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Angel Dust was glowing as he walked into the bar, hips swaying sensually and outfit as revealing as ever. But, he wasn’t here for show, and certainly not to get laid. The outfit was more for his own self-confidence, because he knew no matter what he would impress Husk.
He didn’t care about the eyes following his body as he walked past, because none of them mattered as much as seeing that handsome winged cat grin as he walked up.
“Hey,” Angel spoke, without the usual lust he would be required to give during a shoot. This was casual, and he could be himself.
Husk smirked. “Well, look who it is. Took ya long enough.”
Angel Dust comfortably sat down next to him in the bar booth, closed off from the rest of the customers. In any other scenario, he might have gotten on his knees by now, but not this time.
“Let me get you a drink, kitty.” Angel Dust smiled, one arm trailing to hold Husk by the shoulders and another to settle comfortably between his thighs. He snapped his fingers, giving a nearby waiter a glance before two glasses of whiskey appeared in front of them. He made a show of drinking the whiskey, licking his lips obnoxiously while Husk let out a laugh.
Husk slowly rocked forward, hand reaching for a glass of whiskey for himself, before Angel Dust stopped him.
“You sure I didn’t put somethin’ in your drink?” Angel Dust joked, eyes peering challengingly down at Husk as a smile ran across his features.
“Trust me,” Husk spoke, grabbing the whiskey anyway. “I can tell when a drink is spiked.”
Angel relaxed in the booth. “Guess we have that in common, huh?”
“Guess so.” Husk smiled.
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That night passed unlike so many others. Besides the occasional whiskey, Angel didn’t do nearly as many drugs as he used to. In fact, when the clock hit midnight he still felt relatively sober. Unlike those other nights, Angel could actually walk straight without clutching onto someone. That doesn’t mean he didn’t do it anyway, if only to hold Husk a bit closer, but at least he wasn’t forced to. He didn’t feel like throwing up either, so that was a bonus.
Nights like these with Husk, where they go out for a drink at some shitty bar or even stay in the hotel lobby, have become Angel Dust’s favorite part of the day. With anyone else it might’ve felt like work, and at first Angel treated it that way. He moved with grace and sluttiness, always saying the right thing and keeping his walls up in case Husk tried to pull anything. But, after watching Husk puke his guts out on their second bar trip and Angel’s feelings for him only growing, he figured this was a two-way street.
Husk was nothing but himself around Angel Dust. He cracked bad jokes, talked about drinks a lot and what they all meant (he smiled when Angel ordered him a Tequila Sunrise), and had the most horrendous posture that Angel adored.
Once he finally let his walls down, those nights became something to enjoy— a special world between the two of them.
As Angel stumbled (again, faking it) into his bedroom, clutching Husk’s shoulders and savoring the soft fur beneath his fingertips, Husk let out a gentle sigh.
“Cut the act already, Angel. Could’ve cut it when I dragged you up those stairs, too.”
Angel Dust smiled, resuming his perfect posture and slowly walking into his room. He let his pink jacket fall to the floor, the only thing keeping him from the cold outside, and looked back at Husk.
“Join me, won’t you?” He teased.
He didn’t mean sex— if he had, he wouldn’t have walked this far without Husk, and he knew that. He would’ve led him in slowly by the hands, gripping them and whispering into his pretty cat ears about what he wanted to do to him. Of course, none of this would be for show.
Husk, vaguely understanding that Angel meant to relax, took off his hat and set it by the front entrance. He slowly made his way into the room, with Fat Nuggets waddling at his feet in happiness.
Angel slowly sat down on his bed, watching as Husk made his way towards him. The alcohol was kind of getting to him now, and though the fresh air outside should have sobered him up, he felt more drunk than ever. Or rather, looking at Husk made him feel dizzy, like he was going to lose it if he didn’t touch him.
“Can I…” Angel Dust started, pausing to think about how to phrase it.
“Ears.” He determined.
“…Ears.” Husk repeated.
“Your ears, I mean.” Angel stumbled. “I want to… touch them.”
Husk’s ears pressed flat against his head in distaste. “No way, loser.”
“Come onnnn,” Angel begged, inching closer and moving Husk back towards the bed frame until eventually, he collided with it and Angel was only a breath away.
“Please?” He whispered, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. And, as Husk looked away with embarrassment, he knew he won.
One of his hands rested between Husk’s thighs— he loved that area so much— while his top two arms went to Husk’s ears. He teased lightly by stroking a finger over one, not expecting much, until he felt Husk shiver beneath him.
“ Oh, ” Angel quickly took his hands off of Husk. “I didn’t realize it was a—“
“If you’re gonna start,” Husk growled, “Then you better finish.”
There was a sense of urgency in his voice, and it took Angel only a moment to realize Husk was actually asking him to keep going. That maybe it felt good, and not in the uncomfortable way his shoots did. Maybe Husk actually liked it.
He slowly brought one hand back up. When he touched Husk’s ear again, he felt that same shiver coursing through him, but he didn’t feel deterred. His hand slowly wrapped around Husk’s ear, and he tested the waters by slowly rubbing on the fur in a circle. Again, Husk shivered, but his face looked so blissful and comfortable that Angel could feel himself melting with him.
He brought the other hand up, and slowly messed with both of Husk’s ears. The fur felt soft, but stiff. It wasn’t like the rest of him, pure fluff— it was shorter, more fine. Stroking it was captivating, and Angel found himself enjoying it maybe as much as Husk did.
“So uh,” Angel spoke finally, slowly exiting from his trance. “Do you react the same way with your wings?”
Husk let out a gruff laugh, his body shaking softly from the pleasure. “Guess we’ll just have to find out, huh?”
Angel Dust smiled in the dimly lit room, his hands continuing to work magic with his ears. The world outside seemed to pause for a moment, as though they were the only two in hell.
“Guess so.”