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It was the night before the early extermination, and the lobby was filled with residents and cannibals, drinking their worries and fears away as they happily chatted about the bloodbath that would most likely happen the next day.
Meaning that Husk was kept plenty busy behind the bar. No rest for the wicked, even when tomorrow might be his last, again. He didn’t mind; if he kept busy, filling one order after another, that meant that his gaze didn’t constantly drift to Angel, who was laughing and whispering with his best friend, encouraging Cherri towards Sir Pentious. It meant that his heart didn’t clench at every sight of the gangly spider, or he didn’t deal with again with the thought of pushing down his fear of being rejected and finally risk telling Angel the feelings that’d been growing his heart for the last few months. If it was busy, and he didn’t look, it meant he could ignore these symptoms a little longer.
“Hey.”
It was later into the night, the party starting to wind down. Husk was moving dirty glasses into a tub to take to the kitchen later, glad at least Niffty enjoyed doing dishes. But his head snapped up at Angel’s voice and found him leaning against the bar. “Hey,” he answered back a little gruffly. “Need me to make you something?”
To his surprise, Angel shook his head. “Naw, I’m good. Mind if I sit here?”
Husk grunted in answer, which Angel took as sign to sit down – not that he needed his permission. Now that he thought about it, the spider only came for two drinks at the beginning of the night and hadn’t come for a fresh one since.
“Thought you’d be drinking and dancing the night away with Cherri,” Husk commented as he continued to clean up. He hated this job, but damn if he wasn’t going to keep the bar in good condition – even if he might not be alive after tomorrow to man it.
“Yeah, well, think she might try her luck with Pen – finally,” Angel snickered as he placed his arms on the bar and rested his chin atop them, tilting his head to watch him work. He looked kinda cute, and Husk tried to hide his growing blush by turning away and grabbing a few bottles to put away.
“Good for her.”
“So, got a question,” started Angel hesitantly. Out of the corner of his eye, Husk saw him use one of his fingers to trace a ring in the wood of the bar. “If you weren’t stuck behind that bar, what would you be doing tonight? Yah know, in case we don’t make it tomorrow, after all.”
‘If I was braver, maybe kissing you.’
Clearing his throat of the lump that settled in there, Husk shrugged as he put bottles away. “Eh. Don’t really got any money to gamble away, so… probably just be in my room, drinking.”
Angel hummed sadly. “Sounds kinda lonely.”
“Well, maybe you could join me.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them, and Husk cleared his throat again as he glanced back at Angel. “For a drink, I meant.”
Snorting in amusement, Angel smiled up at him. Husk both loved and hated how that made his once dead heart flutter. “Yeah, we losers gotta stick together,” Angel pointed out, and he couldn’t help but grin back at him.
Not much later, cannibals started to trickle out, and Husk gathered even more empty glasses and put even more open bottles away for the night. Still at the bar, Angel scrolled aimless on his phone, occasionally looking up to talk to Charlie or Vaggie. Once in a while, Husk could have sworn the spider was staring at him, but every time he looked back over, the demon was still staring at his phone.
Finally done, Husk placed his hands on his lower back and leaned back, grunting at the cracks while the pain eased before glancing around. The place was empty now, save for him and Angel, and he glanced over at a nearby clock. “Shit, after midnight. Probably time to get some fucking sleep,” he pointed out, making Angel look up from his phone.
“Oh, shit, yeah.” Slipping his phone in his pocket, Husk was surprised to see Angel looked almost nervous all of the sudden, his lower hands fiddling together as he asked, “Walk me upstairs?”
Husk nodded. They lived on the same floor, it only made sense for them to go up together – that’s what he told himself.
The two walked upstairs in silence, Husk stuck in his own thoughts while his heart beating so hard in his chest that he could hear it in his ears. Fuck. If he was just a little braver, he could at least reach out and take one of Angel’s hands, like he did when they were dancing the night that everything changed between them. When they actually started to be friends, and Husk realized that he liked the real Angel.
Instead, Husk stuck his shaking hands into his pockets.
Eventually, they reached Angel’s door, and the spider turned around to look down at him. Husk watched as Angel opened his mouth, closed it, and then cleared his throat. “Don’t die tomorrow, okay?” he teased weakly. “Don’t wanna have to find a new favorite bartender.”
“Can’t have that,” joked Husk back weakly. “You better not die either, okay? You’re my best customer.”
Snorting, Angel placed a hand on the knob of his door. “I don’t pay you nothing for those drinks. They’re free.”
“Eh, you’re good conversation. That’s enough.” Husk stepped back, lifting a hand in a casual farewell, even though it was the last thing he wanted to do. “Night. See you in the morning.”
“Yeah… night.”
Forcing himself to turn away and not look back, Husk headed down to his room down the hall; seven empty rooms separating him and Angel. It took a long moment, but he eventually heard Angel’s door open and close shut, and as if his strings had been cut, felt his shoulders and wings fall as he opened his own door.
The room was bare, Husk not have much to decorate the place with. Realistically, all he did up here was piss, shower, and sleep – and he should start doing those things. Tomorrow was a big day, an important day, and he needed all the rest he could get. Instead, Husk leaned against the door, heart still pounding in his chest as he stared blankly ahead, unable to move. He couldn’t do this - couldn’t just go to sleep without saying something, anything, to Angel. Even if the spider turned him down - which, he couldn’t blame him when he was a broken old man with secrets – at least he’d get it off his chest. At least Angel would know, and Husk could move on with his life, what little of it was left.
Running a hand over his face as he mumbled a few curses to himself, Husk pushed off the door, hands shaking as he turned to open it. He would march down the hall and knock on Angel’s door –
Only to swing it open and finding Angel already standing there, one of his hands raised to knock and now looking down at Husk in surprise. “Husk-” started Angel. His hands were trembling as well.
“Angel,” breathed out Husk – in shock, in awe, as if it was the last word he’d ever wanted to say. The two demons stared at each other, reading in each other’s eyes what their mouths struggled to say.
If asked later, Husk wasn’t sure who moved first.
But then Angel was leaning down while Husk was raised up on his toes, hands grabbing at each other before their mouths and bodies were pressed together. As they kissed, Husk could feeling the desperation and the want burning between them – both of them very aware that this might be their last chance to do anything about their feelings. It wasn’t the most passionate kiss Husk had ever had, yet as Angel whined into it, he found he never wanted it to end.
After a long minute of being pressed together, it took all the strength he had to eventually pull back, finding his large hands completely wrapped around Angel’s narrow waist while one pair of Angel’s hands clutched at his shirt, the others cupping his face. Both of them were panting, staring at each other with shock over what they’d done.
“Angel, I-” Husk tried to say.
“I know,” interrupted Angel with a whisper, mismatched pink eyes searching his gold ones, making him wonder for the hundredth time what his eyes looked like when he was alive. “Me too.” Angel bit his lip nervously. “I don’t want to die tomorrow without… without saying anything.”
“I don’t want to either,” admitted Husk.
“Can - Can I come in?”
“Fuck, yes.” Husk pulled him inside, earning a squeal of surprise, and one of Angel’s legs kicked out to close the door behind him as they leaned into each other again. Angel giggled before kissing him again, and Husk himself almost purred with delight - instead though, his tail swayed back and forth with eagerness.
Even with their lips pressed together, Angel walked him backwards until the back of his legs hit the bed, and then pushed him backwards. The kiss broke as Husk fell back onto the mattress with a yelp, snapping out his wings just in time to avoid them being crushed underneath him. He watched as Angel crawled up to join him and straddled his lap, crotch just above his own, and gulped as the pink and white upper hands moved up his thick legs to run over his rounded beer-belly stomach before moving back downwards.
And as much as he hated it, the pleasure at feeling Angel’s touch was spiked with fear.
“Angel, wait- slow down-”
“What’s the matter, Whisker?” Angel asked with a purr, even as his hands stopped moving. “You not want all this?” Even as he dragged his lower hands over his body teasingly and his voice was light and breathless, he looked nervous at Husk’s words.
“No, no – it’s just….” Husk felt himself turning flush and turned his head, so he didn’t have to look Angel in the eyes as he was rejected. “Just…” Shit, the words didn’t want to come, stuck in his throat, and his eyes started to burn.
Angel’s hesitantly pulled away his hands from Husk’s body. “I thought… Shit. I thought we were on the same page,” he said hesitantly, and out of the corner of his eyes, Husk saw the worry and fear in in Angel’s face, and it made his heart hurt. “Was I wrong in coming here? Do you want me to leave-”
“Fuck, no! No, it’s just…” Removed his hands from Angel’s waist, Husk covered his face. “Fuck, I don’t know how to talk about this.”
Gentle hands pulled his hands away from his face, holding them reassuringly as the second set cupped his cheeks and carefully forced him to look back to Angel’s searching gaze. “Hey, you can trust me, Husky. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
It was surprisingly a little easier to talk now that that he was staring up at Angel, as if those concerned eyes were unlocking the secrets he’d been keeping hidden away for ages. “I… I’m not what your expecting, is all,” Husk carefully answered, heart pounding again, so loudly he didn’t understand how Angel didn’t hear it.
“I mean, I ain’t expecting you to be anything.” Angel shrugged even as he smiled kindly down at Husk. “What, been awhile since you slept with anyone? That’s okay, I really don’t mind.” One of his thumbs carefully caressed Husk’s cheek, comforting. “I can take the reins if you’d like,” Angel practically purred, and he gulped.
“Well, yeah, that too,” admitted Husk with a grumble and a blush. He swallowed, pushing down his fear with a single gulp, and glanced at their crotches. Close together but not touching. “But I mean… down there.”
“Down…” Angel followed his gaze, raising an eyebrow. “You got a tiny dick or something?”
That made Husk laugh awkwardly. “Sort of.” Taking a deep breath to brace himself for what he needed to say, he closed his eyes and finally forced out, “I’m trans, Angel.”
It’d been so long since he’d told anyone, a secret that he’d manage to keep quiet about even after death. There will only a few demons that he’d ever told, ones he trusted while he was an Overlord – but none of them had been romantic. With few lovers he’d taken, he found it never end well once he broke the news to them. So, he waited for Angel to absorb the news, let him go, and leave; hopefully without saying anything cruel about it.
“… And?”
Eyes snapping open in surprise, Husk stared up at Angel, glowing from the overhead light behind him, and who gently laughed at the shocked look at Husk’s face. “Husk, it don’t matter to me, not in the ways that really matter. I ain’t attracted to you because of what you got or don’t got in your pants.” Slender hands moved from his face to settle on his chest, and Husk couldn’t move as Angel leaned down and pressed a kiss to his nose before pulling back. “I like you for you, you idiot. I… I love you.”
Tears started to burn in the corners of Husk’s eyes, and foolishly, he tried to swipe them away with a brush of his palm. “Fuck. How… How do you keep getting more perfect?”
“Talent, baby,” teased Angel with a wink, and Husk laughed weakly. “You okay?” he asked carefully. “I don’t wanna leave, but if you need me to-”
“Angel,” Husk interrupted, before Angel could say anything more. “Can I kiss you again?”
At that request, Angel smile only grew. “You don’t ever gotta ask.” Leaning forward again, his lips pressed against Husk’s, who hummed and wrapped his hands back around Angel’s waist. At first, the kiss was soft, gentle, as the two demons tried to share their feelings for each other without saying another word. It was the push and pull of a gentle wave, the warmth of the rising sun against a multicolored sky. Husk didn’t think he could want anything more.
But soon enough, Husk was moaning as the other demon took control of the kiss, licking and nipping at his lips until he opened his mouth with a gasp, letting Angel’s long tongue slip invade his mouth and tangle against his. He found himself whimpering, pulling the demon closer to him. Letting himself be trapped in Angel’s web.
Eventually Angel pulled back, a string of spit briefly connecting them while he stared down at the panting Husk, licking his lips. “Fuck, you make sure pretty noises. How do you wanna do this? Shit, kinda wish we were in my room so we could use my toys if you feel more comfortable penetrating.”
Husk squirmed at the idea, getting wetter at the thought of fucking Angel into the mattress so he could hear the spiders own noises, but shook his head. “If this our only chance, I want you inside me. Is… Is that okay?” He knew Angel was a loud and proud power-bottom, maybe he didn’t want to fuck him. The few partners he’d been with since he died preferred him on top, maybe so they wouldn’t have to address the fact that his parts didn’t match what he was.
“Oh, it’s more than okay,” crooned Angel, a hungry look crossing the spider’s face. “Fuck. You don’t know how hard I just got.” To prove his point, he ground his crotch into Husk’s, who gasped and tightened his grip on the slim waist. “I don’t get to top too often, so tell me what you like and don’t like, baby.” His upper hands dragged over his chest. “Wanna make you feel good.”
“Shit,” whimpered Husk. “Anything, Angel.” He would do practically anything for him, to make him happy.
“Want me to be charge, Husky?” As Husk nodded, flushing, Angel pressed one more kiss to his lips before sitting up, ripping off all four his gloves before his nimble fingers moving to unbutton his blazer. He shrugged it off, and Husk tried not to stare to intensely at the heart that rested over his fluffed up chest, or the line of pink trailed down his stomach and lower, dipping below his skirt. “I want to see you naked. I want to see all of you.”
Nodding in agreement, too stunned to form words, Husk unbuttoned his shirt. He felt a twinge of nervousness, worried what Angel might think of it, that he tried to ignore as he pulled it open.
“Fuck, baby.” Angel’s upper hands went to his exposed chest, finger’s lightly tracing the scars from his top surgery, jagged and dark where the fur never grew back. It was one of the best things he ever did with his money while he was still an Overlord. Angel peered up at him, grinning as he continued to touch them. “I ever tell you I think scars are sexy as fuck?”
Shaking his head, Husk shivered at the gentle touch, the scarred tissue more sensitive. “Can’t say you ever did.”
“Well, yours are especially sexy.” Angel leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to them, making Husk shudder, before helping him sit up so he could fully pull off the shirt. “Pants, now.” He smacked one of Husk’s thighs. “Let me see what I’m working with.”
“You first,” shot back Husk.
Shrugging, Angel moved off Husk and sat next to him, legs hanging over the side as he wiggled off his skirt with ease, leaving him only in a pair of black boy shorts underwear, that stayed on for only a few more moments before they were stripped off as well, and his familiar black boots. The sight of the cock standing at attention between Angel’s legs – long, just a hint thicker than most cocks he’d seen, and stripped pink – Husk swallowed hard as he stared at it.
Noticing his stare, Angel tilted his head. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” breathed out Husk. “Can I – Can I suck you off?”
Smirking, Angel played with his cock teasingly. “Well, I ain’t gonna tell you no - been a long time since anyone’s offered me that. Why don’t you be a good boy and get those pants off for me first before you get on your knees for me?”
With a shiver that made his tail swish, Husk lifted his hips and pushed down his pants, wiggling until they were far enough to kick off to the floor. Then he stood and turned to Angel, sinking to his knees – not only to hopefully give a decent blowjob, but also hide his crotch; he knew Angel said that he didn’t care what Husk had between his legs, but it was one thing to say it and another to see it. At least this would give him a little more time.
Angel watched curiously as Husk rested his hands on his knees, staring at the pretty cock. It almost startled Husk when one of the many hands reached out and cupped his cheek. “You look nervous, Husky. You don’t gotta if you-”
Shaking his head, Husk insisted, “I want to.”
“…Then go for it, baby.” Angel purred, stroking his cheek reassuringly before pulling back. “Show me what you can do.”
With a flush, Husk licked Angel’s cock from the base to the tip, pleased as the spider moaned and squirmed at the slight roughness of his tongue. Focusing on the head, he lapped at it for a few moments before he took it in his mouth, tongue teasing the slit while he slowly bobbed his head to take in more. He forgot how much he liked having something in his mouth, something gliding up and down his wide tongue.
“Fuck, Husky,” groaned Angel, his lower pair of arms holding him up as he tilted back his head while his upper hands reached up and tangled in Husk’s slicked back hair. “Shit – that feels so good, baby,” he praised.
Grinning as best as he could around the cock, Husk moved his hands to grasp at Angel’s hips, claws dragging across the skin, which earned him a squirm and a moan of delight. He moved lower, almost gagging when the head hit the back of his throat just because it’d been so long. He let it happen a few more times, eager to hear Angel’s noises, before he glanced up at him to watch what would happen as Husk started to purr while he sucked.
With a yelp, Angel’s hands gripped his hair tightly for a moment as he bucked into his mouth in surprise, cock twitching as Husk gagged briefly around it again. “F-Fuck,” he moaned, head tilting back as he panted, and Husk felt his cunt pulse at the sight of a disheveled Angel, wetness dripping down his thighs. He kept purring as he moved his head, eyes falling shut as he listened to the little whines and whimpers falling from Angel’s mouth while he struggled not to thrust. None of it sounding anything like the overly loud fake shit that he’d been forced to hear before when the porn star shared his videos before –it sounded real.
It wasn’t long before Angel was tugging at his hair in warning, trying to get him to come up. “Gonna cum,” he panted out, but Husk simply doubled his efforts, earning a broken gasp. “Husk, you don’t gotta- Wait-” Husk felt the cock twitching in his mouth and braced himself. The cum washed over his tongue and down his throat as Angel wailed, the taste distantly familiar. He pulled back and gave a cough, wincing as he swallowed what he’d been able to take, a trickle of it running down his chin.
“Shit,” panted Angel, hands moving from Husk’s hair to his cheeks, cupping his face as he looked over him. “You okay, Whiskers? I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Yeah,” answered Husk, voice scratchy as he swallowed again. “Just been a bit since I’ve done that, is all. Sorry if it wasn’t, err, exactly good as anything you’ve had before.”
Smiling, Angel used his thumb to wipe Husk’s chin. “You know how long it’s been since anyone’s sucked my cock?” He leaned down and kissed Husk on the mouth, grinning against it before he sat up again. “You did good, I promise. Hell, I almost came at the first lick of that tongue of yours.”
A little pleased but flustered, Husk tried not to let his purring start up again.
“Now get up here,” ordered Angel firmly as he patted the spot behind him, even as he still smiled. “I wanna return the favor.”
Swallowing again, though this time it was out of worry, Husk slowly stood up and crawled back onto the bed, carefully laying on his back and making sure his wings didn’t get crushed. Almost immediately, though, his hands went to rest under his rounded stomach to cover his crotch.
“Come on, baby,” Angel begged as he turned around to kneel in front of him, hands resting carefully on Husk’s knees. “I wanna see.”
Shuddering, Husk moved his hands and let Angel spread his legs wide so he could take in the already soaked cunt between his legs, the engorged clit twitching at the top. Angel’s mismatched eyes took it all in eagerly, with not a hint of panic or disappointment that it wasn’t his usual cock and balls. “You have any preferences what I call them?” he asked, surprising Husk.
“Er, just not pussy,” admitted Husk. “Otherwise, I don’t really – aah!” He couldn’t stop the startled gasp that came out as one of Angel’s lower hands, out of sight, moved through the slickness, making him tremble. “A-Angel-”
“I don’t see a lot of cunts, even in my line of work, but yours is awful pretty,” commented Angel with a wink before he licked at his now slick fingers, making Husk shiver at the sight. “Fuck, you even taste good. Kinda wanna eat you out.” He said it so simply, like he was talking about the weather, that Husk felt flustered while his whole cunt throbbed with arousal. “If that sounds okay, handsome?”
“O-Okay.” Honestly, he felt better with Angel taking charge. Less for him to overthink.
“Then turn onto your stomach, baby, I know that position can’t be comfy for your wings.”
Nodding, Husk turned onto his front, feeling even more exposed with his ass was in the air, belly hanging below him. He pressed his cheek against the mattress as he felt Angel settle behind him, and then two of his hands were spreading his cunt open, making Husk squirm.
“So fucking pretty,” Angel commented again before there was a hot exhale of his breath on his cunt, the only warning Husk got before Angel’s tongue was tasting him. Gasping in shock, his hands clutched at the sheets, whimpering in an attempt to not be loud. But that plan went out the window as Angel’s thumb started to press down on his clit while he continued to lick, rubbing circles into it, and Husk’s forehead pressed into the mattress as he moaned, “Fu-Fuck!”
Chuckling, Angel pulled back for a moment, even though his thumb continued to play with his clit. “Good thing we’re the only ones on this floor, handsome, otherwise we’d be giving the others quite a concert. You always this loud when you get eaten out?”
“I – uh, don’t know.” Husk admitted hesitantly as he panted, almost glad that Angel couldn’t see his face like this. “No one’s ever done it be-before.” When he was alive, he was only with few men before he realized that he wasn’t the girl they thought he was, and they were usually only interested in their own pleasure, not his.
“Fuck, I’m the only one?” Angel sounded in awe. “Their loss. Can I put my fingers in you, too? Wanna stretch you out.”
“Y-Yeah. It might not do much,” Husk answered truthfully. Hadn’t when he was alive, and now his claws were too sharp.
“Oh, no one’s treated you right, even I know that much, and I can count the amount of times I’ve been near a cunt on two hands. Just you wait.” Then Husk moaned at the return of Angel’s tongue, followed quickly by the slide of two slim fingers at his entrance. They pressed in slowly, pumping in and out carefully in a way that made Husk squirm, unsure if he liked them or not. But he trusted that Angel wanted to treat him right.
Once Angel was sure that the fingers weren’t too much, he pressed in further and spread them open, careful stretching out Husk in preparation for what was to come. When he whimpered as the two fingers became three, Angel moved to lick at Husk’s clit in distraction, flicking at it in a way that made him whine for more, squirming against the touch.
Then Angel curled his fingers and pressed against something inside that made him jolt, like he’d been electrocuted in the best way possible. Husk gave a shout a surprise as his legs trembled beneath him, wings starting to flap. “A-Angel- Fuck, right there - please!”
He almost feel Angel’s sense of pride even from behind him before he pressed down again, and again, listening to Husk wailed every time he did. “There we go,” Angel murmured when he pulled back again, and even though Husk felt like he was trembling, eager for more, he felt the spider lay a kiss to his furry thigh as his fingers continued to pump inside of him. “I got you, Whiskers. Amore mio.”
His tail twitching behind him at the nickname, Husk whined, and one of the hands petted his lower back comfortingly. “This okay, baby?” he heard Angel ask.
“Don’t stop,” Husk begged, trying to press himself further onto the fingers. “Baby, please.”
“I won’t,” promised Angel. “You’re being such a good boy for me.”
“A-Angel-” Husk gasped, back arched and tears in the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure as Angel slipped in another finger, stretching him further, mixed with his own emotions. “Please, want to come. Wanna come for you.”
“I want you to come, baby,” Angel crooned. “Want you to come on my fingers and my tongue, and then you can come while I fuck you right here,” he pressed down firmly again, making Husk cry out, “with my cock. Don’t hold back, baby, I wanna see you unravel.” Then his tongue was back on Husk’s cunt, his multiple hands making it easy for him to keep him spread open even as he continued to pump into him, press against his clit, and taste him.
It was so much stimulation that only a few pumps later, Husk let out a long cry as he clenched down on Angel’s fingers, limbs trembling as his vision went white behind his closed eyes. It was he was yanked down into the orgasm, leaving him clawing at the mattress as he tried to ride it out.
“I got you, tesoro,” Husk heard Angel whisper, and he vaguely felt multiple hands lower him to the mattress. A few moments later, he was gently being stroked from the top of his head and down to the base of his back, the action repeated over and over. “You did so good for me. You feeling okay?”
It took Husk a moment while he started to come down, but eventually he nodded heavily. “I think that’s the hardest I’ve ever come,” he admitted in a mumble. “Fuck, Angel.”
“Just wait for the encore,” teased Angel, fingers going lower to tease his entrance, and Husk squirmed at the touch. “Shit, baby, I wanna fuck you so bad. Fuck, I might have to go get a condom – I don’t have one even in with my third arms.”
Husk felt Angel start to move, and he grabbed at one of his arms. “No – don’t go.” He opened his eyes and looked up at Angel, who was staring down him with concern. “Just – if this is our last chance, I don’t care about the stupid condom.”
Angel softened. “Husky-”
Husk shook his head and sat up, still holding Angel’s wrist. “I’m serious. I don’t care. Just… just don’t go.” There was this fear, a fear that he hated to admit he had, that if Angel left, he wouldn’t come back. That he would change his mind and never return. “Please?” he begged.
“Fuck.” Angel leaned down to him, cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his mouth, and this time pulled Husk down until he was hover above Angel as they lazily made out, acting as if they had all the time in the world, with no worry about tomorrow.
But eventually, they had to pull away to breathe, and Angel stared up at him with a tremble to his lips. “I just… I know you might not feel the same way about me as I do about you,” he said hesitantly, nervous again, though at first, Husk didn’t understand why. “But fuck, Husk, I love you. And it’s okay, you don’t gotta say it back,” he rambled on while Husk stared up at him, blinking. “Cause I was just fully expecting you to turn me away at the door, so this – this is more than I ever expected, and I just wanna make sure you feel good, and-”
It was at that moment that Husk realized that while Angel proclaimed his love for him earlier, he, idiotically, hadn’t returned the sentiment. Not aloud, anyway. Shaking his head, he leaned down and kissed Angel to shut him up, nipping teasingly at his lower lip, before he pulled away just enough to whisper. “I love you too, Angel.”
Almost instantly, Angel’s eyes were full of tears. “Really?” he asked, almost disbelieving.
“Really. God, I thought I’d lost the ability to love, or never had it in the first place, but Angel – you…” Husk pressed his forehead to Angel’s. “You change that. You changed me.” He pressed a kiss to his nose, to his cheek, to his neck, loving that he got to listen to Angel giggle in delight. “You changed everything. I only didn’t tell you cause I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way, or if you would like me as I was like… like this.”
Reaching up to cup one of Husk’s cheek, Angel gave him a wavering smile. “I kinda thought the same thing. I thought Valentino broke my ability to love someone good for me – that maybe I could only love people that would only hurt me. You… You make Hell a little more bearable. And I want to show you how much I care. Can… Can I make love to you?”
“Please,” purred Husk, trying to fight back his own tears.
“What’s easier for you, with those?” asked Angel, nodding towards Husk’s wings, which were puffed up in happiness.
“On my front, or if I ride you.” Husk hesitated. “But, I… I wanna be on my back anyway. I want to hold you.”
“Shit, baby, whatever you want.” Angel leaned up and kissed him briefly. “If you wanna change it up, just tell me, okay?”
Nodding, Husk moved off Angel and took the time to lay against the headboard, making sure that his spread out wings wouldn’t get in the way. When he looked up at his lover, ready, Angel putting out one pair of his hands onto the mattress him to hold himself up while he hovered over Husk, using his other pair of available hands to take Husk’s legs and wrap them around his own waist before he grabbed his own cock and lined the head up with the slick entrance before for him. Angel patiently waited till he got another nod from Husk before he started to press in, pausing when Husk moaned loudly as he felt the head start to sink into him, the heat of the hard cock piercing him.
“You okay?”
“Gah – fuck, sorry, it’s been so long-” Even after Angel eating him out and fucking him with his fingers, he still felt so tight, this new stretch like a dull burn. It was probably for the better that Angel wasn’t very thick.
“I got you, amore mio,” Angel told him, a free hand grasping his hip comfortingly. “Let me know when you’re ready for more, sweetheart.”
“I’m…” Husk shifted a little to adjust. “I’m good. Keep going.” He knew it would feel better the more he got used to it.
Nodding, Angel pushed in slowly again, Husk tried to relax as he took the cock in inch by inch, the stretch fading into a pleasant ache that made him want to squirm, until eventually he was surprised to find Angel’s hips meeting his own, who stared down at him with blown out eyes. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he told Husk, but didn’t move other than stroking his hip comfortingly. “Shit, it’s been so long since I topped, I forgot.”
Whimpering as he felt Angel twitch inside him, waiting as Husk adjusted to the feeling of being so full. He took his hands, which had been digging into the blankets as he was penetrated, and wrapped them around Angel’s shoulders. “Kiss me?” he asked almost shyly, as if he wasn’t full of the porn star’s cock.
There was no hesitation; Angel leaned forward and pressed their lips together again, the kiss gentle and comforting, before he pulled back so he could kiss his cheek, his forehead, his neck, his chest. “You’re so handsome, and such a good boy for me,” murmured Angel, making Husk squirm underneath him. “You take me so well.”
“Angel-” Husk whined.
“You tell me when you’re ready, baby.” Angel’s teeth scrapping against his shoulder, earning a whimper from Husk. “Can’t wait to hear all your noises as I fuck into you and make those wings flap again.”
“Angel – Angel, please,” begged Husk, cunt clenching down on Angel’s cock, now making the spider moan. “I need – I need you to fuck me now. Please.”
“I got you, love.” Pulling back, Angel stared down at where they were connected. “Fuck, Husky – you’re already trying to suck me back in,” he breathed out, leaning forward to kiss Husk again before his hips snapped forward.
That earned a cry from Husk that Angel swallowed as the cock hit deep inside, hands tight on Angel’s shoulders with claws threatening to pierce skin. Spurred on by that noise, Angel kept moving, clearly enjoying every gasp, a moan, and whine he earned every time he pulled out and slammed back inside.
“That’s it, my good boy,” panted out Angel, leaning down so he could capture Husk’s lips and swallow more those noises before he pressed their foreheads together. “Sei così buono per me.”
Husk wailed. “Ti – Ti senti così bene dentro di me, Angel.” His squeezed his legs around Angel’s hips. “Più difficile, per favore.”
To Husk’s disappointment, Angel’s movements came to a halt, breathing heavily as he stared down at him. Before Husk could snap at him to continue, he asked, “You speak Italian?”
Blinking as he panted, Husk suddenly realized that he’d replied to Angel automatically in the same language. He flushed. “Um, yeah?”
“You mean all those times I called you nicknames in Italian…” As Husk nodded, Angel groaned in embarrassment. “Shit!” Then, to Husk’ surprise, Angel surged forward, slamming back inside him as he messily pressed their lips together. Husk groaned as Angel praised, “That’s so fucking hot. Keep going, baby,” he urged as he finally did what Husk asked and moved faster. “Tell me how much you love it.”
“Fuck – I love you, Angel, you feel so good,” babbled Husk, whining and panting. Underneath him, his wings twitched, wanting to fully flap despite being pinned underneath him. “Please, I need – I need more-” He jolted as Angel’s thrust pushed his cock into his g-spot. “Yes, there, baby, please-”
Growling, Angel angled his thrust to repeatedly hit the same spot, spurred on by Husk shouting as he clung to Angel and buried his into his shoulder, felt the pleasure deep inside him grow larger and stronger. He could barely speak, but that didn’t stop Angel. His second and, surprisingly, third set of hands were suddenly tracing his body, as if trying to memorize him by touch - one of them brushing it’s thumb against his throbbing clit in a way that made him clenching down tightly on the cock inside him.
“My pretty boy,” panted Angel. Hands tilted up Husk’s face, and he found himself looking into Angel’s gaze, staring at him with awe. “I love you so much. I should have told you sooner. Fuck, I-I don’t want to die tomorrow. Want to be here with you, forever.”
Nodding as best he could, Husk pulled Angel down for a kiss, broken and messy as Angel didn’t stop moving inside him. “I love you, so much, mio tesoro.” Tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he stared up at the man he’d grown to love. “I love you, I love you-” He tilted his head back and cried out as he was pushed over the edge unexpectedly, falling into a pleasure that made him as if he was actually flying in a sky full of stars, his body clenching down. Distantly, he heard Angel curse before he felt him come inside him, warmth filling him up deep inside.
When he finally felt himself returning to his body, Husk blinked several times before realizing that Angel had collapsed on top of him. He chuckled and leaned forward so he could press a kiss to the top of Angel’s head. “You alright there?”
“Mm.” Angel snuggled his face into Husk’s chest. “Fuck, that was… that was really good.” He glanced up at Husk. “You really mean it? All of it? You weren’t just… saying that because I said it first, right?”
“Angel, I meant every goddamn word.” Husk pressed another kiss to Angel’s forehead. “I love you. And once we make it through tomorrow – cause we’re both gonna make it – I’m gonna tell you every goddamn day.”
Tears welling up in Angel’s eyes again, he rubbed at them in a futile attempt to be rid himself of them. “Shit, baby, I shouldn’t be crying while I’m still inside you.”
“You – get out of me then,” Husk smacked Angel’s shoulder playfully.
Removing his hand from his eyes, Angel gave Husk a look, a glint in his eyes. “No, I think I like it here.” He moved, and suddenly Husk was yelping as he found himself in the spider’s lap, who was sitting up now so they were chest to chest. His dick was still inside him, twitching as it sunk in deeper, making Husk groan while moving his hands so they were clutching Angel’s shoulders for support. “Wanna go again?”
“Shit, you weren’t kidding about that short recovery period,” panted Husk, looking down at Angel while stretching out his wings now that they were free.
“I never joke about sex, honey.” Leaning forward, Angel’s placed his second pair of hands between Husk’s wings, making him shiver as his nails raked down the sensitive area. “And I was serious about making those wings flap.” Winking, Angel thrust up, and Husk gasped at the sparks that went down his spine. “Think I need to see it again.”
“Angel-”
“Come on, baby. We got all night.” Angel pressed a kiss to his shoulder. “And then forever?”
Smiling, Husk leaned forward to press his forehead to Angel’s, nodding. “And then forever.”