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It’s late. Husk really should head to bed. Charlie had told him he could lock up the hotel once they hit past midnight, but he’d gotten distracted by his last glass of whiskey and the trashy novel Niffty left downstairs the other day. He can’t read that shit when other people are around. Still, it’s almost 1 am and his bed is sounding pretty good right now, so he might as well close up.
He’s just finished wiping down the bar when he hears the front doors open. A beautiful sinner walks in, and immediately Husk is taken aback by them. Tall and thin in a tight black dress, with a heavy bosom he can’t quite tell if it’s breast or fluff or both yet. Four arms, each one sparkling with bangles and rings. Their eyes sparkle, pink meeting gold, and the sinner smiles as they stroll to the bar, their heels clacking on the hardwood floor. It’s only by the time they reach the bartop that Husk realizes he should’ve shooed them away.
“We’re closed for the night, ma’am, if you’d like to join the hotel please return in the morning.”
“It’s sir, and you look open enough to me right now, baby.”
Sir, huh? Husk’s eyes roll down the gorgeous man in front of him. Hell has all sorts in it, he really shouldn’t be surprised anymore. When his eyes return to the other man’s face he’s being smirked at. Shouldn’t have been so obvious. The cat clears his throat, face flushing slightly.
“I don’t do check-ins, I just run the bar. You’ll have to come back.”
“What if I’m just looking for a drink? Maybe a little… company?” The beautiful sinner slides onto one of the stools without waiting for permission and Husk considers his options before sighing and grabbing a shaker bottle.
“Fine. One drink. What’ll ya have?”
“Surprise me.”
Great. He can do something simple, get this guy out of here and head up to bed. Really he should just pop open a beer bottle and throw him out, but something tells him not to. Instead, he goes through the effort of making a proper mixed drink, the end result as pink as the markings that decorate the sinner’s white fur. He tops it with a cherry and slides it over.
The sinner takes it, his smile sultry as he sips it, eyebrows raising. He’s impressed. It fills Husk with a ridiculous amount of pride, puffing out his chest a bit and smirking as he cleans the bar of all that he used. “You approve?” he asks, after a moment, glancing up to see the drink half-gone already.
“It’s perfect. You’re a real professional, huh? Didn’t expect that in a rinky dink place like this.”
“The shittiest places always got the best bartenders.”
“Izzat right? Maybe I’ve just not been going to the right places til now.”
Is… is he flirting? It’s been a long time since someone’s flirted with him, he can’t believe someone as beautiful as this would actually be doing that. Maybe he’s just looking to get out of paying for his drink. That argument is lost the moment the sinner pulls a bill out from his cleavage, sliding it across the table. “Keep the change, baby.” He drains the rest of his glass and plucks the garnish out, popping it off its stem and biting into the sugary sweet maraschino cherry. “Thanks for a good drink, handsome.”
The sinner stands up, turns around, and heads for the door. Husk panics. He should just let him go, surely it was just a kindness from the sinner and not actual interest. Husk should just let him go, then lock up.
“Wait!”
The sinner in the dress stills, turning around to look at Husk over his shoulder. God, he’s beautiful. Husk swallows hard. “Let me make you another drink.”
He gets a smile for his offer, the sinner turning around properly, one pair of hands on his hips, the other pair crossing loosely over his chest. “Thought you were closin’ up.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve already stayed for you. Might as well let you get your fill.”
That gets a little giggle, and the gentle clicking of the sinner’s heels on the floor as he walks back over to the bar, leaning on the edge of it. “That’s real sweet, but I think I’ve had my fill of alcohol already. I’m cravin’ somethin’ else.” His eyes flicker downward, Husk didn’t imagine that, right? He definitely just got checked out. Is he going to do anything about it?
“What if… I could help with that other craving?”
The other man’s eyes flash with interest, his smile widening as he straightens up. “Then maybe you should take me somewhere a little more private.”
Fuck closing up. Husk tosses his rag on the bartop, not even bothering to grab the empty glass and hide it behind the bar. He needs to get this gorgeous man in his room before he loses the nerve. He walks around the bar and offers his arm with a little clear of his throat. “Shall we?”
The other sinner’s hands are gentle as they slide around his arm. Husk takes the lead, turning back towards the front door just for a moment to at least lock up, and then he leads the stranger to the stairs. They go up two flights to where Husk’s room lies, then down a corridor which luckily houses just him right now. He unlocks his door and leads the other sinner inside, flicking on the lights.
His room is nothing special, almost bare bones in fact, but it has a bed. That seems to be enough for the stranger, the taller man pulling Husk over to it and gently pushing him to sit before he slides into his lap, dress rucking up and almost reaching his hips as he does. “So, about that other cravin’...”
Husk slides a paw up into the other sinner’s soft hair and pulls his head lower until he’s within range and then he’s kissing him. It’s been a while since he’s done this, but it’s like second nature with this guy. The man in his lap sighs happily into his mouth, hands sliding over Husk’s body, exploring all he can reach. His lips are soft, and he’s eager, and just that alone is enough to give Husk a chubby.
He might be out of practice but the other sinner definitely isn’t. His body grinds down against Husk’s lap, nipping at the cat’s lip until he opens up and then their tongues meet in a flavor clash of cheap whiskey and cherry. It’s taking all of Husk to just go along for the ride, his paws clutching lightly at the back of the sinner’s dress, careful not to grip too hard. When his mouth is free again Husk finds himself almost panting, breathless and in awe at how blown away he is just from kissing.
“You gonna fuck me or we just kissin’ all night?”
“Right, sorry,” Husk rasps, leaning back and taking in the beautiful figure on his lap. “I don’t wanna rip your dress,” he offers lamely, and thankfully the sinner takes pity on him, giggling and sliding off so he can shimmy himself out of it. He is a vision of soft white fur all the way down, and he’s got nothing on underneath. The realization of this makes Husk’s throat tight, eyes drinking in the view. The other man grins at him when he catches the bartender staring, leaning over and tugging at the cat’s bowtie.
“Return the favor, baby, I wanna see what you’re workin’ with.”
The cat hops up to his feet immediately, tugging his clothes off hurriedly until he’s left as bare as the day he arrived in Hell. The sinner looks him up and down, smirking in approval as he pushes the bartender to sit back down on the edge of the bed. He sinks down to his knees, hands splaying over the cat’s thick thighs as he pulls them apart and slips between them. “Can I get a preview?” He purrs, batting his eyelashes as he smiles up at Husk.
“Sure, yeah,” Husk swallows hard, trying not to buck the moment soft hands touch his cock. The sinner is gentle, almost unbearably so, as he spits on his dick and spreads his saliva slowly to lubricate it. It takes hardly more than a few strokes for him to be brought from the semi he’d already been sporting to a full on hard on, and the moment it’s erect enough to stay up on its own the sinner lets go and replaces his hand with his mouth, swallowing him down all at once.
“Fuck!” Husk gasps, a hand reaching out and tangling in the other man’s hair, gripping it tight. The sinner moans at the pull, his eyes back on Husk’s face as he smiles around his cock. “Easy now, I’ve only got one shot in me so don’t let me blow it too soon.”
Muffled laughter sends vibrations through his dick, Husk rolling his head back and cursing as he loosens his grip and lets the sinner do as he pleases. He takes the freedom and rolls with it, bobbing his head and sucking Husk’s dick like it’s the best thing he’s ever had in his mouth. He’s good, damn good. Certainly no newbie to this.
He maintains eye contact with Husk the whole time, pupils wide as he deepthroats the cat, lips pressed to his pelvis, tongue flat against the bottom as he sucks and stares. Husk can’t look away, can’t do anything but sit there and let the other man use him as he pleases. Just looking at him is intoxicating enough on its own, but partnered with that hot wet mouth suckling him down is almost too much.
The hand in the sinner’s hair tightens again when the bartender gets a little too close to teetering over the edge and to his surprise the man between his legs obeys, pulling off his cock and breathing heavily as he looks up at Husk. His lips are puffy, eyelids heavy as he smiles up at him. “Ready for the main event?” His voice is hoarse and knowing how it got that way only makes it sexier. He holds his hand out for the man, helping him to his feet. “How should we do this?”
“Ride me,” Husk suggests, holding out his arms. The tall sinner stares down at him for a moment before grinning, sliding back onto his lap like he’d done at the start of all of this, sans their clothes. One of his hands slides between them, lining Husk’s cock up, and then he drops down.
They both moan at the suddenness, Husk gripping the man’s thighs as he fights the overwhelming pleasure that’s enveloped him. He has to be distracted, and the best option is just inches away. He slips one paw behind the sinner’s neck and yanks him down into a heated kiss, teeth nipping and tongue forcing its way in as the man on top of him all but melts into Husk’s embrace, moaning into his mouth as he opens obediently and lets Husk in.
There’s something bitter to their kiss now, Husk vaguely recognizes it to be the taste of his own precum, but it doesn’t deter either of them in the slightest. They become wrapped up in each other easily, hands grasping at fur, digging into softness for just a bit of grip. The sinner in his lap grinds down on Husk’s dick, slow, almost miniscule movements that send shocks through them both. They gasp into each other’s mouths, refuse to pull away, too caught up in the other person to care about anything else.
Husk is the first to pull away, panting as he pulls back to take in the beautiful sight in his arms. “Move,” he commands, and the sinner gives him a breathless smile and obeys. He pulls himself up, halfway off, and drops back down, Husk grunting as he moves his paws to grip the man’s waist to help him balance. Their pace immediately turns brutal, the sinner using Husk like his personal toy, and fuck , Husk will let him.
It’s amazing, it’s all-encompassing, he can’t believe how good it is, every single time. The sinner keeps making these beautiful little noises, staccato moans with each bounce, like music to Husk’s ears. He can’t stop looking at the other man’s face, how he throws his head back, eyes shut tight and mouth open in a perpetual gasp of ecstasy as he rides Husk.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Angel.”
Angel stills in his lap immediately, eyes snapping open and head rolling back to look at Husk in surprise. The cat stares back at him, confused at the sudden stop, when it clicks and the bartender groans, falling back to lay on the bed as Angel starts to laugh hysterically.
“Fuck, I was doing so good!” Husk groans, hiding his face in his hands. Angel is doubled over, face almost pressed to Husk’s stomach as he giggles. The cat just sighs, laying there and dropping his arms to the bed, staring up at his ceiling as annoyance flares in him. “I did all the shit you said, had a whole narrative goin’ in my head and everything!”
“Aww, Husky, it’s okay!” Angel coos, his mirth still far too clear in his tone for Husk. The spider rubs his stomach soothingly, settling down to lay on top of him. “You were doin’ great, honest! I was impressed. ‘Specially after the way you kept breaking when we were practicing yesterday.”
“I shouldn’t have looked at your face for that long.”
“Such a fuckin’ charmer,” the spider reaches out with one hand to pinch Husk’s cheek, snickering when the cat bats him away. “You wanna try and restart the scene? Give it another go?”
Husk sighs, shifting to look at Angel. The spider is splayed out atop him, two hands still rubbing gentle circles into the plushness of his stomach. He can’t help but smile, reaching down and cupping his lover’s face with one paw. “I’d rather just fuck you as yourself if that’s alright.”
“I’ll never get enough of you, Husky,” Angel murmurs back, turning his face and pressing a kiss to the heart on Husk’s palm before pulling away to sit up again. He holds a pair of hands out to Husk, who takes them and lets the spider tug him back to sitting up, then pulls Angel into his arms, hugging him tight.
Angel giggles and nuzzles into Husk’s neck happily, hugging him back. “Missed me?” he teases, Husk chuckling and kissing the spider’s shoulder.
“Terribly.”
Angel simpers and leans in, pecking Husk on the lips before slipping his top set of arms around the cat’s shoulders. “Alright sap, I know you’re still hard and I’m getting antsy so let’s get this show on the road.” He pulls himself up and drops down, grinning as Husk immediately grabs his hips again, eyes dark as he smirks at Angel.
“Whatever you want, baby.”
He’d thought it was paradise before, but somehow it was nothing compared to now. They work in tandem, Angel pulling himself up to let Husk yank him back down. It’s like there was no time lost between, the cat still rock hard inside Angel, and Angel still insatiable and energetic. Now Husk can let himself get lost in all of Angel and appreciate him properly, without his frail attempt to keep in character.
The spider is almost ethereal atop him, white fur poofy from Husk’s pawing at it, his eyes hazy and unfocused as he lets himself slip, knowing he’s safe to indulge in this without having to be fully aware at all times. Sometimes Husk thinks he could look at this sight forever and never get bored.
“Husk,” Angel gasps out on a well-aimed drop, body tensing in the cat’s grip, and then Husk takes over fully, pulling the spider up and down on his lap with ease. Angel whines and leans forward, hiding his face in Husk’s shoulder as he lets the cat move him, the angle change driving the bartender’s cock into the perfect spot. “Oh, fuck, keep doing that!”
Husk grunts in reply and listens, bucking up in time with his pulls down and relishing in the way it makes the spider wail, back arching as he grinds down into the pulsing pleasure. Husk gets a few more thrusts in before Angel’s nails dig into him as the sinner whimpers his name and Husk knows he’s close. He turns his face, kissing Angel’s neck and pulls him down once more and stills as the spider gasps and tenses, body clenching around Husk as he comes.
The tightness is too much and only moments later Husk gives in to it, spilling into the spider and clutching him close, groaning Angel’s name half-muffled into the other man’s neck. They sit there like that for a few minutes, shaking in the aftermath and clinging to each other. When he’s got enough sense back in him, Husk slides himself out carefully, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a few tissues. He cleans them up as much as he can without separating them, Angel still nuzzled into his shoulder and whining when the cat moves even the slightest bit away.
Once they’re relatively clean he kicks back on the box spring to give him leverage, pushing himself more towards the middle of the bed. Then he shifts, cupping Angel’s ass as he turns and maneuvers them with difficulty until finally he succeeds in settling them into the pillows, setting Angel on his side and pulling the blankets out from under him so he can cover the spider properly.
Angel lets go only long enough for Husk to cover them before he winds his arms back around him, sighing happily as he nestles his face in the cat’s chest fur. Husk smiles and closes his eyes. They’ve left the lamp on but it’s dim enough, they’ll be able to sleep either way so long as they’ve got each other.
“So,” he asks, voice quiet just in case Angel’s already starting to doze off. “Would you call today’s scenario a success?”
The spider peeks out from his spot in Husk’s fur to smile at him, eyes crinkling in amusement. “Let’s call it a partial success. I’ll make an actor out of you yet, Husky.” The cat laughs and pulls Angel closer, setting his chin on the top of his lover’s head as he shuts his eyes.
“Let’s practice more soon.”