#bottom!husk

He casts around for something, anything to say that could make Angel feel better, but comes up short until his eyes land on a cloth bag that’s lying in the corner of his room. He pulls a face, heat immediately crawling through his body, but… it might just work?

Husk shuffles over and grabs the bag, sticking his paw in and pulling the thing inside out before he can think better of it.

“Hey. Angel.”

Angel just rolls his eyes over to him but when he sees Husk standing there with the soft, double-ended dildo dangling from one of his paws, he rips his head around and sits up so fast that it actually looks painful.

“You gonna try it with me?!” he asks.

Husk feels so fucking stupid with that toy in his paw, hunched over and wanting to die of embarrassment, but… it kinda is worth it seeing the absolute excitement that suddenly fills Angel.

“...Yeah… let’s try it.”

.o.

Husk’s ears are folded back but not because he’s particularly unpleased about the experience. He more so wants to try and hear Angel behind him. His voice sounds so… so… so good. All soft and breathy and mewling as he keeps working himself up into a tizzy – and Husk along with him.

Each enthusiastic backwards thrust has the toy slide deeper into Husk’s guts and makes him dig his claws into the bedding. His tail is curled high in the air above them, the feathered tip occasionally tickling his own neck and adding to the odd sensations crawling through his body.

Angel sounds like he’s about to hyperventilate while Husk feels like he’s going through molasses. His whole body feels so heavy. It’s difficult to even keep up on all fours, his hole wrapped around the toy, suckling and wet.

He can feel the sweet little smacking contractions of his rim around the squishy silicone. It makes his fur stand on end and his cock feel like bursting.

Whenever he lets his head hang to stare down between his arms, along his furry belly and toward Angel on the other side, he can see how his front hole is leaking generously; a pearly, glittering webby fluid that stretches down to the bedsheets. Hell, if he can focus his eyes enough he can see that delicious little hole contracting… so hungry to be stuffed just like the other one.

“Fuck, H-Husky- feels so damn good-!” He thrusts his body backwards, spearing himself on the dildo and ramming it deeper into Husk in turn. The sensation zings along Husk’s spine like a bolt of electricity.

He just groans softly. He closes his eyes and tilts his body back into it, trying to keep up with Angel’s enthusiastic bouncing but getting nowhere near close. It’s just so… overwhelming. Especially when the fur of their thighs suddenly starts brushing together, letting them both know just how deep they have managed to fuck themselves on their toy.

“Oh shit… oh damn-! Come on, come on- I wanna… wanna kiss your hole with mine-” his voice is cracking. He sounds so fucking jazzed about it.

Husk bites into his forearm, struggling to remain quiet, cock bouncing now every time Angel enthusiastically pushes backwards, hellbent on pressing their asses together. Hellbent on getting their rims to touch. The thought makes Husk feel like his brain is overheating.

The pain from his teeth digging into his flesh kind of calms him down, but it also leaves more room for him to think about other scenarios. Just how possible would it be for him to push his cock back between his legs and stuff it into Angel’s hole? Absolutely impossible, but in his lust-addled mind it just seems plausible enough that he stops biting his arm and instead furiously licks his fur and the aching spots his teeth had dug in.

It’s a self-soothing mechanism; a tactic to try and distract himself from his imminent orgasm, guts filled with a soft, jiggly silicone cock and Angel’s cracking voice in his ears, twisting around his spine.

It’s horrible that they both like to be filled so much. Horrible, no good, bad-

“Come on, please… p-please baby c-c-cakes; I can’t do it alone, hmn? I can’t fuckin’ do this alone-”

Angel’s voice has gone so soft and small. He sounds on the verge of tears. Husk peers around one of his biceps and is shocked to find Angel is doing the same. Just two sluts staring at each other, speared on a double-ended dildo and losing their fucking minds.

At least his gamble came true and Angel looks a lot less depressed than he had earlier.

Difficult when there’s a fucking snake winding its way through your guts, he supposes.

Angel’s eyes are still locked with his. He’s stopped all movement, leaving the two of them trembling with their bellies full and their holes stretched and oversensitive.

“...Please,” he finally whines. It sounds bratty, yea… but also heartbroken; and Husk is a fucking sucker for that shit.

His tail trembles at the base, the motion moving through its whole length. He nods, feeling the tips of his ears bobbing in unison with the motion.

“Yeah,” he answers softly. “Yeah… okay.”

And he starts moving. Nervous little rocking motions pushing more of the cock into his body. Filling him inch by inch. He can feel its slippery length twisting around the turns of his intestines. It leaves him drooling with his tongue lolling out and a blessed emptiness filling his skull.

He’s too old for this. He’s no cute little fucktoy like Angel. He’s an old fucking cat that likes way too much how it feels when his furry ass touches the furry ass of this pretty spider boy.

Angel, now that he doesn’t have to do more work, is folding in on himself. Bracing himself on his shoulders, his lower arms reach back and grasp his ass, spreading what meager cheeks he has nice and open.

A lot of things happen once Husk manages to squeeze their asses together.

His tail develops a mind of its own, curling around Angel’s waist and holding on tight while they both loose their collective mind over this entirely alien, entirely wonderful, entirely overwhelming feeling.

Husk, to his unending shame, yowls like the cat he has become; just once and sharp as an orgasm pushes through him that leaves him a drooling, fucked-up mess.

And somewhere in the middle of him grinding his ass back, rubbing their cheeks together, and pumping out his load to mix with the pearly, glittery mess that Angel is leaving behind, he feels like he hears a soft, high-pitched voice chant: “Love ya, Husky! So fuckin’ much!”

He’s not… entirely sure about that one, though. All he knows is that shit paid off and Angel is a lot more happy now than he was an hour ago.