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"Husky pleeeeeease, just humor me for a bit" Angel Dust whined to his increasingly annoyed bartender and boyfriend.
The winged-cat replies grumpily, taking a dramatic swig from his bottle hoping if he guzzled enough the current conversation would die.
It didn't.
"You know I don't ask you for much, I just wanna broaden your horizon's a little old man"
"Broaden what? I lived decades longer than you kid" He corrects the pleading spider with a suspicious eyebrow. "And also bullshit. Even you aren't usually this pushy. S'goin on?"
Pink irises lock onto gold ones with a noticeable wince at being caught, spurring Angel’s anxious energy.
"Y’know work's just been kinda rough like usual but I dunno... Since we got together it's just that when I have to do some of these silly or stupid scenes lately I keep uh.. y'know... Imagining it's us I guess?" Angel trailed off almost sheepishly before pressing on. "It's honestly kinda embarrassing. Usually everything's all business but lately when I'm wanting to leave or it's something that I think would be hot in the context of it being you, my brain knocks the truth back into my head that it's currently not you and I dunno. Christ, am I rambling? Does that even make sense? That's so toxic I shouldn't think about that at work, or I guess, I shouldn't bring work home? I dunno we can forget about it actually just make me another dri-" Angel's tangent is cut off by familiar lips on his. A common tactic when Husk needed to make him shut up for a moment.
"Fine. I can't promise I'll do everything right and you need to let me complain if I think it's stupid. Fair?"
Angel's eyes lit up and he gave Husk a few quick pecks, squishing his face in his hands.
"Thanks baby!"
"Yeah yeah, don't think cause you're so pretty you get off scot-free. Help me tidy and closeup the bar then go to your room and talk."
Angel nodded, extending his glass to have Husk top off his cocktail first.
A while later, they make their way to Angel's room, the larger bed usually being the more appropriate arena for their escapades. This instance though, it was still the better for talking knowing it was harder for anyone who may be listening to hear since it was normal for them to be relatively...noisy together.
"Alright, so what is it?" Husk asked very directly once the door closes behind them.
"Okay I want you to be mean to me. I-"
"No."
"WHAT? I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO FINISH" Angel gasped.
"Fine, finish, but also tell me why do you want that baby?" Husk steps foreword sternly, grabbing Angel gently by the chin to look at him, but his eyes are soft.
The look and tone of the question almost knock the wind out of him.
"I just think it's sexy when you're a little more aggressive y'know? Like it can even just be some roleplay."
"Not good enough reason, and I don't act."
“C’mon Husky, everyone acts a little, even you” Angel pleads to his boyfriend.
“Like when?” He challenges.
"You're gonna tell me you NEVER acted up a little when you did magic tricks? You were actually The World's Grumpiest Magician?" He asked with a raised eyebrow accusingly.
"What if I was?" Husk replied in a deadpan tone.
All of Angel's eyes narrowed with a glare. That actually sounded exactly like him, so he moved on to his final shot in his holster. "So you NEVER ONCE LIED OR ACTED in Poker?"
Husk clicked his teeth. "Aw c'mon Angel that's a game. Be straight with why."
"Alright you grouchy old cat, if I have to be honest and spill my guts about it" Angel takes a deep breath, so he doesn't spiral in his explanation like before. "Like, work stuff is work, but I do like and wanna try stuff with you Husky. I know I'm kinda used up and desensitized to more than you but I just know exploring stuff on my own terms feels nice, and some stuff I wanna share with you. If there's somethin you actually don't like or if it's really a hard-fuckin-No, then of course I'm okay. Everything we have is perfect as it is, and you fuck my brains out and it's so different and scary and amazing and I wouldn't trade it for anything."
Husk looked at Angel with wide eyes, taking it all in before he could interject.
"Don't fuckin' say you're used up, you give me plenty" Husk whispered, kissing Angel's hand. "I just know you got a lot to deal with, and I know I'm not always... the nicest to be around on even a good day. I like the bit of energy I do have to make you feel as good as possible when you get home baby" He offers affectionately.
"I know, and I love every minute of it. I just..." Angel pauses, unsure if he should say, but decides to anyway.
"I know got a lot of damage baby, and I know it's not yours to deal with. It's nice to replay something or act something out where I actually get to say when it stops? And also... Sometimes the switch I gotta do to jump straight from work "Super-Slut" to "Soft-baby-boyfriend" for you can also be kinda hard sometimes. Like abrubt or whatever." The spider confessed hesitantly, still holding his boyfriend's paw like a lifeline.
Husk chewed on the spider's statement, he truly hadn't thought of it that way before. He felt his wings drop a bit as he let out a sigh, giving Angel's hand a squeeze. Husk really, really loved this man, all he could do was try for him.
"Alright, tell me what you want, I'll do my best, and I reserve the rights I told you before."
Angel could feel his face warm up, and gave him a long, loving kiss to show his gratitude.
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The next day seemed to drag for both of them, Husk was more nervous than he'd been in a while, which only made him feel more silly about the whole thing. But every time he would start his internal grumbling, he would check himself, resolving that since there were so many limitations on what both he and Angel could give each other, he'd already decided months ago that if anything WAS in his power to give, he'd do it.
After retiring to his room, he pulled out the bag from his small closet that Angel had given him last night. Angel had said it was originally supposed to be a gift for his birthday, even though that wasn't really a big thing here in Hell, but that it would be perfect for tonight.
Husk unzipped the bag, and his heart clenched involuntarily. It was a sleek, black suit. It wasn't unlike his own suits he'd used to don at his old casino, but the small details shown that Angel must've had it made for him. A velvet baggie attached to the hanger had cufflinks and tie, both with delicate accents of gold and red, with little card-suit patterns delicately sewn in the trim. Even accommodations for his wings and tail had been accounted for. While he'd wondered what his reaction would've been if he'd been given this gorgeous gift in a different context, seeing it now only increased his apprehension.
Angel had explained the scenario and promised it was a common, entry level scene that wouldn't be too big of a departure for either of them. He even offered the idea that Husk could still be himself, but to try acting like he did as an Overlord rather than try to force his way through a whole new persona. Angel said they'd just have to act like they didn't know each other, and it sounded simple enough.
After taking a long moment looking in the mirror, it was a conflicting feeling. As hard as it could be to admit, he'd missed looking like this. Dressing his status at the time did alleviate some of his hatred at being stuck the rest of eternity in this feline form, and yet he'd come so far past this part of his afterlife that this man was almost a stranger. Husk steadied his breathing, fixing his tie. It's okay, he reassured himself, they were both strangers tonight. Husk combed the last stray hairs into place, and made his way downstairs, hoping none of the hotels other patrons saw him leaving so dressed up to pester him about it. Luckily, the lobby was empty, he looked at the bar address Angel had sent him, and began to make his way.
Angel sat at the bar he'd chosen, it was far enough out of Valentino's radar since it was a renovated dive and wasn't something that was fancy enough for his taste, but surely would be appealing enough to Husk for at least a little while to play the part. Angel tapped his manicured finger on the bar to signal the bartender for a new drink, having grown accustomed to his bartender always topping him off before he could ever ask. Angel smiled to himself as he was handed a fresh drink, loving how spoiled he felt at the thought.
Husk arrives, adjusting his cuffs and smoothing his fur into place. He enters the bar, rolling his shoulders back as a reminder to himself to take this as seriously as he could, for Angel. Husk scanned the room, paying no mind to the other handful of patrons eyeing him as he let his wings flare out to take up space while he strode to the bar. It was something he's used to do when he was noticed as a sort of warning that usually made people keep from his personal bubble. Upon seeing his lover sitting at the bar, looking as absolutely bored as he did beautiful, he wanted to pause his stride to admire, but chose against it. That's not something his old-self would've ever done, he reminded himself, before sitting at the bar, leaving one open seat between him and Angel.
Husk ordered, keeping his gaze forward while he ordered his drink. The sharp-dressed demon still asked the bartender to leave the bottle, but at least he drank from the glass, he'd once enjoyed swirling his glass while he was lost in thought, and sipping his whisky for taste once upon a time, all things that usually just seemed tedious nowadays. Looking around, he saw there was some meager excuse for a poker setup, and a blackjack table, but they appeared to be unoccupied with the renovations looking only halfway done, and he couldn't help but chuckle at his partner's thoughtfulness. This felt like somewhere Husk could've blown off some steam back in his heyday that wasn't in his own casino based off the aesthetic and cocktails alone, but appreciated that it was somewhere he couldn't currently be tempted to actually gamble. He felt warm at the thought of being known so well.
The two men sat there sipping their drinks awkwardly, minding their own business and that only served to make Husk more unsure of how to proceed. Who would talk first? What kind of icebreakers would actually work on an Angel he was supposed to not even know? Before he could begin to overthink it, he refilled his now-empty glass he didn't realize he'd drank while he was lost in thought, and did something he used to do when he needed to re-center his thoughts.
A sharp claw tapped the bar once more, set a few small bills down, and asked the bartender for a deck of cards. The bartender complied, pulling a brand new pack from a drawer and slid it over the counter. Husk unboxed the deck, gently bending and loosening the stiff cards before effortlessly shuffling them.
In his periphery he noticed the pretty spider-demon look over at the expert shuffling but paid him no mind. After the deck had been sufficiently broken in, he began to place the cards in front of him neatly in a pattern anyone could recognize, solitaire.
A familiar sarcastic "Hmph" next to him broke him from his concentration after only a few pairings had been made.
Angel was the first to actually speak.
"What kind of guy comes to a place like this just to play with himself alone?" The younger man teased, sliding card from its place with a delicate looking finger.
Husk rolled his eyes at the innuendo, and while he was mostly used to them by now, his old self would've been annoyed, but could play along depending on the mood, and the perpetrator.
"The kind that likes being left alone, usually I'd gather" He replied flatly with a raised eyebrow. "Unless something else catches my attention. What kind of guy comes here dressed like that just to drink all alone?"
"The kind who's been blowin' on dice all day and is spent, afraid my luck's finally run out" Angel replies, resting his face on his palm and crossing a slender leg over the other, the slit in his skirt riding up. Husk noticed a little pink and black garter with a little heart-charm on his thigh.
"That so?" Husk says nonchalantly, scooping up the cards and positioning them in a fan shape. "Then how about I save you some breath with that. You like card tricks?"
Angel scoffed, but pulled a card in a disinterested fashion, "Do card tricks drop the panties of all the girls where you're from? Cause if so that's kinda fuckin' sad gramps."
Husk smirked at Angel's commitment to his role, it was quintessentially the same Angel Dust that used to pester him when they'd both been at the hotel with his semi-hostile brat style of flirting, but Husk quickly remembered he had the upper hand here for a few reasons.
The first of which being that he was not currently the owned and broken Husker that Angel had first met at the hotel, he could act as his old, free self would've.
And secondly, he knew that this was something Angel wanted more that he did, all he had to do was oblige. In a funny way, he was the one to lay the web of sorts, and all he had to do was make the spider come to him, and in this pre-contract version of himself, he was more than adept at games.
Husk reshuffled the deck as he nodded to the bartender towards Angel's depleting martini glass. The cat suavely guided the glass to the spider demon's lips to finish the drink, resting his other paw on the man's exposed thigh, causing Angel to shift by the unexpected and downright pushy touch. Just as quickly as it'd finished and been set down on the bar-mat, a fresh drink was already placed in Angels other hand. Husk ceased his touches to continue the trick. A slightly disoriented Angel took a sip of his new drink, expecting to grab the card off the top of the deck, having seen this trick before.
"Thanks for the fresh drink, but looks like it's a dud sweet cheeks, this isn't my card" The younger man says with mock-pity, flicking it back at him.
To his surprise, Husk stays composed, setting the deck on the bar counter, the stray card having been caught by his tail before hitting the ground is stacked neatly back in place. The cat-demon leans in close, casually sipping his drink in one hand, and grabbing one of Angel's spare hands on his lap and guiding it slowly, up his own leg up to his thigh. Angel lets the clawed hand guide his own and tries to not shiver at the sensation until he feels his skirt being lifted to expose his thigh again. Husk maintains eye-contact the whole time, before taking another nonchalant sip and his face stays neutral as Angel finally looks down to see his card, having already been tucked under his garter without him noticing.
Angel audibly gasps, impressed as he snaps the card from his garter.
"Oh shit! You sneaky fuck that was hot" he laughs genuinely.
Husk chuckles, unsure if that's his boyfriend breaking character or not, but decides to ignore it even if it was. It's no longer a begrudging admission to say he's actually having fun.
"That's the problem with brats like you" the ex-overlord teases. "You show your hand too early cause you're used to getting what you expect."
Angel stops laughing, and gives Husk a look that he can't decipher, but sees Angel's face turn red before taking a long drink.
"Alright Mr.Smooth Kitty, got any more gambling advise to bestow?" He replies sardonically, trying to seem unimpressed.
"Nothing that's not already obvious, I'm afraid. Gambling's all about being lucky sure, but it's also about paying attention to patterns."
"Isn't that cheating? Like counting cards?" Angel tries to retort.
"I mean sure, those are things you can definitely control in your favor" Husk offers knowingly, his voice rich and syrupy. "But there's also patterns with who you're playing with y'know. Like both times I touched you here," sharp claws graze Angel's thigh again, "Three out of three times it left little goosebumps behind."
Angel had to keep shifting to hide how absolutely hard he was. The night wasn't even over, but Angel really really wished he'd picked a place that had sex-rooms because any amount of waiting after their banter was excruciating in the best way. Even when they'd met in the hotel originally, it was always just a known fact that Angel would've fucked Husker in a millisecond, but if he'd ever known that his old persona in his overlord days was anything like this, he had already constructed a retroactive fantasy about who he'd rather have own his soul.
He kept that to himself though, as it felt inappropriate to say even for him, given both of their actual predicaments, but this fantasy was so fun, and he was warmed at the fact that Husk also seemed to be enjoying himself as he'd hoped he would.
"So, Mr.Dice-Blower you said?" Husk jokes gruffly, unable to stop himself from a downright lecherous look-over of his love, "In your professional opinion, how lucky do I seem tonight?"
Angel smirked, downing the last of is martini.
"I think it's starting to look up for us both actually."
The two barely made it across the street to the hotel Angel had booked prior. Angel was smart enough to know that is this scenario went well that there was no way they'd have made it all the way back to the Hazbin without detour-fucking in an alleyway.
It was a blur of hands, wings, and more hands until they finally made their way into the room. Their mouths stayed sloppily connected until Angel's hand caressed the bridge of his wing, causing the cat-demon to growl and shiver before tossing his scantily clad counterpart on the bed.
Though their engines were more than started by now, this was the moment of truth for Husk that he'd been wracking his brain about all day. Sure, Angel and him had prepared a safe-word and if anything he knew the younger man was more than knowledgeable about this kind of thing, but he still didn't want to disappoint him after the first half had gone so well.
Angel fell onto the bed less than gracefully, feeling a little rush if excitement in his chest at Husk looking down at him. It was invigorating, not being able to tell what the cat-demon was thinking. Usually, his face advertised his every mood and annoyance, catlike grumbles and twitches often telling on the older man, but tonight he was impossible for Angel to read, which only made it all more exciting. Their eyes met while Angel lifted himself back foreword to pull Husk closer by his tie, but a claw quickly grabbed his wrist.
"Watch it slut, this is a new suit" Husk warned, dark eyes fixed on Angel's, smirking wide enough his fangs glinted in the dim light.
Angel's heart felt as if it had freefallen into his stomach and rebounded back into place. Angel never had a doubt that Husk would be good at this, only if he would actually enjoy it or not. But he never anticipated how fuckin' hot he'd find him in the suit he'd picked. He acknowledged that even if it was just a line, Husk being protective over the gift just served to rile him up even more.
"Sorry Daddy, I'll be careful." Angel pouted apologetically, unclasping the little chain holding his form-fitting dress on his shoulders.
"S'alright sweetheart, you can make it up to me by getting to work" He said, his voice gravelly even through his smug grin.
Angel gave a little nod, keeping eye contact while his hands expertly freed Husk's thickening cock from it's fabric constraints, while the others moved to masterfully unbutton the suit coat for better access. The younger demon wondered if Husk had been straining under his clothes as hard as his own, and the internal question was answered by the thick cock in front of him that gave a little bounce as it sprung back up.
Angel could feel himself salivating as he wrapped his lips around the tip, moving his long tongue in a spiral a few times before sinking down. They both moaned in unison, as Angel went down slowly until the back touched his throat. His slick tongue moving over every curve and vein and little barb, the multitude if varying textures stimulating his own oral-fixation in the best ways. The little twitches he felt from Husk accompanied with the sloppy slurping was enough he could feel his own precum start to drip, making him pull his panties to the side to free himself as well.
Husk saw this, and his tail whipped Angel's lower hand before he could wrap it around his dick.
"I didn't say you could touch yourself you little whore. You're with me, so I decide when you get to feel good, got it?" The older demon barked sternly.
Angel gasped around the cock in his mouth and let out a pathetic whine, feeling it twitch again in his throat.
Husk grunted once more before grabbing Angel by the hair and pulling him off, a line of saliva still connecting Angel to him as he pulled him to eye level and gave him the filthiest kiss before tossing him onto the bed. Husk didn't even bother to undress Angel fully, only rip his panties off to let him be exposed fully before his claws wrapped about Angel's tiny waist, yanking the mans bottom half up to his mouth. Angel let out the most hoarse moan as Husk's rough, wet tongue enveloped him. While Angel tended to swirl and show off his own tongue skills, he much preferred Husk's feline lapping and sucking on his own dick.
"Oh, fuhhck, Hu- Daddy.. Hah, you don't- have to do that, I.."
Angel tried to gently guide him in the hint that if he kept going at this pace, he'd cum before they even got to fully fuck, but Husk wasn't having it.
"I don't have to do anything, slut. You're mine tonight, and I get to play with you however I want" He growled, his eyes blown so wide only faint rings of gold were visible.
Husk flipped him over, giving his ass a firm slap before effortlessly flipping the spiders lanky frame over to lick a sloppy trail from his leaking cock to his soft hole. Husk's tongue continued its assault on the sensitive nerves, letting out deep little moans and hums as he switched from his lapping to fucking his boyfriend open with it. Angel was always thankful for the cat-man's hidden skill, since his claws were to sharp to help open him up, and just as he was thinking he could stay like this for eternity, the tongue stopped.
"Oh, fuckin' shit" he said breathlessly, absolutely blissed out, barely coherent enough to hear the other man give a low, rumbling laugh.
"What a nice treat for me you taste so good baby, but I think we should move on to the main course don't you think?"
Angel was already too gone to act anymore. In his professional settings, he could always pull himself together but here with Husk it was like he was in another timeline. He gave a lazy nod and whatever excuse for an affirmative reply dribbled from his mouth while Husk repositioned them. Angel blinked a few times before he realized He was hovering over Husk's dick, lined up with his entrance and before he could check the stability of his legs to sink down, he felt the clawed hands still around his waist give a squeeze before they made the decision for him. Husk bottomed out almost immediately, and while it didn't hurt, the sudden nature actually did knock the wind out of him, stifling a moan that was replaced by a choked gasp. Even in their act, Husk was at least merciful enough to let Angel catch his breath and adjust before fucking up into him at rapid-fire pace.
Angel let himself be manhandled, only having to reposition his legs for support here and there to keep the rhythmic bouncing in time to the best of his ability. The smaller demon flipped them one last time so that he was back on top, letting the gorgeous demon lay on his back while he re-entered and pushed his long legs to his ears, continuing to fuck him into the mattress. Husk drilled into him, one hand holding a leg up and the other pumping Angel's cock in tandem with his thrusts.
"Oh fuck baby, if you're this good I might just keep you around as my little good-luck charm? I’d take the best care of you, what do you say sound like a good deal baby?"
Angel's breath hitched at the implication of the comment and wondered if Husk had caught onto his momentary fantasy from earlier. He tried to remember whatever line would've been clever to say back, but couldn't muster a coherent word. Husk caught onto his boyfriend's silence and gave the most smug cackle.
"What am I even saying? You're already mine, who needs a contract when I can see it on your pretty little face. You're already mine" He taunted smiling, eyes wild.
It only took a few more pumps and thrusts before the squelching noise and the feeling of liquid-fullness alerted Angel to his orgasm, pushing his own over the edge. They both looked at each other, their ragged breaths slowing in speed as they sunk into a kiss that appeared as if it would never stop. The air was still thick with the smell of sex and each breath held gravity when they connected, sinking into each other before they finally disconnected at the hips with a collective hiss.
Once Husk had cleaned them both up, letting Angel lay there, he waited for the younger man to roll over and look at him, unsure if he was supposed to keep up the act.
Angel's misty pink orbs fixed on his love, his eyelids droopy. "That was fuckin'... somethin' else Husky"
Husk exhaled heavily, glad in a bittersweet way he could resume his current self again.
"Yeah.. Sorry if I wasn't uh, rough enough I know you're not some frail little thing I just-"
Angel rolled closer to cut off his unnecessary apology. "No baby, everything's perfect. It wasn't even about that" he corrected, "Maybe try that another time, but this was everything and more. Did you have fun at least?"
"Yes." Husk blurted too quickly, making Angel hiccup out a little laugh in reply. Husk composed himself again. "It's um... I know I say I don't like when you act it up but in this context it’s pretty sexy. You being a little shit is actually pretty cute when I already love you. You probably would've thought I was actually a fucking asshole back in the day though."
"I dunno, you're pretty suave when you try to be. Wish I'd met you before someone else, then the chain might at least be bearable" he'd sighed beginning to turn away, Husk grabbed his chin to keep them looking at each other.
Husk have him a pitiful, guilt ridden look, before giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead. "No, it wouldn't. It's fine to think I look good in this pretty suit you got me, thanks by the way, but if I barely deserve you now, I definitely didn't deserve you then" he said curtly.
Angel smiled at his truthfulness, knowing he was probably right.
"Ha, no it was sexy Whiskers, just pretend. One of those toxic little fantasies to add to the pile" he winked and assured. "Alright high-roller, let’s count sheep before we gotta head back in the morning."
Husk pulled Angel close as they drifted off.
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A little while earlier
Meanwhile, the TV demon scrolled his feed on his phone, nonchalantly checking cameras around town the way that any sinner casually scrolls their Voxtagram. In his private video feed, he saw his partner-in-crime's favorite toy, Angel Dust chatting it up at a bar with some John doing card tricks. Usually he didn't concern himself in Valentino’s affairs, especially when that stupid little porn-demon was concerned if it was up to him.
Before he scrolled away, the suited figure wooing Angel looked like someone he'd recognized. Vox zoomed in the camera for a better look, noticing it was just that cat that was usually at the hotel with Alastor and the other Hazbin nuisances, nothing special there, but Val had been very explicit that if Vox saw Angel with anyone out and about, he was to tell him. Vox set his device to record and followed each camera from the bar and throughout the hotel to their chosen room. Luckily, this whole block with both the bar and shitty hotel he noticed was under his employ, not officially, but a smaller establishments they'd bough off, off-the-books as they usually did for their city-wide surveillance.
After the couple's tryst that Vox begrudgingly watched, he forwarded the video to his partner, with a little message attached.
You said you needed some ideas for a scene tomorrow, hope this provides some inspiration. :]