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Angel sat on the couch, ring box in hand, staring at the black and gold tungsten band he had bought for Husk. It had been a month since he decided he was going to marry him, and he had been sitting on the ring for weeks now, too scared to actually propose.
He felt stupid about it, especially after Husk had asked to be marked by him. Hadn’t he made it clear he wanted to be together forever? Yet, he was terrified that a declaration like marriage was too formal for Husk. Too legal. Too cheesy.
Angel had done some research on marriage in Hell and had found one way that caught his eye. It was something only Sinners could do since it involved soul-binding the parties together. It seemed awfully romantic, and he had fantasized about what it would be like to be bound to Husk in such an intimate way.
He heard the door unlock and quickly shoved the ring box into the crack in the couch to retrieve later.
Husk entered the apartment, a sleeping Fat Nuggets in a pet carrier strapped to his chest. He always took the pig on his morning runs, but Fat Nuggets often got tired halfway, so Husk would strap him in and continue. It melted Angel’s heart seeing the man he loved with their pig like a baby, happily snoozing with his little legs dangling out of the holes.
Husk gave him a wide smile, standing there in a loose red t-shirt, gray jogging pants, and glasses, sweat glistening on his forehead and soaking his shirt.
“You’re awake!” Husk said, glancing at the clock on the wall. “Early for you, Legs.”
He carefully took Fat Nuggets from his carrier and placed him gently in one of the many pet beds around the apartment. The pig flipped on his back and continued to sleep.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Angel said, standing from the couch. He wrapped his arms around Husk, inhaling his scent.
“I’m all sweaty,” Husk complained, but returned the hug, burying his head in Angel’s neck.
“I know. I like it when you’re sweaty. Gets me hard.”
“What doesn’t get you hard?” Husk asked with a chuckle.
“With you? Very little.” He pulled Husk gently by the back of his head, then leaned down to kiss him. Husk enthusiastically returned it, one hand moving to grope Angel’s ass and the other to check the validity of his erection claim.
Angel hadn’t been lying, and he moaned when Husk’s fingers brushed his hard dick.
“I love how ready you always are for me,” Husk growled against his lips.
“It’s my day off, remember? Wanna spend it naked?”
Husk pulled away. “I actually have plans for us today, though some of them may involve us being naked.”
He went into the office and came back out holding some papers. He passed them to Angel, who read the title typed out in the middle of the page.
“‘Angel’s Best Day’. What’s this?” Angel tried to flip the page, but Husk laid a hand on his to stop him.
“It’s been six months since I realized I wanted a relationship with you, so it's kinda like our six-month anniversary!”
“I don’t think that’s a socially accepted anniversary,” Angel laughed.
“It’s also six months since the first time you came in my ass. Is that a socially accepted anniversary?” Husk asked, head tilted in mock inquiry.
“Yes, actually. It’s a paper anniversary, so good thing you got me a script. At least I assume it’s a script because, well, you’re you.”
“I’m predictable to a fault,” Husk agreed. “I wanted to celebrate, so I wrote you a script of what I think would be the best day ever for you! We can go through today page by page, and you can tell me if I was right after each one. You can only look at the first page right now.”
Angel smiled fondly at his boyfriend. Of course, he’d come up with such a silly idea, and Angel loved him for it.
He flipped to the first page and began to read.
Husk: For lunch, we are going to your favorite restaurant.
Angel: Don Carlo’s? Oh, Husk, you are the best!
Husk: You will get the gnocchi with sausage and rose sauce because it’s your favorite. To drink, an extra dry gin martini. For dessert, tiramisu.
Angel: You sure know me so well!
That was all that was written on the page.
Angel laughed, shaking his head. “This is so stupid, and I love you.”
“I’ve told you before, seeing the way your eyes light up like that is worth being a bit stupid.” Husk pulled him close. “Did I get everything right so far?”
“You did!”
Husk knew him so well, and it made Angel a little emotional that he bothered to remember things about him in such detail.
“We still have a couple of hours before lunchtime. What did you wanna do until noon?”
Angel asked, leaning his head down to lick Husk’s salty skin.
“I need to shower,” Husk said, hands going back to Angel's ass and erection. “Wanna join me?”
“Absolutely!” Angel hopped up, wrapping his legs around Husk's waist, his arms snaking around his back and neck.
Husk took the script from him and tossed it on the table. He placed a hand under his ass to keep him in place as Angel continued to lick him. Angel pulled Husk’s shirt aside to reveal his scars and kissed them softly. He still got excited when he saw them, that symbol of their love that Husk would carry with him forever on his skin.
When they were in the bathroom, Angel released his hold and dropped down. He undid Fat Nuggets’ carrier, tossing it aside, then started yanking on Husk’s shirt.
“On a scale of one to ten, how horny are you right now?” Husk asked, lifting his arms so Angel could get his sweaty shirt off.
“Sixty-nine,” Angel answered, making Husk laugh.
When Husk was naked, he placed his glasses on the counter, then started undressing Angel. Husk kissed trails down Angel's skin wherever it was exposed, making Angel sigh happily. When Angel was finally naked too, Husk picked him up again and stepped into the tub, closing the curtain.
Angel reached behind Husk to turn the dial to the temperature he knew his boyfriend liked best, then kissed him as the water poured down on them.
Husk pushed Angel’s back against the cool tiles, his one hand cupping Angel’s ass, the other moving to his hole. Husk rubbed circles against it slowly with his thumb, his tongue mirroring the movement in Angel’s mouth.
He pulled away and moved to Angel’s shoulder to lick his scars. He used his free hand to reach for the lube they kept in the shower, right next to the other bottled shower essentials.
“Hold on tight for a sec,” Husk said, and Angel gripped him with his arms and legs so he wouldn’t fall as Husk put lube on his hand. In this position, their erections were touching, and Angel started moving his hips so they rubbed together.
“Hurry up, Kitty!” Angel whined, and Husk bit him hard on the shoulder. Angel moaned and rubbed them together faster.
“Always so fucking impatient,” Husk growled and without preamble, stuck one, then two lube-slick fingers into Angel’s ass.
“Fuck!” Angel cried, his movements becoming more desperate as he tried to get Husk’s fingers in and out of his body.
Husk didn’t move them, just watched with a smirk as Angel tried to fuck himself on them.
“Please, Kitty!” Angel begged, his hands gripping Husk’s back fur tightly.
“Alright, since it’s supposed to be your best day, I’ll show some leniency.” Husk moved his fingers quickly, curling them as he did so.
“Holy fucking shit, yes! Fuck!” Angel wasn’t in control of himself anymore. His legs were shaking, and he was moving erratically up and down.
“Like that, Legs? Do I know exactly how to finger fuck you?”
“Yes! Fuck! So goddamn good!”
Husk had always been amazing at everything they did, but as their relationship progressed, he really did have Angel’s body memorized. He could make Angel cum with literally a crook of his finger, as he was demonstrating right now. Angel's body was trembling, and Husk was keeping him up the best he could with one hand and his body pushed against the wall.
“You wanna cum like this or on my cock?” he asked calmly, as if he wasn’t driving Angel into a frenzy.
“Cock!” Angel cried, unable to form more words than that.
“You’re going to need to calm down for a second, then, because I need more lube.” Husk pulled out his fingers, and Angel tried very hard to hold on to his boyfriend and not collapse into a mess on the floor. He pulled out his third set of arms and wrapped those around Husk too, steadying himself.
Husk poured the lube on his dick between them, getting some on Angel as well in his messy haste.
“Kitty, please fuck me!” Angel whimpered desperately. “I need you so fucking bad I’m losing my fucking mind!”
“You are acting like I didn’t make you cum three goddamn times last night.”
“It’s been ten hours! I need you!”
“You’re fucking lucky I’m committed to staying fit, or you’d kill me again, I swear.”
Husk lifted him further by the hips, and Angel reached down behind himself to help position his boyfriend's erection. When Angel had him in the right place, Husk thrust up.
“Fuck!” Angel cried, loosening his legs’ grip so he could be more easily moved up and down Husk's shaft.
Husk purred happily as he pressed Angel’s upper half hard against the tiles. The rumble vibrated through his chest as Husk sucked on his neck, claws digging deep into his hips.
“God, you’re so fucking tight right now,” Husk growled. “I didn’t loosen you up enough. Are you okay?”
“It’s so fucking good! Keep going, don’t stop!” Angel moaned. He didn’t care if he wasn’t prepped enough. There was no pain, only blinding pleasure as Husk hit inside him perfectly.
“Okay, but tell me if I hurt you,” Husk said.
He was always so careful; even though Angel would let him do anything to his body he wanted. As long as Husk was enjoying himself, Angel was in heaven. It just worked out that he was always being thoroughly satisfied too.
“You never are! Please fuck me as hard as you can! Make me cum, Kitty!”
Husk increased his pace and force, and Angel had to cling to him as his body shuddered.
“How’s this? Hard enough for my needy boy?” Husk asked, even though he obviously knew he was doing it exactly how Angel wanted.
“Fuck, yes! You know just how to fuck me!”
“That’s my good boy. You love taking my cock hard and fast. You always want me to fucking wreck you.”
Husk’s purr became louder, as it always did when Angel was pleasing him. It pushed Angel closer, and he realized he was going to finish already.
“Yes! I’m gonna cum! It’s so fucking good!”
“Ready to cum already? But I’m not done with you yet. I want more.”
“I’ll hold back!” Angel promised, though he said it almost with a sob. It was too good, and he was already so close. It wouldn’t be easy to obey.
“No, you can cum, but I won’t stop fucking you. I'll fuck you until you’re hard again and want another orgasm.”
“Yes! Please! I’ll cum twice for you!” Angel was so relieved he could have cried. He was right at the edge, and he didn’t want to be bad and cum if Husk wanted him to wait.
“Do it. Make a fucking mess on me, Anthony,” Husk growled, and then bit his shoulder.
Angel’s entire body clenched as his orgasm tore through him. He came all over Husk’s stomach and chest.
“Good boy,” Husk praised, continuing to fuck him hard against the tiles.
Angel trembled, arms tightening around Husk as he kept thrusting into him, overstimulated in the best way.
“Yes! Use me!” Angel relished in the feel of Husk relentlessly pounding into him, his body twitching at the intense sensation fucking after an orgasm gave him.
“Fuck, I love how you keep clenching when I fuck you after you cum. Just squeezing my cock. Your body is all fucking mine, Anthony. It wants to make me cum, doesn’t it?”
“Yes! I wanna do a good job for you! I wanna make you feel so good!” Angel was dizzy with pleasure, and he felt his dick beginning to harden again. Husk had trained his body well.
“You always make me feel good,” Husk assured him, his purr vibrating through his lips as he kissed up Angel’s neck. “You’re perfect.”
Angel was heady with the praise, his dick now fully hard and ready to cum again.
“That didn’t take long,” Husk said as Angel’s erection poked into him. “Good boy, Anthony. Now let’s get you that second orgasm so I can finish in this tight fucking ass.”
Husk kissed him, and Angel moaned as his boyfriend’s vibrating tongue swirled around his own. It was always amazing to Angel how a kiss from Husk could get him closer to an orgasm, as if his mouth were another place being fucked.
After several minutes of brutal and quick thrusts, Angel was at the edge again. He clawed at Husk’s back, and Husk’s wings flapped, flinging droplets of water everywhere.
“Ready?” Husk asked against his mouth, and Angel nodded, unable to speak as he gasped for breath, his body already beginning to tremble. “Let’s finish together this time, then.” Husk gave several more thrusts, and Angel crumbled.
“Husk! I love you!” he cried, cumming again, his body shivering as Husk pushed in as far as he could.
“Fuck, Anthony! I love you!” Husk groaned as he came at the same time.
They stood there panting, foreheads touching, smiling, and staring into each other’s eyes as they both came down from their climaxes. Angel wondered if sex would ever stop being incredible when it was with the man he loved so much.
The rest of the morning had been spent eating a light breakfast, then cuddling on the couch while Husk read, and Angel watched TV. They were now getting ready to leave, and Angel couldn’t decide on an outfit.
“What else are we doing today? I need to know what to wear,” Angel said, looking in their closet and flipping through his clothes.
“Wear something with easy access. Underwear optional,” Husk said nonchalantly as he buttoned up a wine-colored shirt.
“Easy access? So when we get back we can get to fucking quicker, or so we can fuck while we’re out?” Angel asked, trying to stay focused and not pop a boner he knew Husk wouldn’t attend to yet.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Husk snaked his arms around Angel’s naked body and kissed his shoulder. “The dark blue dress that goes to your knees and is strapless. I want your scars to show. Wear flats.” He pulled away and sat down on the bed.
“You know it’s fucking unfair that your shoulders are never showing,” Angel said, turning to face his boyfriend with all his arms crossed.
“I don’t have the body shape to look good in feminine clothing like you do,” Husk said, and Angel had to agree.
They had dressed Husk up for fun one drunken night at home, and it had not been flattering. Besides, Angel didn’t like his men feminine, while Husk was fine with Angel in whatever he wore.
“I should have marked your forearm. You always have those out,” Angel noted as Husk rolled his sleeves up predictably.
He thought about the ring he had stuffed in the couch. If Husk wore it, people would know, but Angel was still too scared to ask.
“Do you want to?” Husk asked. “Because you can if you want. Not right now. We gotta go. But you can later.”
Angel blinked at him in surprise. He had only been joking, but now he really wanted to do that.
“You’d seriously be okay with that?”
“Sure. I wouldn’t mind another set of your fang marks on me.”
Husk was always affectionate and committed, but it was as if he had turned the dial up to eleven in the last month. It was ridiculously hot, and Angel looked down, groaning in annoyance at his new erection.
“We really don’t have time to deal with that, unfortunately,” Husk said, pointing to it. “Promise I’ll make it up to you, though.” Husk braced his arms on the bed and leaned back, giving Angel a good view of his own erection straining against his dark jeans.
“What turned you on?” Angel asked, sauntering over and placing two hands on Husk’s thighs, the other two on his shoulders.
“You’re literally standing around naked with your ass and dick out, Legs. You don’t expect me to get turned on?” Husk sat up and put his hands on Angel’s hips. “Plus, I got excited thinking about you biting me,” he said with a grin.
“We can be like ten minutes late for lunch, can’t we?” Angel ran his hands up Husk’s thighs and leaned forward, their mouths an inch apart.
“...Get the lube,” Husk growled, and Angel pumped his fist triumphantly, turning away so he could obey.
Husk had rented a car for the day, saying he almost got a limo, but he knew they’d just fuck in it between locations and ruin his script.
“I’m fine with a regular car, Husk. I’m not that high maintenance,” Angel assured him.
It was also a very nice car. Angel didn’t know shit about car brands, but it looked expensive, which was typical of Husk’s tastes.
“You never ask for anything, and it drives me crazy,” Husk said as he drove them to the restaurant.
“I’m constantly asking for sex. What do you mean?”
“I mean material things!”
Angel opened his mouth, and Husk stopped him.
“Sex toys and replacement lingerie don’t count. I get the credit card bill, and you never use it on anything either.”
“I don’t want to be your sugar baby.”
Angel had dabbled in that life before he’d started working for Valentino. It had been fun, but it also made it feel like a job, and he didn’t want that with Husk. It was bad enough that Husk already paid for their condo, even though he'd put Angel’s name on the mortgage as a co-owner. “I don’t want to just take. It makes me feel bad.”
“Fine,” Husk sighed, reaching out a hand and grabbing one of Angel’s. “But if you ever see something you really want, please tell me.”
“I promise I will,” Angel agreed, though he doubted he’d ever find anything he wanted more than Husk’s love.
He eyed the scabbed-over marks on Husk’s arm, the ones he had just made when they had had the quickie before they left, and smiled. Husk had commanded him to do it right before they both came, and Angel had pulled in soul magic to elongate his fangs. The memory of the roar of pleasure Husk had made when he had bitten down was enough to make Angel horny again. It also made him feel ridiculously heady with how in love he was.
He had snuck the ring from the couch into his purse without Husk noticing, and it felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. He wondered if he could propose during lunch, but felt like it would be inappropriate when Husk had made the plans.
He wished he was better at this stuff and had more confidence.
They arrived at Don Carlo’s, and Husk ordered exactly what Angel wanted, as per the script. It was all delicious, and when dessert came, they served spoonfuls of tiramisu to each other like cheesy lovebirds.
Angel was on cloud nine, unable to stop staring at his boyfriend like he was the only man in all of Hell. It made his heart flutter when Husk seemed to be doing the same, his pupils blown out and his tail feathers flicking affectionately against Angel’s legs under the table.
When they were waiting for the bill, Husk told him to pull the script out, which he had folded carefully and placed in his purse.
“Page two only. No peeking.”
Angel turned to page two.
Husk: I know your favorite musical is Chicago, but there were no performances happening. Your second, Grease, was also unavailable. Lucky for you, I did find your third.
Angel: West Side Story?
Husk: Yes! And it’s at the nice theater in the entertainment district, the one that serves wine. I checked, and they have your favorite rosé.
Angel: Just The Tipsy Sparkling Rosé?
Husk: Okay, fine, your second favorite. Luc Belaire Rare Rosé Sparkling.
“You were right again on every point!” Angel said with a huge smile, and Husk winked. “I don’t know how you remember all this stuff.”
“You’re the most important thing in my life. Of course, I remember everything you tell me. I’m sure if I quizzed you, you’d know me well too.”
“Try me!”
“Okay.” Husk looked thoughtful. “What’s my favorite drink?”
“Malt scotch whisky. I’ve never seen you be picky about the brand.”
“Correct! And what’s my favorite movie?”
“The Shawshank Redemption. Though, I think you’d watch anything with Morgan Freeman in it, to be honest.”
“You caught me,” Husk chuckled. “But that movie is fantastic!”
“I can’t argue with that.” Angel smiled and nodded his head.
Though their tastes were different, they always indulged each other’s interests, switching who got to choose each movie night.
“And what would be my best day?” Husk asked, leaning forward, putting his elbow on the table and resting his chin on it.
Angel leaned forward too and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Staying home. Me, pulling out the whip, your collar, and your leash. I’d give you a good masochism and bottoming session, make you yowl for me, and fuck you senseless. Then a hydration and cigar break, followed by a nap. When we woke up, you’d rip off whatever lingerie I was wearing. You’d make me beg for it, then fuck me until I was a whimpering mess. After I could speak again, we’d end the evening hanging out on the couch, naked under a blanket. We’d watch a movie and eat something greasy until I inevitably fell asleep, and you’d have to carry me to our bed.”
“Sounds absolutely perfect.”
Husk was purring, and Angel felt giddy. He had gotten it right, or at least had painted a scene his boyfriend would appreciate. His next day off was in a few days. Maybe he could make it happen and propose then. He could put the ring around the cigar, so when he pulled it out, it’d be there waiting. Then, he’d drop on one knee beside the bed and tell Husk how much he loved him.
The server brought them their bill, interrupting Angel’s plotting. After Husk paid, they headed back to the car, and Husk drove them to the theater.
When they arrived, they went to the bar, and Angel got his glass of wine and Husk a malt scotch whisky, which made Angel smile. Husk had gotten them excellent seats, close to the stage. The place really was fancy, with large comfy seating and small tables in front of each for their drinks. The armrest went up so couples could sit close, and Angel pushed himself against Husk’s body.
“I’m so excited! I’ve never seen West Side Story live before!”
“This one had great reviews too, so it should be a good show.”
“Of course you checked the reviews. Hopefully, they have integrity like you and weren’t just bribed into giving good ones.”
“Not everyone has my level of self-control,” Husk agreed, and Angel laughed, laying his head against Husk’s shoulder.
“I’m so happy,” Angel sighed, twining the fingers of one of his hands with Husk’s.
“Me too.” Husk turned his head and kissed the top of Angel’s.
The show started, and for the next two and a half hours, Angel was enraptured by the performance. They both stood at the end for the ovation with the rest of the audience, Angel grinning ear to ear.
“That was fantastic!” Angel said, tears in his eyes.
“It was really good,” Husk agreed. “Better than the one we usually watch.”
They headed back to the car, and Husk told Angel it was time for him to read page three.
There were only two more pages left after this one. Angel read the page eagerly.
Husk: I know Cherri is usually the one to take you to clubs since I’m not much of a dancer, but it’s your best day, so we are going to Viva tonight.
Angel: Have you been practicing when I’m at work?
Husk: A little, but I mostly want to fuck you in the public bathroom, so you have an even harder time not getting a boner when you see one.
Angel looked up wide-eyed with a huge grin. Husk was looking nonchalant, though he was clearly trying not to smile, his lips twitching.
“Exhibitionism? I wish every day was our cum-in-your-ass anniversary!”
Angel reached over, grabbed Husk’s face, and kissed him, his dick already hard at the prospect. Ever since they had fucked in the changing room, he had been itching to do something like that again.
Husk gripped the back of Angel's head, holding him in place as they kissed slowly. He dragged his tongue gently along Angel’s, purring happily, and his other hand found its way to Angel’s now hard dick.
“You brought the butt plug like I told you to, right?” Husk asked.
“Yes, Kitty.”
Husk had told him to pack one of his larger butt plugs, one that pushed against his prostate when he moved, and Angel had been waiting to find out why.
“I can’t decide if I want to put it in you before we go into Viva, after I cum in your ass, or both.”
“Both!” Angel answered desperately, two of his hands gripped tightly at Husk’s shirt. “Please, Kitty! Make me wear it for you now, then use it to keep your cum inside me later!” Angel had to force himself not to climb over to the driver’s seat and start grinding himself against Husk’s body.
“Alright, let's go. I'll park in an empty corner of the lot at Viva and put it in you there.”
They were currently in the busy theater lot, patrons still bustling around to their cars to leave.
“I want people to see you put it in me,” Angel said seductively. He touched Husk’s hand, which was still on his hard-on, urging him to squeeze his fingers, and when he did, Angel moaned. Husk yanked him in for another kiss, this one sloppy and desperate.
Husk pulled away a little to say, “People are watching already.”
Angel turned his head to see Sinners and Hellborn heading to their vehicles, many not-so-subtly staring into the car.
“Wanna give them a show?” Angel asked, grinning.
Husk smirked. “This wasn’t in the script.”
“Nothing wrong with a little improvisation,” Angel said with a wink.
“I want to rim you first. Loosen up that tight ass before I plug it.” Husk pulled away from Angel completely and hit the lever on his chair, so his seat went all the way back. He took off his glasses and placed them on the back seat. “Sit on my face while they all watch.”
Cars in Hell were larger to accommodate Sinners since many were quite tall, present company included. Angel got on Husk’s seat, facing the steering wheel. He slipped his calves under Husk’s arms, and Husk grabbed his thighs under the dress. Angel leaned forward, hands braced on Husk’s stomach and legs for balance.
Some people were pretending not to watch while others had stopped, leering into the vehicle. Angel loved being watched, which was one of the reasons he became a porn star to begin with, but there was an extra layer here. He wanted people to watch him with Husk, to stare as his boyfriend used his tongue to make him quiver and scream, to be jealous that they weren’t riding that amazing mouth and never would.
Angel hiked up his dress and held the fabric aside with one hand, still balancing on his other three. He popped out his bottom set of arms, careful not to rip the dress, and used them to spread his cheeks. Husk dug his claws into Angel’s thighs, deep enough to pierce the skin, and Angel let out his first moan.
“Give them a show, Legs. Make sure you’re nice and loud,” Husk instructed, then licked his ass.
It didn’t take long for Angel to be bucking back onto his boyfriend’s tongue. Husk was purring like crazy, and Angel stared hungrily at the bulge in his pants. He wanted to make him feel good too, but he wasn’t sure how far this new exhibitionist kink went. He wouldn’t be able to blow him in this position, but he could definitely jack him off.
Husk stuck his tongue inside him, and the pleasure shot up Angel’s spine, his legs shaking under Husk's tight grasp.
“Can I touch your cock, Kitty? Please? I wanna make you cum,” Angel begged, then cried out again as Husk pulled his tongue out and gave him several flat licks.
“Neither of us are cumming like this. It’s just the foreplay. I want you in that bathroom stall.”
“But, Kitty, I can cum again later and so can you!” Angel tried to reason.
Husk bit his ass cheek hard, and Angel jumped a little. He looked out at the small crowd and winked at them, then licked his dry lips.
“No. Pass me the lube and the butt plug.”
Angel sighed, resigned, and grabbed the items from his purse, careful not to drop the ring box onto the passenger’s seat. Husk moved his arms out from under Angel’s legs so he could take the two things from him, and Angel waited patiently for the stretch of the butt plug. He was surprised when, instead, one of Husk’s fingers entered him, sliding hard against his prostate.
“Fuck!” Angel exclaimed, pushing back to get Husk deeper inside.
“I changed my mind. I think I want them to see what you look like when you cum properly. They won’t be able to enjoy that fake shit again when they see how gorgeous you look when you cum for me.” Husk thrust in a second finger.
“Fuck yes, Kitty! Make me cum!”
Husk was brutally efficient, sliding his fingers exactly the right way, pushing with the perfect amount of pressure that made Angel come undone within seconds. Angel gripped his cock, hand sliding up and down even though he didn’t need the extra stimulation, not when Husk was so fucking good with his fingers.
“Go on. Show them. Cum for me,” Husk commanded.
Angel closed his eyes, not wanting to look at a stranger when he was cumming for Husk, and pictured his boyfriend in his mind as his orgasm hit him.
“Kitty!” he shouted, voice hoarse from all the screaming he had been doing.
While he was still twitching with aftershocks, Husk slipped the butt plug in, making him shudder. He let Angel recover, kissing him gently along his left ass cheek, then his right, purring happily.
Angel opened his eyes. People were still watching, some with mouths agape. He saw several pant bulges and smirked.
He looked down to see if he had made a mess and, sure enough, he had gotten cum on the steering wheel, Husk’s jeans, and some on his own hand.
“Shit, I got cum everywhere,” he sighed, reaching for the wipes in his purse.
“Good thing you always cum prepared.”
They both started laughing at the awful pun.
“I fucking love you,” Angel said between snorts of laughter.
“I love you too, Anthony.”
Husk and Angel walked hand in hand into Viva. It was just after six, but since the denizens of Hell partied whenever they could, it was already filled with patrons.
The music pounded in Angel’s ears and he felt the urge to dance, even though every move he made pushed the butt plug against his prostate. He wondered how hard it would be to dance with it in, how quickly he'd be too worked up to continue and be begging Husk to take him to the bathroom and fuck him.
Husk tugged him to the bar and ordered him another dry gin martini and another whiskey for himself. When they had their drinks, Husk shouted into his ear over the music.
“What are we toasting to today, sweetheart?”
Angel broke out into a smile at the memory of six months ago.
“To good sucks and great fucks!”
“You’re always so classy,” Husk said, completing the exchange and holding out his glass.
Angel clinked his against it, and they both took a sip.
“I think we can upgrade that toast to excellent sucks and amazing fucks. What do you think?” Husk asked.
“Definitely!”
Angel’s heart was pounding now, and not just because of the music. It was loud in here, but Husk reminding him of the day they were celebrating was making him sentimental. He could pull out the ring right now, and it would be too loud for him to mess up a sappy speech. He could just hold it out and smile, mouth the words ‘I love you. Will you marry me?’ and finally have his answer.
Husk snaked an arm around Angel’s waist and reached up to his ear again.
“What’s wrong? You look pensive.”
“Nothing! Just trying to figure out if I want to dance or convince you to fuck me,” Angel said, cursing himself for having an expressive face.
“Dance a bit, then I’ll fuck you good and hard. I promise.” Husk moved his hand down and squeezed Angel’s ass, making the plug shift, and Angel moaned. “Maybe you won’t last that long,” Husk said thoughtfully.
Angel downed his drink in one go. “I got this! Dance with me!”
Husk shot his own back and took Angel’s empty glass to place it on the bar. He then took his hand again and led him to the dancing crowd.
Angel moved to the beat, though he mostly concentrated on rubbing his body against Husk’s to get him worked up. The plug was driving him crazy, and he was becoming desperate for relief. Based on the devilish smile Husk gave him as they moved to the beat, his hands roaming over Angel’s body. He knew exactly what was happening. When Husk dragged his tongue along his scars, his chest rumbling with a purr against Angel’s body, he couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Fuck me! Please!”
Husk moved a hand onto Angel’s erection and dragged his tongue slowly along his shoulder again.
“Let’s go,” he said, and turned to the bathrooms, pulling Angel by his hand towards them.
Viva was one of the nicer clubs in Hell, and the bathrooms were clean and quite nice. Each stall was like its own tiny room instead of the more open concept of other public facilities. The room wasn’t empty, and Angel’s heart raced in excitement as Husk tugged him into one of the stalls.
“I’m gonna fuck you from behind,” Husk said, not keeping his voice quiet, and Angel’s heart pounded with excitement at another exhibitionist display.
He faced the wall, placing the forearms of his upper arms against it and resting his head on them. The position reminded him of how he had came with the vibrator Husk had been controlling, and he wiggled his ass in anticipation of an even better experience.
Even with flats, his legs spread, Angel was taller than his boyfriend, making it difficult for this position to usually work. He was about to ask Husk’s plan when the air crackled. Husk had his hands running up and down Angel’s sides, so he felt it as they grew slightly larger, the warm body pressing against him gaining some height. Husk’s hot breath was now by his ear. He clearly hadn’t taken in enough soul magic to be the form he regularly rewarded Angel with when he was especially good, but he had shifted slightly.
“I didn’t consider how my clothes would get a bit tight,” Husk growled. “I need to unbutton my shirt. One sec.”
Husk pulled away, and Angel looked over his shoulder at him. He watched as Husk unbuttoned his shirt, the fabric straining around his body and arms. His jeans weren’t fairing any better, and it was a good thing they had been loose because they were now tight against his legs. He undid them next, groaning in relief as he pulled his erection free of the fabric.
Angel licked his lips, his dick twitching with excitement as he stared at Husk’s cock. It wasn’t as big as when he went into his larger demon form, but it was still thicker and longer than normal. Angel was always perfectly happy with Husk’s normal size, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy that his boyfriend could give him a variety.
“Look how hungry you look,” Husk said with a smirk, his longer canines on display, eyes glowing brightly in the dim light of the bathroom.
“I’m absolutely starving!” Angel lifted his dress up and out of the way, then rubbed his bare ass against Husk’s dick. “Please fill me up, Kitty!”
Husk reached forward and pulled out the butt plug, making Angel gasp and push back again.
“Give me the lube and hold on to this. This place looks clean, but I would rather not put it down anywhere,” Husk said, holding out the plug.
Angel had pulled his dress up enough that he could safely use his lowest set of arms without ripping it. He used one to hold the plug and the other to look through his purse for the lube. It was strapped around his body, and he was careful to keep Husk from seeing inside. He passed Husk the lube and watched as he covered himself with it before passing it back.
“I’m going to go really slow, but tell me if it hurts, okay?”
Angel nodded. Normally, Husk was already fully inside him when he used his soul magic and grew larger, so this was a first. Angel couldn’t see from this angle, but he still tried, craning his neck as Husk gripped his body below his arms with one hand; it was so large he could almost touch his thumb to his fingers.
Husk pushed the head of his erection into Angel slowly, and the stretch made Angel shudder. He whimpered, and Husk stopped moving immediately, raising his gaze from where he was penetrating him to his eyes.
“Too much?” Husk asked, and Angel shook his head.
“No! Keep going! It’s just big.”
“Let me loosen you up more.” Husk pulled out, and Angel growled at him in annoyance.
“No! Fuck me!” he insisted. He wanted it so badly, he didn’t want to wait, didn’t want Husk’s fingers again. He wanted his cock buried inside him. “It didn’t hurt! I swear! It just felt different than I’m used to. Please, Kitty!”
Husk frowned, but nodded. “Okay, I’m trusting you.”
Husk pushed in again, and this time, Angel moaned, relieved to be getting his way. Husk continued to push in excruciatingly slowly, his eyes darting from where they were connected to Angel's face. The space was tight, but his wings fluttered restlessly, his tail tapping a rhythm against one of Angel’s legs.
“Go faster! We both want it!” Angel tried to push back onto him, but Husk held him firm with his one hand around him.
“Not yet. You’re doing so good, though, Legs. You’re taking my cock so well, my good boy.” Husk looked thoughtful for a moment, then moved his hand from Angel’s ass cheek to his back pocket, pulling out his phone. “You should be able to see what a good boy you are. How about I take a video of you getting fucked by me so you can watch it later? Would you like that?”
Angel nodded vigorously. “Yes! Thank you, Kitty!”
They had never recorded anything they did together. It made Angel feel a bit like he was at work, but the thrill that shot through him made him rethink his opinion on it. He absolutely wanted to watch himself be fucked by his boyfriend over and over again.
“Spread yourself so I can get a better view,” Husk instructed, and Angel used his second set of arms to do it. “Perfect.”
Angel still couldn’t see well, but Husk started pushing into him again, and he turned his head back to his arms against the wall. He bit down on one to muffle his sounds of pleasure.
“You don’t have to be quiet. I want people to hear. No one is going to stop us. Let everyone know how fucking good it feels to have my cock in your ass.”
Angel moaned from the words alone. This new side of Husk was hot and exciting. He moved his mouth from his arm and unleashed himself.
“You feel so fucking good, Kitty! Please go faster!”
“I already said no, Legs. Don’t be a brat or I won’t fuck you at all,” Husk warned.
Well, Angel certainly didn’t want that, so he rested his forehead against his arms, closed his eyes, and tried not to push back against Husk as he continued to slowly enter him. He was stretching him so much that even this slow slide was stimulating Angel’s prostate, making his legs quiver.
“I can’t wait for you to see how fucking hot this looks,” Husk growled and moved a finger along Angel’s stretched muscles. “I want you to do the work now, but slowly, or I'll make you stop. Show me how good you are at obeying me.”
It was a true test of Angel’s self-control and desire to please his boyfriend that he went slowly. Every inch felt like a mile when all he wanted to do was slam back and take him completely. But he wanted to be good. He wanted to be praised.
“Good boy,” Husk said, a finger still stroking along him. “You always listen so well.”
“Anything for you,” Angel said, voice quaking as he struggled to keep his composure.
“That’s right, you always do whatever I tell you to. And since you are being so good...” Husk suddenly thrust forward, completely burying himself, balls slapping Angel’s body.
“Fuck!” Angel cried out.
Husk grabbed his hip again and moved, slamming himself in and out of Angel at a brutal pace. Angel was no longer saying words, just loud groans of pleasure as Husk fucked him the way he had been craving.
“You aren’t allowed to cum from me fucking you,” Husk said.
“Why not?” Angel whined, already inching towards release.
“You’ll make a mess like you did in the car. When I’m done, I'll plug you up, then you can cum in my mouth.”
Relief washed over Angel that he wasn’t being denied completely, as he had thought. It was still going to be a struggle to hold back, but he could do it for Husk.
Husk continued with his merciless pace and strength, holding Angel steady with his one hand, his hot breath by his ear.
“Bite me!” Angel begged.
“If I bite you, you’re going to cum.”
Angel whined in frustration because Husk was right, but he wanted it so badly. Husk nibbled at his scars, not piercing his skin, and Angel groaned.
“I want it harder,” he complained.
“Holy shit, I think Angel Dust is getting fucked in here,” a voice said from outside their stall.
“Yeah, right,” another one chimed in.
“It sounded just like him! I’d know that voice anywhere!”
“Sounds like you have some fans out there. Wanna give them a free show?” Husk asked in a whisper. He dug his claws into Angel's skin, then pulled out all the way. He thrust back into him with such force that Angel saw stars.
“Fuck, Kitty!” Angel cried out. “Yes! Fuck me hard!”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Husk said, the smirk obvious in his voice as he continued to mercilessly fuck him.
“It really does sound like him.” The second voice from earlier said. “Think he’s got a client in there or something?”
Angel scoffed. Did they know he could hear them? Well, he didn’t want them thinking some rando was paying to fuck him in this bathroom.
“Just like that, Kitty! You’re the only one who fucks me this good! I love you so fucking much!”
Husk chuckled next to his ear. “I love it when you want people to know we’re together.” In a louder voice, he said, “I love you too, Angel. I’m the only one who can fuck you the way you need to be fucked. I can’t wait to cum in this perfect ass.”
“Yes! Cum in me! Fill me up!”
“I’m gonna pull back again. I want to record some more.”
Angel nodded vigorously. “Fuck, yes, please! I want to watch it later!”
“You can watch it while I fuck you again,” Husk said, licking a trail down his neck before the heat of his upper body receded.
Angel had to bite his arm as Husk fucked him, not to muffle his cries, but to distract himself from cumming. He was so fucking close, and knowing people were listening was making it so much harder. It was so fucking hot knowing they could hear Husk’s body smacking against his, for them to know how good his boyfriend fucked him. Angel wanted all of Hell to know Husk was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
Angel could tell when Husk was close, his breathing changing to desperate pants like it always did right before he orgasmed.
“Cum in me, Kitty! Show me what a good boy I am!” Angel begged, partially for Husk’s benefit but also for the voyeurs.
Husk roared as he came and Angel had to bite himself hard again, so close to cumming he was sure he’d fall over the edge.
“Give me the plug,” Husk commanded, and Angel passed it to him, hand trembling. Husk pulled out slowly and slipped the plug inside him. “There we go. All filled up with my cum, just like you like it.”
Angel let go of his ass cheeks and Husk slapped one. “Now turn around.”
Angel turned, still holding his dress up, stumbling a bit on his shaky legs. Husk wasn’t holding his phone anymore. He dropped to his knees, grasped Angel’s thighs in his hands, and took his cock in his mouth fully. Angel gasped, one of his lower hands grabbing Husk’s hair hard. He was already so fucking close that it only took a few strokes of Husk’s vibrating tongue to make him fall.
“Ah, I’m cumming! Fuck, I love you so much!” Angel cried out, and Husk swallowed every drop.
Angel sagged against the bathroom stall wall, trying to calm his breathing. He watched as Husk returned to his regular size. He stood up and grabbed the back of Angel’s head, tugging him into a kiss. Angel returned it with all the passion he had, so satisfied and in love he forgot about the people listening in until they spoke.
“What are they doing now?”
“I dunno. It sounded like it got sappy.”
“I thought it was cute.”
Angel started laughing, and it set Husk off, both of them still trying to kiss unsuccessfully, which just made them laugh harder.
“Now they’re laughing?”
Angel dropped his dress back down and helped Husk button his shirt while he fixed his pants. Once they were presentable again, they stepped out of the stall. Husk took Angel’s hand in his, squeezing it and smiling before they headed to the exit.
A ferret and lizard demon were standing by the sinks. Clearly, they had been their audience. They didn’t say a word as Husk and Angel walked by them. Angel gave them a wink. The lizard smiled and waved while the ferret gave him a thumbs up, face completely deadpan.
When they got home, Husk told Angel to sit on the couch and read the next part of the script while he fed Fat Nuggets.
Husk: Since you hate eating a big meal after having a big lunch, I thought we could be responsible adults and just eat more dessert for dinner. It’s Hell after all, so who gives a shit about proper nutrition?
Angel: I like the way you think!
Husk: I got you your favorite cake! I hid it behind the pineapple juice yesterday when I brought it home, since you hate the stuff.
Angel: Pineapple juice is disgusting, but I can’t deny it makes your cum taste even better.
Angel lowered the script and eyed a smirking Husk, who had joined him on the couch.
“Get to the pineapple juice part?” he asked.
“Yes,” Angel snorted.
“Am I wrong?”
“No! But I still maintain pineapple juice is disgusting!”
“Hey, I'm not making you drink it. I think you’re delicious, even without the pineapple juice.” Husk licked his lips and leaned forward. “I’ll prove how much I like it when we’re done with the script.”
Angel gripped the paper so tight it crinkled.
Husk leaned back with a chuckle. “Five orgasms today, and you’re still so ready for me to suck your cock.”
“If I ever turn down a blowjob from you, I’ve been replaced. Shoot me immediately,” Angel said solemnly.
Husk smiled. “I promise you I will,” he said with the same level of sincerity, and they both started snickering.
Angel went back to the script.
Husk: Before I grab the cake and make us espresso so we can stay up all night fucking some more, I need to know, was this your best day?
Angel: [actually answer this]
Angel looked back up and grinned. “It has undoubtedly been the best day of my entire existence. You are the greatest boyfriend in the entire universe, and I love you so goddamn much!” Angel moved closer to him on the couch and gave him a quick kiss, not wanting to be too distracted if there was going to be rum cake and espresso coming.
“I love you more than anything,” Husk said when Angel pulled away. “I want to give you so many best days you won’t be able to choose which one is your favorite, but I hope today will still always be the top one. I have a good feeling about it.”
Husk stood up and went to the kitchen. Angel waited on the couch, wanting to turn to the next page of the script but not wanting to spoil it for himself. When he heard the Moka pot’s distinct sputtering, he joined Husk in the kitchen to help. The plug shifted as he stood and he hoped there would be a good fuck after the cake because he desperately wanted Husk again.
He poured them their cups of espresso and Husk carried the cake box and forks into the living room. They sat down again, thigh to thigh, and Husk's wings were twitching nervously, his tail flicking.
“What’s wrong?” Angel asked, knowing Husk’s body language like the back of his own hand.
“For the next part, can you start reading it aloud?”
Angel nodded, still worried why Husk seemed tense suddenly. He flipped the last page and started reading.
Husk: Before we open the cake box, I have an important question to ask you.
Angel: You can ask me anything!
Husk: Well, this is a really big one. Anthony, since I met you, I’ve never been happier in my entire—
“—existence.” Husk started saying the words aloud over Angel, then dropped off the couch in front of him on one knee.
Angel’s hands shook, eyes wide. Was what he thought was happening actually happening?
“Every minute we spend together is the best minute, and every touch the best touch. You’re my best friend, the best fuck I’ve ever had, but above all else, the love of my afterlife. If I had met you when I was alive, I think I’d have fallen in love with you there too, because no soul could possibly be more perfect for me than you. Will you—"
“Wait!” Angel cried out, tears streaming down his face. He stood up and ran to his purse, hanging on a coat hook by the door. He fumbled with the clasp, then the ring box, unsteady from adrenaline. He hurried back over and dropped on one knee in front of Husk, ring box in hand.
“Are you hijacking my proposal?” Husk asked, a huge smile on his face, his own eyes getting misty as his purr started up like an engine in the room.
“I like to think of it as co-proposing.”
Husk took a ring box out of his pocket, and he must have had it hidden in the kitchen because Angel would have definitely noticed if he had had it the entire night. He opened the box to reveal a beautiful gold diamond ring with a large square-cut center stone and a smaller ones on either side. It was the exact one he had always told Cherri he wanted if a man ever loved him enough to marry him, and he knew he’d have to thank her later.
“Will you marry me, Anthony?” Husk asked
“Depends. Will you marry me, Husk?” Angel countered, opening his own box.
“Absolutely!” Husk said enthusiastically, wings flapping, pupils huge.
“Then I guess that’s a yes from me too.”
They took turns putting the rings on each other’s fingers. When they were done, Angel tackled Husk to the floor, laying quick, loud kisses all over his face, making him laugh.
“I didn’t have a romantic speech,” Angel said when he was sure he had covered every inch. “I’m not good with words like you are.”
“I don’t care if you had just grunted and passed me the ring. I honestly didn’t think you were planning on proposing too. It was the best surprise. Cherri didn’t tell me a thing!”
“I’ve had this ring for weeks. I’ve been carrying it with me everywhere, but I could never find the right time. Leave it to you to plan an entire amazing day while I’ve been dragging my feet.”
Husk hugged Angel tightly and kissed his cheek. “That is seriously the cutest thing I have ever heard. What made you decide you wanted to marry me?”
“The day you got me Fat Nuggets. I realized that even if you already marked me forever, I wanted to marry you too. How about you?”
“I guess I was a little late, because it was only a couple of weeks ago, when you marked me and we had that amazing fucking session. I said to myself, ‘Better lock this guy down in as many ways as I can,’ and I bought a ring the next day.”
Angel laughed and kissed him properly this time. Their first kiss as an engaged couple felt somehow different. It was the kind of kiss Angel had always hoped he’d have one day, one filled with passion, adoration, devotion, and a sprinkle of lust. Husk’s purr was a constant rumble, and he wished he could purr too, so his fiancé would know how happy he was without words.
“I want celebration sex,” Angel said against Husk’s lips.
“Me too. Get up, and I’ll put away the cake for later.”
Angel hopped off him and shot back his espresso. “I’m going to need the energy so I can rock your world.”
Husk took his and shot it back too. “Good idea. Showing you how much I love you might take hours.”
“I’ll grab water from the fridge, so we don’t need to leave the bedroom. Granola bars too, in case we need a snack. And I’m calling in sick tomorrow.”
“Demons don’t get sick,” Husk chuckled, picking up the cake box and heading to the kitchen, Angel at his heels.
“If I leave, I get lovesick. It might end up terminal. I need to stay home.”
“Terminal? Well, we can’t have that. Seems like you have no choice but to stay in bed with me for the next twenty-four hours to keep you alive.”
Angel knew Valentino was going to be pissed, but he didn’t give a shit. He earned that bastard a ton of money, and he wouldn’t have the balls to fire him for taking an unscheduled day off.
“Oh, did you want to see what the cake said?” Husk asked, putting it on the counter and lifting the lid. Angel peeked over his shoulder. Written in pink frosting with hearts all around it was ‘Happy Engagement Day’.
“Wow, so confident I was going to say yes?” Angel teased.
“I was actually fucking terrified you were going to say no, and then I wasn’t sure where the fuck that would leave us. I’m happy with what we have now, but it would have been hard not to be devastated if you didn’t want to marry me.”
“That's why I didn’t propose! I was so worried you’d think it was stupid and say that we are already marked. Isn’t that enough? Why make it something formal? When you got down on one knee, I was so fucking relieved!” Angel kissed him gently. “I’m so fucking happy.”
“Me too.” Husk turned again, closing the box. “Okay, we need to hurry up because I need you naked and wrapped around me within the next few minutes or I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
They safely put away the cake, got water and granola bars, and headed to the bedroom. Fat Nuggets was snoozing on the bed, and Angel carefully moved him to one of his pet beds on the floor.
“The bed is reserved for a while, baby. Sorry,” he said, kissing the pig on the head.
He didn’t seem to mind, flopping on his side to snooze some more.
Husk already had the lube on the bed and was on his knees, arms outstretched for Angel. Angel happily flung himself into those arms and enjoyed Husk’s lips across his bare shoulder. Husk reached behind him and unzipped his dress, pulling the fabric down slowly. He gently pushed Angel onto his back and kissed down his chest and stomach as he shimmied the material down his body. When he got to his erection, he kissed it once, then moved on, making Angel pout a little and buck up.
“Be patient. I’m trying to worship your perfect body. That’s only one of my favorite parts of it.”
Husk’s body rumbled with his purr as he kissed Angel’s thighs, his knees, calves, and finally, each of his feet. The dress was now fully pulled down, and Husk tossed it off the bed.
“You’re wearing too many clothes!” Angel complained, sitting up and beginning to unbutton Husk’s shirt.
Together, they got him naked too, and Angel made sure to kiss every exposed piece of him that he could.
“Lie down,” Husk instructed, and Angel obeyed.
His fiancé spread his legs and gently tugged out the butt plug he still wore. He leaned down and licked at Angel’s ass, then up to his balls and finally up his shaft, swirling his tongue around the head.
“I want you inside me, and I want to kiss you! Please, Husk!” Angel begged, holding out his hands and making grabbing motions.
“Turning down a blow job? Wait... didn’t you say that meant you were replaced?” Husk said with a grin.
“I just want to be close to you right now. I’m feeling sentimental,” Angel said shyly.
Husk smiled. “Whatever you want, Anthony.” Husk grabbed the lube bottle and covered himself with the liquid, then used his elbows to brace himself over Angel. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, then leaned down and kissed him languidly, tongue caressing Angel’s with soft vibrating strokes.
Angel clung to him with all six of his arms, wanting to feel him in as many places as possible. He wrapped his legs around him too and used one of his lower hands to position Husk’s erection at his ass.
“Please,” he whimpered into Husk’s mouth.
Husk balanced on one elbow and used one hand on Angel’s lower back to shift his hips. “So fucking needy. I fucking love it,” he said before pushing into him slowly.
Angel moaned as Husk’s dick ground against his prostate, gentle but still stimulating.
“You always feel so fucking good,” Husk groaned. “I wanna go slow, okay? Not to tease you, I just want to savor this.”
“Okay,” Angel agreed.
It was something they had never done before. It was always a mad dash to orgasm with them, or Husk tormenting him so his orgasm would be more intense. This was something else entirely as Husk thrust in and out in an even rhythm.
Angel threaded the fingers of his upper hands in Husk’s hair, holding his mouth to his so they could kiss with the same speed. Husk’s wings were flapping like crazy, and Angel stroked the tops of them with his middle set of hands, making Husk shiver. Husk’s tail wrapped around one of Angel’s thighs, squeezing it gently. Angel dragged the nails of his lower hands along Husk’s lower back, then slid down so he could cup his ass cheeks, his hands moving with each thrust.
They moaned into each other’s mouths, bodies pressed tight together. Angel had never had sex like this before. His nerve endings were tingling everywhere their skin touched, and he didn’t want it to ever end. He wanted to lie here, limbs wrapped around his fiancé, tongues dancing, bodies sliding, forever. He didn’t care if he ever came. The journey, for once, was so much more important than the destination.
A thought suddenly hit him, and he accidentally let out a groan of embarrassment. Husk heard it and stopped moving, pulling his mouth away to look at Angel with concern.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, brow knit in worry.
Angel felt himself blush and moved a hand from Husk’s hair to cover his face. “Nothing! I was just thinking something cheesy. Keep going! Ignore me!”
“Now you have to tell me,” Husk said, moving the hand angling Angel’s hips to cup his face, stroking his cheek with his thumb. “You can’t keep these types of things from your fiancé. It’s bad luck or something.”
Angel snorted and, without moving his hand, said, “I just thought, ‘Hey, is this what they mean when they say they were making love?’ and ahh, saying it out loud is so much worse!”
Angel felt his entire body heat in embarrassment. Husk took Angel’s hand and forced him to move it off his face. His eyes were shining brightly, and he was smiling widely.
“I think it is. I’ve never done it before,” he said.
“Me either.”
“Well, I’ve never loved anyone even close to as much as I love you, so I think it’s appropriate.” He moved Angel’s palm to his lips to kiss it.
“And I have never loved anyone before at all. You’re the first,” Angel admitted. Not a single man in his life had ever made him feel the way the man above him did. “You’re my everything.”
“And you’re mine,” Husk said with a grin. He moved his hand back to Angel’s lower back and continued his prior rhythm. He rested his forehead against Angel's, his eyes filled with adoration.
“I’d do anything for you! I’d rather meet my final death than spend a day where you aren’t mine.” Angel hadn’t been able to find the right words to say earlier, but somehow, they flowed out of him now in a cascade. Tears pricked his eyes and began to slip down his face. “I love you so fucking much, and I’m so goddamn lucky that you love me too. I’m going to spend forever showing you how much you mean to me.”
“Damn, I thought you said you weren’t good with words.” Husk kissed Angel’s damp cheeks, his own eyes sparkling with unshed tears. “I love you, Anthony. Every fucking part of you. Forever. I can’t wait to marry you and have all of Hell know you're mine.”
Husk kissed his lips softly, and Angel melted into it, sighing with pleasure.
If anyone had told him seven months ago, when he had first knocked on this man’s door, that he was about to meet his soulmate, he’d have laughed at them. He had never believed he could find someone who was made for him, who would fit him in every way. Yet here he was, in the arms of a man who was everything he had ever wanted.
“This still okay, or do you need me to go faster?” Husk asked.
“I love it just like this! It feels so good!”
Husk kissed along his neck tenderly, then his scars, licking them gently.
“Mine,” Husk's voice rumbled.
“All yours.” Angel brushed his lips against Husk’s scars and traced his fingers along the ones on Husk’s forearms. “Mine.”
“Forever,” Husk assured him, rubbing his cheek against Angel's.
Angel lost track of time as they made love, enjoying the sensations and emotions they were sharing. When their orgasms came, both shuddering in each other’s arms, love proclamations pouring from their lips, he felt like his afterlife was truly perfect.