So uh... I've been so lost in this piece that I did some writing? All that Christmas food has made me sluggish, but I really wanted to finish this piece.
“What do you want?”, Husk asked, his voice a dangerously low growl. He was highly aware of the spider’s fingers, trailing over his forearms and wings, making him shiver. The close contact threatened to overwhelm his conscious efforts to hold back the purr deep in his chest, but he kept himself in check and his hands planted solidly on the poker table besides Angel’s hips. The spider had initiated this, on his own, unprovoked and completely sober. He had planned it, behind Husks back, Lucifer’s sake. The lounge was empty, the door closed.
Angel whimpered, not accustomed to having to listen to his own body when he was with a partner. But the cat had been such a tease the entire evening, it had driven him absolutely wild… It was so fucking obvious what he wanted, wasn’t it?! He may have initiated the flirting, but Husk had never been this… receptive to it before? Playing along in their verbal sparring and giving as good as he received, whilst keeping his behaviour that of a perfect gentleman? He arched his back groaning, his fingers tensing in the feathery elbow joints of Husk’s wings, drawing the cat closer to him.
“Use your words, Angel.” The low rumble so close to his ear elicited another high pitched noise from the pale sinner squirming beneath him. It felt good - no, exhilarating - to know he had such an effect on the spider, who was writhing with desperate desire. But Husk wasn’t entirely doing this to rile him up, he needed to hear Angel consenting. He wasn’t like that vile excuse of an overlord. Angel was one hell of an actor, but he was a bad liar. The gambler could read his face like a book, and seeing him speak the words would be the only green flag he would allow himself.
Husk’s chest hovered mere inches from his own, expertly fluffed fur. Did Husk not know how difficult it was to form the words, when he felt the proximity of their bodies by the increasing heat between them? When the feline sounded so confident, so commanding, it tripled Angel’s heartbeat? He forced himself to take a deep breath, causing the thick of his chest fluff to graze the cat’s own fur. “I-uh…”, the spider stuttered, unable to meet his glowing eyes. “Touch… touch me? Please?”
A hungry grin flashed on the winged cat’s face for the fraction of a second, before he tamed his features. “There we go. Good boy”, he murmured approvingly, gently placing his right paw on Angel’s waist. He let his fingers snake between his fur down to his hot, gooseprickly skin. He hadn’t expected the ex-pornstar to naturally fall into submission so easily, but he was not about to complain. His thumb slowly traced the pink line up from where it emerged under his high waisted shorts to his ribs, Angel trembling under his touch. Husk stared down between them, where he was holding the spider so comfortably in one hand. He adjusted his arm to support Angel’s back, giving in to the gentle tug on his wings, lowering himself even closer to the angelic sinner. He could feel Angel’s hand softly pressing up his chin so he would look at him. Husk gladly complied, now unable to stop the purring but he barely even noticed. He was too distracted by the bright magenta orbs in the mismatched eyes, reflecting his golden glowing irises back at him. He leaned into the gentle finger beckoning his face closer, their foreheads now touching. Husk could feel the spider’s ragged breath on his lips. “I need you to tell me what you want, legs. I ain’t gonna do anything tonight I haven’t heard you explicitly ask for, understood?”, he rasped.
Angel felt the fur at his back stand on end, torn between pressing himself into the cat’s massive, warm paw at his back, and pulling up closer to the sinner hovering over him. He willed his brain to think in full sentences. “I want ya… I want ya to kiss me.” He whispered.
Husk didn’t need to be told twice and obliged, pulling their bodies flush together.
