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Husk, usually so direct and cutthroat in conversation, found it really hard to ask for things in bed. Which was fine. Due to his observance, honed by years of gambling, bartending, and working for Alastor, who spoke in threats and riddles, it was easy for him to figure out what Angel wanted. He quickly memorized the spider’s preferences and followed them and his partner’s requests.
That wasn’t to say that Husk didn’t enjoy the sex. No, far from it. His dead heart felt alive again whenever he saw Angel lost in the bliss of intimacy. His breath hitched every time he was pounding into the spider at just the right angle, making Angel whimper with pleasure. He was close to finishing every time his partner kissed him in his signature wild but intimate way.
He loved the sex. Their relationship was the only thing in Hell worth living for, instead of just aimlessly existing. But sometimes, Husk felt this nagging want inside. He wanted something they hadn’t tried before. The cat was sure Angel would have agreed if he asked, but this was where the difficulties started.
Husk had to actually ask.
“Baby?” Angel pulled back, and the cat snapped back to reality. His partner was straddling his hips and was just about to kiss him when Husk got lost in his mind. “What’s up?”
“Oh, nothing. Sorry,” he leaned forward, chasing the interrupted kiss, but Angel stopped him by cupping his face in his palms.
“You dissociated. If I’m not allowed to brush it off, you’re not allowed to either. What happened?” Husk sighed, hiding his face in the spider’s chest. The soft fur and warmth radiating from Angel enveloped him, allowing the cat to pretend he was blushing because of the heat and not embarrassment.
“I was just thinking about something.” He grumbled, feeling the spider’s hands on his nape.
“Yeah? Care to share?” It should’ve been easy. Angel asked him for all sorts of things, and Husk never judged him. Surely, the spider wouldn’t do it either? His request wasn’t even that outrageous.
“Can you be on top?” He whispered, knowing that Angel wouldn’t hear. Out of the two of them, he was the one with exceptional hearing.
“Sorry, babe, come again?” Husk pulled back and leaned on the ton of pillows Angel had on his bed. They smelt like him, so the cat inhaled deeply, trying to be brave.
“Can you be the top today?” The spider blinked and then smiled widely. Anxiety, itching under Husk’s skin, subsided once he saw a welcoming reaction. “You don’t have to, if you’re not into it, I just…” Angel pressed his finger to his lips.
“Just to make sure that I understood right. You want to get dicked down?” Husk nodded, rolling his eyes at the wording. “Of course, we can do that.” Angel peppered his face with kisses, simultaneously caressing his sides. “You didn’t have to be so nervous about it.”
Husk turned his head to catch the spider’s lips. They kissed lazily, igniting a spark that died down with his dissociation. Angel dragged the cat’s t-shirt off, breaking their kiss only to tug it over his head. They quickly got rid of the other clothes, and once there were no more barriers between them, the spider pressed his chest to Husk’s. He brushed his tongue against the cat’s for the last time and moved lower, licking and biting his neck. Husk relaxed into the touch, tethered to the present by Angel’s weight on his torso and his pointy teeth teasing the gentle skin.
“Spread your legs, babe.” The spider propped himself up using his upper arms and used the lower set to trace the outsides of Husk’s thighs, plucking a sigh from his lips. The cat followed his request, and Angel traced a finger across his lower abdomen, making Husk jerk his hips.
The spider giggled teasingly and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. The cat huffed, missing the touch, but Angel quickly got back to it, wrapping his fingers around his shaft. Husk choked on air, so impatient that he immediately started to pump into the spider’s fist. Angel let him for a few moments and then squeezed his cock at the base, while pinning his hips with the other hand. Husk whined, forgetting about restraint and dignity for a second.
“I’m gonna prep you, aight?” The cat frantically nodded, needing some type of stimulation, anything. “You will tell me if it hurts or if you want to stop, yeah?” Husk agreed again, trying to wiggle his hips.
Angel kissed his forehead and let go of his cock completely, instead using his hand to stroke him all over. He lubed up the other hand and started circling the cat’s back door, making sure it was nice and slippery. Once satisfied, Angel dipped his finger inside, just testing, and Husk immediately tensed. “It’s ok.” He pecked him on the nose. “Relax into it.” The cat exhaled, releasing the tension. Angel pushed a bit harder, his finger sinking to the first knuckle.
They slowly worked, the spider lubing him up again and again, and Husk learning to let go, to not resist. When Angel started steadily pumping his long finger inside, the cat felt a certain spot that sent a jolt up his spine when he hit it. He moaned, and Angel curled his finger, slamming into it more consistently. Husk grabbed one of the arms the spider was leaning on for purchase and started to move too, chasing the pleasure.
Angel added the second finger, inserting faster than the first. Still, he slowed the pace, letting the cat adjust, but Husk whimpered and sped up himself. “Take your time, there’s no rush.” The spider cooed.
“There is a rush.” Husk choked out, feeling all the blood drain to his cock. That spot inside was starting to pulsate, and he knew that he didn’t have long. “I want you.”
“But I’m already here, baby. What else do you want?” The spider wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t tease him. He must’ve known what Husk meant, cause he did start to tap a third finger near his entrance.
“Damn you, Angel, I want your dick! Satisfied?” Angel grinned and kissed him. Husk could’ve sworn he could taste the smugness on his lips.
By the time he could take three fingers, the cat was on the verge of losing his mind. Angel’s tongue was played with his, his arm splayed across his midsection, holding Husk together, and his fingers steadily pumping inside him. Touching the part of him no one else came close to. The intimacy and pleasure of it were overwhelming, and yet, there was one thing missing.
“Angel, please.” Husk doubted he ever pleaded so desperately. And he has done a fair share of pleading during his existence.
“Ok, baby, ok. You’re taking my fingers so well, I think you’re ready.” The praise by itself sent electricity up his spine, but that was quickly followed by an awful feeling of emptiness when the spider pulled out. “Roll on your side.” Panting, Husk obeyed, room air too cold against his burning skin.
The spider kissed his back while lining himself up. Despite preparation, Husk tensed for a moment again but then gave in to Angel’s soothing touch. Now that he didn’t have to hold himself up, the spider could use all four hands, and soon the cat felt like he was gripping him everywhere. Distracted by Angel’s skilled fingers, he missed the moment when the spider pushed inside.
Husk held his breath, relishing in the fullness he felt. Inch by inch, Angel bottomed out, whispering in his ear how good he was, how tight, how perfect. They froze, the cat’s back flush against the spider’s chest. Husk found one of the Angel’s hands and intertwined their fingers, bringing their clasped palms to his lips. He needed something to hold on to. If it was his choice, he would’ve crawled under Angel’s skin and stayed there, forever fused with the spider.
Obviously, he couldn’t do that. But this position, this was a very close second.
Angel started moving, and Husk fell apart almost instantly. He didn’t orgasm yet, but the pleasure was rising up inside him, dissolving him into a whimpering mess. Just like with asking, Husk also had a problem with being vocal. They were working on it, and letting go was easier now, but this time, he didn’t even feel the urge to keep quiet. Satisfaction broke every wall he ever put up, and Husk was grinding against Angel, whispering his name, moaning, and whimpering. At the moment, he didn’t care if he sounded pathetic.
The spider told him he was perfect and only went harder with each plea from Husk’s lips. That was all that mattered.
Husk exploded with a low growl, slamming his hand, still clasped with Angel’s, into the mattress. The pleasure spilled inside, flooding him, taking him under. This time, he didn’t mind sinking. Husk relaxed, while the spider continued moving, running after his own release. It didn’t take long for Angel to finish inside him.
Husk curled up on himself, warm, happy, and exhausted. The spider pulled out and hugged him from behind, combing his fur and talking him through the subsiding waves. Once the cat’s breathing went from panting to measured inhales, he turned around and pressed into Angel, refusing to let go. The spider laughed kindly and rested his chin on top of Husk’s head.
“Was that up to your expectations?” Angel scratched behind his ear, and Husk purred, leaning into it.
“That was better.” He grumbled, feeling his eyelids getting heavy.
“Yeah? So does that mean next time you will ask for what you want right away?”
“I… I will try.” Angel giggled, and Husk rolled his eyes affectionately.
“That’s good enough.”
Angel rolled them over so that Husk was lying on top of him. They slowly drifted off to sleep, warmed by the closeness more than by the physical exertion.