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It started with a touch.
A gentle hand pressed to overheated, taut skin between wings and Husk jerked away with a gasp. He hadn’t expected the shock of electricity that ran all the way down his spine starting from where that slender hand touched him and leading to the base of his tail and it nearly took his breath away.
That was how he figured out it was starting.
“Whoa, baby, you okay?”
Husk sat up in bed and looked over his shoulder where his husband of four months as of today lay, the blanket pulled up to his hips, one strap of his tank top off his shoulder, having fallen while he slept. Angel blinked sleepily up at Husk and the cat demon sighed, shaking his wings out. “Sorry.” he muttered softly.
“No need to apologize. Are you okay?” Angel asked, sitting up beside Husk and reaching forward like he was going to touch him again, then thought better of it and pulled his hand back.
“Yeah.” Husk shook his wings again, a chill that just wouldn’t go away keeping him from being able to sit still. “It’s starting.”
“Hm?” Angel asked, stretching to the side and groaning when his back popped. “What is?” He lifted all four of his arms above his head in another stretch.
“Molting season.” Husk sighed.
Angel dropped his arms, all four shoulders popping and rolled his neck. “That's the one where you lose all your feathers and grow pretty new ones, right?”
“Yes.” Husk shook his wings for a third time, gritting his teeth angrily at this feeling that just wouldn’t fucking leave him alone. “God dammit.”
“What can I do for ya, dollface?” Angel asked. He pulled his legs up underneath him, eyeing Husk warily, fingers twitching against the mattress as he held himself back from reaching forward and touching his husband.
Husk rolled his shoulders, getting no relief there, and got up out of bed. He stood in the middle of their room and stretched his wings wide, examining them. They still looked normal, though he could tell they would start getting scruffier and more overgrown over the next few days as his new feathers grew in and his old ones started to fall out. He’d be a real mess here soon and he hated that he already couldn’t get rid of the feeling that something was touching him even though nothing was even close to him, not even a stitch of clothing on his body right then. “I don’t know.” he said honestly.
This was his first molting season with Angel by his side as more than just a new fling. They’d started dating around this time a year ago and when Husk had started to go through his molt, it had been pretty easy to keep to himself for it. They weren’t sharing a room yet at that point, hadn’t had sex yet, weren’t really doing anything other than calling each other “boyfriend” by then. So Husk had faked sick and hidden out in his room for a week while he got through the worst of his molt. The second week had been easier since he’d lost most of his feathers, he was just sensitive to the touch where new ones hadn’t regrown yet. Luckily at that point, Angel hadn’t been confident enough in the relationship to reach out and just touch Husk’s wings whenever he wanted.
Things had changed quite a bit in the past year.
Now, Angel was almost always touching Husk in some capacity. Whether hanging off of him like a koala or just holding his hand, Angel was always close by and that could very well prove to be a problem.
“How long does your molt usually take?” Angel asked, sitting upright in bed and kicking the blankets away.
“Few weeks.” Husk grumbled. “The first week is the worst when I lose most of my feathers and am growing new ones. After that, it gets a bit easier but I’m still usually sensitive until everything has regrown.”
Angel nodded sympathetically. “Well… I feel bad just sittin’ here watchin’ ya struggle. I want to help, is there really nothing I can do?”
“No.” Husk swallowed hard and an involuntary shiver ran down his spine. There was actually something Angel could do, but even just the idea of his hands running over Husk’s wings, plucking out loose feathers, touching him when he felt like this was too much. “Fuck,” he muttered and ran a hand down his naked body to grip at his now aching cock.
Angel followed his hand with intrigued pink eyes and raised a brow when he noticed his husband was hard. “Oh, I see,” he said. “It’s that kind of sensitive.”
“What did you think I meant?”
“Like pain sensitive. Not aroused sensitive.”
“I could deal with it a helluva lot better if it were pain sensitive instead.” Husk muttered, “Getting a fucking boner every time my wings so much as brush something is not very ideal and when they’re as sensitive as they are, keeping them bunched up can actually get painful after a while.”
Angel cocked his head to the side in thought, shifting to the edge of the bed and letting his feet rest on the floor, nails tapping on the wood. “I don’t remember you going through a molt last year,” he said. “Is it like an every other year thing or somethin’?”
“No, it's every year. I had one last year. You just didn’t get to see the worst of it.”
“Oh.” Angel looked a little hurt by that and Husk wanted to reach out and stroke his cheek but he knew if he touched his husband right now, he would be feeling it for the rest of the day. As much as he loved Angel, he was still feeling that touch on his back and he had work today. Anymore touches and he’d be begging whatever God may be up there to let him crawl out of his skin by the end of the day.
“Sorry, sweetheart.” Husk said softly. “We’d only just started dating when it happened, I didn’t want you to see me like this. I faked a cold until the worst of it was over and had Niff help me clean up the mess of feathers before I let you come see me.”
“Niffty knew?” Angel asked, looking even more hurt by the second. Husk wanted to kick himself.
“Yes, her and Alastor both did.”
“And you didn’t tell me ?”
“I- no.” Husk sighed. “I didn’t.” he didn’t even have a good excuse for it. Why hadn’t he told Angel? Because he was embarrassed? That was the lamest excuse he’d ever heard, even coming from him.
“Why?”
“I was… Ugh I was stupidly embarrassed. We hadn’t even had sex yet so the idea of you seeing me so… vulnerable as I tend to get during my molts made me want to die. Again .” he sighed. “I’m sorry, baby. I should never have kept it from you and I’m sorry. That was so fucking stupid of me.”
Angel reached forward, like he wanted to take Husk’s hand but Husk stepped away, shaking his head. Angel nodded and lowered his hand. “Well, I guess the past is in the past. I wish you’d told me then but at least you’re tellin’ me now.”
Husk smiled, relief making his shoulders sag. He didn’t deserve this pretty spider, he really, really didn’t. “I love you, Anth.”
“And I love you, amore . Now,” Angel got to his feet, yanking his strap back up to his shoulder and Husk took another small step away from him. “What can I do to help ya? You clearly don’t want to be touched right now so I’ll try to remember to keep my distance but I’m off work today and tomorrow so just say the word and I’ll help ya however I can.”
Husk smiled at him and backed up another small step, hissing when his left wing bumped against the bathroom door frame. He stepped away from it with a shiver, clenching his fists. “God dammit.” he muttered. He was going to be feeling that all damn day now too. How fucking wonderful .
“How about breakfast?” Angel asked, stepping carefully around Husk to grab his robe where it had been tossed onto his vanity chair last night when he fell into bed after a late night bath to get the feeling of the client he’d been with all evening off his skin, slipping it on and tying it tight around his waist. “I’ll make some pancakes and talk to Charlie about giving you the next couple days off. I’m sure she’ll be just fine with it, then you and I can relax together. How’s that sound?”
Husk shivered again and nodded his head, teeth clenched. It honestly sounded like a dream come true, not having to go downstairs when he felt like this and pretending he didn’t feel like this. He could use a few days just to get through the worst of it then he would be fine, but for now, he was so grateful for his husband he could kiss him. He wanted to but he was still shuddering from his wing brushing the wall. A kiss would send him way over the edge, he knew it.
“I’ll be back quick as I can.” Angel looked like he wanted to press a kiss to Husk’s cheek but he refrained and walked to the door instead, scooping up his pig from the pet bed by the dresser as he went. “C’mon Nuggs, let's go make daddy some breakfast.”
The pig snorted and Husk smiled as he heard his continued snorts and squeals even as Angel walked out of their bedroom and carried him away down the hall. Alone at last, at least for the next maybe twenty minutes, Husk sighed and walked into the bathroom, letting his hand wander down to his cock again. He would probably be doing this a lot over the next few days, especially if Angel was going to be staying by his side so he decided now was the time to get the first out of the way while he still had a moment of privacy.
“Hey Val, I’m sick.” Angel said, putting on a stuffy voice and coughing into his phone. It was two days later and he should have left for work an hour ago if he wanted to make it on time but he’d woken up late after an awful night of sleep trying not to touch his husband - which was a lot harder to do when he was unconscious - and he didn’t feel like going in and dealing with Valentino today. Husk was in the worst part of his molt and even laying in bed and feeling the sheets against his skin was making him whimper.
“ What!? ” Val hissed into the phone. “How the fuck are you sick?”
Angel rolled his eyes but gave another fake cough, “I don’t know, biology? I’m just sick.”
“We have two shoots to finish today!” Val seethed. “How the fuck do you expect me to do that if you’re sick, Angel?”
“Wait until I get better?” Angel suggested and flinched when he heard the annoyed squeak over the phone.
“Fine.” Val growled. “I don’t want you getting anyone else sick. We don’t need to lose anymore fucking filming time because the whole studio comes down with your shit. But you’re working doubles as soon as you get better to make up for the lost time, you understand?”
Angel sighed. “Yes, Val.” He muttered. “I’ll be back in a couple days.” He gave one more fake cough and hung up the phone before the moth could demand anything else of him.
“That sounded like it went about as well as you thought.” Husk said from beside Angel, shivering though it wasn’t remotely cold in their room.
“Yeah, well, it’s Val. Luckily, he’s paranoid and I think he’s also kind of a germaphobe so it’s not hard to get him to give in when sickness is brought into the mix. It’s one of the reasons he’s always insisting on STD testing for everyone, ‘specially after we’ve been with clients outside the studio. It’s one of his only redeeming qualities, honestly.” Angel sighed and laid back on the pillows, crossing his arms behind his head. “One time when I was still livin’ at V Tower, I way overdid it on some drugs at a party and I barely made it back up to Val’s penthouse before I vomited my fuckin’ guts up all over the floor. Val literally left his penthouse to go sleep with Vox until the cleaners could come by the next morning. Didn’t even ask if I was okay first, just watched me puke and walked right out the door soon as I was done.”
“What a fuckin’ gentleman.” Husk rolled his eyes.
“Eh, it is what it is.” Angel shrugged. “Anyway, now that that’s done, how are you, kitty? Need anything?”
“Not right now.” Husk sighed and curled in on himself further than he already was.
Angel frowned and had to stop himself for what might have been the millionth time since Husk had started his molt a couple days ago from reaching out and giving his ears a reassuring scratch or pressing a kiss to his heart-shaped nose. “I hate seein’ ya like this, baby.”
“I hate feeling like this.” Husk admitted. “But there’s not much we can do.”
Angel glanced over Husk’s shoulder at his wings. They’d gotten scruffier over the past couple days, feathers littering the floor of their room that had fallen out of their own accord, others sitting at weird angles in Husk’s wings looking like they were ready to fall out, though they hadn’t just yet. “What about like… preenin’ ‘em? I’ve seen you do that before after you shower and such. Wouldn’t that help even a little bit?”
Husk shook his head. “It hurts to sit with them in the position they need to be in in order for me to reach them to preen when I’m molting. Waiting for them to fall out on their own sucks but it’s better than trying to do it myself.”
“I could help.” Angel said and Husk immediately shook his head.
“No.” he said and groaned into his pillow, hand reaching down to grip at his hard on that now strained against the sheets pulled up over his hips. “No, Anth, please.”
Angel went to reach forward and stopped himself when Husk jerked back. “Fuck!” He cursed as he teetered on the edge of the bed, hands flailing for purchase where there was none. He tumbled off the edge of the bed and landed with a grunt on the ground in a pile of feathers, more of the ones still clinging to his wings falling out with the sudden movement.
Angel quickly crawled to the edge of the bed and looked down at his husband. He was laying on his wings surrounded by red and black feathers he’d lost over the last couple days that neither of them had bothered to pick up yet. His feet were still pressed up against the bed, his arms spread to either side of him, a bewildered look on his face. And, of course, he was hard. Angel had to lick his lips and force his eyes back to his husband’s face. He wasn’t always a sexual deviant, but he hadn’t even been allowed to so much as hold Husk’s hand for two days. And since he hadn’t been going to work,he’d had no release for any pent up feelings. He was, admittedly, pretty horny. “Er, you okay?” he asked once he met Husk’s bewildered golden eyes.
“Fine.” he said, beads of sweat breaking out along his forehead. “Fuck my wings.”
“Did you hurt them?”
“No just-” Husk whimpered and his hand was wrapped back around his cock. “Shit, baby, I- Can you go get us some breakfast or something? Please, I’m- I can’t-”
“Husky, I can help you.” Angel said, getting out of bed and standing beside Husk.
“No,” Husk shook his head and swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. “No, I can’t-” he shivered.
“Husky-”
“Please Anth, just let me deal with this alone. Please. I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you when I’m better, I swear.”
Angel frowned and hugged himself, rubbing at his arms. “Okay.” he said and took a step away. “I’ll go get us some breakfast.”
“Thank you, tesoro .” Husk whispered as Angel turned his back on him, tugging his pajama shirt down a bit to see if he could get away without putting shorts on. Then he decided he didn’t care, it wasn’t like everyone in this hotel hadn’t seen him in less than his underwear before. He looked over his shoulder and blew a kiss to Husk who groaned, hand already working on himself, before he left their room, locking the door behind him.
“Angel, what the fuck?” Vaggie asked when Angel entered the kitchen a few minutes later.
“Huh? What?” Angel asked, “I just fuckin’ walked in and I already fucked something up? I ain’t even made my coffee yet, Vagina.”
Vaggie sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, gesturing to Angel’s lower half. “You can’t walk around the hotel in your underwear.”
“Oh, chill.” Angel rolled his eyes and walked over to the fridge, bending down to look at what they had inside. “Just be glad I ain’t wearin’ a thong. Least these cova my dick.”
“I don’t care if you wear granny panties, you can’t walk around in your underwear!”
Angel straightened and scoffed, running a hand roughly through his hair. “Firstly, I’m insulted you would insinuate that I would ever be caught dead in granny panties . And secondly, I’m only grabbing some breakfast for me and Husk then I’ll be outta your hair.”
Vaggie rubbed her forehead in agitation, eye twitching, and smacked her hand on the counter as Angel bent back down to look in the fridge again. “How is Husk anyway?” she asked, deciding it wasn’t worth it to keep fighting with Angel when he was never going to let her win anyway.
“He’s… been better.” Angel said, grabbing out a couple apples from the fridge and setting them up on the counter. He’d explained to Vaggie and Charlie about Husk’s molt the first day and Vaggie had immediately sympathized with him, saying her first molt in three years since she’d gotten her wings back was most likely coming up soon and she definitely wasn’t looking forward to it. Her and the princess had both agreed to let Husk take his time getting back on his feet.
“Still in pain?”
“I wouldn’t call it pain, per say.” Vaggie cleared her throat and Angel threw a grin over his shoulder at her. “Though I suppose you’d know.”
Vaggie blushed gold and scratched at a spot on her arm. “At least I’ll have Charlie whenever this one finally hits.” She said, “I’ve been teaching her how to preen my wings in hopes that maybe it’ll make it easier.”
That made Angel straighten again and he turned, bumping the fridge door closed with his hip. “You’re going to let her help you with your wings?”
“Well… yeah? Why wouldn’t I?” Vaggie asked, confused. “It feels good to be preened, especially when everything’s so sensitive. It helps, though with this one being the first in so long, I’m admittedly worried it might not… but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
Angel frowned and leaned on the counter, resting on his lower arms. “Husk said it’s too much having someone else preen you during molts. I offered to help him but he won’t even let me kiss him, let alone touch his wings.”
Vaggie shrugged. “I mean, everyone’s different but I’ve always found it nice having someone else preen me. Yeah, I guess it’s a little bit overstimulating sometimes but it’s not unbearable or anything and the end result leaves me feeling better so,” she shrugged, “I’m not against it.”
“I… I wonder if he’s ever actually let anyone else help him or if he just assumes it will be too much because it hurts when he does it to himself…”
“From what I know about Husk,” Vaggie said thoughtfully, “He’s not the type to accept help easily, you know that. Odds are good he’s assuming a lot of stuff.”
Angel’s brows furrowed as he thought. “I just… don’t want to hurt him or anything. I mean, even just bumping his wings on things right now is getting him… excited .”
“Angel, I really don’t-”
“Do you think it would help him?”
“What?”
“Me, preening him. Do you think it would, I dunno, calm him down?”
Vaggie looked bewildered by the question Angel had presented to her. “I don’t know! Maybe! It feels better having the bad feathers plucked out sooner rather than later so maybe it would chill him out. I don’t know, I’m not him!”
“Will ya teach me?”
“You- What!?”
Angel didn’t get the chance to answer because right then, the kitchen doors opened and Charlie and Alastor walked in. Alastor made a loud screeching sound when his eyes landed on Angel, stopping everyone in their tracks. “Angel, I am positive we’ve had this talk before,” he said after getting his bearings again. “But you simply can’t walk around the hotel and be in communal spaces while in your under things .”
“Under things?” Angel asked with a snort. “Okay, Smiles, whateva. Anyway,” he turned back to Vaggie. “Will ya show me? Please?”
“Show you what?” Charlie asked, stepping up behind Vaggie and placing a hand on her shoulder before bending to press a kiss to her cheek.
“He wants me to show him how to preen wings.” Vaggie grumbled, leaning into Charlie’s kiss.
“Ah, yes,” Alastor chimed in in that jovial tone of his, fixing his suit jacket and purposefully not looking in Angel’s direction. “Husker is going through his yearly mess, is he not?”
“It’s a molt ,” Angel said defensively, baring his teeth at his husband's master. “And yes, he is.”
Alastor hummed a noise like a sad trumpet and walked around the kitchen island to the fridge Angel still stood by. “Would you move your behind, spider? I’d like some juice, if you don’t mind.”
Angel rolled his eyes and scooted down to lean on the counter closer to Vaggie. “So?”
“I-”
“I think that’s a great idea!” Charlie said cheerily. “I mean, only if you’re okay with it, of course, babe. I could help show Angel since you did such a good job teaching me.”
Vaggie sighed and rubbed at her eyes. “I guess!” she said, throwing her hands up. “I guess if it helps Husk then, sure. God knows he must be miserable.”
“He is.” Angel confirmed with a nod. “And I just want to help him so badly but he doesn’t think anything I do could possibly work. I wanna show him he can trust me and that things don’t always have to be bad.”
Vaggie sighed and nodded again. “Okay, fine. But we’re going up to the penthouse and if I tell you to get out, you leave immediately. Got it?”
Angel raised a brow and grinned. “Gets you all excited too, huh?”
She just flipped him off, cheeks burning gold.
Angel made his way back to his and Husk’s room an hour or so later, carrying the two apples he’d stopped back by the kitchen after his preening lesson with Charlie and Vaggie to grab. He’d promised Husk some breakfast after all and he already felt bad he’d vanished for longer than he’d said he would. The least he could do was bring food to make up for it.
He stopped at their bedroom door and knocked twice to warn Husk he was back before twisting his key in the lock and pushing the door open. “Heya baby, sorry that took so long, I was- whoa,” Angel nearly dropped the apples in his hands to the ground as he took in the sight that awaited him. The room smelled heavily of sex and Husk was laying face down on their bed, his nose buried in Angel’s pillow, another pillow tucked under his hips which he was thrusting desperately. He whimpered and lifted his head when he heard Angel, looking over his shoulder as his tail flicked and his wings shuddered, feathers falling to the bed around him.
“Close the door.” Husk said, voice gruffer than normal though he didn’t stop his thrusting. Angel dumbly did as he was told, flicking the lock back into place. He set the apples up on the dresser and stepped up closer to the bed, looking Husk over first with concern then again with intrigue.
“Um… You alright, darling?” he asked and Husk huffed into his pillow.
“Can’t… cum…” he muttered. “I’ve tried everything.”
“Well, ya can’t have tried everything ‘cause I know ya can’t suck your own dick.”
Husk lifted his gaze up to meet Angel’s with a raised brow and Angel just shrugged and tugged his shirt up over his head. He sat down on the bed beside his husband and crossed one leg over the other. “So, would you like some help or are you still anti touch?”
Husk whimpered and thrust his hips hard against the pillow. “Please, baby, please. Touch me.”
Angel grinned and made quick work discarding his underwear before he shifted to lay between Husk’s spread knees. He took in the pretty sight before him, his husband’s red cock twitching as he thrust it between his pillow and his body. His tail flicked and smacked Angel in the face, making him whimper more as Angel grabbed it in a hand and pulled it aside.
For a long minute, Angel just watched Husk thrusting his hips into his pillow and debated how to do this. He thought about lifting Husk’s hips and sliding himself underneath him so he could use his mouth like his pillow but he thought that much that quickly might overwhelm his poor kitty who was clearly already overstimulated and teetering right on that edge.
After another moment of thought, Angel decided the best thing to do was ease his husband into it. He leaned in close, eyes on Husk’s pretty hole clenching around nothing, and poked his tongue out, licking around the rim. Husk cried out and Angel heard a ripping noise as claws tore into their sheets and teeth ripped through the pillow case.
“Anth-!” Husk cried as Angel teased his rim with his tongue before letting it slip in to taste him from the inside out. He reached between Husk’s legs as he licked and slid his hand between his cock and his pillow, adding another bit of stimulation that had Husk whimpering while he continued to thrust his hips.
Angel shifted in even closer, bottom hands grabbing hold of Husk’s ankles and the hand that had his tail wrapped around the wrist giving a tug and sending Husk right over the edge with a yowl, spilling his load into his pillow.
“Damn, baby.” Angel said as he pulled back. “I didn’t even get to do anything fun with you yet.”
Husk was breathing heavily but Angel could tell he still wasn’t satisfied from the way his cock twitched against his hand and his wings gave another involuntary shiver. Angel gave his tail a squeeze and Husk groaned into his pillow before lifting his head and spitting out a few of the white down feathers he’d pulled out when he’d bitten the pillow. “Anthony,” he breathed. “Can you fuck me? Please?”
Angel’s smile got bigger and he nodded enthusiastically. Ever since last month when Husk had let Angel top him, he’d been getting more and more into switching with his husband. It made Angel happy because he didn’t get to do it all that often. Val preferred him to be on bottom most of the time - “better views” he claimed - but he annoyed it the few times he did get to top. Husk let him top sometimes but mostly, he preferred to top. So now that he was starting to get better at sharing, Angel was thrilled. He liked the feeling of control topping gave him because sometimes it felt like the only thing he really had any control over in his life.
“Yeah darling, I’ll fuck ya.” Angel said excitedly. “How do you wanna do it? You probably don’t want to lay on your wings, huh?” Husk shook his head pathetically and Angel hummed. “You wanna ride me maybe?”
Husk thought about it for a second and shook his head again. “Just like this is fine.” he said, thrusting his hips against the pillow.
“O’course, caro .” Angel smiled and leaned across the bed to the side table where he grabbed out a bottle of lube and a condom. “I’m gonna use a rubber, okay? Val sent me out with a client just before your molt started and I obviously haven’t been back at work to get tested since.”
Husk nodded. “Sorry,” he groaned, thrusting his hips.
“Hey, no, none of that.” Angel said, popping open the lube and squirting some onto his fingers. “I’d much rather fake sick and have to work a couple doubles so I can stay and help you out today than be at work having a cotton swab stuck up my ass.”
It wasn’t like STD’s were exactly uncommon in Hell, especially in Angel’s line of work. He’d gotten his fair share over the years, they weren’t permanent like they were when they were alive. Depending on what he picked up, it was usually out of his system in a week or so and he was back to normal. But he didn’t want to subject Husk to any of it so he figured it was better safe than sorry.
“Still sorry.” Husk muttered and flinched when Angel slid a lubed up finger into him.
“Well, I’m not so stop it.”
“Yes daddy.” Husk groaned and Angel stilled immediately. His eyes went wide and he glanced at Husk who whined and pressed back against his husband's hand.
“Wha-What did you just call me?” Angel asked, mouth hanging open.
“Daddy,” Husk repeated, this time whining the word. “Please, God, please fuck me. Anthony, daddy, please.”
Angel nearly melted into the mattress hearing that word fall from Husk’s lips. Maybe it was just because he was out of his mind horny right now but good God. Between the begging and calling him daddy, Husk was making Angel’s legs feel a bit shaky. He was suddenly grateful he was sitting down. “Daddy, huh?” he asked, letting the power that came with that word fill him up with a confidence he so rarely got to feel in the bedroom.
Husk glanced over his shoulder and Angel could see tears in his eyes as he thrust back on his hand again. “Yes.” he whispered. “Daddy.”
Angel groaned and pulled his finger out of Husk, grabbing for the condom and tearing it open with his teeth. “Here’s what's going to happen, baby.” Angel said, spitting the wrapper out of his mouth as he expertly rolled the condom onto his aching cock. “I’m going to fuck you into this mattress until you cum again then you’re going to sit on my cock and be a good boy while daddy preens your pretty wings for you. You can cum as many times as you need while that happens, in fact, I’d prefer if you didn’t hold back.” he grinned as Husk’s eyes widened. “Then once your wings are fixed up all nice, I’m going to fuck you until I cum. Got it?”
Husk bit his lips and nodded his head.
Angel tsk’d and reached forward, grabbing him by the scruff at the back of his neck and yanking his head up, making him cry out. “I want to hear you say the words, babydoll.”
“Yes daddy.” Husk grunted as Angel dropped him back to the bed.
“Pathetic, kitty.” Angel said, knowing Husk often got off on Angel being a little mean to him. “So whiny for me already and I haven’t even entered you yet.”
“Please,” Husk begged. “Anth- please…”
“Patience is a virtue, caro mio. ” Angel said, rubbing some extra lube on the already slick condom and lining himself up with Husk’s clenching hole. “Lucky for you, it’s one I never learned.” he thrust his hips forward, entering Husk with a low moan as he quickly bottomed out.
Husk yowled, clawing at the bedsheets again, tail pulling out of Angel’s grip and whipping relentlessly into his side as he adjusted to being filled so suddenly with little prep. Angel tugged his scruff he’d never fully let go of and yanked his head back again. “Beg me to fuck you, kitten.” he demanded. “Beg daddy to let you cum again.”
“Please!” Husk cried out. “Daddy, please! Need to cum so bad. Need to cum with you inside me. Please let me daddy, please.”
“Such a good kitty cat.” Angel purred and finally released Husk’s scruff, letting his head fall back to the pillow as he started thrusting his hips. “So tight, darling. God, you feel so good on my cock.”
Angel could see Husk coming undone underneath him with every thrust, with every breath, like a puppet on strings that were slowly being snipped. He loved watching his husband come undone whether he was on top or bottom. It was always so exciting watching the gruff exterior Husk kept on around everyone else melt off of him when he and Angel were alone. And especially now when he was a begging mess like Angel had never really seen before, fuck. It was really working for him.
“Husky,” Angel said after a minute of thrusting into him and savoring the noises that fell from his lips, the skips in his breath with every thrust into him. “Are you close?”
“Not yet, daddy.” Husk answered honestly.
“Well, then I guess I’ll just have to try harder.” Angel said with a devilish grin and rammed harder into Husk. Husk cried out and bit down on the pillow, his whole body shaking as Angel fucked him rough enough to leave bruises.
While he worked his hips at his brutal pace, Angel leaned forward so he was laying against Husk’s back, between his wings which shuddered at the light touch of fur against them. He pressed a kiss to the back of his head, earning a whimper and Husk’s ears to press back against his skull while his two lower hands wormed their way underneath him and started stroking his cock. Husk choked out a moan as Angel blew gently on the soft cartilage of his ear then bit down on the little heart at the tip, his hands moving in time with his thrust.
“Anthony! Daddy!” Husk cried out and Angel grinned as he arched underneath him and came again. Angel groaned as he felt his husband clenching around his cock and had to squeeze his eyes shut and try not to think about the feeling so he could stave off his own orgasm. He wasn’t ready to cum yet and he wasn’t about to just let Husk pull it out of him so easily. Husk shivered as Angel sat up once he’d gotten a hold of himself, brushing his top hands over his wings but he didn’t protest the touches.
“That’s a good boy, daddy’s so proud of you.” Angel praised as he plucked a crooked feather out of Husk’s right wing. “Now you lay there and catch your breath sweetheart. Let me take care of these pretty wings.”
“W-wait- Anth-” Husk shivered as Angel plucked another feather out. “You don’t know-”
“I do.” Angel shushed Husk. “I had Vaggie and Charlie show me how to do it. I know what to look for. Let daddy help you feel better, baby. Don’t you wanna feel better?”
Husk huffed into the pillow and Angel could tell his eyes were hazy even from where he hovered above him, still buried deep inside of him. “Okay.” Husk finally mumbled.
“Okay what?”
“Okay, daddy .”
“Such a good boy.” Angel praised and trailed his fingers to another loose feather. He plucked it out and Husk whimpered, further shredding the sheets with his claws. Angel made a mental note to buy some new ones next time he went shopping. “Does this feel good, kitty cat? Or should I call you my pretty birdie now?”
Husk whined and bucked his hips back, rocking further onto Angel’s cock and making them both moan. “Call me… call me whatever you want, daddy.”
“Such a cooperative little bird!” Angel plucked another feather out but rather than dropping this one to the bed as he had the others so far, he ran the sharp tip of it down Husk’s back, just light enough it didn’t break skin, but hard enough it left a pink line in its wake. Husk hissed and arched his back, wings flaring out wide to either side. “Such a sensitive little bird too.” Angel purred.
“Anth-” Husk groaned. “Do that again. Please.”
“Please…?” Angel prompted.
“Please daddy,”
Angel smiled and rewarded Husk with the feather trailed down his back once more, earning a loud, rumbling purr in return. He tossed the feather aside once he reached the base of Husk’s tail and plucked out three more in quick succession. “Your pretty wings are already looking so much better, baby.” Angel said as he plucked another.
Husk shuddered at those words, his wings shaking under Angel’s soft touch. A soft whimper left his lips and Angel could practically see the orgasm work through him, could smell the sex in the air as he came once more into his pillow. Angel took the opportunity when he knew Husk was at peak sensitivity and plucked a feather out from each wing. Husk yowled and rocked back on Angel’s cock.
Angel had to clench his teeth at the feeling of Husk fucking himself on his cock, using him like he was one of their toys, to keep himself from releasing his own load too soon. Husk’s wings were looking better but still not perfect. Angel could see five more crooked feathers he could have sworn weren’t like that moments ago. He had to focus and finish this. Anything to make Husk more comfortable.
“You’re doing so good cockwarmin’ me, birdie.” Angel huffed out between short breaths. “You like feelin’ me inside of ya like this?”
“Yes.” Husk gasped. “Feel so good inside me.”
“Good boy.” Angel panted. “Good… good boy. Fuck. Husky stop clenchin’ like that or I’m gonna burst babydoll.”
Husk grumbled but stopped his teasing so Angel could focus. With a relieved breath, Angel started working on plucking more feathers out. It seemed like everytime he got one section fixed up just right, another section was a complete wreck. And when he fixed that section, the first bit was a mess again. Husk was losing feathers faster than Angel could pluck them. “I don’t understand how you still have any feathers left.” Angel commented as he plucked out a feather and tucked it into his own hair, then picked one up off the bed and tucked it into the other side of his hair. “Hey, look, I got antennas.”
Husk looked over his shoulder and snorted before burying his face back into the pillow. “You were doing so well with the daddy thing too.” he snorted then moaned as Angel plucked out another feather.
“Daddies are allowed to be stupid too.” Angel said and rocked his hips into Husk again. “Makes it more fun, wouldn’t you agree, birdie?”
Husk gasped and bit down on his pillow. “Yes, daddy.” he said around a mouthful of down feathers.
Angel kept plucking feathers, rocking his hips into Husk every few feathers when he noticed him shivering from the soft touches. Finally, Husk’s wings started to look better. A bit more sparse than they had been before in the spots that hadn’t started regrowing yet but still better than the overgrown mess they’d been before. Angel smiled, running his fingers over the feathers to double check he hadn’t missed any loose ones and earning a low moan from Husk.
“Oh Anthony,” Husk grunted, spreading his wings wide and laying them out on the bed on either side of him. “Fuck, that feels better.”
Angel’s whole face lit up at the grateful words from Husk and he petted his hands down his husbands back, massaging lightly at a couple stiff spots. “Yeah? Not as unbearable being touched now?”
“No, it’s good.” Husk said. “Much better, fuck.”
“I’m glad baby,” Angel smiled and rocked his hips forward, savoring the sound he pulled from Husk. “I know you’ve already cum a few times but I still gotta get off, okay, pretty bird?”
“Yeah,” Husk breathed. “Yeah, whatever you need.”
“Awe, what, no more callin’ me daddy?” Angel watched Husk’s cheeks flush and couldn’t hold back a giggle as he buried his face in the pillow again. He muttered something into the feathers that Angel couldn’t quite make out. He leaned forward against his husband's back, plunging even further into him with the movement. “What was that, amore ? I didn’t catch that.”
Husk lifted his mouth from the pillow, cheeks still bright red and said, “Do whatever you need, daddy.”
Angel groaned and thrust his hips. “That’s right. Your daddy’s perfect little cockwarmer, huh?” he asked as he started up a steady pace fucking into Husk. “You love sitting on my dick, dontcha?”
“Yeah, ‘s nice.” Husk mumbled, burying his face back in the pillow. Or what was left of it, anyway.
Angel picked up his pace, quickly working himself up to that edge he’d been teetering on earlier before he finally reached it and threw himself over with a cry to the ceiling, spilling his load into the condom and vaguely wishing he could have filled Husk instead.
“Shit,” Husk grunted as Angel finished, hips stilling as he finished and slumped forward. “You good?”
“Yeah.” Angel sat there and breathed for a long minute before he finally pulled out and slipped the condom off, tying the end and tossing it toward the trash. “Are you?”
“Better than I was thirty minutes ago.”
“Good!” Angel laughed and laid down along Husk’s back, fitting nicely between his wings. “That was the goal, yanno.”
Husk grunted and blew away the white down feathers that were spilling rapidly out of his torn pillow. “We made a fuckin’ mess. There’s feathers everywhere.”
“Niffty’ll have a fuckin’ field day cleaning this place up.” Angel laughed. “Remind me to stash a few of your pretty feathers before she comes in here and tosses ‘em all.”
“Why do you want to keep some of my feathers?” Husk asked with a raised brow.
“In case ya die in a horrible accident and I gotta use your DNA to build a new version of ya.”
Husk barked a laugh and brought his tail up to wap Angel’s ass. “You think you could recreate me with a couple of my feathers?”
“Frankenstein did it!”
“You never actually read that book, did you?”
“No, but I watched a movie about a guy who, like, brought his wife back from the dead or something using some of her hair. Ya want me to pull some of ya hair out? I will, don’t try me.” Angel said, carding his fingers through the soft hair between Husk’s ears.
Husk snorted. “Get off me, piccolo ragno .”
Angel giggled and sat upright again, shifting away from Husk to the edge of the bed where he lifted his arms above his head in a stretch. He heard Husk rustling behind him and when he looked over his shoulder, found his husband sitting upright and glaring down at the pillow he’d been humping the whole time. “Eugh,” Angel said, looking from the pillow to Husk’s stomach which was matted down with cum. “Maybe we throw the pillows away and tell Niff to bring new ones, huh?”
Husk frowned and reached down to touch his stomach, thought better of it and dropped his hand away, clearing his throat. “Yeah, sounds good.”
Angel smiled and got to his feet, holding his hands out to Husk. “C’mere baby, I think you need a nice bath and water and maybe some food, hm?”
Husk shifted to the edge of the bed to let Angel pull him to his feet but before he could take the hands outstretched toward him, they were pulled away and a second later he was being lifted in the air with four strong arms. “Wha- hey!” he huffed as Angel cradled him to his chest.
“Oh, shush.” Angel said, planting a kiss to Husk’s forehead right between his eyebrows as he turned on his heel and carried his husband toward the bathroom. “Let daddy take care of ya, hm?”
Husk grumbled but didn’t try to squirm away. Instead, he nuzzled in even closer, placing his head on Angel’s shoulder. “Thanks.” he said softly, cheeks going pink again.
“Hm?”
“Thanks. For… for helpin’ me. I know I’ve been a pain in the ass the past couple days but thanks for not leavin’ or givin’ up on me.”
Angel hummed and gave Husk a squeeze before lowering him to sit on the closed toilet so he could start the bath running. “You’ve never given up on me.” he said, bending so he could look Husk in the eyes. “I’ll never give up on you. We’re a team baby, and we got the rings to prove it now.” he held his two left hands up and Husk smiled at the glinting golden rings on his fingers. “I love you, my handsome birdie.”
“I love you too, pretty spider.” Husk reached up and plucked something from Angel’s hair, grinning when he lowered his hand and held a feather between his fingers. “Even when you’re bein’ an idiot.”
Angel snorted and reached up to pluck the other feather out. Honestly, he’d forgotten he’d stuck them in his hair until Husk plucked the one out. He took the one Husk held and laid them on the countertop, leaning in and capturing his husband’s lips in a sweet kiss. “C’mon baby.” he said when they broke apart. “Let's getcha cleaned up.”