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Watching Angel’s face, Husk clawed lightly down his legs just as Alastor landed another hit with the switch.
Angel yelped then groaned, head falling back. “Harder.”
“Which one, cher?”
“both.”
They obliged, and Angel’s next cry shook with the threat of actual tears. “Husk,” he gasped, “harder.”
“If he goes much harder, you’re going to bleed,” Alastor warned quickly.
Angel shifted on his knees, raising up a little on Husk’s cock with a rough sound before resettling. Hair falling in his face, he met Husk’s gaze and took a breath. “I said, harder.”
Husk’s ears ticked back and he dug his claws in an Angel's hips; he watched something incandescent flash through Angel’s expression, and pulled, dragging shallow but angry gashes down his legs. Angel cried, then screamed as Alastor raked his own nails the opposite way up one of the same sets of scratches, tiny crimson beads smearing into streaks in his fur.