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Husk squirms, caught between bucking up into the hand slowly pumping his cock and the fingertip gently curling toward his prostate. He chews the corner of his lip and slams his eyes closed when he accidentally makes eye contact with a woman across the room who raises her glass, as if to toast him, and winks.
“Angel,” Husk hisses through teeth, “everyone's looking.”
The man in his lap is just short enough that Angel can still see what he’s doing as he swirls a thumb around the head of Husk’s dick in the way that makes breath catch. Angel hums against the back of Husk’s head as he squeezes him in a grounding hug with upper arms. “Mmmm, not everyone.”
Some of the couples spread throughout the club are in their own little worlds, their own scenes. The place doesn't even market itself as a sex club. It's really more of a lounge. Classy. A good place for a fancy drink on a date night and a great place to get Husk experimenting with something new in what happens to be a very open room with a very loose policy on PDA. Husk and Angel have certainly garnered some attention from nearby patrons. Noone is asking them to stop though. As long as they're not raucous and interrupting the vibes, nobody will object to the free show with their expensive drinks.
Angel whispers along the back of Husk’s ear. “The ones who are looking are pretty jealous.”
Husk shudders and leans a little heavier back against Angel in their not-so-private booth. “Of who?”
Angel giggles and trails fingers lightly up Husk’s dick to make him squirm again. “Us, silly! Because we look amazing tonight.”
It took a little work to get Husk into a full suit, mostly because all of Angel’s pieces to lend had too many arms or way too long legs. But, in the end, Husk is wearing the jacket Angel wore open and off-shoulder to an awards show a few years ago- heart cutout in the back the perfect size for wings- and the matching pants are cuffed at ankles with a contrasting lining flashy enough Angel wishes he had worn them that way. Sure, the pants are a little tight on Husk and they had to pop a seam for a tail, but Angel certainly wasn't complaining and now the pants are pushed down to the tops of thighs anyway as Angel pleasures Husk slowly at their table. Angel’s also giving himself a ten out of ten for the chic, strapless number he’d forgotten way in the back of his closet. He’s been so horny since the moment Husk let him touch a knee under the table that Angel would be burning up without so much exposed skin. His only regret is maybe not talking Husk into a skirt to have made fingering easier. You live and learn.
There's a Sinner two tables over who has been watching hungrily since the moment Angel coaxed Husk, blushing from nose to tail, into his lap. When the Sinner finally moves to stand, as if to come over, Angel shoots him a glare so dark the man sits back down immediately and pretends to flag down a waiter to hide embarrassment. He’s welcome to watch but nobody is allowed to touch what belongs to Angel.
“Ah! Angel!”
Husk whimpers and Angel eases his grip and stops pressing fingers so insistently inside. He may have gotten a little overzealous for a second. Someone in the room snickers.
Angel carefully kisses the heart mark inside a tall ear in apology and clears his throat before keeping his voice low again. “You know, I think they're mostly jealous of me because I've got you in my arms and you are so delectable right now.”
Husk grits his teeth and lets his head fall back against Angel’s shoulder. He still doesn't know how to take a compliment but Angel’s going to teach him. Husk responds more honestly to praise with his body, which clenches around Angel's fingers and leaks over his palm.
Husk grumbles, “Are you going to tease me into a second death?”
“Depends. Do you want to cum for all these people?”
It's what Angel wants. For everyone to see what they can't have.
Husk's eyes ease back open and tip up toward Angel. With absolute sincerity, he says, “I want to cum for you.”
Angel almost unseats Husk when his own hips jerk up in desperate approval. Angel presses their foreheads tightly together and doubles the pace of his hands. “Fuck! You always get me with that sappy stuff!”
Husk holds Angel’s cheek in his palm, panting too hard to say anything as he watches Angel jerk him off. They’re trying not to be too loud but every exhale feels like a shout to Husk when they're in a room full of nothing but low music and hushed conversations, the sounds of settling ice cubes, and the rasp of an occasional lighter strike. A slim finger slips into Husk’s mouth to give him something to bite down on just as his tail curls and he cums all over their table in jerky spurts.
“Good. So good, Husk!” Angel hugs the man tight to his chest and tugs up the hem of his own dress. He drags Husk’s bare ass back over his aching erection and thanks Past Angel for the foresight of going commando.
Husk shudders at the kiss to the back of his ear and then holds his breath as lips warp into a wicked grin.
“Now be a really good boy and ask a waiter for some napkins so you can clean up your mess.”
Husk raises two fingers weakly and makes barely focused eye contact with the nearest waiter who smirks at him. Husk’s heart pounds against his ribs when Angel slips inside him and doesn't show any signs of stopping.