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Angel knew all about kinks. It was literally his job to know. He'd been asked to do all sorts of weird shit and the fact that he was in Hell only meant the metaphorical scale of what counted as weird was constantly growing. He didn't work with piss, shit, or vomit. He also didn't show his feet, ever. But that was usually about where his limits stayed and everything else was a matter of money. That didn't mean he was into everything he was asked to do, usually just indifferent. He was rarely surprised anymore, aside from when one of the fresher fallen made their way into his mental tally chart. Angel knew what he was personally into though, and it hadn't deviated much since dying.
Given all of this, it came as quite a surprise when Angel caught Alastor in a very rare yawn, large sharp teeth glinting in the dim light provided by the fireplace, and was struck with a very strong need to touch them. Alastor hadn't even been doing anything to warrant the attention. He was just sitting in his rocking chair, rocking himself gently as well as Angel seeing as the spider was halfway curled in his lap and halfway hanging off the chair due to sheer leg length. Nuggets was wedged somewhere between Alastor's thigh and the arm of the chair, under Angel's knee. They were listening to a soft, slow jazz collection while Alastor tapped out the melody with his fingers along Angel's arm, but that bit of tactile attention was the norm by now. There was absolutely no reason for Angel to be having the very vivid flight of fancy about counting his husband's teeth entirely by feel.
"Y' starin' sha." Alastor commented after his teeth clicked shut.
Angel shivered. Alastor misread the cause of it.
"I'll get'cha de afghan." Alastor offered, shifting Angel from his lap to go get the loosely knitted blanket from the basement where Angel had last used it to snuggle into while he watched Alastor work.
Angel let him go, allowing Alastor to believe he'd just been cold if only just to have a moment to get a hold of himself. Honestly, what the fuck even was that? Musical snuggle time was not the time for metaphorical no-reason-boners. He wrote it off as being pent up after a moment's thought, shrugging and deciding to up his client quota. He didn't actually have a quota since he wasn't working for anyone but himself. Still, if he was that worked up over seeing his husband yawn then he definitely needed to get something out of his system.
Before he could overthink much more Alastor was back with the blanket, cocooning him in it, and then it was back to music and snuggling and Alastor pretending he wasn't falling asleep.
It wasn't just biting, Angel decided after a very much overly expensive visit with a very tall owl with quite possibly the dirtiest mouth he had ever heard and that was saying a lot with Angel's experience. Stolas bit plenty, but had no teeth. The beak did absolutely nothing for more for Angel than biting normally did.
"If you left marks my husband's gonna be fuckin' pissed." Angel said, stepping into the ridiculously large and open bathroom to check himself over in the mirror. A smudge of dark red at his shoulder and a few scratches along the back of his thigh caught his attention.
"Sneaking around, are you?" Stolas asked, still sprawled over the bed on his back.
"No he knows what I do. He just don't like me gettin' hurt." Angel shrugged, unclipping the harness for the strap on he'd been wearing and tossing the dildo in the sink. "Motherfucker tryin' to rip my leg off..."
"Oh I barely grazed you." Stolas scoffed, sitting up and crossing his legs.
"If that's a graze I'd hate to see what you think an actual scratch is." Angel huffed, planting his leg up to plant a knee on the counter to pull out the vibrator he had in him. It was still on, so it was quite loud against the porcelain of the sink. He clicked it off and filled the sink with hot water to wash both toys.
Stolas watched him the whole time, openly curious. "I don't suppose I could persuade you to grant me another hour?"
"You paid for four." Angel warned, getting his toys washed and putting them in their respective bags befor putting both bags in a larger one. "My hips are fuckin' numb."
"Just for a chat!" Stolas assured.
"You been chattin' the whole four hours." Angel snorted, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway. "Ain't your wife due home soon?"
"She hasn't cared who I invite to my bed for several centuries now. It's just a marriage of status and I'd honestly prefer a lowly imp over her in any case." Stolas dismissed dryly. "I've had an imp here actually! He's crude and I had heard that imps were rather pitiful but in proportion to the rest of him he has an incredibly enormous co--"
"Good for you. If I ain't home by two in the mornin' there's gonna be a massacre. Nobody wants Smiles to have to come lookin' for me." Angel rolled his eyes, pulling his clothes on and slinging his bag over his shoulder.
"Fine…" Stolas hooted in a mockery of sadness. "Leave me to my lonely misery then."
Angel smiled and shook his head, heading out but almost immediately turning around. "I have a question, actually. You're into weird shit."
"I may have an answer." Stolas allowed.
"How far up the freak scale is it…" Angel began, hesitating a bit before finishing. "...that I want to play with my husband's teeth?"
"Personally, teeth fascinate me but I don't have any so I suppose that should be expected. For you though, fanged as you are… difficult to say. Elaborate?"
"Okay it's like… I don't wanna fuck his mouth. Actually kinda but that's not tooth related and he don't go for fuckin' anyway."
"Odd, given he's tethered himself to a whore." Stolas remarked.
"Shut the fuck up. Listen. I don't wanna fuck teeth I just wanna shove my hands in his mouth and wow that's probably just as bad. Does that count as fuckin'? We've done some shit that sorta counts as one way fuckin' cuz he just hates being messy. Jizz and spit are both out."
"You just answered yourself."
"Huh?"
"You said 'Spit is out.' just now." Stolas clarified.
"Yeah, mine is." Angel huffed. "It could be different if it's his."
"Offer to brush his teeth then and see how that goes." Stolas waved a hand. "Clearly cleanliness is a priority of his? He will view it as a favor and you get to touch his teeth all you want."
"You're a fuckin' genius Princey." Angel praised.
"I am aware." Stolas hooted, standing to escort Angel to the door despite being stark naked. "Best not to miss your curfew, hm?"