#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ❞ ¦ 「 Angel Dust and Mihyr 」

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「 ☆ 」 Sessions with Mihyr always end too soon... Feeling as though he JUST arrived, the pleasant ache of his body and the stupid fucking clock insist otherwise. While there have been times where Angel could stay past the allotted time— provided Mihyr paid for the cuddling as well —this isn't one of those days. Scheduled to the point where he'd be sprinting to appointments if Val had shown any less restraint, Angel is lucky he had Mihyr in the mix at all. It was a nice respite from the usual customers he has to deal with... That farewell kiss further proving him right.

Not bothering to count the cash— Angel can trust Mihyr —Angel safely tucks it away with a playfully purred, ❝ No, baby— Thank you~ ❞ Chuckling, he spares a moment to reassure, ❝ Don' worry. Th' moment my schedule opens up, you'll be th' first ta know. ❞ Finger lightly pokes Mihyr's chest to emphasize his point, Angel then turning on his heel to leave. Walking toward the door, he glances over his shoulder and jokes teases with a wink and a leisurely wave of his hand, ❝ Try not ta miss me too much, MiMi~ ❞

With that final farewell, Angel Dust makes his leave. Mihyr is a busy man, after all... Best not to overstay his purchased welcome.

The star doesn't let his smile slip until he's left the room. 「 ☆ 」

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15. an ‘ i’ll be back ’ kiss. - (( *places Angel here for Mihyr* ))

the  thing  mihyr  hated  the  most  about  these  sessions  is  that  they  ended  too  soon.  eyes  look  at  angel  dust,  breathing  in  a  bit  before  he  leans  in  and  places  one  last  kiss�� for  the  day.  mihyr  wishes  there  could  be  more  time,  but  --  he  was  a  busy  man,  and  he  assumes  angel  was  busy  as  well.

❝ next  time  you're  available.  call  me.  ❞  he  says,  placing  the  payment  in  angel's  hands  for  what  was  owed  for  the  time  being.  ❝ thank  you,  angel.  ❞

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💋 / for angel & mihyr ?? 😳😳 - ✩ { @hcppyhotel } ✩

✩ { Meme } ✩ - 3/5

{ ☆ } Angel normally doesn’t kiss clients. Granted, that doesn’t mean they don’t kiss HIM at times- just that he’s never too thrilled about it, not that he can do much to stop them, and he sure as Hell doesn’t instigate it. No, kisses are something... special. Sacred, in a way. To the spider, at least. A small show of affection that he can make his own. One little shred of control he can have over himself, so that if the time ever comes for him to make the first move... it can mean something.

Too many things he does never mean anything.

He doubts that Mihyr knows any of this though... Knows just what an honor it is when the spider leans in closer, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he slowly, teasingly brushes them against the other demon’s cheek. A light whisper of a kiss, warm and delicate... before moving to place another on his other cheek, hot breath ghosting skin and enticing shivers. All the while, palms steadily slide up the other’s chest, arms moving to wrap around the back of Mihyr’s neck as he presses his fluffy chest against his client’s body- their lips FINALLY making contact.

It starts off innocent enough; tender and light, Angel enjoying this momentary break of character... and then he figures it’s time for Mihyr to get to have some fun. That’s what he’s here for, after all. Sweet kiss interrupted by the slight parting of lips, Angel smiling into the playful moment, tongue flits against the other male’s bottom lip, sliding through as soon as he’s given access. A soft, low moan accompanies the change of pace, kiss becoming deep and thorough as Angel angles his head to better engage. Sounds growing louder, hips teasingly grind against the other demon, skillfully rocking from his perch on Mihyr’s lap.

When air becomes a necessity— but not exactly a want —Angel pulls away from the kiss, teeth lightly tugging at the other’s bottom lip with a smirk. Mouth barely a few inches away, warm breath ghosts the other’s mouth, the taste of Mihyr still fresh on his tongue— and the spider’s sweet one likely still on his client’s —as he breathlessly purrs, hips not ceasing their steadfast movements,  ❝  I missed ya, Babe~ Soooooo much...  ❞  Nipping at the other’s lip, Angel flutters his lashes and asks,  ❝  Did you miss me?~  ❞  { ☆ }

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“ i want you to stay. “ mihyr tells angel, holding the spider in his arms in bed. fingers curl into the white fur as he presses kisses on angel’s shoulder. “ just for tonight. “

- ✩ { @hcppyhotel​ } ✩

{ ☆ } Normally, it’s customary for Angel to leave once he’s finished his business. Occasionally, he’d get a John who wanted to fall asleep with the soft spider in their arms, but they always expected him to be GONE in the morning. And usually, Angel would compensate for having to be ensared by their dirty-ass arms by taking some extra pay or pricey li’l trinkets from their home. Hell help him if he was ever falling too behind schedule when it came to returning to the studio with pay ready for Valentino. The moth is many things, but patient has never been one. 

So, spent and satisfied, he wastes no time in starting to shuffle away from Mihyr, ready to offer him a quick kiss goodbye and confirm that they’re still on for their next meeting— the usual time and place —before heading back into the streets to see if he can rustle up a bit more dough with the night he has left. But he stills as soon as arms wrap around him, eyes widening with surprise as head angles to glance over at Mihyr, a blush steadily darkening his face as light kisses are pressed against his speckled shoulder. Fur fluffing and breath hitching, blush practically glows in the dim lighting, accenting his cheeks and the top of his chest in a gentle rose hue as he slowly relaxes into the other male’s hold... Just for tonight, huh?

Okay... He’ll take it. 

Carefully turning himself around so that he’s facing Mihyr, hands rest against his client’s chest, finger splayed as they feel his warmth; a warmth that Angel indulges in as he presses his bare form closer, one arm moving to rest a hand against Mihyr’s cheek, thumb caressing it softly, while a leg comfortably hooks over the other’s hip. Lower limbs move to drape over Mihyr’s waist, hugging him tenderly as the spider nestles deeper into the embrace, eyes closing and a content hum rumbling from deep within his chest.  ❝  M’kay...  ❞  He quietly purrs, cheek pressed against the other’s chest, head tilting up to nuzzle the underside of Mihyr’s chin as he murmurs,  ❝  I want me ta stay too~  ❞  

Turning to press his face against Mihyr’s chest again, light kisses are pressed against it; soft, slow pecks of affection with one lingering over the demon’s heart.  ❝  Yer gonna have ta slip me some extra dough though... Jus’ so Mista’ Valentino doesn’t get pissy wit’ me.  ❞  Angel adds, eyes fluttering open to peek up at Mihyr, bubblegum hues questioning as he quietly asks, hold around the other’s waist growing a smidge tighter in a silent plea,  ❝  That ain’t a problem, is it Mi-Mi?  ❞  { ☆ }

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hcppyhotel:

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‘  my chest hurts  &  all i need is some comfort  &  understandin’.  ’ Angel says in an exasperated tone, tears brimming in his eyes but yet to fall as upper limbs wrap around himself, lower ones clenched at his sides. ‘Are ya willin’ ta gimme that… or should I jus’ stop wastin’ my time an’ get th’ fuck out?’ - (Angel @ Mihyr - he had a shit day and wants to see if he can get something besides Dic outta your boi :’DDDDD )

           GROWLING SUGGESTION.  / ACCEPTING.

       mihyr would be more than UNDERSTANDING… but his patience for such things was so thin. no, he didn’t want angel to linger around LIKE THIS.. it would be a total mood killer. ugh… this was a bit annoying.

       however, he didn’t want angel to LEAVE… and though this kind of side of him was something mihyr didn’t enjoy, he would have to put up with it FOR NOW. arms wrap around angel’s waist, pulling him closer. he lifts a hand, taking angel’s face to examine the bruise. he looked so ugly.. so IMPERFECT.  ❝ lets get you bandaged up, ❞ is all he says, moving away from angel to grab his first aid kit. 

{ ☆ } Angel isn’t stupid.

As much as others may disagree, and as much as people may try to convince him otherwise, Angel is far brighter than a first glance may attest. Something he often keeps close to the chest, figuring that if no one was going to believe it even when he tries to DISPLAY it... he might as well use their own ignorance to his advantage. Needless to say- he’s got a keen eye, and enough worldly-experience to know when he’s been examined and when he’s being examined.

The hold on his face, careful as it may be, reminds him of the very hands that created this marring of perfection. Val’s claws often gingerly holding his face to take a look at the damage, to ensure that it doesn’t permanently scar his moneymaker. Eyes are always so studious, hinted with a disdain— ‘now look at what ya made me do, Angelcakes...’ —at the blemish; the ugly proof that as much as Angel might fight to appear otherwise... he’s mortal. Capable of imperfection just like anyone else. That the larger-than-life figure, the epitome of temptation and pleasure and beauty that’s been cultivated over decades of relentless posturing- 

Can bruise. Can break. 

❝  Yeah... Let’s.  ❞  Angel dryly murmurs in reply, a hand wiping at his eyes as he watches Mihyr’s retreating form, the lingering feeling of his fingers somehow more uncomfortable than the vibrant purple blotch adorning his cheek. Furiously rubbing at his eyes, tears that he never actually planned on shedding— although, having the option too would have been nice —are wiped away, hands moving to cross in front of his chest, fingers lightly drumming against the slender limb. Honestly, it’s pretty disappointing... The tense calmness from the other. 

As if this is a chore he simply has to suffer through, to go through the motions to fix. Rather than Angel coming to him for far more than merely a patch job. He can do that himself, easily. He’s done it for FAR worse. No... This was a cry for help in a different sense. One that he had been stupid enough to hope that Mihyr would be able to answer. { ☆ }

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hcppyhotel:

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❛ Heh… A million dreams are keepin’ me awake ❜. Angel softly responds with a light chuckle when Mihyr inquires about what he is doing up, having been caught simply- admiring the other as he slept. Gaze heavily-lidded and cheek resting on his client’s chest, knuckles had tenderly stroked Mihyr’s cheek— after slim fingers toyed with his hair, twirling the strands around one —and caused the demon to stir.

Still, Angel simply cups Mihyr’s cheek, tenderly strokes it with his thumb, and murmurs, “… You’re in a lot of ‘em.” He knows it’s dangerous to get too close to a John. Or close at all. Especially one that he honestly, doesn’t know much about… but he does know that a Mihyr treats him well, and seems to genuinely care about him. So, he allows this snippet of truth to show, as a subtle bit of thanks… and a tentative testing of the waters between them. (hgnghnnnnn… *mcYeets* x3 )

             GREATEST SHOWMAN.  / ACCEPTING.

      it had been quiet…and mihyr was really enjoying the silence, save for the breathing that was shared between the two. he was about to fall asleep before he felt the pair of eyes on him, which prompted him to ask what angel was doing. an eyebrow raises in light interests as he hears the answer. what kind of sappy shit was that– was his first thought. mihyr was never really one for the kind of ROMANCE thing, if that’s what angel is implying.

       but still – to hear that angel has been dreaming about HIM… caused light butterflies to flutter. all he wanted was angel’s attention. arms wrap around the spider, pulling him into a kiss. all he wanted was that undivded attention… and the fact that he was still here – in HIS arms, nonetheless, mihyr counted himself as LUCKY. he wondered how far he could push his luck. ❝  you’re in my dreams, too, angel.   ❞ he says after the kiss is broken. he lies back on the bed, fingers holding onto the bottom of angel’s chin. ❝  not all of them are sexual, though.   ❞ he adds, finishing with a slight chuckle. before he was a client, he did have MANY dreams – but he finds that more of his dreams avert away from the normal wet ones… some even was DOMESTIC. mihyr was pretty sure he wasn’t capable of those thoughts anymore – it was a bit surprising.

{ ☆ } Angel tenderly meets the kiss, other hand moving to cup Mihyr’s face as he melts into the moment. Sighing contentedly as they pull away, a half-lidded gaze remains focused on the other demon as Mihyr lies back, fondness showing unencumbered in his rose hues. Perhaps a fondness that is foolish to display— Angel tries to keep sentimental shit under wraps, since most in Hell are likely to take advantage of feelings rather than reciprocate or appreciate —but it shines through nonetheless, Angel’s cheeks dusted a beautiful blush that trickles down to his chest thanks to his bubblegum-blood.

Shuffling over so that he’s resting directly atop of Mihyr, arms cross on the other’s chest, a free hand resuming its gentle toying with the John’s hair... Tilting his head slightly, he playfully flutters his lashes at Mihyr’s admission— trying to veil the butterflies arising in his stomach at it —he teasingly purrs,  ❝  Oh really?~  ❞  A finger twirls a strand around it, Angel leaning closer to pepper small kisses against Mihyr’s cheek as he speaks, trailing them closer to the corner of his mouth with each pause,  ❝  An’ what exactly... are we doin’... in these dreams of yer’s?  ❞  

A lingering kiss is placed against Mihyr’s lips, the quiet gesture making it clear what dreams he is referring to... He honestly doesn’t think he’s ever been in a dream that wasn’t a wet one. { ☆ }