Huskerdust smut :3

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗? --🤍🖤💙

SONG: K. - Cigarettes After Sex

Scene -~
Husk and Angel have been flirting recently. They're under the radar for the most part, but considering Angel's suggestive nature, nobody pays much notice to their romantic encounters anyhow.

Angel stumbles in, attempting to filter his frustration through stomping but is incapable since his legs are weak. He's home later than usual, around 11 pm rather than his typical 9 pm. Husk notices his struggle to keep up with his own feet, though partially ignores Angels attempts.

"Usual?" Husk states. Typical greeting. "Sumthin a bit more. In my feels. What's a girl to do without a strong drink, ya feel me?" he says in a mocking tone, not being able to meet the usual energy. He resorts to making fun of his acting persona.

"What's got you so tired out, hm?" Husk interrogated. "Valentino. He's found uses for me other than money now." Angel rolls his eyes at the thought. Husk then raises an eyebrow. "That being..?" Angel looks down at his feet, shuffling them. "His own use." he quickly retorts, not hesitating to answer the question. "Another night, another insufferable off-set session."

Husk looks at him mournfully and hands him a drink. "I don't know if I can do much about that.. Thanks for openin' up to me, though. Promise ya I'll keep my lips sealed."

There's a moment of silence. It's not the sad kind of silence. It's not the kind that makes you wanna run into a corner and be consumed by shadows. It's comfort. Comfort tht not only lasted within the silence, but comfort that cascaded into Angel's voice. "Thanks, whiskers. I could use someone to talk to."

After a couple seconds, Husk laughs a bit to himself. Angel looks up in confusion at his response to the conversation. "What's so funny?" he asks. Husk raises his eyebrows. "I could not imagine that prick being good in bed." Angel snickers a bit, "Yeah, I figured once you've been in the industry a while, you'd know how to please a guy. Guess not."

TIME SKIP!!

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Scene -~
It's now around 12:30 and Angel is drunk as a sailor. Husk has been listening to him ramble for about an hour now, and isn't getting tired of it any time soon.

"-And she just like, doesn't even cAre about him yaknOw??? And it's so DISAPPOINTING cuz like- *hicc*- they're too young to know hoW tuh lOve!!" Angel observed the show and picked at its plot carefully.

Angel shut up for just a minute, before uttering something into the air. "What was that?" Husk's ear rose up higher, trying to hear Angel's remark. "You look beautiful. And fuckable~" Angel conveyed. Husk flushed a deep rare of red. "H-huh.?" "You heard me, whiskers~"

Husk cleared his throat and stammered out a response. "W-well, uhm.. You should get going now! It's uhh.. Getting late.."