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Husk's room was dark. Red evening light cast in through the window, illuminating them both. Husk lounged in his armchair, dressed in only boxers and an open robe, while Angel perched naked in his lap.
Well. perched was the wrong word. Angel balanced precariously over one of Husk's thighs, held up only by his own leg strength as he ground into Husk's thigh, pussy soaking the fur there. Four of six arms were bound behind his back in one of Husk's more impressive ladder ties—the other two remained retracted, for safety. Despite his predicament, Angel would not bring them out—he trusted Husk, so much.
"How you doing, sugar?" Husk asked over Angel's heavy pants, gaze drifting from what he could see of his shibari masterpiece to Angel's reddening face.
"Considering I'm meant to be doing you? Poorly," Angel grumbled. "Very poorly."
Even so, there was no effort from Angel to actually stop grinding on Husk's leg. To anybody who asked, he'd blame it on how desperately he needed literally any kind of stimulation at all; no, this totally didn't feel good. Definitely not. He totally couldn't get off like this. Being restrained totally didn't make this sexier than it had any right to be.
Angel's eyes fluttered shut, inhaling as he straightened his posture and tucked his hips just so to rub his clit along the top of Husk's thigh.
A hushed, "Shit," escaped him, followed by a pleading look. "C'mon, whiskers, can't I—can't we accomplish the same thing on your cock? It'd feel so good for you, we can both get off like that so easy, baby."
Husk gave a lazy grin, placing a gentle hand on the small of Angel’s back and leaning forward to kiss across his collarbone in a way that made the fur on Angel’s neck stand up.
“That’s not the point though, Ange,” he said into heaving chest. “The point is for you to just focus on feeling good. It doesn’t always have to be a race to orgasm—not right away at least.”
Both of Husk’s hands traveled to Angel’s hips, gently squeezing as he guided him to slow his movements.
“You deserve pleasure, sugar,” Husk murmured, grin softening into something sweet. “Let yourself enjoy the moment. Don’t think about me, or cumming. Just think about feeling good.”
Husk punctuated his statement by beginning to press warm, open-mouthed kisses to Angel’s neck and shoulders.
"I dunno, toots, orgasms feel pretty fff... uhn..."
Angel trailed off, briefly forgetting his train of thought as Husk kissed his neck. Small, buzzing layers of pleasure settled from head to toe. To his own surprise, his grinding began to slow.
"...shit. Fuckin'—good," Angel barely managed to choke out, voice beginning to whine. "They're like, the whole point of sex. Orgasm, splooge, mazel tov, a baby, or whatever—c'mon."
Husk's breath was hot, gentle on his neck and shoulders, trailing down the surface of his skin. The remnants of it ghosted into his belly, building nice and slow. He rolled his hips again, nice and long... then opened his eyes again. He tugged at the binding of his arms, just barely.
“It might be a war crime, not to let a guy cum,” Angel commented, pushing his vulva down harder along Husk's thigh. He tried to slide up further in the chair, attempting to push his knee into Husk's crotch, but he unfortunately didn't bend that way. Well, he did, but he feared he might wind up kneeing the poor guy in the balls. That was a kink they hadn't discussed yet. "You don’t wanna be a war criminal, do ya? Touch my tits or somethin', they're like, right there—or, like, grab me and grind me nice 'n rough? You know you want to."
“What I want, baby,” Husk started, pulling back to lean his forehead into Angel’s, “is to help you feel good. To help you relax. I won’t be a total monster though.”
Husk leaned forward and kissed him soft, slow. Any time Angel attempted to bite, to push back, to intensify the kiss, Husk would pull back to let him breathe before diving in again.
Angel couldn't help the way his body reacted. Ordinarily, he would push harder, run head-first into chasing as much stimulation as possible, but here? With his arms tied soft behind his back, the fabric kissing his skin in the same tender way Husk kissed his lips? Here, he couldn't fight forward, couldn't push it back, and it was nice.
Husk’s hands slid up Angel’s torso until they rested on his rib cage, under his chest. He began to tease, his fingertips gently brushing up the outside of Angel’s chest, then around and down the middle, through his voluminous chest fluff. He continued to circle, coming closer and closer to Angel’s nipples with each pass.
A sharp inhale. "Mmn, fuck." Angel's back arched, pushing his chest into Husk's hands and trying to retrieve that overwhelming, half-numb sensation of touch on his nipples. When that first brush finally happened, the pleasure was so intense he swore he felt all of his organs melt. It was a feeling not dissimilar to the light desperation of a half-full bladder.
Husk's thigh had long-since become slippery, which would mat the fur if they weren't careful, but whatever. Don't think about that, right? Just feel.
"Babe," Angel whined, thighs twitching to tighten around Husk's. "How am I supposed to just focus on feelin' good if ya keep teasing? You're gonna make me lose my mind, at this rate, shit, I want those fingers of yours inside me."
"Angel," Husk sighed, pausing all movements to speak, "just relax. Breathe. The more you chase, the more frustrating this is going to be, okay?"
A gentle kiss pressed to Angel's lips.
"Try something for me, sugar. Close your eyes, and take deep breaths through your nose as you grind on my leg. And trust me. Please," Husk said, a twinge of pleading in his voice. He leaned away from Angel to watch him think, hands coming to cup his chest and comb through the fluff with his fingers.
"I'm going to take care of you, sweet thing," he murmured.
Angel didn’t know at what point he’d started to hold his breath. Not long enough to actively miss air, but long enough to set tension high in his body.
“Okay,” Angel acquiesced. “Okay. Alright. This is me relaxing. Here goes.”
Angel closed his eyes, taking a long, deep breath. Exhale. Pause. Inhale. Angel began to grind again, hips tilting forward and then back—exhale. Pause.
It happened slowly, Angel’s awareness of his body. The warmth of Husk’s leg from Angel’s heat, the subtle pleasure from his entrance grinding on Husk’s thigh. He’d never thought about it before, but having his whole vulva touched or rubbed was just overall kind of nice. Pair that with the presence of Husk’s hands on his chest, and it was almost soothing.
Angel moaned, soft, almost inaudible. His next grind caused his pussy to throb, which was a pleasant surprise when he wasn’t actively trying for it. He sucked on his bottom lip, shoulders and chest rising and falling with every inhale as he let loose.
“Alright, alright, I see what you mean,” Angel said, a little breathless. But only a little. “How’d you even come up with this, anyway?”
Husk nosed from Angel’s mouth to his jaw, peppering kisses along it.
“Oh you know,” he murmured, smile audible in his voice, “that genius brain of mine.”
Husk’s thumbs traveled towards each other until they brushed over Angel’s nipples, a gentle tease. Then they came back, over Angel’s budding nipples once more, until they resumed their original position on the outside of Angel’s chest.
He kept going. Husk timed the swipes of his thumbs with each rock of Angel’s hips, ghosting lips and tongue everywhere it could reach. He hummed in response to each little noise Angel made, a rumbling purr starting in his chest.
Angel got distracted by it all—of course he did, how could he not? For a guy with a constant need to speedrun orgasm as quickly as possible, he sure was able to get swept up in all the little things pretty easily.
Angel pushed his chest into Husk's hands, occasionally jerking and pulling back when the stimulation over his nipples inevitably became too much. He didn't realize his mouth had fallen open, letting out soft sounds and shuddering gasps, until he tried to swallow, only to find his tongue and throat dry. This prompted him to snap out of his reverie, and he opened his eyes, watching Husk's face, the heaviness of his eyes.
"I dunno what it is about that genius brain of yours," Angel said, "but it's makin' me want you to fuck me on the bed nice and slow while we stare into each other's eyes and shit."
Husk couldn’t help but laugh, gentle hand coming up to cup Angel’s cheek and pull him into a kiss.
“In a bit baby, okay? Let’s enjoy this for a little longer. You can do it, I know you can—you’re so good for me,” he whispered against Angels lips once he pulled back.
Husk’s hands left Angel’s chest, instead trailing delicately across ribs and stomach and hips and thighs. He continued to kiss Angel soft and slow, delicate enough that he could still breathe.
Angel sank into the kissing, then pulled away to nuzzle into Husk's cheek.
"You're really gonna make me be patient for a patient fucking?" Angel asked. There that pout was, playful. How many times was he going to pout tonight? Who knew. Probably at least sixty more.
Angel shifted on Husk's thigh, trying to get closer to his body. Unfortunately, this chair didn't allow for that, considering it had arms. Angel huffed. Mindless though it was, his grinding had grown a little harder, a little more intense, but it remained slow, languid. His breathing subconsciously matched with every forward stroke. He inhaled deeper, intentionally, trying to get Husk's hands on him more.
“So pretty like this, baby.”
"You think I'm pretty like this?" Angel said, pace stuttering. "Then your mind's gonna be fuckin' blown when you see how big and cute my eyes can be when you're balls deep and grindin' right into my—"
Angel moaned, full-chested and unintentionally. Did he get wetter? He was gonna ignore that.
"—ahh, Husk."
Husk’s slight grin into Angel’s mouth widened, his hands anchoring on Angel’s hips as he once more led the grinding, pressing Angel’s hips forward and back until Angel was sure Husk could feel the drag of his clit.
“There you are sweet thing. Isn’t this so nice? Letting me take care of you, letting yourself feel good? We have all the time in the world,” Husk murmured, pressing chaste kisses to Angel’s cheeks and chin and jaw.
Husk brought his hands back up to Angels ribs, thumbs stroking wherever they could reach, before he moved further up to palm at Angel’s chest and brush teasingly over his nipples once more.
“Let go, Ange.”
A brief denial flared up in Angel's mind—an argument to the contrary, true or false, and certainly urgings to resist. He let his mouth stay open in his attempt to suggest Husk was jumping the gun. Let go? He wasn't close, not close at all.
And then Angel's core muscles squeezed, sending a jolt through him. It occurred to him far too late that he'd long since passed that point: he melted like the first snow in the subsequent heatwave, legs wide open as he humped Husk's leg slowly, following every guided rock. He leaned forward to get closer, closer, closer.
Burying his face in Husk's shoulder, Angel came with a fluttery series of moans, thighs instinctively tightening around Husk's to keep as much contact as possible—he didn't want shit other than to be held. Husk gripped at his hips, continuing to rock him through his shuddering orgasm with his face buried in Angel's hair and murmuring quiet, sweet praises.
Angel fell still not long after, well-spent and relaxed for once in his goddamn life.
In his delirium, Angel felt Husk’s hands move around to his back and begin to untie Angel's arms. He did the top set first, undoing knot by knot, until the rope fell away. He then untied Angel's lower set—a much more difficult task, given the angle—much to the relief of the angry red marks on Angel's arms.
Once Angel processed that his arms were freed, he wrapped his upper two around Husk’s neck, and his lower two around Husk’s torso. To the best of his ability, he clung to Husk not unlike a koala might.
"I'm gonna move you, okay sugar?" Husk said gently, a warning more than a question. Angel moved with him, letting himself be sat up, his legs swung around until they hung over the arm of the chair. Husk then tugged Angel back into his lap, his right hand wrapped around Angel's back to squeeze his hip while the other rubbed up and down the tops of Angel’s thighs.
"Hey baby," he whispered into Angel's forehead. "How're you doing?"
“Mhmm,” Angel murmured. He buried his face into Husk’s neck, breathing him in. “Ten outta ten thigh you got there, babe. Would ride again.”
By the time Husk would open his mouth to respond, Angel had already fallen asleep.