Ooh, but where's the fun in that? I got a surprise for you anyway. So don't keep me waiting long~♡
The surprise being Angel not only laying seductively in the bed, lights dimmed to flickering candle light for ~ambiance~, but he was also sporting black lingerie he had just picked up that may or may not (it was) be laced with aphrodisiac perfume.
And as soon as the door opened: "Heya big boy. Come to collect the rent I owe ya?" Brow waggle.
And he does. He doesn't even change, still in his work clothes, which are just his regular clothes but a bit sweatier.
One perk of owning the Inn- you don't have to ask for a room number for your late-night visit.
As he knocks softly and opens the door, the scene before him does take him by surprise. It shouldn't; Angel is always a bit extra, but he figured since the text seemed spontaneous that he'd be snuggled into bed, or whatever.
"Whoa."
The cheesy line makes him laugh. "Yep. That's me. Big boy. Very large guy here to ask where my Bones are." He closes the door behind him and saunters over, looking down at Angel in the candlelight. His eyes wander, drinking him in.
Angel rolled over onto his back, upper arms resting above his head, one leg kicked out and the other laid flat, so long his boot covered foot dangled over the edge a few inches.
"Oh, mister landlord, I don't have any money! But I bet there's another bone I can take care of for you. Would that cover it?" His eyelashes fluttered, one of his lower hands pressing to Finnick's thigh. "Have mercy on this little ol spider~"
Look at him, suddenly a bonafide character in a shitty porno.
He squints at Angel, like he's a bit suspicious. "Hmmm..."
Bending down over him, one hand plants on the bed. With the other, he trails his fingertips up Angel's thigh, over the black lingerie, past the fluff on his chest, up to his chin. He holds it between his fingers, as though appraising the spider.
He leaned up just enough to properly return the kiss, sharp teeth catching on Finnick's lower lip as he pulled back. Not enough to puncture, but enough to sting as he dragged the points across.
"I dunno," he murmured playfully, fingers curling against his crotch and kneading. "I hear you're real good at filling holes, and I got a few that might need some caulking."
It's a bit like a brush with a bear trap, though definitely more of a pleasant thrill. Especially with that kneading, which makes Finnick hum.
He laughs in turn, softly.
"I can fill your holes, babycakes. But how about... Letting me on the bed with you, first?" Ever heard of foreplay, Angel? No, he's a porn star, of course not. Well, time to learn.
He knew what foreplay was!!! Did he participate in it often? No, but shut up.
"Plenty of room, doll." He pulled his long long legs up and scooted over to make room, not entirely sure which direction he wanted to go, but clearly willing to adjust accordingly.
"You like that, baby?" He purred. Angel put up no resistance to being manhandled either, and happily rolled onto him, one of his many hands carding through his hair while they kissed. The other three that were currently out worked on sliding up and under his shirt, and down to his crotch again, tracing the outline of his cock through his pants.
"I do," he hums back. "And so soft... And so sexy..." He keeps murmuring against Angel's lips, moaning softly as his many hands light up his senses.
He reaches down to grope Angel's ass, pressing the spider's hips against his own in the process. He grabs angel's lip between his teeth, pulling on it gently before letting it slip through.
"Sure hope you can't come up with rent any time soon..."
His hips lifted obediently, a heady moan rumbling in his throat. His own dick was still tucked away — but god damn could he feel Finnick's hardening first in his grasp, then in the cradle of his thighs when he pressed their bodies together.
"Mm. Maybe we can make this a permanent arrangement? Money's kinda tight, but I got something tighter you might like better."
"That tight little ass will work just fine," he growls, squeezing it again. God, Angel is just dredging up the skeeziest parts of him. It's kind of fun, even if it is ridiculous.
Hands, everywhere, grazing his abdominal muscles and gills, around his cock, in his hair. His own hands wander Angel further, exploring.
It was fun and no one was making him do it. Angel got to enjoy the silly little game all on his own and Finnick seemed to be having fun — so what was the harm?
He had hands everywhere, and one left still to reach back and pull a drawer open in the nightstand so he could fish around, pull out a pair of handcuffs, pause, and then snort out a laugh. "Looking for the lube so you can bend me over and fuck me into the sheets. Maybe we can play with these later." Unless...
Anyway. Lube. Handcuffs tossed onto the bed, vial pulled out so he could pop the cork off. Did he time the pop with the exact moment his dick sprung free and pressed between them?
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Can't sleep, princess?
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Of course I do.
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I'll even unlock the door for you~
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[He could always be skeezier, after all.]
You can probably reach the door from the bed anyway, longlegs.
Just closing up the bar. Be there in a few.
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Ooh, but where's the fun in that? I got a surprise for you anyway. So don't keep me waiting long~♡
The surprise being Angel not only laying seductively in the bed, lights dimmed to flickering candle light for ~ambiance~, but he was also sporting black lingerie he had just picked up that may or may not (it was) be laced with aphrodisiac perfume.
And as soon as the door opened: "Heya big boy. Come to collect the rent I owe ya?" Brow waggle.
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A surprise? I'm running. I'm skee-daddling.
And he does. He doesn't even change, still in his work clothes, which are just his regular clothes but a bit sweatier.
One perk of owning the Inn- you don't have to ask for a room number for your late-night visit.
As he knocks softly and opens the door, the scene before him does take him by surprise. It shouldn't; Angel is always a bit extra, but he figured since the text seemed spontaneous that he'd be snuggled into bed, or whatever.
"Whoa."
The cheesy line makes him laugh. "Yep. That's me. Big boy. Very large guy here to ask where my Bones are." He closes the door behind him and saunters over, looking down at Angel in the candlelight. His eyes wander, drinking him in.
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Angel rolled over onto his back, upper arms resting above his head, one leg kicked out and the other laid flat, so long his boot covered foot dangled over the edge a few inches.
"Oh, mister landlord, I don't have any money! But I bet there's another bone I can take care of for you. Would that cover it?" His eyelashes fluttered, one of his lower hands pressing to Finnick's thigh. "Have mercy on this little ol spider~"
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He squints at Angel, like he's a bit suspicious. "Hmmm..."
Bending down over him, one hand plants on the bed. With the other, he trails his fingertips up Angel's thigh, over the black lingerie, past the fluff on his chest, up to his chin. He holds it between his fingers, as though appraising the spider.
"I think we could work something out."
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Angel gave his best doe-eyed look, lip trembling, head tipped back with the curl of fingers under his chin.
"Oh, thank you, mister landlord. I'll do anything you want." He purred, hand trailing up to brush between Finnick's legs.
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It's an adorable look, not that he's particularly falling for it. He is, however, getting a bit warm in the face for some reason.
"Anything, huh?" It feels like the script is already written for him, but he does purr his line out deviously, like he was born to be a porn star too.
he keeps Angel's chin tilted up as he drifts down to kiss his lips softly.
"And what did my sexiest tenant have in mind?"
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He leaned up just enough to properly return the kiss, sharp teeth catching on Finnick's lower lip as he pulled back. Not enough to puncture, but enough to sting as he dragged the points across.
"I dunno," he murmured playfully, fingers curling against his crotch and kneading. "I hear you're real good at filling holes, and I got a few that might need some caulking."
Okay that was bad. Angel laughed. "Just fuck me."
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He laughs in turn, softly.
"I can fill your holes, babycakes. But how about... Letting me on the bed with you, first?" Ever heard of foreplay, Angel? No, he's a porn star, of course not. Well, time to learn.
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"Plenty of room, doll." He pulled his long long legs up and scooted over to make room, not entirely sure which direction he wanted to go, but clearly willing to adjust accordingly.
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"You're so... Grabbable." He demonstrates by lifting Angel atop himself, hands sliding up and down his sides as he kisses the demon again.
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He reaches down to grope Angel's ass, pressing the spider's hips against his own in the process. He grabs angel's lip between his teeth, pulling on it gently before letting it slip through.
"Sure hope you can't come up with rent any time soon..."
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"Mm. Maybe we can make this a permanent arrangement? Money's kinda tight, but I got something tighter you might like better."
Stupid.
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Hands, everywhere, grazing his abdominal muscles and gills, around his cock, in his hair. His own hands wander Angel further, exploring.
"Show me how you like it, baby."
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He had hands everywhere, and one left still to reach back and pull a drawer open in the nightstand so he could fish around, pull out a pair of handcuffs, pause, and then snort out a laugh. "Looking for the lube so you can bend me over and fuck me into the sheets. Maybe we can play with these later." Unless...
Anyway. Lube. Handcuffs tossed onto the bed, vial pulled out so he could pop the cork off. Did he time the pop with the exact moment his dick sprung free and pressed between them?
Yes. Obviously.