Falling in love~ (Stolitz)-(Smut, fluff, & maybe angst)

Huskerdust.

A/N So while I was on break every time I got bored I would just, write. Aka I have a lot of shitty and random stories in my docs. Anyway, here's a 2-in-1 because I felt like it.

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Husk stretched his wings as a small popping noise cracked softly in them, letting out a grunt of satisfaction at the release of tension. He closed his eyes, stretching them wider as he let out a loud, large sigh, letting them collapse again, the sensation satisfactory.

He opened his eyes, stepping out further on the hotel's roof. It was the only place he could go that was big enough to properly give his wings a proper, good stretch without being judged for the noises they made, some of the feathers underneath matted and in desperate need of attention.
He rolled his shoulder as he peered downwards at the streets, bored.

Husk sat, his short legs dangling over the rooftop as he let his wings fall down, drooping onto the stone floor.
He hummed quietly to himself as he took another sip from his bottle, enjoying the solitude. Not how he thought his evening would go, but Husk could make do.

Usually, he'd have waited for Angel, but since he'd told him he was working even longer hours than usual, Angel had insisted there was no point in staying downstairs at the bar, since Angel would want to immediately go to his bed.
Still, Husk found himself restless, and apparently, on a rooftop.

He shook his head at himself. Since when had he started relying on seeing Angel after every work shift? Having a drink or two with the other demon, exchanging fucked up, shitty stories, both from death and life.
The sound of the rooftop door unlocking made his ears perk up and he turned his head, jolting in surprise when the subject of his thoughts was standing in equal surprise.

"Oh," Angel said, dumbly. "Hi."

Husk, utterly, completely unprepared, coughed loudly.

"Uh- hi?"
"Why are you .." Angel waggled a finger where Husk was sitting.
"Thinking. Why are you -?"
"Wanted to start thinking. Yah beat me to it tho," Angel replied.

Husk hesitated, then tapped the spot next to him and took another sip from his bottle without a word. Angel strode forward, sitting next to Husk easily, a soft laugh to a private joke in his head escaping his lips.

"What?" Husk asked curiously.
"Just- I always wind up chatting to yah after work. It's like, inevitable."
"The world works in weird ways," was the only response Husk could think of.
Angel hummed in agreement.

"How was work?"
Angel went quiet. Husk glanced at him and held out the bottle as an offer.
Angel took it and had a swig before clearing his throat, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Shit, what fucking else would it be?" Angel muttered quietly. "Bunch of touchy cunts."
"Touch is overrated anyways," Husk replied, shrugging as Angel handed him the bottle with a quirked brow.

"You don't like touch?"
"Didn't say that," Husk sipped the bottle and then held it between his paws as he struggled to find the right words. He looked at the bottle but couldn't see the bottom yet, which meant to answer to use.

"I think it's nicer when it's reserved for specific people. Or maybe specific things. Or maybe not at all," he shrugged as he looked back up. "Doesn't really matter."
Angel looked a bit dumbfounded.

"So, what would you do if you could never touch me again?"
Husk paused and took a small sip of his drink, clicking his tongue in thought.

"I don't think it matters Angie-"
"-just answer properly, please."

A quiet desperation had snuck into his voice. Husk noticed and looked at him. Angel was staring anywhere but towards Husk, and it occurred to him that maybe this question meant a bit more to Angel than he initially thought it would.
He sipped the bottle and spoke around the rim of it as he sighed.