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Husk laid his head back against Angel's shoulder and moaned. He sat in between his boyfriend's spread legs, back to his front, as all six of Angel's hands worked him over thoroughly, hitting every hotspot at the same time. Two hands raking lightly up and down his sides. Another two working over his cock, only ever jerking up and never giving him the satisfaction of a downward stroke. His balls in another hand, lightly squeezed and teased as lubed fingers ran up and down the cleft of his ass, every now and then pausing to tease his rim and push inside. All the while Angel's mouth left hickies and bite marks that would be covered up by the fur on Husk's neck, but he'd still feel all the same.
It was torture.
It was bliss.
Husk's wings gave a weak flutter, bound by the ropes woven in pretty patterns across his feathers. His own hands were tied behind his back, connected to the wing harness in a beautiful and intricate arrangement that left him truly helpless to his lover's devices. And apparently, Angel only wanted to pleasure Husk in the cruelest of ways tonight. Drown him in tactile sensations until he couldn't stand it anymore and beg for relief. Damn his own pride for leading him down this path. He just couldn't keep his mouth shut when egging Angel on, could he?
… Not that he was actually upset about his current predicament, but, well. His pride cared. He had talked enough shit to argue he'd never need to beg for it. And now where was he? Biting his tongue to keep from doing the exact thing he bragged he'd never be desperate enough to do.
He should have known better. Angel had experience, that wasn't a secret. You don't become the number one porn star in hell by just laying back and taking it. Angel took initiative. He heard, "I'd never be into that," and took it as a challenge. And a lot of the time he won (but when he didn't he knew when to back off).
Most of their encounters had ended with Husk fucking Angel, making the famous porn star desperate for it, and it was fun. Husk liked it that way. Liked it enough to make sure Angel never forgot how loud he'd moan for him, how he'd whine Husk's name when he was close, how he'd tremble and shake under Husk's careful ministrations. The tomcat liked to remind him daily, and today, Angel had shot back, "Yeah, well I could have you just as needy fah me if ya weren't such a control freak."
"Control freak?" Husk asked, affronted. "Waddaya mean, control freak?"
Angel had shrugged, casual, like he hadn't just challenged everything Husk thought he knew about himself. "Ya always gotta be in control. Always takin' charge."
"I thought you liked it that way?"
"Oh, don't get me wrong, Husky, I love it when a man takes charge and manhandles me just how he likes. I ain't complainin'. But ya always teasin' me about being a slut fah ya, and I'm just pointin' out that if you let me have my way wit' ya, you'd be tha one beggin' me fah more."
Husk had rolled his eyes, but he wouldn't have been able to deny the heat creeping under his skin at the thought. Taking a swig of his scotch, he'd replied, "You really think you can break me?"
"Oh, sweetheart," Angel's voice dipped low, dangerous and thrilling, "I know I can."
And oh how right he was. But Husk didn't want to let him know that quite yet.
Husk's hips thrust up into Angel's hands on their own accord, still only maddeningly moving from base to tip, seeking friction in a different way. But his lover only pulled his hands away from his cock completely, refocusing his efforts on teasing his balls and fingering him open. Husk barely stopped the whine from tumbling out of his mouth, biting his bottom lip so hard he thought he could taste blood, letting out a feral snarl instead.
"Na-uh-uh, Husky," Angel teased, breathing hot and heavy into his ear. "You'll get what's comin' ta ya if you're good and patient. We're going at my pace, remember?"
"Yer pace is too slow!" Husk declared, gasping as Angel's fingers barely grazed his prostate before retreating, scissoring him open.
"Aww, who's desperate for who now?" The cockiness in Angel's tone had Husk stubbornly refusing to give in, but it also excited him even more. "You could make this a whole lot easier fah me, ya know. Just say those sweet words I wanna hear."
"And what-- fuck-- what would those words be?"
Angel hands found his nipples under the fur on his chest, and Husk let out a whimper he couldn't contain. Angel nipped at the old cat's ear, whispering as he thrust his own hard cock against his partner's back. "Just admit that I can play ya like a fiddle and make you just as insatiable as you make me." He cleared his throat, pitching his voice as low as he could. "' Oh Angel, you were right and I was wrong, you know me sooooo well, please fuck me…'"
"I don't sound like that," Husk tried to grumble, though it was breathier than he intended. "And I'm not gonna say that."
He felt Angel shrug. "Suit yaself." His hands went back to Husk's cock, again only moving in that one fucking direction , and Husk slammed his foot on the mattress in frustration and his tail twitched, irritated. Angel had the gall to giggle at his plight. He was good. He was too good.
Husk played to win but he was not going to win this one. And the thing was, Husk was only punishing himself at this point. Waiting longer wasn't going to make Angel respect him any more, partly because he already did, and partly because he had already been so confident as to how this was going to play out. The spider had known exactly how this was going to end.
Maybe Husk had too. But he was never one to turn down a bet. After all, it had been his literal downfall into Hell.
Husk squirmed and gasped as Angel's long fingers found his prostate once more, putting more insistent pressure on it than he had before. He was three fingers deep now, and the burn from the stretch was slowly fading into pure warmth, arousal pooling in his gut. He struggled against the ropes holding him; his toes curled into the mattress. Husk threw his head back, using Angel's shoulder as a headrest, his breath coming faster and faster. He turned his face toward his boyfriend, noticing his eyes hooded in desire. "Kiss me, please."
Angel could have teased him. He could have denied him. But he must have been feeling the heat rushing in his own veins, because Angel's lips met his, open-mouthed and hungry and filthy. Husk felt him lick into him, his tongue teasing the roof of his mouth, and it was all he could do to keep from bursting at the seams. How overloaded were his senses, that every caress, every flick of the tongue, every breath or moan in his ear was almost enough to send him off.
Husk couldn't even be bothered to kiss Angel properly anymore. He gasped as his lover continued to kiss, lick, bite at his lips, and the pleasure in his core coiled tightly, ready to snap if Angel kept up with his ministrations. The spider surveyed him with hooded eyes, his grin warm and dangerous. "Ya lookin' a little flustered, Husky." His voice was low, gravelly with an alluring timbre that made Husk's breath catch. "Ya gonna come fah me? Already?"
He wanted to hold back. He wanted to last longer, but Husk's body had ideas of its own, and soon the old cat was cumming over Angel's hands, jizz slowly dribbling from his cock as the spring inside him snapped and his climax came over him in waves. Eyes trained on the ceiling, he panted like he'd run for days as ecstasy radiated to every finger, every toe, gradually falling from its crest and allowing him to breathe deeply once more.
The grip on his cock softened and the fingers inside him withdrew, although the rest of Angel's hands kept touching, kept caressing, and Husk squirmed in his hypersensitive state. "I hope ya don't think I'm done with ya just yet," whispered Angel as he rolled his own achingly hard erection against Husk's lower back once more. "I wasn't fingerin' ya just to have somethin' ta do with my hands."
Husk wanted to quip back with something witty, but his brain was still trying to catch up and all he could do was moan and gasp as Angel manhandled him to his liking; the spider's long legs pushed against the inside of Husk's, keeping his legs splayed open, while two hands braced against the mattress and the other four lifted Husk up enough for Angel to situate him in his lap, cock slowly breaching Husk's well-stretched hole. The cat's hiss morphed into a guttural and heavy moan as Angel took his time burying himself to the hilt, driving Husk mad with lust. Once he was fully seated, Angel let out a breath he'd been holding right against Husk's ear, and the little puff of warm air sent a shiver all the way down the feline's back.
"Oohhh, Husky," growled Angel, "you're so tight, feel so fucking good fah me." He rocked his hips minutely, trying to bury himself further. "How's my pussy cat doin', hmm?" He gave Husk a solid up and down stroke, and for the first time since he came he realized that he was still rock hard, cock standing proudly at attention. "Oh wow, still ready and rarin' ta go, I see. That's good." He grabbed Husk by the hips and lifted him up a few inches, only to pull him back down again-- hard. Angel chuckled as Husk yowled. "You're gonna need that stamina ta keep up, baby."
And with that said, Angel began a brutal pace, lifting Husk up and then pulling him back down onto his cock, thrusting upwards and meeting Husk's hips with an audible slap each time. It was feral, chaotic; Husk hadn't even known that Angel could pick him up so easily. The spider was so lithe and thin he often forgot there was muscle under all that fluff.
Needless to say, he wouldn't be forgetting that little fact again anytime soon.
Husk tried to speak, but his tongue felt too big for his mouth, his brain too foggy and addled with pleasure to form any words of substance. He let his body go limp, let Angel use him however he wanted. After all, he'd won tonight. Although if this was what losing got him, Husk might be able to concede more often...
Husk gasped as Angel's many hands began wandering again, one hand finding his right nipple under all his fur, rubbing and pinching, and the other one stroking his cock in tandem with his thrusts. Fuck, this was all so much. Hands on his chest, his hips, his dick. Angel's body solidly behind him. His own wings and arms bound in rope, helpless to do anything to give him an ounce of leverage. He felt the familiar coiling in his gut, a thread ready to unravel and rip, and he knew this wasn't going to last much longer for him. "Gonna-- ah!-- gonna--ooohhhh--"
Angel gave a particularly strong thrust and Husk almost bit his own tongue. "Ya gonna come fah me again, babe?" Husk, not trusting anything that would come out of his mouth in this moment, nodded frantically. "Do a favor fah me, will ya?"
The cat whimpered, genuinely unsure if he would be able to follow through with whatever Angel was about to ask of him. His lover's tongue traced the shell of his ear before he whispered, "When ya see God, scream out my name so he knows I sent ya."
It felt almost violent, how hard Husk suddenly came, keening Angel's name over and over again as his orgasm rocked him for the second time that night. His cock shot spunk all the way up to his own chin and waves of ecstasy overwhelmed him in the best of ways. He couldn't keep his head up as he rode out the pleasure; he leaned entirely on his partner, relying on him to keep him upright. When the stars finally faded from behind his eyelids, Husk opened his eyes and heaved a great breath.
"Welcome back, Husky." He felt Angel pressing kisses to the back of his neck. "Ya still good if I keep goin'?"
Husk swallowed, fighting through the brain fog to find the words to reply. "I don't think I got another one in me, but you can keep goin', if you haven't come yet."
"Ya sure?"
"Mmhmm."
Husk felt himself tilt backwards, and only Angel's hands holding his hips tightly kept his stomach from swooping too low and flailing about. He was soon fully on his back, still on top of Angel, while the spider started to piston his hips once again, faster, his feet planted firmly on the bed allowing him to steady them both. Husk pillowed his head on Angel's shoulder and his mouth fell open, Angel chasing his own pleasure and groaning in his ear. He felt like an exposed nerve, full of sensation and bliss. When Angel's rhythm became more erratic, Husk knew he was close, and all it took was an intentional fluttering of his kegels to have the porn star gasping, coming like a freight train.
Husk felt all six arms wrap tightly around his torso, and for a moment he let himself simply exist in the embrace, allowing himself to feel truly safe even in the wretchedness that was Hell. It could have been thirty second, thirty minutes, or somewhere in between; the old cat let himself slowly come back to his right mind as Angel caught his own breath. When their breathing matched each other's, Husk finally gave himself permission to speak. "So... I think you won this one."
"Ya think I won?" Angel asked, his tone incredulous. He shifted his hips, reminding Husk he was still inside him, and the cat yelped. "D'ya need a round three fah me ta prove it to ya? Gimme about fifteen minutes, I can be ready to go again--"
"No!" Husk was quick to reply, but he couldn't stop the chuckle that came out with his protest. "No, ya won. Don't think ya need to prove anythin' else to me, at least fer tonight."
He couldn't see it, but he could practically feel Angel's smug grin. "That's more like it." Angel pulled out and carefully moved them both to sit at the headboard while Angel's hands made quick work of untying Husk's arms and wings. Once he was finally free, Angel pushed Husk to lie face down on the bed, straddling his hips and gently smoothing the feathers in his wings before giving him a proper back massage to work out any knots in his back.
When Husk was completely relaxed and purring loudly, Angel snuggled up next to him under his wings, and the old man pulled him in close, placing a kiss on his forehead right between his eyes. “Feelin’ sentimental, now that ya came ya brains out twice?” prodded Angel.
Husk chuckled. “Well I was, but not anymore.”
A smile from Angel, his gold tooth gleaming. “That’ll teach ya ta underestimate me.”
“Consider me schooled.”
Husk could only hope that Angel had a lot more lessons to teach him.