You're in Husk's room as he teaches you how to do blowjob shots.
Your first attempt doesn't go well at all, with amaretto and cream spilling all over your face and the floor. Thankfully, you have a patient teacher; Husk may tease your sloppy effort, but he'll still clean you off with some soft, purring licks to your mouth... and other places.
("Okay, Husk, come on, there's no more cream left on my chest...")
After a couple of flops, he instructs you to watch closely as he does one. With seemingly no effort, he wraps his mouth around the shot glass and throws his head back. His throat pulses as he gulps down the drink, and his tongue expertly runs over the walls of the glass, picking up every last drop of amaretto and cream. Once the glass is finally cleaned out, he puts it back down without using his hands, then sticks his tongue out for a moment so you can see the dollop of cream on his tongue.
"See? Like that."
You forget what you were doing for a moment.
Your next attempt isn't nearly as smooth as his, but at least you've made much less of a mess this time. As the burn of the liquor rests in your throat, you copy the movements Husk made with his tongue, though you're not as adept at cleaning out the whole glass. You place the glass down much less gracefully, making a loud thunk rather than Husk's silent finish, then look at Husk for his input. You show off your tongue; while there's still some cream on your lips and chin, most of it made it into your mouth this time.
"Like that?"
Husk's pupils are blown wide, and his tail is swishing behind him.
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Please, please, can I request an one-shot of Husk teaching Reader about all of the ways he can make them cum? First, just from nipple stimulation, just clit, just penetration, etc, until he figures out what makes them cum the quickest is hearing his voice/moans? His voice is so đ
Ohhh, Husk is fucking magic, pun absolutely intended~
I was only gonna write a couple paragraphs but then it ended up being longer than that. It's not as detailed as something I spend a few days on would be, but in my current state if I decide to come back to this later then I never will. I like how it is, so here you go, Husk being way too fucking good at what he does, especially with that voice!
He's not intimidated when you say it's hard to make you cum and a partner has never done it for you before. You apologize when you're about to have sex with him the first time, assure him you can still enjoy this even if you don't climax, but Husk doesn't want to hear that - if you want to cum, he will get you there. He hates to leave a partner unsatisfied. You have your doubts, but you'll let him try.
He warms you up well - Husk is never in any rush when he's in bed. Gentle kisses, fleeting touches, sweet compliments... this is already better than most of your encounters. You're used to partners who just want to get into the main course as soon as possible, but he's enjoying his appetizer. His lips brush your throat, his claws gently graze your hips and thighs, and despite the brimstone all around you you're already seeing heaven...
Your clit is easy mode. A few kisses to your mound and your lips, then as soon as he latches onto your clit, you're gone. He has his hands behind his back to prove he doesn't need to do anything else; with only his lips and his tongue, he's got you cumming over and over again, making your hips buck as you cry his name. He doesn't stop until you push his head back; he's good, so good, but it's too much.
As soon as he lets you go, he's looking up at you and smirking. "See how much a little warm-up can do?" he asks as he licks your wetness from his mouth. He buries his face between your legs once more to lick more wetness from your folds, and you have to smack your palm into his forehead to get the greedy bastard to finally let you breathe.
You take some some time to rest your body and thank him with some pleasure of his own. You've never stroked a cock like his before, tapered and covered in soft bumps, and immediately you're wondering how it'll feel when it's inside you.
How he'll feel, and how he'll sound... just from being gently stroked, he already sounds beautiful. "That's it, doll... so fuckin' nice to me..."
When it's time for penetration, he has a specific position in mind. "Face away from me and sit in my lap." You sit where you're told, and immediately shudder as he slides his cock against your pussy; those barbs of his are magical. It doesn't take him any effort at all to penetrate you; he's already got you so wet and open, it slips right in while he's rubbing you. He takes a few slow thrusts, groaning from how fucking soaked you are-
A certain movement makes you cry out so loud, you instinctively throw your hand over your mouth.
"Yeah? Right there?" he asks as he keeps moving. Your continued cries answer that question quite easily.
"It's that spot in the front, right? You feel me rubbing against there?"
Yes, you feel it right there, his barbs swelling and firming up against that spot, with every stroke urging more cries from you. You'd muffle them, but Husk has taken your hands in his paws as he thrusts up into you.
"Wanna hear you, doll, wanna know I'm in the right spot..."
Yes, fuck, he's in the right fucking spot- it only takes a few minutes before you're clenching around him, gasping for breath and jerking your waist down to meet him. Your orgasm doesn't stop his long strokes, pulling out to make the cluster of barbs on the underside of his cock rub just under your clit before slamming back in to the hilt. You're not entirely sure what you're babbling about- more, right there, more, fuck, more-
His own sounds become more feral, words turning to moans and growls, before he thrusts deep one last time and pushes against you as he cums. Either the hot seed flooding you makes you climax yet again, or you've already been cumming nonstop this whole time.
You both need some time to relax after that. Husk cuddles up to you and hugs you from behind, and while surrounded by his warmth, you drift in and out of sleep. You're only vaguely aware of your surroundings, but you definitely notice his satisfied growls and purrs as he kisses your shoulder and nuzzles into your neck. God, you can't even see him, but just those growls have you thinking just how gorgeous he is...
"Mmm... hey, doll?" he asks as he smooths his paws up your body, from your abdomen to your chest. "Did you know some people can cum just from having their nipples touched?"
You wouldn't have believed him if he said that a few hours ago, but after everything you've just experienced with him... "Try me."
You sigh in pleasure as his paws cup your breasts, pads against your nipples as he squeezes and rubs them. The pleasure isn't nearly as intense as earlier, but that's not what you need right now anyway. It's nice to be able to relax as he touches you.
"God, you're soft..." he purrs in your ear. "So fuckin' pretty..."
Your thighs squeeze together at the sound of his voice.
"You've been so good tonight... are you gonna keep being good for me? You gonna cum for me again?"
Your breathing gets heavier, and your skin flushes. He hasn't changed the way he's touching you, but somehow the sensations are swelling.
"That's it, pretty baby, sigh for me..." He kisses behind your ear, then lets a deep exhale brush past it. "Keep making those pretty noises..."
"Husk..." you whisper.
"Love how you say my name... you like how I'm touching you? You feeling good? If you're feeling good then cum... go ahead and cum, baby...
I hear your breathing, you don't need to hold back... cum, baby, cum, cum for me-"
The way he growls those last words finally snap your resistance. You shudder back against him as heat rushes between your legs, and a breathy "oh fuck..." escapes your lips as even more wetness pools between your legs.
You come back to your senses just in time to hear his deep laugh against your ear.
"Oh... did I find your weak spot, baby?" He holds your breasts tighter and makes his voice even deeper. "You like when I tell you to cum? If I stopped touching you and told you to cum for me-"
You make another high pitched whine as you squeeze your legs tighter, as if that can somehow stop the rush.
"Fuck, baby..." Gentle kisses trail from behind your ear, down your neck, and over your shoulder, and he makes you yelp by lightly biting at your flesh. "I'm gonna have so much fun with you, aren't I..."
18+ Husk/GN!Reader. During an edging session with a friend with benefits, Husk accidentally says something he's not sure if he means.
Heâs so beautiful, bared to you like this. His wrists are bound together and attached to the bedâs headboard with cuffs, and bright red ropes hold his legs in place in a frog position. You know that when binding a masterful magician like Husk, restraints work on an honor system; he could break free whenever he wanted. The only way heâll stay in place is if he trusts you enough to want this.
Thankfully, he does seem to trust you, despite the torment youâre putting him through now.
âPlease,â he gasps as your hand glides up and down his bumped cock, aided by the precum thatâs been trickling from his tip ever since you started. His barbs have swollen with arousal, and they tickle your palm with every pass. âFuck, Iâm close, please-â
His pleading is cut off by a frustrated whine as your other hand closes around his plump balls, pulling and squeezing them slightly. He squirms in your grasp, but itâs no use; both of your hands have stopped moving now, and heâs unable to find the friction he needs.
âGoddamn itâŚâ he groans, continuing to squirm despite knowing it wonât get him anywhere.
âHow many times is that now?â you ask as you gently massage his balls in your palm, providing nowhere near enough stimulation to finish him off, but enough to make him whimper.
âI⌠unhâŚâ His mostly-lidded eyes are glazed over, and heâs murmuring as if heâs having trouble thinking.
You snap him back to reality by squeezing his balls until he yelps. âHow many, baby?â you repeat.
âF-fourâŚ?â he stammers out. âI think⌠fourâŚâ
âThatâs right!â you say, condescendingly congratulate him on his ability to count. âFour times youâve told me you were close! But youâve been able to hold back each time⌠youâre so good at this!â
He grits his teeth and growls, clearly too frustrated to take much pride from this.
âDo you want to try again? See how close you can get this time?â
He makes another frustrated noise. Youâre pretty sure you know what it means, but youâre not going to let him get away with âpretty sureâ.
âUse your words, baby.â
âPlease,â he hisses out through his clenched teeth. âPleaseâŚâ
âPlease whatâŚ?â You know the cooing tone pisses him off, and itâs why you wonât drop it.
âStroke meâŚâ
Itâs not a polite request, but he did what you asked, so you give in to it, finally releasing his balls and moving your hand back to his shaft. The wet sounds of your slowly gliding hand mix wonderfully with his groans as his swollen cock keeps trickling precum down onto your fingers. You swipe your thumb over his tip to catch some of it, and his entire body shivers.
âFasterâŚâ
âAre you sure you can handle it?â you ask him. âYouâre not going to break on me too quickly if I do that?â
âI promise,â he grits out. It sounds less like a genuine promise and more like him saying whatever it takes to get what he wants.
You still give in, quickly pumping his cock in your hand as he rolls his head back and swears. Youâre surprised when he lasts more than five seconds, after just how much teasing youâve been putting him through; heâs gotten so good at holding back and waiting for your command, even as you squeeze around his barbs in the way that you know knocks the wind from his lungs.
âWhat do you say?â you ask him, unsure if heâs too distracted to hear you.
âAh- fuck- FUCK!â
You scold him for his wrong answer with another squeeze to his balls, though this time you donât slow down your hand. With the way he moans, he doesnât seem to view the action as much of a punishment. âWhat do you say when I do what you want, baby?â
âI- I- fuck I love you-â
Every inch of you freezes at those words, but what he just said doesnât seem to register for him. He continues to squirm in your frozen grip as he gasps desperately for air. âPlease- please- please-â
Did you mishear him? He couldnât have possibly said- âŚbut no, you canât think of what else he could have said.
That word. One of the first things he asked you to agree to when you started this- this relationship, or whatever it was- was to never, ever use that word. It wasnât what he wanted from this, and heâd never be able to believe it if you said it anyway. It was something he was no longer capable of giving or receiving, and he wasnât interested in wasting your time with false hope for something he simply couldnât provide.
But here he is now, gasping and delirious, clearly unaware of what heâs just said. What heâs just done.
He doesnât react as you let go of him and crawl up his body, drinking him in with your gaze as he moves. His fur is drenched and matted with sweat, his chest rising and falling with his breaths. He meets your gaze with half-lidded eyes, his golden irises glazed over as he struggles to regain his senses.
âWhat⌠are youâŚâ he murmurs.
You cradle his face and interrupt him with a kiss.
He doesnât return the favor, but he doesnât refuse it, either, allowing you to press your lips against his as you stroke the silky fur of his cheeks with your thumbs. A purr rumbles through him as you gently brush his tongue with your own, savoring his natural taste. Itâs been long enough since heâs had a drink or a smoke, allowing you to enjoy him, just him, the man who just told you he-
You kiss him harder until you can stop thinking about that, at least for the moment. It isnât often that you kiss him like this, especially not outside foreplay; once one of you is between the otherâs legs, thatâs what the rest of your time together focuses on, with no further room for sentiment. You donât often have time to dwell on the heat of his breaths, or the softness of his lips.
You stare into his eyes when you finally release the kiss. Theyâre slightly more open now, and his breath has somewhat steadied. Youâre studying his face, looking for answers; did he mean to say it? Does he regret it? Does he remember it?
He breaks you out of your confusion with a simple request.
âTouch me?â His voice is so sincere, so gentle. You canât possibly disappoint him.
âOf⌠of course,â you respond, your earlier dom act rapidly withering away. You crawl back down to your spot between his legs, and resume stroking his cock once more. You start off slowly, focused more than ever on the slick skin beneath your palm and the breathy moans escaping his mouth. A strange determination to please him is bubbling within you. Itâs not like youâve never cared about his pleasure before; youâve both always made sure the other enjoyed everything youâve done together. But this focus you have on him now is strangely different. Something softer, fonder.
His moans grow louder as your hand moves faster, and his deep, growling voice takes an even stronger hold on your senses than it ever has before. You canât get your mind off him; not just the act with him, but his place in your life both now and later. You need to decide something, quickly.
â...Husk?â you murmur.
âBabe?â he responds, not registering that youâve actually used his name. âFuck, babe, donât stopâŚâ
Itâs now or never.
âI love you.â
You donât change how youâre touching him at all; all it takes is your voice to make him arch his back with a low groan. His cock throbs in your palm once, twice, before spilling warm seed all over your hand. Youâve never seen him cum this much, for this long; is it just because of how long you kept him edged, orâŚ?
As the flow starts to ease, you move down to lick a bead of cum from his tip. He groans again as his cock twitches and spills another burst onto your tongue. You hum with your lips still against his head, focusing on nothing but his taste and texture in his mouth, almost unwilling to swallow it down and let it go.
He whimpers after another kiss to his head; he finally has nothing more to give.
You crawl up his body again, neither of you caring about the trail of his own semen youâre leaving in his fur from your hand. Heâs even more blissed out than before, breathing so hard heâs almost choking, completely unable to open his eyes.
You kiss him again, mouth open wide to let him taste your breath. Youâre ready to take the lead again, let him relax as you cool him off with your affectionâŚ
But after the sound of metal clicking and hitting the floor behind the bed, his claws are tangled in your hair as he pulls you down to kiss you even more eagerly. His legs are still bound as he squeezes your waist between his thighs, trying to bring you as close to him as he possibly can. He whines into your kiss as you accidentally grind against his overstimulated cock, but he makes no motion to pull away.
The two of you need to talk.
Not now, not while heâs stained with sweat and cum and too out of it to remember the past hour in much detail.
Irk, I've though very hard about it, and i am in fact going to need you to write that "flustering husk in that dress" fic. In return, I will absolutely write the oral-fixation fic we discussed lol
- (going insane over here over this stupid cat man) salem đŠˇ
You already wrote the oral fixation fic so now I'm obligated!
I'm just teasing - I've been wanting to write something like this ever since we got that trailer, and now I finally have! Oh, Husk, I've missed writing porn about you so much.
You go to Husk's room to help him get ready for Charlie's stupid redemption activity. He really does not want to do this, so you help him relax and stall for time with a handjob and some praise. 2k, kinda spoilers for ep 3 I guess but it's nothing major. We've all seen the dress and we all guessed what the purpose was.
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âI am not doing this.â
Youâre standing behind Husk in his bedroom, helping him fasten the cream-colored dress around his wings and tail.
âYouâre the one who said it was a good idea,â you remind him as you fasten the button at the back of his neck.
âI said it was a good idea to try to redeem Angel. I didnât agree to do some stupid stage play to help him out.â
You can see his face in the full-length mirror youâve both been using to adjust his outfit. His arms are crossed, his tail is lashing, and heâs frowning so hard he might be giving himself a headache.
Youâd never say it out loud, but combined with the dress, his pouting is kind of adorable.
âYouâre just mad that you have to wear a dress,â you tell him as you place a reassuring kiss on the back of his head.
âIt ainât about the dress!â he snaps. âMy manhood ainât that weak! I just donât wanna go out there and do one of Charlieâs stupid plays in front of fucking cameras.â He sighs, and some of the tension releases from his face. âI know she means well, and Iâm grateful that sheâs doing this for Angel, butâŚâ
âWhatâs this play about, anyway?â you ask.
âFuck knows. Charlie never gave me a script. Told me to just wing it. Donât think she wants me holding the script in my face again.â
You barely stifle a snort as you remember the story of what happened the last time someone at the Hotel tried to give him an acting job. He has many talents, but acting is clearly not one of them.
âAny idea why you need to be in a dress for it?â
âNo fuckinâ clue.â
âWell, whatever she has you do, Iâm sure youâll do great,â you assure him as you rest your chin on his shoulder. âBesides, all the focus is gonna be on Angel, not you. You donât have anything to worry about.â You lightly tug at the ribbon on his neckline, not sure if you're really adjusting it or just looking for an excuse to touch and admire him. It's not fair how adorable he looks dressed up like this, not when he'd rather not be.
âYouâre probably right,â he admits as he leans his head against yours and purrs. âStill donât wanna do this shit.â
You hum in sympathy as you hug him tightly around his midsection. âMaybe you just need something to help with the nerves?â
Husk snorts. âMy bloodâs already 50% whiskey, doll. I donât think another few shots are gonna do me any good.â
âI wasnât talking about booze,â you say, voice low and breathy, as you run your hands over his hips and thighs.
âYeah? Then what were you talkinâ about?â You can see his smirk in the mirror, suggesting he knows exactly what you meant.
âWhy donât you go sit down on the bed?â you suggest as you move your lips closer to his ear. âIâll give you a little pick-me-up before your big debut.âÂ
His ear twitches as your warm breath brushes past it. He doesnât need to be told twice, though he canât help but steal a quick kiss from your lips before moving to sit on the edge of his mattress. As soon as you join his side, heâs pulling you in by your shirt for another kiss, this one much more lingering. You return the favor, and he purrs into your mouth as you gently scratch your way from his ear to his cheek. Your lips part from his briefly, just long enough for you to get a good look at him in his costume, and you canât help but blurt out what youâd been thinking ever since he called you in to help with the buttons.
âYouâre beautiful.â
Husk snorts in response. âIf anyone else said that to me, especially while Iâm dressed like this, Iâd think they were fuckinâ with me.â
âDo you think Iâm fucking with you?â
He hums as if he needs to think about it for a second. âAlmost⌠but I know youâre not. Not you.â He pulls you in for another kiss, more enthusiastic than ever this time with both of his paws on the back of your head and slightly gripping your hair. You know him well enough by now; this sort of enthusiasm is the closest he can get to accepting a compliment sometimes. You continue with your affection, this time running your hand over his neck through the collar of his dress. The fabric of the dress is wonderfully soft as you run your hand down his shoulder and his chest, though it of course pales in comparison to his bare fur.
Touching his bare fur is your current goal.
You pull the floor-length dress up enough to expose his knee. He groans into your kiss as you gently squeeze it, then slowly scratch your way up the inside of his thigh.
âYou better not be thinkinâ about stopping there,â he warns playfully.
âNow, when have I ever done that?â you respond as you lightly press your forehead to his. âTeasing, sure, but not stopping.â
âWell, donât tease, either. I donât know when Charlieâs gonna be back.â
As much as you want to savor the moment, you know he has a point. With your limited time in mind, you continue your handâs journey, running it over to the outside of his thigh and up to his hip. You expected to feel his usual boxers or briefs settled there, but instead you find a thin strip of fabric snug against his skin, and as you run your fingertips over it, you notice a bumpy, familiar texture; is that lace?
You have to try so hard not to laugh into Huskâs mouth. âAre you wearing panties?â you ask, keeping your tone curious instead of judgmental.
âThey were in the bag Charlie gave me!â Husk snaps, his ears folding down in irritation. âDoes it matter?â
âProbably not,â you admit. âUnless Vox tries to go for an upskirt shot.â
âIf he does that, youâre gonna help me kill him,â Husk says.
âOf course,â you agree with a smile. âNo oneâs going to see whatâs mine but me.â You rub the fabric between your thumb and index finger, intrigued by the difference from his usual attire. âSpeaking of whichâŚâ
If Husk is embarrassed, heâs not letting it show. Without any hesitation or apparent discomfort, he grabs the dress in both of his paws and hikes it up to his knees. You reach around to unfasten the buttons around his tail, purposely teasing him by brushing against the small of his back in the process.
âCarefulâŚâ he warns, moaning slightly. Once his tail is free, he lifts the dress further and shifts so that heâs no longer sitting on it. He continues gripping it to give you a better look at whatâs underneath. The panties are rather plain, white with lace trim and no patterns, but the innocence of both them and the dress are somehow hitting you harder than something skimpy would. He looks damn good in those panties.
His dark cock swelling beneath the fabric is certainly adding to the look.
âThat doesnât look comfortable,â you observe with a smirk. The panties arenât enough to cover his full length; his swollen head is peeking out from the top of them, and already leaking precum onto the fabric.
âNo, itâs not,â he agrees, returning your smirk. âMind helpinâ me out?â
Of course you donât mind. You move in to kiss him again, and once his claws have returned to tangling in your hair, you reach down between his legs. You tease him by running your palm over the bulge for a moment, heart pounding at the feeling of his hard excitement beneath smooth silk, but with your limited time, you canât savor it as much as youâd like.
Maybe youâll have to ask him to wear this again when you both have more time to enjoy it.
After one final squeeze to his bulge, you tug his panties off his cock, leaving them resting halfway down his thighs. He groans as you wrap your fingers around him, gently rubbing his precum against his half-rigid barbs.
âYouâre so beautiful,â you repeat against his lips. He can only respond with a moan as you close the gap between your lips again. Heâs pressing his body closer to you as you stroke him, and running one paw down over your neck and your back.
âPlease,â he breathes into your mouth during the smallest of breaks, before resuming the kiss and caressing your tongue with his. You grip him tighter and speed up your hand, moving easily with the assistance from his precum, and he shudders against you in pleasure.
You want to keep kissing him, but you also canât help but move back slightly to get another good look at him. His face is flushed, his eyes lidded, his ears slightly tilted back. He lets out the smallest, barely audible âfuckâŚâ between his breaths, and whines as you swipe your thumb over his cockâs opening.
A rough slamming on the door stuns you into letting go of him. The knocking continues as Charlie, as manic as sheâs been all day, rambles desperately. âHusk! Husk, are you ready yet?! The Vees are gonna leave soon and we need you downstairs because we really really need to redeem Angel today-â
âJust a second!â Husk calls. You grab his cock again as he speaks, and before he can end that last word with an obvious moan, you grip the back of his head with your other hand and pull him back in to swallow the moan with a kiss.
Youâre running out of time; as much as youâd like to make this last, you know that any minute now Charlie is going to barge in here, and you really donât need a manic Charlie ruining Huskâs relaxation. You quicken your hand, and from the way his breaths are shuddering, you know heâs getting close.
âMouth,â he begs into your kiss. âPlease- your mouth-â
âNo time,â you say apologetically. âJust my hand for nowâŚâ
Heâs too close to the brink to complain. He clutches at the back of your shirt as he buries his face into the side of your neck, both whining and purring as his wings quiver.
âBeautiful,â you tell him once more, punctuated with a series of kisses to his head wherever your lips can reach. With a final shuddering breath against your neck, he spills himself into your hand. His orgasmic moan is certainly loud enough to be heard from the hallway, but you decide that if Charlie hears anything itâs her fault for hanging around. He whimpers as he squeezes his thighs around your hand and grinds, trying to ride the feeling of his climax as long as he can.
âYour turnâŚâ he murmurs, drunk on the pleasure, before moving in for another kiss. âCome on, lay back-â
âYou know Iâd love to, baby,â you say as you pull your hand away from his softening cock. âBut you have to go.â
âFucking ChristâŚâ He groans as he squeezes his face in one paw, his brain steadily coming down from its high. âI almost forgot about that shit. Youâre really gonna make me do this, doll?â
âItâs out of my hands,â is all you can offer. You wipe your hand as clean as you can against his thigh, and then help him pull his panties back into place. You keep peppering his lips with kisses, light enough to hopefully not rile him up again, as you help him pull his dress back down and fasten his tail back into it. He stands up and drags himself up to the mirror. He frowns as he twists his body, trying to see as much of the dress as he can.
âThereâs no stains, are there?â he asks.
You look him over to confirm that you havenât left any evidence. âYouâre fine. Besides, like I said, the focus is gonna be on Angel, anyway.â You kiss one cheek and gently pat the other. âNow get going before Charlie breaks down the door, and after your acting debut, Iâll congratulate you by picking up where we left off, okay?â
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Oh, poor Husk! He's had too much to drink, and he really needs to rest. Thankfully, he has his loyal Huskettes to bring him to a side room so he can relax until he feels better. They lay him on the large, plush bed, and position him to make sure he's comfortable.
But he doesn't want to be alone. How could they possibly leave him in that case? Luckily, the bed is big enough for all three of his favorite girls to join him. But it isn't much good if they're just sitting near him - wouldn't he feel better if he was being cuddled? He'd especially like to cuddle up to a specific Huskette... her chest is so soft, so nice for him to rest his head on and nuzzle...
Three sets of soft hands massaging him, rubbing his shoulders, dragging teasing fingertips up his spine, making him shudder as they travel between his wings... we're sorry, sir, was that too much? Should we leave you alone for now?
Of course he doesn't want that, he still wants comfort... shrugs his suspenders off so he can feel those hands more directly, brings his paw up to squeeze the soft breast he's laying on, only separated from him by a thin leotard...
Do you want to feel them better, sir? It's no trouble at all to unzip the leotard and pull the garment down...
Of course it's better this way for him! Listen to how he purrs as he nuzzles directly against the smooth skin! Look how eagerly he's grabbing at the plush flesh, claws leaving little pinpricks! He hums in such satisfaction as he kisses them, the fur on his snout tickling his caretaker in the best way...
Do you like tasting them, sir? Taste as much as you like, kiss and lick however you want... your mouth feels so good, so warm...
She giggles as he latches his lips onto her nipple and starts suckling. So that's the sort of comfort he craves? Of course, sweet kitty, do whatever you need to relax...
Hands continue roaming all over his torso, before moving down to his waist, squeezing his ass and gently palming the swelling bulge between his legs...
Can we touch you more directly, too, sir? You know we'd love to... he hums in agreement as they unfasten his pants, and jerks his hips toward the first hand to touch his bare erection. You really like this, don't you, sir? Good kitty, sweet kitty... we'll do anything to help you relax, sir, you know we're always here for you...
Husk's had plenty of New Year's kisses. It's the same routine every year; he's blind drunk way before the clock chimes midnight, and once it does, he's grabbing the nearest friend he's made tonight and kissing them breathless. Maybe he'll give out a few kisses tonight, for extra luck.
This year is different. He decided not to go find a party tonight; he's happy to stay at the hotel, and at the moment, the two of you are hanging out in his room for a bit of a break away from Charlie's celebration downstairs.
You hear the distant chime, and he moves as if he's done this a million times before, taking your chin in his paw and kissing you firmly.
You should both go back downstairs soon - Angel and Cherri are probably down there laughing about how the old man can't even stay awake until midnight - but as you pull him closer and allow him to give you some more "extra luck" kisses, you're in no hurry...
