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“If we’re gonna do this, you gotta drop the cat jokes.”

Angel Dust looked up innocently from the bedsheets. “Huh? I think you got the wrong guy - I’d never joke about something like this.”

“Yeah, right,” Husk said, sitting on the bedside. “Look, I don’t do this with just anyone. You’re one of the first people to get to fuck me in a long goddamn time, so what I say goes. And I say, again: no cat jokes. Every other line out of your mouth since we started dating has been one of those, but it’ll kill the mood if you do it here, right?”

“Fine,” Angel said, “No need to worry your little whiskers.”

“Angel.”

“Alright, alright! How’s about this: if I cum in your mouth, I promise won’t make a joke about cats liking milk. See! I’m committed!” Angel made a couple of hearts with his hands, and looked up at Husk with that little pleading face that always won him over, somehow.

Husk nudged closer to Angel. “So how’re we gonna do this? You gonna fuck me, or am I gonna fuck you?”

“How about you ride my lap?” Angel said, brushing back his hair and trying to look flirtatious, an appearance he’d had plenty of time to perfect. “That position always gets my best reviews, and I think you’d get a five-star experience.”

“Angel, you don’t have to do the fucking work speak with me. I’ll ride your goddamn little twink lap - just give me a minute to get in position here.”

A couple minutes later, Husk was sitting on Angel’s lap, the spider’s half-erect cock poking at his asshole. Notably, Husk was getting a first-class view of Angel’s tits - he could lean forward and just rest his face against them, which was, let’s be real here, a fairly common dream among Angel Dust’s admirers.

“Husky, why don’t you be a good cutie and drink up for me?” Angel said, nudging Husk’s face closer to his tit.

“Angel,” Husk said, feeling up Angel’s chest with a hand, “I don’t think that’s how that works. One, you’re a man. Two, we both know those things are fake. And three-”

Angel teasingly pushed his breasts out more, so they were right in Husk’s face. “C’mon! Give it a try - aren’t cats supposed to like milk or somethin’?”

Husk grumbled something about how he hadn’t even lasted a minute before making a cat joke, and covered one of Angel’s breasts with his mouth, giving it a gentle suck, expecting to only get fluff in his mouth. Instead, as he sucked, delicious and sweet milk flowed in instead. He almost spat it out in surprise, and Angel laughed as he patted his head. “What? Shocked? My body’s got plenty of tricks man - Val just keeps ‘em a secret for the more discerning sick fucks out there.”

He kept drinking, a small part of him feeling unwound in a “you gotta be kidding me” kind of way, especially because it did taste rather nice, and he found himself leaning in almost subconsciously, falling deeper into Angel’s embrace as the spider lifted Husk’s rear and positioned it over his cock, moaning and sucking down another catch of sweet milk as Angel lowered him down onto his lap, his dick thrusting up into him.

The bucking of Angel’s cock into his ass made Husk bury his face almost embarrassedly in Angel’s breasts, something he felt weird over because he was the older of the two, and should’ve been the more composed, but Angel’s restless teasing and playing had him under its spell. Angel rubbed his head tenderly. “Good Kitty. Go on, drink up, and let me take care of you.”

He said it with that seductive lilt Angel used in all those porn videos he did, but unlike in those, it didn’t sound false. It sounded and felt like Angel was finally letting him in, and all Husk had to do was enter the door. Husk sucked deeper on Angel’s tit, and gulped down each slosh of milk with an unexpected tenderness, a sentimentality countered when his partner started bouncing his lap, fucking Husk’s tight upright ass as his many hands explored and felt up that treasured body.

Two of Angel’s hands landed on Husk’s rear, and he let out a moaned “Oh fuck” as he thrust upwards and hilted in that rear, feeling those warm and tender walls holding and rubbing against his cock, which throbbed harder with each new little thrust and movement, intended or otherwise, a hand stroking Husk’s head tenderly, almost motherly now, the feel of that tongue across his tits partnering with his hardon and almost making him cum, if not for the years of practice porn shooting had given him at holding his loads…

Husk removed his mouth from Angel’s tits, and felt briefly silly as he did, in fact, have to wipe some fluff off his lips. But before Angel could ask, or rather, beg, for Husk to keep going, he lowered his mouth back to the other tit, and drank deeply, one hand stroking Angel’s back while the other held the heavy breast he drank from. His now-hard dick rubbed between him and Angel, its red intensity tugging at him and his heart as precum leaked from its tip, wetting both of their waists, their midsections.

“Keep going, c’mon…” Angel said, partly to himself, as he continually bounced his lap, biting his lip and then Husk’s shoulder at the feel of that perfect ass around his dick, its rough warmth driving him crazy with the way it caressed his cock. He felt tingly all over, and had to suppress a shiver, especially when the sound of it all hit him at once. The sucking of Husk’s mouth and his heavy gulps, the sound of his cock fucking his ass, the bed creaking under them, the fabric shifting under their weight.

Husk hated to admit it, but Angel had been right: cats really did like milk. He kept his head pressed tight against those breasts, which grew increasingly wet with his saliva, and suckled there, gulping down that spider milk, feeling its warmth rush down his throat and settle in his stomach. His free hand jerked his cock, wringing new bouts of precum from it, making him feel all tense and on-edge, like he was in one of his young flings again, when all of sex was new and laid before him as a new field to explore. He jerked faster, his hand wrapped around his wide cock, and he felt close to cumming.

“You’re doing so well, cutie,” Angel mumbled, his voice breaking a bit on the last word there as his gloved hands stroked Husk’s back, one remaining behind to pat Husk’s head gently, stroking him and letting him know he was doing such a good job. He bit his lip again, and a moan broke from his lips, and he fucked up into Husk hard and pulled his ass back down with a slam and came inside of him, a light delayed cry bursting from him in an almost-giggle. A few more of those got out of him, and he shuddered as he leaned into Husk, hands and arms seeming to melt back into noodles as he bucked a few more times, finishing completely.

It was such a cute display, especially from someone like Angel, that Husk jerked it until he came too, coating both of their chests with cum as he let out a singular gruff moan that was muffled by all of the milk drinking he was still doing. When he was done, he removed his mouth from Angel’s tits, and collapsed tiredly on the bed, the energy going out of him and reminding him that he was, after all, too old for too much rigorous fucking.

Angel fell back next to him a couple seconds later, and the two stared up at the ceiling together. “That was fuckin’ great,” Angel said, taking a tissue from the nearby bedside table and trying to wipe some of the juices from himself with little success.

“You said it man,” Husk said with a chuckle. “I gotta say, I thought you were a goddamn liar about those things actually being real.”

“Hey! What do you take me for?” Angel said in mock offense. “Of course they’re real, people just think they’re fake ‘cause of all the fluff. Speaking of…” Angel said, drawing a finger-circle around his mouth.

Now that things had settled down, Husk had the thought to look in a nearby mirror, and he looked a bit silly. Fluff was all around his lips from where he’d been sucking, and from what he could tell in the moment, he’d probably swallowed or taken in some fluff during the act. But whatever, it probably didn’t matter, right?

He wiped his mouth and sat up, and just then was struck by a hideous coughing fit that made Angel sit up in alarm. Husk waved a hand, and would’ve started cursing every swear in the book and a few that weren’t if he wasn’t hacking something up right now. Goddamn it, if this is what he thought it was, he’d never hear the end of it…

A final hack sent a hairball, or rather, a fluffball, hurtling from his throat. When he turned back, Angel was looking at him with his very best “Man who just saw something really fucking funny he’s totally gonna tell all his friends about later but has to pretend he’s not so he doesn’t get shanked” look.

“Angel. Not a goddamn word to anyone,” Husk said, already seeing the breakfast and lunch and dinner ribbings in his near future.

“Hey, don’t mention it, pal,” Angel said. “It’s not something you cats can control after all, right?”

—

The next day at breakfast, Husk sat across from Angel at the big breakfast table where the Hotel’s sinners would congregate on, and I am not making this up, Sunday for a communal meal. Charlie was giving some speech about forgiveness and empathy and all that other jazz, but Husk was keeping his eyes and ears pinned on Angel Dust. He was waiting for the bomb to drop. “Come on,” he thought,” we both know it’s coming. Spit it out.”

He waited through the morning speech, through the fluffy pancakes and waffles, through the eggs and syrup, but nothing came. Angel chatted up Nifty and Vaggie and Cherri Bomb, but those conversations were about anything other than what the two of them had done last night. Full disclosure, Husk had expected Angel’s conquest of him to be the singular point of discussion. Instead, it had never ever come up.

As breakfast wrapped up, and Charlie went around topping off everyone’s glasses one last time, Angel made his one and only move. Charlie leaned kindly over Husk’s milk glass, and went to refill it with a jug of the fresh stuff, when Angel waved her away with a hand.

“Huh? Why?” Charlie said, more confused than offended.

“Because,” Angel said, shooting a wink at Husk, “I think he’s had enough milk for now.”