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“There.” Angel tied the knot and gave the present a final pat of completion, a pink satin bow wrapped around a red gift box. The tag off the side had a cutesy doodle of the recipient, complete with his trademark grumpy pout and those flashy eyebrows. Angel chuckled to himself as he carried his gift out toward the door.
Angel hummed to himself as he strolled through the hallways, fingers drumming at the underside of the box. As he rounded a corner, he didn’t even see Husk there, and the two of them bumped into each other.
“Woah!” Angel clutched around his box, taking a few steps back.
A glass bottle of amber liquid was sailing through the air, a scarlet ribbon wrapped around its stem. Husk swiped and fumbled through the air, finding purchase around its base and saving it from smashing against the floor. Angel couldn’t help laughing at the pose he’d struck, like he was exalting the booze to the sky.
“Just the man I wanted to see,” he said, smiling down to Husk.
“Funny, I was gonna say the same thing.” Husk lowered the bottle back down into the crook of his arms, his wings folding behind his back. “My place, or yours?”
“Mmm, I was heading to yours. Still haven’t gotten any good seating… The phrase ‘cuck chair’ just always comes to mind.” Angel smirked, knowing the reaction Husk’d give before he even did it: an eye-roll, followed by that cute way he pinched his fingers together on his forehead.
“How romantic. C’mon, I actually cleaned up for once.” Husk turned on his heels, beckoning a hand for Angel to follow. Angel breezed forward beside Husk, working one of his lower hands down and lacing his fingers between his gambler’s. The smile on his face gleamed in the soft lighting of the hallway, and Husk’s cheeks were perked in his own way.
Husk’s room was its very own speakeasy. Red velvet upholstery and green felt gambling tables, shelves of neatly sorted booze and magic tricks set up on display. Green glass lamps were dotted on a few end tables, and a chandelier of stained glass warmed the whole room up. He’d even gotten a rinky-dink television set, at Angel’s insistence.
“Watcha got there, mmm?” Angel purred, closing the door behind himself and gesturing to the bottle in Husk’s arms.
“Some fancy-ass mead. Figured it’d be a little better than shots.”
“Hey, don’t knock shots! I love a good blowjob,” Angel smirked, and Husk chuckled, padding toward a cabinet full of glassware.
“Yeah, I shoulda seen that coming.” Husk turned around, two coupe glasses balanced between his fingertips. He laid them out on the table, and popped the cork on the bottle. Angel leaned down beside him, placing his hands onto the edge of the felt. Honey and vanilla wafted through the air as Husk poured, fizz dancing at the surface of the drink. Husk set the bottle aside, and picked up the two glasses, lifting one for Angel to take.
“Cheers,” Angel clinked the tip of his glass to Husk’s. He took a sip, giving a grin to Husk as he slid his present across the table Husk’s way. The drink was sweet and bubbly.
“I got something for you, too. Wanna open ‘em up now?” Husk said, toying a finger at the bow on the box. He took a long, pensive drink from his glass.
“Oh? I thought I said I didn’t want anything.” Angel’s eyes flicked to the side, rubbing a hand over his shoulder and crossing his arms up.
“Everybody says they don’t want anything,” Husk drawled, giving a playful push of his hand at Angel’s chest.
“Here.” Husk reached into a pocket, pulling out a small rectangular black box. He took hold of Angel’s left hand, uncrossing his arms with a gentle motion and placing his gift into Angel’s hold. He stood back, and a flustered expression slipped through his face.
“Figure it’s been long enough.”
“... Well now I have to know what it is,” Angel said, drawing a laugh out of Husk. He opened up the lid of the box, before putting it down onto the table, uncovered. He stood staring at it for a few moments, the two of them respecting the silence. It was a key, the hotel’s style of fob glaring from behind it. It was to Husk’s room.
“This ain’t asking you to move in, for the record,” Husk broke the tension. “I just figured, we’ve been doing this for a while, and if you want booze or something–”
Angel sniffled. He wiped a finger under his eyes, putting on a brave face as he looked up to meet Husk’s look; the light from the chandelier gleamed off the tears welling up in Angel’s eyes. He closed the distance between the two of them, tugging Husk against his chest in a tight embrace.
“Thank you,” Angel sighed, knocking Husk’s hat off his head as Angel nestled his cheek down into his lover’s hair. His hands rubbed up and down Husk’s back, and Husk returned the hug with a confident squeeze. The two of them held together for a few moments, before Angel loosened up his arms, leaning back so he could look Husk in the face.
“For the record, I did not know we were doing sentimental shit,” Angel said, his voice still wavering. The tears had been brushed away into Husk’s fur, and a dumb smile was plastered onto his face.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Husk chuckled, getting on his tiptoes to brush the heart dotting his nose against Angel’s cheek. His hands slid down off Angel’s waist, and he turned his attention toward the present Angel’d brought.
Husk undid the bow with care, setting it aside and lifting the lid off the box. A very stark combination of pink and white fabric was folded inside, and a black bowtie with a pink knot sat upturned atop it all.
“Is this…” Husk reached inside, grabbing the garment and lifting it out. It was soft, a comfy fleece thing. Only once he’d grasped the shoulders of it and let it unravel did he get a proper look at it. Chunky buttons lined the front, and a printed on design that matched Angel’s suit resided on the chest of it. A hood hung behind it with a facsimile of fluffy hair, bright pink eyes, and the same mirthful smile he was seeing from his peripheral.
“You got me you pajamas?”
“I thought it’d be funny!” Angel’s cheeks were blossomed red. “Besides, you always wear those same crummy slacks whenever we watch teevee. And these are cozy!”
“Your ego is insane,” Husk smirked, delighting in the way Angel fidgeted his hands together. “But fine, it’s cute.”
Angel’s eyes sparkled as he heard Husk’s words, and he leant down, propping his hands onto his knees.
“So… You’ll wear it?” Angel let his exhilaration bleed into his words, any of that teary hoarseness having gone away.
Husk rolled his eyes, and rolled his shoulder to slide one of his suspenders off his arm. He put the kigurumi into Angel’s hands, working off the other shoulder.
“Just for you. And I better not see any pictures.” Husk snickered, undoing the button of his slacks.
“Oh come on, I gotta have a picture!” Angel bounced from foot to foot, giving a pleading look down to Husk.
Husk sighed, sliding his pants down his legs and kicking them off his feet.
“One.”
“I can work with one,” Angel giggled, beckoning out the pajamas toward Husk. He turned around, and Angel worked his arms into the sleeves. There were holes in the back for his wings, and Angel coaxed them through with a delicate touch.
“Alright, go on and just step into it…” Angel said, supporting under Husk’s shoulders as he worked the outfit onto him. His lower hands nimbly buttoned up the chest, and once the thing was on fully Angel couldn’t help himself from whirling Husk around to take a peek.
“It looks so cute,” Angel snickered. One of his hands had already gotten the phone from his pocket, not even trying to act subtle as he snapped several pictures. Husk stood there with his arms raised off his body, the blanket of pink and white fleece hanging off his body. There were even two tiny arms stitched at his hips.
“I’m glad I don’t have any mirrors in here,” Husk muttered.
“Oh, here,” Angel said, turning his phone around. The picture of himself confirmed to Husk that he looked as dumb as he suspected. But Angel’s beaming smile past the screen made it a little more tolerable.
“The hood’s so cute too, but I don’t wanna hide that pretty face,” Angel snickered. He tousled a hand over Husk’s head, ruffling his hair. Husk stood there taking it on the chin, before sticking out his tongue and grabbing ahold of one of Angel’s hands.
“Alright, photo shoot’s over, legs.” Husk dragged Angel toward the couch, planting himself down into the lush seating and patting the space beside him. Angel gave one final tease atop Husk’s head, before sitting beside him and wrapping an arm behind his back.
“Fine, fine… But I’m gonna get some of these framed.” Angel smirked, before nestling his head down onto Husk’s shoulder. He sprawled out across the rest of the loveseat, wrapping all four of his arms around Husk’s chest.
Husk leaned into Angel, returning the affection with a delicate smoothing of Angel’s hair from his face. A smile that rivaled Angel’s was on his face, and a deep, thrumming purr rumbled from his chest as he settled his head against Angel’s.
“I like it. Thanks, Angel.” He gave a soft, chaste kiss onto Angel’s cheek, and Angel dug even further into his side. Husk chuckled, wrapping an arm behind Angel’s waist and tugging him close. He picked up the remote with his spare hand, turning the TV on to some tripe show he could never be bothered to look away from Angel for. The two of them rubbed soft, light strides against each other’s sides, and let the night pass together.