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They sat side by side on Angel's bed, Husk to Angel's right.
Husk continued to avoid eye contact.
"I'm not gonna be disappointed, Husk. If you got a cloaca or somethin it ain't a problem, I mean it. There are these strap-ons that are kinda two-way, if ya know what I mean, an there are the double-ended-"
"-I don't know if we can use those things with what I got." The pillow on his lap remained exactly where it was.
Angel put a hand on Husk's shoulder. "I don't care if it's small, either." He raised an eyebrow. "Or is it barbed? I got special condoms for that."
"That's not-"
"-just show me what we're workin with!" Angel said, exasperated.
With a heavy sigh, Husk moved the pillow.
At first, Angel couldn't figure out what Husk could have possibly been embarrassed about. It was a decent size, about five inches, about an inch in diameter, with a rounded tip, a slight flare at the end, and a gentle upward curve. The same color red as his wings. "Aw, come on, Husky, this guy is great!" He reached out with his lower right hand and wrapped his fingers around, sliding his thumb along it. Strangely smooth. It suddenly struck Angel that he wasn't sure if he had seen one quite like this before, but that couldn't be true. He's been working as a prostitute for over seventy years; he's seen everything. And something was oddly familiar about it. "It's just like one of my favorite toys! It's one of them designed to stimulate the g-spot in girls, and the prostate for-"
He cut himself off.
The tip was smooth. There was no hole, no urethra. And there was a firmness to it, not completely without give, but nothing like flesh. He finally looked away from it, to Husk's face.
A face that held a resigned look to it.
"Yeah," Husk mumbled, "it probably is just like that toy. Including it not feeling anything."
Angel was floored.
This really was something he'd never seen before.
"...well," Angel tried to recover, like this wasn't something new, "ya can feel in other places, can't ya? Like here-" He leaned closer, and reached with his upper left hand towards the opening he saw below, where this, thing, came out of. This looked like a cloaca. His fingers slightly pressed in, and felt wetness there.
That got a surprised groan from Husk.
Angel felt him become more slick.
"There we are," Angel said with a grin. But the grin soon faltered as a thought occurred to him, and he glanced at Husk's claws. He looked again at Husk face, and asked, "Ya do own a dildo, right?"
Husk looked away again, embarrassed look back on his features. "No. I don't masturbate. I haven't..." He trailed off.
Fucking Christ.
"Fucking Christ," Angel all but exclaimed, "have you not cum in years or somethin?"
His ears were all the way down, clearly very, very embarrassed. "I managed to get off once by grinding my paw...onto it, but doing that took half an hour and I hurt my shoulder, so I didn't bother since. And the two other people I've been with were all weird about it, so..."
"So you've only cum once since you landed in Hell?" This was seriously fucked up.
"I'd rather not talk about it when you've got your fingers in my...whatever." Husk closed his eyes. His hips shifted, then stilled.
"Oh yeah..." Angel smirked, and decided it was better to not dwell in the past, and instead to live in the present.