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“This is so fuckin’ stupid.”
“No, it's not.” Angel said it without any room for argument.
Husk was glaring at him. He wasn’t mad. He was embarrassed. Mortified. The feeling was prickling hot over his skin under his fur. He had crossed his arms over his chest and his wings were tucked up behind him defensively. Husk was making himself small, closing off. Angel couldn’t be serious about this. Husk couldn’t put that on.
“Ya like it when I wear dresses.”
As if that mattered right now. That was something entirely different!
“Well, you're you.” Husk uncrossed one arm to gesture up and down Angel’s body like that explained it, even without any words.
Angel was so tall and skinny. All legs that looked impossibly longer in the tight little skirts he liked to wear. Husk liked the small curve of his ass, how the hem of the skirt sat right under it. There had to be some freaky hell magic involved in it never riding up and exposing anything that it wasn't supposed to. He liked the type of dresses that made Angel’s chest even rounder and softer looking. He liked the glittery ones that made each of Angel’s fluid movements even more dramatic.
“I am what, kitten?” Angel demanded, leaning his face a little closer to Husk's. Low and teasing. In that voice that made Husk’s cheeks turn pink.
And how dare he use that name right now? It made Husk’s brain all mushy and unfocused. Angel knew that. He had just thought of so many details of Angel in a dress, but now that he was being put on the spot, his mind came up blank.
“Pretty and hot and I don't know.” Husk grunted, frustrated. “It just makes sense on you.”
“Well, good thing I think you’re pretty and hot, too.”
Angel turned away from Husk to face the dress. He reached out, letting his fingertips glide over the light cream fabric. It was laid out flat over his bed. There were too many ruffles on it and the sleeves were all puffy. A short dress but still far longer than anything Angel usually picked for himself. It would hit just above Husk’s knees probably.
Gently, one of Angel’s lower hands found Husk’s paw, pulling it away from his own chest. He smiled so softly at Husk, that it made his defenses melt. Husk’s shoulder sagged, his wings unfurled.
“Try it, okay? Your daddy picked it out just for you. It's special, right?”
His daddy. Another unfair phrasing, that Husk just couldn’t resist.
He clung to Angel’s small hand in his. “Right.”
“If ya really don’t like it, then ya can take it right off and I'm never askin’ again. We don’t even have to keep it at all.”
Fuck, he was going to fold, wasn’t he? Angel was going to get him to say yes eventually. Husk already knew it in his bones. It was simply a matter of how long it would take Angel to convince him.
He sighed. “It'll look terrible on me.”
Angel made a small “oh” sound, like he had just understood something. Something had apparently clicked into place for him but Husk wasn’t sure what that piece was.
“You'll look beautiful to me. Ya always do.” Angel cupped Husk’s face with his top hands to make him look up, straight at him. All without letting go of Husk’s paw. “Is that what this is about? Not that it's a dress but that you'll look bad?”
Husk shrugged. Maybe it was. His body wasn’t made for it. He was an old drunk, trapped in a weird cat-bird hybrid of a body. He would look ridiculous and Angel wouldn’t enjoy it. Whatever hot fantasy, Angel had built in his head, would come crumbling down when he actually saw it. So Husk would rather not try at all.
“Daddy just wants to play dress up. That's okay with ya, right?”
Angel caressed his cheeks and Husk had to swallow down the purr that was stubbornly trying to escape his chest. He was getting lost in the glowing magenta of Angel’s eyes. He lost track of any doubt he had about this. If Angel wanted to do this, he would at least try. He would, however, complain about it just a bit.
“You and your stupid puppy eyes. I never stood a fuckin’ chance.”
Angel erupted in giggles, crashing his face into Husk’s in what he assumed was meant to be a kiss but was mostly a quick collision. He tried again after calming down just a bit and this time their mouths properly slotted together. The kiss was desperate and full of hunger and Husk could barely keep up with Angel's enthusiasm.
When they parted, Angel was smiling so wide, Husk couldn’t stop himself from returning it. Oh, the things Husk would do just to see him smile like that. Well, one of those things was apparently putting on a dress.
It never took long for Angel to strip Husk down to his underwear. Not that there was a lot to take off in the first place, but Angel had perfected it. He knew how to efficiently tug his suspenders off, how to pull his bowtie loose, how not to get his tail caught in his pants. Somehow, Angel had just as easy of a time with helping Husk into the dress. He maneuvered Husk into it with a speed that had Husk struggling to follow a single thing that happened between him stepping into the puddle of dress arranged on the floor and Angel meticulously plucking on the sleeves to get them to puff out just right.
Husk was dizzy.
Suddenly, Angel was behind him.The dress dipped low in the back, sitting right at the small of Husk’s back. Angel’s fingertips trailed a line down his spine, instinctively he arched his back. Another hand joined to start tying the bow in the back and drping it into place.
“I needed it to show off your wings. Ya have such a pretty back.” Angel pressed a kiss to the back of Husk’s ear and then patted his hip. “Go look in the mirror, whiskers. Tell me what ya think.”
The nerves were getting to him in the few steps it took to get in front of Angel’s full length mirror. Husk’s heart was beating up in his throat. Angel hadn’t really said much about the dress at all. Right now that was much more important to Husk. More important that Angel liked it, that Angel got to enjoy this the way he had wanted to.
Seeing himself in the mirror wasn’t as strange as Husk had expected. The color was nice on him - quite different than his usual color palette, but nice. Husk could tell Angel had put thought into picking the dress. It accentuated the lines and curves of his body. The puffy sleeves should look stupid but somehow they balanced out the pouffy bottom half. He smoothed the fabric of the skirt down, it felt surprisingly nice against his paws.
Husk didn’t know what to say. He had expected a much stronger reaction to seeing himself. But this just felt fine, oddly normal. Maybe a bit embarrassing but not nearly as bad as it had been when he had seen the dress first, when it sat out on Angel’s bed. Somehow, attached to his body, it made more sense. Even if Husk couldn't explain that feeling in itself.
Angel’s face appeared over Husk’s shoulder in the mirror. Husk needed to say something. He landed on: “Would've thought you'd pick somethin’ more sexy.”
“I just think my kitten should look as cute as I know ya are.” Angel ran a hand along Husk’s side, down from his ribcage, over the curve of his waist, down to the puff the dress created over his hips. “An’ I think this is plenty sexy, baby.”
“Oh sure,” Husk grumbled. He didn’t dislike this exactly, but he sure wasn’t seeing what Angel was.
Sexy wasn’t on the list of words he would use to describe the dress. It was soft and frilly and sweet looking. It even made Husk accept being called cute without complaining. But Husk was still busy trying to figure out what exactly Angel wanted to get out of this. He was already regretting calling it stupid earlier, but Angel had sprung it on him so spontaneously he just had a bad knee-jerk reaction.
“Don't believe me that I like it, kitten?”
Angel stepped up closer behind Husk, top arms wrapping loosely over his shoulders, bottom pair grabbing his hips tightly. Angel pressed himself flush against Husk's back between his wings.
Angel was hard. And not just starting to fill in either. Rock hard, throbbing against Husk's ass and lower back. Husk’s own blood started rushing, heat spreading low in his own belly.
“Fuck, okay.” The words came out shaky and breathless. “I believe you.”
Angel’s smile grew into a predatory grin. “Ya look so sweet, baby. Like a little doll.”
“So that’s what you wanted?” Husk had finally caught on. In the mirror, he held Angel’s gaze, making big, round eyes at him. “Sweet little thing to ruin, daddy?”
Even all the fabric between them couldn’t hide the way Angel’s cock twitched at hearing Husk’s words. Husk ground his ass back, earning a shaky gasp from Angel. He leaned his head back against Angel’s chest, Angel instantly nuzzling back, chin between Husk’s ears.
This was it. Good old corruption. Husk could get behind that, before Angel he had just never seen himself on this side of that fantasy.
Angel might have been the professional actor, but if Husk had learned something about himself since they had played with this daddy thing the first time, then that Husk could act the part. Angel had broken the area of Husk’s brain that used to make him stop when things embarrassed him. Now Husk knew how to power through the heat in his cheeks and the rushing in his ears. Now Husk knew how to have fun with it.
“You'll be gentle, right daddy?” Husk purred, barely keeping himself from laughing.
A little giggle escaped Angel, before he put on a serious face. “I'll be careful with my little princess.”
Oh. Oh. That surely shouldn’t have gone straight to Husk's dick. He knew he liked Angel a little possessive but Husk was an old man and he surely wasn’t about to get hard over being called “princess”. That couldn’t be happening. He was playing into a ridiculous, silly fantasy for Angel. Nothing else.
With a gentle stroke across the back of Angel's hands on his hips, Husk got Angel to loosen his grip enough to be able to turn in his arms. He stretched up to press his lips against Angel’s. If he gave himself a proper reason to get hard, he might be able to distract himself from investigating the princess dilemma any further. Husk let his jaw go slack and Angel didn’t waste a single second before licking into his mouth. Husk’s paws found Angel’s waist, pulling them impossibly closer together. Kissing like that was like time had frozen, like nothing existed besides the two of them.
When Angel tried to break it off, Husk chased after him until his lips were out of reach. Stupid height difference.
Angel chuckled. “Baby?”
Husk reluctantly opened his eyes and hummed his acknowledgment.
“Would ya let me go for a moment?”
He didn’t want to. He wanted to hold Angel longer. He didn’t want to stop. He let out a displeased sigh, that made Angel chuckle, but did let go anyway. His paws smoothed the skirt again - desperate to have something to do. Who knew a dress was this good to fidget with? Much better than pants.
Finally free to move, Angel dropped to his knees in one fluid motion. His eyes were so wide and excited, Husk’s heart skipped a beat. It was hard to believe anyone would ever look at him like that but here he was. Arguably the most desired guy in all of hell, on his knees for him, looking up at him like Husk was the most precious thing he had ever seen.
“I wanna taste you, sweetheart.” Angel ran a hand up Husk’s tigh slowly under the dress. “Hold it up for me.”
Husk didn’t need to be told twice. His paws reached for the hem of the dress, grabbing fist fulls of fabric to hold up high above his hips.
“Just like that. Good kitty.”
Angel was already busy with pulling Husk’s underwear down to free his dick. He had just stepped out of it, when Angel wrapped a hand around the base and licked a line over the head, collecting the first few drops of precum on his tongue. The surprise of the fast move made the moan break out of Husk all unfiltered and startled.
For a split second, Husk saw a genuinely excited smile on Angel’s face. No acting, no playing it up for a scene, just utter joy and anticipation. Husk's own smile breaking character too to return the feeling.
And then Angel pounced. Taking Husk into his mouth in one go until his lips met his hand still wrapped around it. Husk saw stars. Angel’s mouth was perfectly warm and wet and addicting. He bopped his head, hollowed his cheeks and moaned around it like he was having the time of his afterlife. Every time his mouth pulled back, dick sliding out, he ran his thumb over the barbs on the underside.
The first time Angel had tried that move on him, Husk had cum in an instant. By now he could resist it just a little bit longer.
It took all the brain power Husk had left to make sure he was keeping the dress up and out of the way without digging his claws into the fabric. He couldn't break it. Not something Angel had picked out just for him.
Another one of Angel’s hands came up to cup Husk’s balls and Husk went weak in the knees. He barely knew how he was still holding himself up without collapsing. It was an overwhelming, dizzying feeling.
“Please, daddy, so close,” he babbled.
Judging from the rasp in his own voice, he must have been moaning the entire time but he had been much too mesmerized by watching and listening to every sound Angel was making to notice.
“Daddy,” Husk pressed the word out with effort. Half sob, half desperate warning.
Angel’s eyes sparkled. There was no way he had even considered stopping. He squeezed and swallowed around him and Husk stood no chance.
He came buried deep in Angel’s mouth, who held him there until he had stopped twitching and he had swallowed every last drop of Husk’s cum. Angel made a show of pulling off. Letting his mouth fall open so Husk could watch the drag of his dick against Angel’s tongue. It was obscene. Husk whimpered pathetically. That seemed to make Angel have enough mercy on him to let his hands fall away and let Husk go.
Husk swayed, exhausted - almost keeling over.
Just in time, Angel’s hands shot up, keeping Husk upright by his hips and thighs. “Oh princess!” Fuck, not again. Angel had noticed hadn’t he? “Daddy has so much else to show ya.”