Angel moaned softly as he slowly woke up, feeling a delicious soreness in all the right places. It felt like he was on a cloud, wrapped in warmth and comfort that made him want to linger in bed for a few more precious minutes. He cuddled closer to the source of that warmth, nuzzling his face into the firm yet gentle embrace of Husker's chest.
When Angel finally opened his eyes, he found himself cocooned protectively in Husker's beautiful wings. His face was nestled against Husker's chest, the steady rhythm of Husker's heartbeat a soothing lullaby that made Angel smile with blissful contentment. He giggled softly, feeling like he had found paradise in Hell. Despite all the bad he had suffered in life and in Hell, it felt worth it because he had found his Husky.
No one had ever treated Angel the way Husker did. Last night had been the best date of his life and afterlife, culminating in the most incredible sex he had ever experienced. As a sex worker, Angel had often been too high to truly feel pleasure, and Valentino, despite his boasting, had been a sloppy lover. But Husker was everything Angel had ever wanted in a partner. He was authoritative without being oppressive, unafraid to give pleasure as much as he took it from Angel's body. There was something old-school about the way Husker treated him that made Angel's heart flutter.
Angel giggled again, remembering how he had always had a soft spot for silver foxes. Classy older men like Husker had always been his type. He couldn't help but wonder how Husker had looked when he was alive. Was his hair all silver or just part of it? Had he been taller? More muscular? These thoughts swirled in Angel's mind as he admired Husker's wings.
The wings fluttered slightly, drawing Angel's attention to their beautiful black and red feathers. He sighed in admiration. He had been enchanted by those wings since the first time he saw them. In the privacy of his mind, Angel often thought of Husker as his very own angel, sent to Hell by his twin sister Molly to make things better for him.
Angel's thoughts drifted to how Husker had remembered his love for the aquarium, how he had taken the time to plan such a special date. It was a level of thoughtfulness and care that Angel wasn't used to, but it made his heart swell with happiness. Husker's consideration for the little things, the way he looked at Angel as if he were the most precious thing in the world, made Angel feel truly loved.
With a fond smile, Angel carefully extricated himself from Husker's embrace, making sure not to wake him. He got out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. The suite was still and quiet, the only sound the soft rustling of sheets as Husker shifted in his sleep.
Inside the big bathroom, Angel turned on the shower, letting out a soft moan as the hot water cascaded over his fluff, relaxing his muscles and washing away the remnants of the previous night. A smile spread across his face when he reached for the shampoo. His favorite brand of scented strawberry shampoo had made its way into Husker's penthouse. He giggled, remembering how indignant he'd been when he discovered that Husker didn't have a care routine for his fur.
Angel had been utterly baffled. How could Husker's beautiful fur look so radiant without any special care? It seemed almost unfair. But once Angel had taken charge and ensured Husker used the right products, the transformation was undeniable. Husker now glowed with a vibrant sheen, his fur softer and more lustrous than ever. Angel's heart swelled with pride and affection at the thought.
One of Angel's favorite ways to relax nowadays was to comb through Husker's fur. It always left Husker a puddle on Angel's lap, purring contentedly. There was something profoundly intimate and satisfying about those moments. Angel loved every second he spent with Husker, but those quiet, tender times held a special place in his heart. Being able to bring such joy and comfort to Husker, to the point where he would purr blissfully, felt like a gift Angel would cherish forever.
As he washed his body, rinsing the shampoo from his fluff, Angel's mind wandered back to the passion of the previous night. The memory of Husker's claws and lips worshipping his body, the sensation of the cat's rough tongue against his skin, sent shivers down his spine. Angel's breath hitched, and his pussy started to soak with the renewed desire as he recalled how Husker's weight had felt pressing down on him, the way Husker's cock had filled him so perfectly.
Angel's hand slipped down almost involuntarily, fingers finding his entrance. He moaned as he began to finger himself, the echoes of his voice reverberating through the shower. Each thrust of his fingers brought back the intense pleasure of the night before, the way Husker's body had moved against his, the sound of their mingled breaths and moans. Angel's pace quickened, his body arching under the water's spray as he chased his climax, lost in the memory of their passionate lovemaking.
It didn't take long before he felt the familiar tension building, his moans growing louder as he relived the ecstasy of Husker's touch. The climax hit him hard, his body trembling with the force of it. Angel gasped, riding out the waves of pleasure, his fingers still working him through the orgasm until he finally stilled, panting and spent.
He leaned against the cool tiles, letting the hot water soothe his oversensitive body. The satisfaction that coursed through him was twofold—not just from the physical release but from the deeper, emotional connection he shared with Husker. Every moment with him was a treasure, every touch a promise of the love and devotion they had found in each other.
Angel stayed in the shower for a little while longer, savoring the warmth and the feeling of being utterly relaxed. Eventually, he turned off the water and stepped out, wrapping himself in a plush towel. He took a moment to look at himself in the mirror, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. His hair was a mess, but his eyes sparkled with a happiness that hadn't been there before.
Once dried, Angel slipped into a pink dress robe adorned with purple feathers at the ends, the neck, and the four sleeves designed to accommodate his four arms. He moved quietly, not wanting to wake Husker, who was still peacefully asleep in the bedroom. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow on everything it touched. Angel felt a flutter of happiness as he tiptoed towards the kitchen.
On his way, he picked up Fat Nuggets, his beloved hell hog, and kissed his face gently. "Morning, Nugget," he whispered, scratching behind the pig's ears as Fat Nuggets snorted contentedly. After feeding his pet, Angel turned his attention to preparing breakfast. He wanted to surprise Husker with a delicious meal in bed.
Angel started by whisking eggs, adding a pinch of salt, a dash of pepper, and a splash of cream to make the omelets extra fluffy. He heated a skillet, melting a generous knob of butter until it sizzled. Pouring the egg mixture into the pan, he added a handful of finely chopped herbs and cheese, letting the edges crisp to a perfect golden brown before folding the omelet with a practiced flick of his wrist.
Next, he turned his attention to the avocado toast. He sliced the avocados, their green flesh creamy and smooth under his knife. He toasted thick slices of artisanal bread until they were perfectly crunchy, then spread the avocado on top, sprinkling it with a pinch of sea salt, a squeeze of fresh lemon juice, and a dash of red pepper flakes for a bit of heat.
Angel hummed softly as he worked, his heart light. He prepared two cups of orange juice, their vibrant color reminding him of the sunshine outside. He brewed a strong black coffee for Husker, knowing his lover's preference for a bold morning brew. For himself, he made a cappuccino, the frothy milk and espresso mingling into a creamy delight.
As he arranged everything on a tray—fluffy omelets, perfectly topped avocado toast, two cups of orange juice, a steaming black coffee, and a frothy cappuccino—Angel took a step back to admire his work. He felt a sense of accomplishment, imagining the smile on Husker's face when he woke up to this breakfast in bed.
Balancing the tray carefully, Angel made his way back to the bedroom.
Sneakily, Angel made his way back to the master bedroom. He was surprised to find that Husker was still asleep, though he realized he should have expected it given how hectic the last few months had been. A sly smirk spread across Angel's face as a mischievous idea formed in his mind. He carefully placed the breakfast tray on the small table beside the sitting area by the bedroom's window, ensuring everything was set perfectly.
With practiced stealth, Angel slipped back into bed and under the covers. He smirked to himself, moving with the fluid grace of a spider. Slowly, he pulled down Husker's sleepwear, revealing Husker's morning wood, standing proudly and hard. Angel's eyes gleamed with hunger as he admired Husker's arousal, his mouth watering at the sight.
He licked his lips, feeling a deep-seated desire well up inside him, a hunger he had never felt so strongly before. With a soft hum of delight, Angel wrapped his lips around Husker's shaft, taking him in slowly. He savored the feeling of Husker's cock filling his mouth, the texture of the spines along the shaft adding an intoxicating roughness to the experience.
Angel moaned softly around Husker's length, the vibrations causing Husker to stir slightly but not wake. The spines on Husker's dick scraped deliciously against Angel's tongue and the roof of his mouth, sending jolts of pleasure through him. Angel's hands came up to cradle Husker's balls, massaging them gently as he began to bob his head up and down, taking Husker deeper with each movement.
Husker's cock throbbed in Angel's mouth, responding eagerly to the attention. Angel picked up the pace, sucking harder and faster, his tongue swirling around the head and tracing every ridge and spine. He relished the way Husker's body tensed and relaxed under his touch, knowing he was bringing him immense pleasure.
Angel's own arousal grew as he continued, feeling a thrill at the control and intimacy of the act. He pressed his tongue flat against the underside of Husker's cock, tracing the prominent vein there, before sliding back up to tease the sensitive tip. Husker groaned softly in his sleep, his hips bucking slightly as his arousal peaked.
Feeling Husker's climax building, Angel increased his efforts, hollowing his cheeks and sucking with fervor. His hand pumped the base of Husker's shaft in tandem with his mouth, driving Husker to the edge. With a final, deep thrust, Husker came, his seed spilling into Angel's eager mouth.
Angel swallowed every drop, not wasting a moment. He savored the taste, a mix of salt and musk that was uniquely Husker. Once Husker was thoroughly drained, Angel slowly crawled out from underneath the covers, a satisfied smile on his face. He rested his head on Husker's chest, sighing in delight as he listened to the steady thrum of Husker's heartbeat.
Husker's chest shook as he laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made Angel's heart flutter. He kissed Angel's head softly, his hand coming up to stroke Angel's hair. "Good morning," Angel greeted him, his voice hoarse from the blowjob.
"The best wake-up call," Husker replied, his voice thick with affection and amusement. He turned his head toward the sitting area and smiled when he saw the breakfast tray. "I can see that. Thank you for breakfast."
Angel beamed up at him, feeling a rush of warmth and love. "Anything for you, Husky," he said, nuzzling into Husker's chest.
Husker hugged him tighter, pressing another kiss to Angel's forehead. "You spoil me," he murmured, his voice filled with contentment.
Angel giggled, feeling a deep sense of fulfillment. "You are the one who spoils me."
"You deserve it," Husker replied softly.
Once they had their fill of cuddles, Husker and Angel reluctantly sat up, resting their backs against the headboard. Husker grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief, as he used his powers to levitate the tray with breakfast to the bed. They settled into a comfortable rhythm, Husker hand-feeding Angel bites of the fluffy omelet, and Angel returning the favor with pieces of avocado toast. The intimate act of feeding each other felt like a dance, a testament to their growing bond. Angel's laughter filled the room as Husker playfully smeared a bit of avocado on his nose.
"Hey!" Angel protested with a mock pout, swiping at the green smear with one of his many hands. "You're making a mess!"
Husker grinned, unfazed. "Just adds to the fun," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Angel couldn't help but laugh, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years. He leaned forward, wiping the smudge off his nose and then pressing a quick kiss to Husker's lips. "You're incorrigible," he murmured affectionately.
The morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with the remnants of their delicious breakfast, creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere. They chatted about everything and nothing, from the highlights of their date to playful banter about who made a bigger mess.
Angel's eyes sparkled as he recounted his favorite moments from the aquarium, his hands gesturing animatedly. "And did you see the jellyfish? They were so beautiful, like living pieces of art! I could have watched them for hours," he gushed, his excitement infectious.
Husker smiled indulgently, loving the way Angel's face lit up with enthusiasm. "Yeah, you were like a kid in a candy store," he teased gently, feeding Angel another bite of omelet. "It was adorable."
Angel blushed, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through him at Husker's words. "Well, you were pretty adorable too, you know," he said, his voice softening with affection. "I love how you indulged my every whim."
Husker shrugged, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Anything for you, Legs," he said simply, his eyes conveying the depth of his feelings.
They continued feeding each other, the simple act filled with love and tenderness. Bits of food fell onto the expensive bedsheets, but neither of them cared.
As they finished the last of their breakfast, Angel licked a stray bit of avocado off his finger, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "We really did a number on these sheets," he remarked, glancing at the crumbs and smears scattered across the bed.
Husker laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that made Angel's heart flutter. "Guess we'll just have to make up for it later," he said, winking playfully.
Angel grinned, leaning in to kiss Husker again. "I can't wait," he murmured against Husker's lips, feeling a surge of happiness.
They spent the rest of the morning lounging in bed, wrapped up in each other's arms, talking and laughing as the world outside continued on. It was the perfect morning after the perfect date, a memory they would both cherish forever.