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Angel's birthday was in a few days, and he couldn’t fucking wait. He and Cherri were going clubbing, and he had the next day off so they could party until dawn. He was trying to find the perfect outfit to wear when his phone meowed at him, which was the message notification sound he had selected specifically for Husk.
His heart pounded as he rushed for the phone to read the text.
Things had been great between them after that first night he had stayed. They had fallen asleep on the couch and Husk had even made him breakfast the next day.
In the month that followed, they had met up several more times, all work-related. The only thing that had changed was Husk would always ask Angel if he could stay longer, and he did if Val wasn’t expecting him back.
It was like they were different people in those moments. Husk would drop his reviewer persona and Angel his porn star one, and they’d just be Husk and Angel. The other man would kiss him, hold him, and never tried to fuck him. It was confusing, but Angel liked it so much he didn’t want to ask questions, worried he’d scare Husk off if he did.
The text was brief, like all their exchanges.
Kitty: You free Monday?
Angel chewed his lip. That was his birthday. He knew Cherri would be disappointed, but Husk never initiated meetings. It was always Angel and only when Val told him to go.
He sent Cherri a quick message.
Angel: Husk wants to hang Monday. Would you be pissed if I said yes?
Cherri responded quickly with three eggplant emojis.
Cherri: Get that dick! We can do your birthday shit another day! Just text me the details after or we aren’t speaking ever again.
He smiled and went back to Husk’s conversation.
Angel: Want me to come over?
Kitty: Yeah, but let’s go out at 6. Wear something nice, okay?
Angel’s cheeks flushed. Out? They never went out. Was this a date? He sent a screenshot to Cherri, who sent him a shocked face emoji and a thumbs up.
He responded to Husk with a ‘K’ and was going to send a heart, but deleted it. He didn’t want to get too excited. Husk had probably gotten a new idea for a script and wanted to do some role-play to test it out.
Still, getting a good fuck for his birthday was a pretty great outcome.
He shifted his focus to finding something classy to wear instead of a clubbing outfit. His heart thrummed in anticipation.
On his birthday, Angel arrived five minutes early at Husk’s place, a nervous tension in his stomach. He had never been nervous when he came here before. Excited? Absolutely! Horny? No doubt! Nervous? Never.
Husk hadn’t said how nice to dress, but Angel was of the opinion that ‘over’ was always better than ‘under’. He had chosen a black floor-length straight-cut gown with a slit that went all the way to his upper thigh. He hadn’t been able to help himself and had worn a garter belt with lacy stockings, something Husk always liked. The dress had a plunging back that ended just above where his ass crack started. The front was a sweetheart neckline, and his fluff was spilling out from the top. He had opted for bright red sequin flats, not wanting to tower over Husk in heels. He hadn’t worn much makeup, just a little mascara to make his eyes pop.
He held his small red purse for dear life and knocked on the door.
Husk opened it so quickly Angel wondered if he had been standing on the other side waiting. Angel's eyes widened when he saw that Husk was wearing a well-tailored black suit with gold trim and buttons, his usual messy hair slicked back. He had a white shirt underneath his jacket and a red tie that conveniently matched Angel's shoes and purse.
“You look amazing!” they both blurted out at the same time and laughed.
Husk reached a hand out and Angel took it, letting himself be swept into the apartment. Husk closed the door and eyed Angel up and down, over and over again.
Angel was so red by now he was pretty sure his skin matched Husk’s tie too. Husk had seen him in various stages of undress over the months, but the look on his face now was not the usual lust. His smile was wide, his ears perked up, his eyes bright.
He lifted a finger and did a ‘spin’ gesture, and Angel complied, doing a little twirl.
“Every time I see you, I don’t think you can get any more perfect. Then you prove me the fuck wrong,” Husk said while stepping closer.
“Well... don’t you have your charm turned up to eleven today, Kitty?”
“Those fucking legs. I want to fall to my knees right now and suck your cock while you wrap one of those legs around me. Unfortunately, we have a reservation.”
“For fuck's sake, Husk! You can’t just say something like that and not do it.”
“Later, I promise.” Husk lifted one of Angel's hands to his lips and kissed his knuckles. “I’ll do all sorts of things to that body later.”
Angel felt himself grow hard, and he looked down, noting the dress did not do a great job hiding it.
“Always so ready for me.”
Husk cupped him through the dress gently, his eyes shining with mischief. He stroked his cock through the material, and Angel panted.
Just as quickly as he had started, Husk removed his hand and turned away, heading towards the kitchen.
“You suck!” Angel shouted at his back, and Husk chuckled.
“No. You’re angry because I’m not sucking.”
“Your jokes suck too!” He crossed both sets of his arms petulantly.
When Husk turned around, Angel saw he had a bouquet of red roses in his hand.
“These are for you.”
Angel’s hand shot to his mouth in surprise. He uncrossed his arms and reached out to take the flowers.
“They’re beautiful, Kitty. Thank you.”
“You deserve more than just flowers, but we'll save that for after dinner. Ready to head out?”
Angel nodded eagerly and placed his bouquet down on the coffee table for later.
Husk had a limo waiting outside, and he opened the back door for Angel to slide in, then scooted next to him. He told the driver to go ahead through the open partition and they headed off.
“You really went all out, Kitty. You know I’d fuck you without the theatrics, right?”
“Oh, I know.” Husk took Angel’s chin in his fingers. “I could get you begging for my cock with just my tongue. Or maybe just a single claw?”
Angel felt a claw scrape against his exposed thigh and shivered.
“Then what’s this all about?” Angel asked, licking his lips nervously.
Husk didn’t answer. Instead, he used his fingers gripping Angel's chin to pull him to him. Their lips met and Angel sighed in pleasure. Husk nipped at his lip, and he opened for him, letting Husk drag his tongue across his own. He became hard again as Husk led them in a slow, sensual dance with their mouths, his purr filling the limo.
Angel reached out with all four of his hands, two grasping at Husk's nape, two on his thighs, sliding them up to see if Husk was also turned on. Angel hummed appreciatively when he felt Husk's erection straining against his pants.
“We’re here, sir,” the driver said, pulling them both back to reality.
“Stop giving me boners in this dress,” Angel whined.
Husk's smile was devious. Husk exited the limo, then held his hand out for Angel, helping him from the vehicle.
They were in front of an Italian cabaret Angel had always wanted to go to but had no one to go with. It wasn’t Cherri’s scene, and who else would he ask? Valentino? The waitlist was also months long, and it was fucking expensive.
He lit up, looking at Husk excitedly. “How did you know I’d want to come here?”
“Based on the movies you’ve picked for us to watch; I thought it would be your style. Figure Italian would also win me some points.”
“Well, you were right!”
Angel pulled Husk through the doors. It was beautiful inside, the decor reminiscent of the 1920s. The seating was around a large circular stage.
Husk gave his name to the host, who showed them to a two-person table close to the stage. She told them the show would start in twenty minutes and left them menus.
The next two hours were filled with delicious food and a great show. It turned out Husk wasn’t just good at selecting whiskey, but wine as well, and they left the cabaret a little tipsy. The limo was waiting, and they went in.
Angel was feeling giddy, and when they started moving, he straddled Husk on the seat. The slit in his dress was high enough that it was easy to pull the dress aside with one hand, exposing his garter belt and lace panties.
“That was so much fun, but I'm ready for part two now,” he whispered in Husk's ear.
Husk hit a button on the door and the partition went up, blocking the driver’s view.
He rested his hands on Angel’s ass. “I still have a couple things to give you when we get back,” he said, kissing a trail up Angel’s neck.
Angel leaned his head to the side to allow the other man better access, his fingers digging into Husk’s shoulders. “You’re being so weird today.”
“Am I?” Husk nipped at Angel’s neck, then licked the spot.
“Yeah, this isn’t how we do things.” He was just drunk enough to have lost his filter. “We fuck. That’s what we do.”
“We don’t always just fuck.” Husk was hard, and he ground up, making Angel moan.
“I guess you’re right. You’ve been acting weird for a while.”
Husk moved one of his hands to the front of Angel's panties, cupping his quickly growing erection. “Do you not like it?” Husk asked.
“I do like it.” Angel pushed himself against Husk's hand, groaning at the contact.
“Then why are you complaining?” Husk put his hands down the front of Angel’s panties and gripped his cock. He bit Angel's neck again, hard enough that he cried out in surprise. “You’re being awfully bad right now, Legs.”
“Legs?” Angel asked, breathing in short pants.
“Yeah, because you have the best fucking legs in Hell.”
Husk moved to the other side of his neck and bit down there too. Angel shuddered in pleasure.
“See what I mean? Now you’ve even changed what you’re calling me? How is that not weird?”
“You better watch it, Legs. I’m going to have to punish you if you keep calling me weird.”
“You’re being weird,” Angel breathed out into Husk’s ear.
Husk removed his hand from Angel's dick and slapped him on the ass. Angel groaned and ground himself down harder on Husk’s lap.
“I didn’t know giving you wine was going to make you so mouthy.”
“I’m not being mouthy. I’m just asking questions.”
“Well stop and just enjoy yourself.”
Husk slapped Angel's ass again, then moved a hand to the back of his neck. He pulled Angel's head down, so their lips met. The kiss was messy and desperate. Angel continued to grind against him, pushing forward so his cock was rubbing against Husk’s jacket. He started unbuttoning the other man's pants, but Husk laid a hand on his to stop him.
“We don’t have enough time, or lube, for me to fuck you properly in here,” he said, pulling away from their kiss.
“I have lube in my purse.”
“Why the fuck do you have lube in your purse?”
“I was going out with you. Of course, I brought lube.”
Husk chuckled and slapped Angel’s ass again.
“Hey! Wasn’t that me being good?”
“It was, but you're still being mouthy.”
Angel pulled away and slid down Husk's body. “You know a great way to shut me up?”
Husk let Angel kneel on the limo floor, then grabbed his hair. “Unbutton my pants, Legs,” he ordered, and Angel obeyed.
Husk was hard and ready for him. He waited for permission before continuing, looking up at Husk in desperation.
“So patient, what a good boy.” Husk stroked his cheek with his free hand. “Now make yourself choke on my dick.”
Angel didn’t waste a second, closing his mouth over Husk and taking him all the way to the base. Husk hissed with pleasure and moved Angel’s head up and down with the hand in his hair. Angel gripped Husk’s thighs with two hands and used his other two to move his panties out of the way so he could touch himself. He moaned; the sound muffled as Husk fucked his mouth.
“I had different ideas for how this night was going to go, but you just had to ruin my plans.”
Angel would argue he had improved whatever plans Husk had had, but his mouth was full.
“Maybe after this, you’ll be good for me and let me be in control.”
That’s how it was with them; Angel could be the powerful one even when Husk was thrusting down his throat, his hair firmly trapped in the other man's grasp.
He felt the car stop and heard the partition lowering. Husk shouted out, “Go around the block again!” The partition raised back up without a response, and Angel felt the limo moving again.
“Okay, Legs. You have five minutes to make me cum. Think you can do that?”
“Mhmm!”
Angel took hold of Husk’s pants on either side and pulled them down more, giving him better access to the area. Without taking his mouth off Husk, he reached for his purse.
“Wait a minute, what are you doing?” Husk growled. He released Angel’s hair, and Angel removed his mouth.
“Using all the tools I have.”
Husk laughed and sat back, shifting himself so Angel had full access. “Well, I can’t argue with that then.”
Angel grinned, then swallowed Husk's dick again.
He took out the small bottle of lube and squirted some on his finger. Making Husk cum with just his mouth would be easy, but he thought this would be a lot more fun for them both. He used one hand to cup Husk's balls, then he carefully inserted a finger into his ass. Husk groaned and put his hand back on Angel’s head, grasping his hair in a tight grip.
Angel massaged Husk’s prostate, causing his body to shudder.
“You’ve gotten so good at that, Legs. You learn so well.”
Angel added a second finger and continued his rhythm while increasing his suction on Husk’s cock.
It took less than the five minutes he was given for Husk to become a mess of groans and twitches.
“I’m so fucking close,” Husk panted. “I’m going to cum down your throat and you’re going to swallow every drop.”
Husk had never cum in Angel’s mouth before, always saying he had to hold off, so he’d be able to still fuck him. They were rarely together long enough for a second round, and when they were, Husk kept wanting to do non-sex-related things.
Angel was so turned on by it and had already brought himself so close with his hand that his orgasm hit him like a truck. His body shuddered, and he moaned around Husk’s cock as his cum ran through his fingers.
“Oh fuck, did you just cum while sucking my cock? You’re such a good boy, Legs. Now swallow for me.”
He felt Husk twitch in his mouth and hot liquid poured down his throat. He swallowed it all, only removing his fingers and his mouth when he was sure the other man was done.
“Holy shit, Legs.” Husk laid his head back on the seat. “I knew cumming in your mouth would be amazing.”
“I’m glad you finally did. I’ve been waiting to taste you for months.” Angel licked his lips. “So yummy.”
“Thank the pineapple juice that you hate so much. Balances out all the smoking and drinking,” Husk laughed.
“Just don’t drink any, then kiss me. Nasty stuff.”
“I think you’re the only person who hates the taste of pineapple but not smoke.”
“I like being unique,” Angel said with a wink.
He laid a quick kiss on Husk’s thigh and reached in his purse for the wipes he had also stashed in there. He cleaned himself and Husk off, throwing the wipes back in his purse to throw out later.
Husk pulled his pants up, and Angel lifted himself back on the seat. Husk grabbed him around the waist and tugged him into his lap. He kissed him and Angel felt his heart pound at how affectionate he was being.
Even after they had kissed that first time, they still didn’t do it when they had sex. Husk was always so focused on the scene, the teaching, that kissing was never on the menu. He liked this, though. He liked the way Husk wanted that type of contact, more intimate to him than any fuck.
The limo stopped again and this time, when the partition went down, Husk thanked the driver as he and Angel exited. They headed back up to his apartment, hand in hand.
Angel kicked off his shoes as soon as they entered, never worried about showing his feet anymore.
“Okay, the next part of the night can begin now,” Husk said, heading over to his bedside table.
Angel went to follow him, figuring they were going to fuck, but Husk held out a hand.
“No, go sit on the couch and close your eyes.”
“Is this the day you finally kill me and wear my skin?”
“What the fuck? Is that actually something you’ve worried about?” Husk sounded incredulous and Angel laughed.
“It was a passing thought the first time we met.”
“That’s all kinds of fucked up, Legs. But no, I like you very much alive.”
“What a relief.” Angel went to the couch and closed his eyes as he was told.
Husk rustled around for a while, and Angel heard something drop onto the table.
“Keep them closed!” Husk said, then Angel heard him head over to the kitchen.
The fridge opened, more rustling, a lighter being flicked.
Husk came back to the couch, and Angel felt the seat move beneath him as he sat next to him.
“Okay, open your eyes!”
Angel did, and what was in front of him made his lip tremble. It was a small cake, with 'Happy Birthday Angel' written on it, decorated in white frosting and pink flowers and slices of almonds all around it. A single pink candle was in the middle, burning brightly. Next to it was a purple wrapped gift with a big black bow.
“Happy birthday!” Husk exclaimed.
Angel took a deep breath, trying not to cry at the gesture.
“How did you know it was my birthday?” he asked.
“You’ve done tons of interviews, and they’ve asked you before. I was kind of nervous you had given a fake one, but I didn’t want to ruin the surprise by asking. When you said you’d meet me today, I was really worried it was wrong because I figured you’d already have plans.”
“I canceled them,” Angel told him.
He finally looked at Husk, who was smiling from ear to ear.
“You canceled your birthday plans to spend the night with me?” he asked, reaching out to stroke his thumb across Angel’s cheek.
“Yeah.” Angel looked away, embarrassed at his sentimentality.
Husk’s hand dropped and Angel mourned the contact.
“Before you blow out the candle, let’s do this right. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you,” Husk sang in a deep baritone.
Angel hadn’t known he could sing. His talents seemed endless. Even singing such a silly song was soothing and beautiful to his ears.
“Happy birthday dear—”
“My real name is Anthony,” Angel cut him off impulsively, needing to hear Husk say it.
“Happy birthday, dear Anthony! Happy Birthday to you!” Husk finished, not missing a beat at Angel’s revelation, then leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
Angel sat staring at the cake, paralyzed by the thoughts running through his head. Did Husk actually care about him? This was a lot to do for someone you just wanted to fuck.
“You have to blow out the candle and make a wish,” Husk whispered.
Angel snapped back to himself. “Right!” He leaned over, trying to think of a wish.
‘I wish I could stay as happy as I am in this moment for the rest of my afterlife.’
He blew out the candle, and Husk clapped.
“You’re so cheesy,” Angel said, trying to hide how emotional he was feeling.
“Don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation as a grumpy reviewer to upkeep. Now open your gift!”
Angel grabbed the box off the table, admiring the wrapping and the bow. He slowly undid the ribbon, relishing the feeling of being given a gift. He took off the lid and inside was a pink plushie hellspawn piglet. Angel squealed, removing the toy and holding it out in front of him to get a good look. It was adorable, with little brown spots and tiny spikes on its body.
“You had mentioned you always wanted a pet pig, but getting you a pet seemed like a pretty big deal. So, I figured this would do for now.”
“It’s perfect!” He hugged it to his chest. “I will call him Fat Nuggets.”
“What kind of name is that?” Husk laughed.
“A perfect one!”
Angel put the pig back in the box and turned to face Husk. He felt like a teenager as he nervously leaned in and placed his lips on Husk’s. Butterflies flapped in his stomach as Husk enveloped him in a hug, his wings joining his arms to encompass Angel completely. Husk purred happily against him as they got lost in each other’s mouths.
The kiss grew in intensity, both gasping against each other, their hands groping for whatever body part of the other they could find. Angel tried to get Husk’s jacket off, and together they managed to remove it. He then unbuttoned Husk's shirt, running a hand through the fur on his muscular chest as more of it was exposed.
Husk broke the kiss and pulled away, making Angel grumble in annoyance.
“Wait, I forgot. I had a whole thing planned for the next part.”
‘There he is,’ Angel thought, finding himself smiling fondly.
Husk could always be relied upon for his meticulous scenario planning.
Husk stood up, adjusting his shirt. He put his hands on his hips, wings spread out, tail flicking.
“Your last present is me! Time to unwrap it.”
Angel burst out laughing and Husk joined him in it.
“Thought you’d get a kick out of that.”
“You’re such a fucking dork,” Angel chuckled, wiping his eyes.
“Funny enough, only when it comes to you.” Husk came back to sit next to Angel on the couch and cupped his cheek. “When you laugh, your eyes light up. I thought your horny eyes were the best ones, but I think I like these more. It’s worth being a bit stupid to get to see them.”
Angel felt his skin heat in a blush, and it took all his willpower not to rub his cheek against Husk’s hand. He was pretty sure he’d be purring if he was a cat demon.
“Did you want some cake before I fuck you ‘til you can’t think straight?” Angel squeaked in surprise and Husk chuckled. “Ah, and here are the horny eyes.”
Angel gathered his wits and reached out to put some icing on his finger. “Maybe we can do both and I can lick this icing off of you?” He stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking on it loudly.
“You already got me in your mouth today. When’s it my turn?”
“It’s my birthday! Why would you get to eat all the icing?”
Husk lifted an eyebrow. “So, you don’t want me to suck your dick?”
“Well, I didn’t say that.”
Husk ran his hands through the slit of Angel’s dress, moving to cup him above his panties. He stroked a thumb across the area and Angel felt himself stir.
“I’m warning you right now, Legs, if you want to keep this damn dress in one piece, you’re going to have to take it off right the fuck now.”
Angel jumped away, getting off the couch. “You have destroyed way too much of my shit already, Kitty.”
He’d already lost six pairs of underwear, four garter belts and matching stockings, two pieces of lingerie, and a pair of shorts. He turned his back to Husk and removed the dress slowly, letting it pool around his hips before dropping it fully, so he was standing in just his thong, garter belt, and stockings.
He peeked over his shoulder so he could see Husk’s face as he took in the sight. His pupils were dilated, and his gold eyes were glowing in the dim light.
He stood up from the couch and moved around to Angel’s front. “Get up against the wall,” he instructed, lightly pushing Angel to the one beside the door.
Once Angel was flat against it, Husk dropped to his knees. He hooked his fingers into Angel’s panties and lowered them down, so his dick popped free, fully erect now. He unclipped the garter belt from his stockings so he could move his thong slowly down his legs all the way to the floor. Angel stepped out of it, and Husk shoved it in his pocket.
“I’m not getting that back, am I?”
“Nope!” Husk winked at him, then grabbed the back of Angel's right thigh. Husk lifted it so it was on his shoulder, Angel's calf brushing his wings. “Do you trust me?” Husk asked, his hand now circling Angel’s left thigh.
“Yes,” Angel breathed, trembling in anticipation.
Husk helped him move his other leg over his shoulder. He held on to Angel’s ass, holding him up with seemingly no effort. Angel twined the fingers of two of his hands in Husk’s hair, bracing the other two against the wall.
Husk leaned forward and began licking Angel’s cock, from balls to tip, torturously slowly. Angel’s hands tightened their hold on Husk, and he thrust forward, desperate for more contact.
“Be patient, Legs. We have all night.” Husk continued his torment, licking every inch of Angel until he was a quivering mess of need.
“Please,” Angel whined, his voice barely sounding like his own.
“Please what?” Husk asked, circling the head with his tongue.
“You do this every fucking time,” Angel groaned.
“Hearing you beg for it is the greatest thing in my afterlife.”
Angel snorted. “Sadist.”
“I'm not a sadist, but one day I'll tie you the fuck up and show you how lenient I've been so far.”
“Sign me up for that lesson,” Angel panted, his hips gyrating, his fingers grasping at the wall.
“Another time,” Husk assured him. “Now ask me nicely for what you want, Legs.”
“Please suck my cock, Kitty. Please make me cum for you.”
“Good boy. You get rewarded when you listen,” Husk praised, then enveloped Angel fully in his mouth.
Angel cried out, thrusting his hips, trying to get himself deeper into the other man’s mouth.
Husk's purr started and Angel babbled as the rumble shot through his body.
“Your fucking purr is going to be the end of me. Feels so fucking good. No one sucks my dick as good as you.”
Husk squeezed Angel’s ass tightly as he continued to move him in and out of his mouth. Angel pulled out his third set of arms to brace himself against the wall and push himself harder into Husk. He was losing control fast, despite having orgasmed already only a short while ago.
“I’m so close. Please, let me cum in your mouth. Please, Kitty.”
Angel was relieved when Husk didn’t stop like he always did when he was close, instead sucking him in earnest. A moan tore from Angel’s throat, four of his hands desperately grasping at Husk as he came. When he was done, he stayed propped against the wall, trying to regulate his breathing. Husk removed his mouth, and Angel could hear he was still purring.
“You taste so good. Didn’t need any icing,” Husk sighed happily.
“Without pineapple juice!”
Husk nipped at his thigh, making Angel moan. “Such a fucking brat today. You’re lucky it’s your birthday.”
Angel gave Husk a mischievous grin. He watched as Husk rubbed his cheek against his right thigh, then the left. Angel wanted to kiss him, but he felt too shy to ask.
“You think you’re going to be ready for more later?” Husk asked. “I’m not done with you yet.”
“Give me like fifteen minutes.”
“Wow, if I knew you could rebound that fast, I’d have made you cum multiple times every time you were here.”
“Well, now I’m just disappointed. You should have known my rebound time is legendary,” Angel teased.
“I'll keep that in mind.” Husk looked at Angel, a triumphant smile on his face. “I like your eyes like this too, when you’re completely satisfied. You never look like that after a scene in your movies. I like to think I’m the only one who has ever seen it.”
“You are,” Angel said earnestly, but Husk just laughed, giving his ass a squeeze.
“Think you can stand if I put you down?”
“Maybe.”
Husk helped him move his legs from his shoulders back down to the floor. They were shaky, so Husk picked him up bridal style and brought him to the couch, laying him down. Husk situated himself under Angel’s legs like they had done so many times before. It felt comfortable and natural. Angel let his head fall back on the couch and stretched, pulling his third set of arms back into himself.
“Your stockings are falling off,” Husk noted, playing with the edge of one that had slipped to Angel’s knee.
“You unhooked them from the belt. What did you expect?”
“Can I—”
“If you are going to end that sentence with shred them, I’m going to be pissed, Kitty.”
Husk shut his mouth.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. You can take them off me, but keep them in one piece.”
“You’re so boring sometimes,” Husk sighed.
He rolled the stockings down one at a time, throwing them into a pile next to the couch, then removed the garter belt and threw it too. He ran his hands up and down Angel's legs, purring softly.
“Thanks for coming today.”
“Twice!” Angel announced proudly, and Husk laughed.
“I meant coming over. Going out with me,” Husk said. “Canceling your plans.”
“I should be thanking you. This is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”
“You haven’t even tried the cake yet. I got it at this bakery that specializes in Italian desserts. It’s a rum cake.”
Angel sat up so quickly his head spun.
“Are you fucking serious? Where are your forks? Do you have a Moka pot for espresso?”
“I didn’t expect this level of enthusiasm, but let me get you a fork. And yes, I do have a Moka pot. I got some fresh ground beans when I was out too.”
“I haven’t had that shit since I was alive. Husk, you are the fucking best!”
“I try.” Husk kissed Angel’s cheek, then went to the kitchen.
He prepared the espresso and brought two small cups of it over to the table along with two forks.
Angel hummed happily, taking his fork and grabbing a mouthful of cake. It tasted exactly like the ones his mother used to buy for his birthday.
Memories of his life flashed before him as he chewed. All those precious birthdays shared with his twin, when he was still a kid and his family was together and happy, of him being Anthony and not Angel Dust. His life hadn't been perfect, far from it, but he still missed the good times fiercely.
He took a sip of the espresso to hide his face, not wanting Husk to see the tears pricking at the corner of his eyes. Husk still noticed and reached out a finger to wipe one of the tears away.
“Shit, are you okay?”
“Yeah. It just brings back memories is all. Memories of before I became Angel Dust.”
He put his cup and fork down, feeling more than a little self-conscious crying on Husk’s couch, completely naked.
Husk pulled him into a hug, wrapping his arms and wings around him. Angel hugged him back, inhaling his scent like a drug.
“Thanks again. For all of this,” Angel said.
“Anytime, Legs. Anything you ever need, I’ll be here for you.”
Angel was taken aback by that, his body stiffening. His mind desperately trying to reconcile the two sides of Husk into one. The gruff and patient teacher who fucked like the devil, and this man who made him feel like his afterlife was worth living.
“Guess I'm being weird again, huh?” the other man asked, his voice without its usual confidence.
“Yeah, but I think I like it,” Angel said shyly, giving into his impulses and rubbing his cheek against the top of Husk’s head, between his ears.
“I really like you, Angel. I know it’s only been a few months of us fucking for your job, but...” Husk trailed off. He scraped his claws lightly down Angel's back as he continued to embrace him.
“I really like you too. The fucking and the other stuff,” Angel said, feeling bashful despite everything the two of them had done together.
Husk let out a deep breath he must have been holding. He squeezed Angel tighter, his purr starting up as he rubbed his face into Angel's neck. Angel's heart pounded in his chest as he wondered if birthday wishes were a real thing, and he had just been doing them wrong all the years before.
“When it’s just us, you can call me Anthony. I mean, if you want to,” Angel ventured.
“Is that what you want?” Husk asked, pulling back to look at him.
“I don’t know. I just thought maybe it’d be nice to be him again sometimes. When I feel safe being just me.”
“Okay, Anthony,” Husk said, and Angel’s stomach clenched at hearing it. It felt right when Husk said it. He hadn’t used that name since he started working for Valentino, preferring to use his stage name. It was easier to keep up the persona that way.
Angel leaned in and kissed him, wanting to keep this heady feeling of elation going. Husk kissed him slowly and passionately. He tasted like the cake and espresso. He tasted like home.
Husk's claws scraped up and down Angel’s sides. His body was so used to reacting to Husk that the small gesture was all it took for need to crash through him. He climbed onto Husk’s lap, wanting to feel more of him. His hands worked to finally remove Husk’s shirt, carefully maneuvering it from his wings to toss it aside. He reached down and started working on Husk’s pants.
Husk pulled away from him, cupping his face in his hands. “Woah, are you really good to go again?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
Angel tugged on Husk’s pants until he lifted his hips so Angel could pull both them and his boxers down, careful of his tail. Husk helped him to get them down to his ankles, then kicked the clothes away from them. Angel stroked the fingers of two hands down Husk's wings, another gripping the back of his neck to keep their lips together, and the last finding him hard and ready.
Angel moved a hand from Husk's wings to reach behind him, trying to find his purse on the table where he had left it, desperate to not break contact with Husk’s mouth. All he managed to do was get a bunch of cake on his hand.
“What are you doing?” Husk laughed, breaking the kiss despite Angel’s sound of protest.
“Looking for my purse,” he grumbled, bringing his hand to his mouth to lick off the cake. Husk grabbed it before he could and licked it off himself, being very thorough. He took two of Angel’s fingers in his mouth and sucked on them, making Angel shudder. Husk grinned and released them.
“Why do you want your purse?”
“Lube!” Angel growled out, frustrated by how strong his desire was.
“How are you this horny? You’re acting like you didn’t already cum two fucking times in less than that many hours.”
“Are you complaining?” Angel asked, eyebrow raised. “Because I could leave.” He didn’t mean it. There was no way he would leave unless Husk asked him to.
“You aren’t going anywhere,” Husk said, grabbing his hips and grinding their cocks together. Angel threw his head back, moaning at the contact.
“Then get the fucking lube.”
Husk snaked a hand around Angel so he wouldn’t fall off his lap, and leaned forward, grabbing his purse. He opened it and pulled the lube out. He held his hand between them and squirted some on his fingers. The excess dripped down onto both their erections.
“Always so fucking desperate for my cock.”
“Yes, Kitty. I need it. Please! I need it so bad.”
“Already begging! How did you get so worked up so fast?”
“When am I not worked the fuck up when I’m around you?” Angel challenged, lifting himself on his knees to give Husk better access.
“Fair point.”
Husk pushed two fingers into Angel, and he fell forward, shoving Husk's face into his chest fluff. Husk turned his head to the side so he could breathe and pumped his fingers in and out.
“Fuck yes, faster. Please, Kitty, faster!”
Husk increased his speed, curving his fingers so he would rub against Angel’s prostate with each thrust. Angel moved himself up and down, trying to get Husk to finger fuck him faster. Pre-cum was dripping down his cock onto Husk’s, their fluids mixing there.
Husk didn’t give Angel instructions, or tell him to slow down. He let him ride his fingers, setting the pace for his pleasure. Angel reached down and took both their cocks in two of his hands, holding them together and grinding them against each other. The lube from earlier made them slick, and his hands glided down effortlessly. Husk threw his head back to moan and Angel leaned down, kissing him passionately in between pants. He wanted to devour his sounds, taste his breath, feel his tongue.
Finally, the sensations had reached a crescendo.
“Please, you need to fuck me. You need to fuck me right now. I’m not going to last, and I need you inside me when I cum,” Angel begged.
Husk pulled out his fingers and applied more lube on himself, his hands shaking. Angel was pleased Husk was as worked up as he was.
He grabbed Angel's hips and Angel shifted, letting go of both their cocks. Husk positioned the head of his erection at his entrance, and Angel lowered himself down, taking the other man in fully with a single motion. They both groaned, and Husk moved a hand to the back of Angel’s neck, yanking him back into a kiss. Husk wrapped his other arm around his waist tightly, slamming into him upwards hard and fast, his balls smacking into Angel with every deep thrust.
It was primal, the way Husk was fucking him, and his purr started rumbling through Angel’s body. This was new. Husk's sounds of happiness, how his tongue battled Angel’s, the way he felt while it was happening. It was like fucking Husk for the first time, and Angel was going insane.
“I wish I had more hands,” Husk growled against Angel's lips, moving the hand from Angel’s neck to grip his cock. He ran his thumb over the head, spreading the pre-cum around, then stroked him.
Angel arched his back, pulling his lips away from Husk's, his body shuddering.
“Did I say you could stop fucking kissing me?” Husk snarled.
Angel leaned forward again, and Husk greedily took his mouth. It was as frantic as their fucking, both inhaling the other's moans.
“Feels so fucking good.” Angel’s voice was hoarse, his body thrumming with stimulation. “No one fucks me like you, Husk. No one will ever fuck me as good as you.”
“That’s right, Legs. Only this cock will ever be able to give you exactly what you need.”
“Yes... fuck... yes. Only yours.” Angel was practically sobbing now, his body trembling with pleasure. He kept eye contact with Husk the entire time, those golden orbs glowing in the dim light.
“Cum for me, Anthony,” Husk demanded.
Angel, always happy to follow one of Husk’s orders, unraveled.
He came with a cry, tears streaming down his face as he was swept up in pleasure. He felt Husk finish too, pulsing and hot inside him. Angel collapsed breathlessly over Husk, his body twitching with aftershocks. Husk wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling his fluff, still purring in satisfaction.
“I think that was the best time yet,” Husk sighed, and Angel smiled against the top of his head.
“Mhmm... so good,” he slurred, barely able to form the words.
Husk lifted him in his arms and carried him to the bed.
“I’ll get you cleaned up, then get you some water,” Husk said, caressing Angel’s face before going into the bathroom.
Angel closed his eyes and allowed the other man to take care of the cleanup. Husk sat next to him on the bed and nudged him. Angel cracked an eye open and saw he was holding out the promised water. Angel sat up, draining the bottle.
“Need anything else?” Husk asked, reaching out and taking Angel’s hand.
“Sleep,” Angel said, yawning.
“You’re going to stay, right?” Husk’s eyes were hopeful, and Angel nodded.
“I have a spare toothbrush in the bathroom if you want it. I got it after you fell asleep here that one time.”
“You really do like me,” Angel said, smirking.
“I said I did.” Husk raised Angel's hand and kissed it. “You can take a shower too. You just don’t look like you could stand for more than a few minutes right now.”
“Yeah, no way that’s happening.”
Angel managed to go to the bathroom and brush his teeth, but collapsed on the bed again when he was done. By then, Husk had cleaned up the table and even put the roses in a vase with water in the kitchen. He joined Angel in the bed, pulling him to him, then covering them both with the comforter.
Husk snuggled into Angel's back, his warm breath tickling his neck, and he curled one wing around them. He swung an arm and a leg over Angel and laid a kiss on his shoulder.
“Happy birthday, Anthony,” he whispered.
Angel smiled, twining the fingers of one hand with Husk’s. This had definitely been the best birthday ever.