk’s ass. He slithered a finger inside him only moments before the cool metal of the butt beads entered him, a beautiful contrast to the heat of Husk’s mouth around his shaft. Husk pumped him teasingly with the toy, only using the slender end of it. Angel wiggled his backside, trying to get more but Husk pulled it away, leaving him whimpering at the loss of sensation.
It was back quickly enough, diving deeper, the wider diameter beads popping into him. Angel added another finger inside Husk, giving him a little come-hither motion against his prostate as he mercilessly sucked him. Husk’s purrs vibrating against his shaft sent Angel into the stratosphere. They both might spill before they got any further.
“Ready for the rest of it?” Husk asked, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of Angel’s inner thigh.
“God, please,” Angel begged, thumping on Husk’s p-spot again making him sway.
“Think God hears you?” Husk teased, spinning the toy inside him.
“Husk, damn it! Gimme more!”
Husk complied, burying the largest beads inside Angel making him gasp. He bucked his hips against the toy as he caressed Husk’s jewels. He mewled when Husk pulled the beads out of him, the sensation nearly sending him over the edge. The look in Husk’s dark eyes undid him. Letting Husk slip free again, Angel twisted on the mattress. He plucked the toy from Husk’s hand, tossing it on to the old towel. He put it on the bathroom counter later to deal with.
Husk bore him back down on the bed. He gave his already spit-damp cock a quick lube while Angel watched his hands greedily. He stroked his own cock as he watched Husk’s hands worked. He gave the tip of his cock a gentle squeeze, taking a few deep breaths. If there was one thing the porn industry taught him it was how to delay ejaculation. The last thing he wanted to do was cum the second Husk was inside him.
Husk kissed Angel, tasting of musk. Angel tried to figure out where best to use all his hands without making a mess of Husk’s wings, which now stood out from his back, moving slowly. Husk pressed the tip of his cock against Angel’s entrance, his gaze never leaving Angel’s face. When Angel nodded, Husk eased inside, slow torment that pleased them both.
Interlocking fingers, Husk moved, honey hipped. Neither of them rushed the moment. This was what Angel had been missing for so long. No one treated him with respect like this. Sex was different with Husk. This was someone Angel could love; someone he trusted; someone who wouldn’t hurt him, at least not more than his masochistic little heart wanted. He hadn’t had in decades. He was so used to being hurt. This was different. This was special and he was greedy for every second of it.
Husk nibbled Angel’s collar bone as he kept up the leisurely pace. As he slowly picked up speed, the burn of it, the sensation of being so perfectly filled made Angel’s claws curl into the sheets. His cock throbbed in time with Husk’s thrusts, the fur of his belly the best sensation over Angel’s heated flesh.
“More, babe. I need more,” he rasped and Husk complied, fucking him harder, faster leaving him breathless. “Gimme a nibble.”
When Husk’s teeth gently bit against the crook of Angel’s neck he came, thick spurts painting their torsos as they slid over each other. Husk took that as his signal to utterly plunder Angel. He buried himself deep with each crash of his hips, his jewels tapping a tattoo against Angel. He arched into Husk, meeting each thrust. If he could cum again in this moment, he would have, so swamped with beautiful sensations.
Husk let go, his body shuddering and his wings one hundred percent flapping as he came. A feather fluttered free landing next to Angel. Husk collapsed down on top of him, holding on tight as Angel caressed his back. When they finally had the strength to pull free of each other, Angel put the lost feather in his hair.
Husk laughed, tracing a finger along Angel’s brow. “Are you going to make a collection of my feathers?”
“Maybe.” Angel tapped Husk’s chin before kissing him. “And as soon as I catch my breath, I’m going to fuck you until you’re too blissed out to do anything for a day.”
Husk laughed. “How can I say no to that?”
“You absolutely can’t.”
Angel kissed Husk again, tucking around him once more. He was going to show Husk just how much he wanted him. But first, a power nap. This was the best night of his life.