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Angel lightly slapped Husks cheek, his head tilted slightly, eyebrows furrowed, concerned in the fact that the shorter male wasn't responding. His fingers lightly kept up their insistent tapping, trying to get any sort of reaction out of his sub.
After a session where Husk had given up complete submission, allowing Angel to take charge in the bedroom and trusting him entirely to take care of him and make him feel good, the cat had promptly fallen back against the covers, his head a complete daze, having fallen into subspace long ago. Being in such a state meant he was vulnerable and needy, relying on Angel to keep him safe and be there for him, which, of course, he was.
Husk was an older man with the weight of the world on his shoulders, from his deal with Al to the stress of trying to somehow keep what felt like hundreds of bottles - and the shelves, and the bar, and not to mention the fucking floor - clean all at the same time, he had a lot of pressure on top of him all at once, and being able to fall into a mindset of complete submission, where the only things he could focus on was Angel's pretty voice, soothing touches and sweet smile, really helped him to unwind at the end of a long day.
Unfortunately, Angel was left with the predicament of trying to get Husk back to Earth (or wherever Hell is located). Don’t get him wrong - he loved seeing Husk all subby for him, he thought it was cute as fuck, and he’d get all cuddly and sweet after - but it seemed the last orgasm he’d wrung out of his kitten had managed to render him completely out of it.
“Husky? Buddy, you doing okay there?”
Angel finally managed to get a sound out the other: a quiet groan, followed by the cat nuzzling his cheek against Angels palm.
“Don’t call me 'buddy' after we just fucked…”
Angel snickered. “Welcome back, whiskers. You doin’ okay?”
The taller just got a hum in response, Husk now resorting to pulling Angels whole arm closer and hugging it tight, his tail wrapping around the others thigh. Angel watched him carefully, smiling at the sweet behaviour that was so contrast to his usual grumpy self. You'd expect Husk to be making snarky comments right now, not curling up to him like- well, a cat.
Angel snickered. “Mkay, are words hard right now?”
Husk nodded, clinging harder to Angels arm and looking up at him with wide eyes. Angel smiled softly, gently rubbing his kittens cheek with his thumb, scratching at the soft fur. “Head's still all fuzzy, mm?" He giggled, pressing a kiss to Husk's nose. "Don't worry 'bout it handsome. I get it."
Husk smiled bashfully at the compliment, pressing his face into Angels palm to try and hide his giddy expression.
Angel cooed. “Aww. c'mon Husky, it’s true! You’re my handsome little kitty cat, ain't ya?"
The spider scratched underneath Husks chin, promptly making the other purr and sigh happily into the touch, his cheeks tinted a little pink. Eventually he nodded, glancing away in embarrassment.
Angel giggled happily, lowering his voice to murmur, “That’s my good boy." by Husk's ear. revelling in the small squeak that left his throat, and how his his smile grew a little wider, tail tightening around Angel's leg. The taller man hummed, using a hand to gently play with the feathers at the end of his kitty's tail. “Tell ya what. Since you’ve been such a sweet boy, how about I make us some pancakes, hmmm?”
Husk made an excited little trilling sound, eagerly rubbing his cheek against Angels hand. Honestly, it made Angels heart swell that Husk trusted him enough to see such a soft and domestic side of him, allowing Angel to hold and pet him, making him feel safe and loved - and Angel got a huge kick out of being able to take control for once in his life, but in a nice, soothing manner, one that both him and Husk enjoyed. One without violence and fear - something sweet and special, just between the two of them.
“Mkay mkay.” Angel smiled, standing up, only to be met with a soft whine from Husk as he stopped touching him. Angel sighed, giving him an affectionate smile.
“You want mommy to pick you up?”
Husk flushed but nodded eagerly, holding out both of his arms and allowing Angel to scoop him up, pressing him close against his shoulder. He grabbed his phone, checking the time - 4:20 am (ha, Nice he thought internally, showing Husk the phone and earning a small chuckle from him as well) - but it was perfect timing. Everyone else would be asleep which would allow him to go downstairs and make food without being disturbed, and he really didn’t feel like explaining why he was carrying Husk, why his own hair wasn’t perfectly styled like it usually was, and why they where both weren’t properly dressed-
Angel glanced down, realising they both weren’t actually dressed at all.
Oh yeah. Clothes.
They'd just finished fucking like ten minutes ago. Sue him.
He sighed, rubbing Husks back as he took him to the bathroom, to which the cat made a bit of a confused noise. He smiled.
“Gotta wash up and put clean clothes on, okay?”
Husk didn’t protest, instead just going lax in Angels arms as he cleaned them both up.
“That’s my sweet boy. Sweet, sweet boy, mmm?” He gently whispered against his ear as he pulled some shorts up Husks hips, pressing a gentle kiss to his nose when he was done. “Isn’t that right?”
Husk giggled, reaching his arms out and protesting gently when Angel sat him down on the counter, before the taller shushed him and placed a comforting hand on his thigh, his thumb rubbing against the soft fur there. “It’s okay. Mommy ain’t going anywhere, I’m just putting clothes on, kay?”
Husk nodded, his claws gently hooking themselves around Angels fingers as he watched him dress. His eyes lingered on Angels body, smiling to himself as he muttered in adoration, “So pretty…”.
Angel hummed in surprise, looking up from putting on some panties. His cheeks flushed as he gave Husk an embarrassed smile, caught off guard by the sudden compliment, before lightly squeezing his thigh.
“Thanks, baby. Could say the same about you.”
He took a second to pull on a jumper - one of Husks - before holding his arms out for the kitty. “Now cmon. Let’s go make those pancakes, yeah?” He smiled.
Husk eagerly threw himself into Angels embrace, the taller man giggling as he picked him up and carried him out into the hallway, the door closing behind them with a soft click.
He carefully made his way down the stairs, listening out for anyone else around, to which he was thankfully met with silence and empty halls. It’d be surprising anyway if the other hotel residents where up at such an ungodly hour - even the chihuahua that was Charlie needed her beauty sleep - but he was grateful for their absence nonetheless. He sat his kitten down on the counter, allowing him to cling to one of his arms as he rifled through the cupboards for the ingredients he needed to begin cooking.
Angel wasn’t allowed to make food often when he was alive - the behaviour being deemed as ‘fruity’ by his father - but he’d managed to score some one-on-one lessons with his sister where she taught him the basics. Such basics included pancakes, and he silently thanked her as he put a slice of butter into the pan and watched it sizzle, pressing a gentle kiss to Husks cheek when he saw he’d finished mixing the batter.
He’d given Husk the bowl to mix as it was a pretty mindless actively, guessing that his haze-addled brain would at least allow him to do such a simple task, and he smiled in delight when Husk proudly presented the mixture to him. He took it gently, ruffling his hair in affection before pouring a thin layer into the pan, using the handle to spread it around.
“Such a sweet kitty. What would I do without you, hm?”
Husk just smiled, still clinging to one of Angels hands, now begging to press soft kisses to the back of his palm. Angel flushed.
“So good to mommy. My pretty kitty.”
He pressed a lingering kiss to Husks nose before flipping over the pancake with expertise, making his boyfriend gasp and clap in delight. Angel did a mock bow, giving Husk a warm smile before sliding the first pancake onto a plate. Husk was about to grab it, assuming it was done and he could eat, but Angel tsked and gently smacked his thigh.
“Ah-ah, patience.”
Husk looked at him, confused, before his pupils blew wide in excitement, watching as Angel produced a box of strawberries.
“You wanna be a good boy?”
Husk nodded eagerly, as expected, to which Angel chuckled, pressing the box into his hands. “Then go wash these whilst mommy makes the rest of the pancakes, kay?”
Husk immediately got to work, running the tap and carefully washing the strawberries as Angel cooked the rest of the batter and cut up some chocolate. When the cat was done, Angel took the box and cut the strawberries into smaller pieces, adorning each new pancake he made with the strawberries and chocolate, eventually creating a nice pile for the both of them.
Once he was done he sighed, smiling to himself at his handiwork.
“You wanna eat in here or-“
“No. The bar, please.”
Angel giggled, pushing a strawberry into Husks mouth and giving him a chaste kiss after, before taking both plates and carrying them to the bar. Husk took a second to process, before snickering and rolling his eyes, slowly chewing the fruit as he took a seat on the stool next to his boyfriend.
The two sat at the bar in silence, only interrupted by the clinking of cutlery and Husk mumbling a gentle ‘thanks, Tony. These are amazing.’, whilst he leaned into Angels touch, eventually allowing him to feed him after Angel kept persisting.
When the two dozed off in bed afterwards, Husks arms wrapped firmly around Angels body, his head tucked against the crook of his neck, both men felt safe and warm, so much so that the complaints about the mess in the kitchen and bar later on didn't bother them at all.