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Three weeks.
Three fucking weeks and Husk hadn’t gotten an impromptu visit, a phone call, or even a text from Vox and he was starting to worry a little. They had definitely made up (they had, hadn’t they?) and Vox had definitely stayed the entire night in Husk’s bed, curled close in Husk’s arms. He’d even let Husk make breakfast the next day (he’d fucking thought ahead and beat Vox to the kitchen so that he didn’t even need to have the conversation about who was making breakfast because fuck Vox and his borderline war crimes, violating the Geneva Conventions each time he set foot in a kitchen) and had laughed at Husk’s jokes.
It had been fucking domestic and everything and not a peep since.
At this point, Husk figured that the television demon had either finally been attic-wifed by Alastor or he was double dead in a ditch somewhere. The latter seemed unlikely as Alastor hadn’t gone on the predictable rampage that Husk assumed he would if Vox was actually dead, so he was probably being brainwashed while Husk went about his business as usual.
The Gambling Overlord looked down at his phone and debated how he should go about getting Vox’s attention. He had sent the last text and had no fucking clue what the etiquette was when one’s situationship left one on read. He was pretty sure he shouldn’t send another text and demand to know if Vox was still alive, but that was about it.
After a few minutes of staring at his phone, inspiration struck. Velvette had left her number in his phone, ostensibly to help Vox teach him the wonders of the modern age of technology, and Husk was pretty sure she would know where he was. Ah, but how to start the conversation…
Husk [3:04:33 pm]: hey
Velvette [3:05:21 pm]: who the fuck?
Oh. Did she delete his number? That was… it was fucking insulting, actually.
Husk [3:05:57 pm]: it’s husk.
Velvette [3:07:33 pm]: who?
Husk [3:07:53 pm]: husk. gambling overlord.
Velvette [3:08:57 pm]: 😒
Husk’s mouth dropped open in surprise. How in the ever-loving Hell did this little nobody not remember him? He was memorable. How many winged cats were wandering around Hell? Well. Probably a few but he was the only Overlord winged cat, so that counted for something.
Anyways.
Husk typed out his next text with an ever-deepening frown.
Husk [3:10:23 pm]: we’ve met like five times.
Velvette [3:12:34 pm]: nah
Husk [3:13:00 pm]: vox’s friend
Velvette [3:13:34 pm]; mf has lots of friends
What the fuck did that mean? Did Vox have a lot of friends or a lot of friends? Was he fucking more people than just Alastor and Husk? Fuck’s sake, Husk didn’t like that. Not that he had any say over who Vox fucked and how frequently, but he should at least know who else he was vicariously sharing his bed with.
He sighed and rolled his eyes.
Husk [3:15:22 pm]: the guy you called his grandpa
Velvette [3:16:00 pm]: 💡
Velvette [3:16:12 pm]: 🍆🍆🍆🍆
Velvette [3:16:24 pm}: k remember u now
Velvette [3:17:01 pm]: wat u want?
Husk [3:17:24 pm]: just wondering if you’ve seen Vox around
Velvette [3:18:00 pm]: k
Velvette [3:18:20 pm]: added u 2 group
Husk blinked before he realized that she had just looped him into a group chat with her and Vox. Shit, no. He couldn’t be seen creeping around asking questions behind Vox’s back like a fucking weirdo. Fuck.
Velvette [3:18:54 pm]: 🍆 wants 2 tlk 2 u
Vox [3:19:13 pm]: he has my number
Velvette [3:19:34 pm]: cool now u 2 can be in chat with me 2
Vox [3:19:51 pm]: b/c we need supervision
Husk [3:20:24 pm]: didn’t want to bother you
Velvette [3:20:38 pm]: aw. 😢
Vox [3:20:52 pm]: fuck off vel
Husk watched the text chain growing longer and longer by the second and rubbed the back of his neck anxiously. This was so fucking awkward. Vox was going to laugh in his face the next time he saw Husk and it wasn’t going to be in a cute kind of way that Husk kind of liked, actually. This was more awkward than the restaurant debacle and at least Velvette hadn’t had front row seats to mock him for that whole thing. Just Alastor.
Which might be worse, Husk couldn’t decide.
Husk [3:24:43 pm]: do you have plans for tonight?
Vox [3:25:12 pm]: depends
Husk [3:25:32 pm]: on what?
Vox [3:26:00 pm]: on what ur offering
Velvette [3:26:34 pm]: 🍆🍆🍆🍆
Vox [3:26:46 pm]: rly?
Velvette [3:27:00 pm]: bet
Husk [3:27:23 pm]: I have concert tickets. promoter wanted me to come to her client’s show.
Velvette [3:27:30 pm]: who?
Husk [3:27:42 pm]: mayday something or other
Velvette [3:27:48 pm]: FUCK VOX. I WILL BE YOUR PLUS ONE.
Husk blinked in surprise. He hadn’t heard of this singer and yet Velvette was sending him texts so fast that he set his phone down for a minute to get a drink. It buzzed relentlessly and Husk stared at it with a raised eyebrow. He’d never seen the little doll demon so enthusiastic – didn’t think she had it in her to be excited about anything that didn’t involve relentlessly mocking or bullying everyone else around her. He picked up his phone, mildly horrified by the twenty-three new messages of Vox and Velvette arguing back and forth over who would be going to the concert with Husk. He sighed and watched for another few seconds before responding.
Husk [3:35:23 pm]: forgot to mention that I have 4 tickets
Velvette [3:35:58 pm]: mf
Vox [3:36:24 pm]: dick
Velvette [3:36:50 pm]: 🍆
Husk [3:37:24 pm]: THAT’S what that means?
Velvette [3:37:42 pm]: LMFAO
Husk scowled for a moment before typing again.
Husk [3:38:01 pm]: you can bring RD if you want
Vox [3:38:09 pm]: nah he’d hate every second
Velvette [3:38:24 pm]: i’ll get a date bitches
Vox [3:38:37 pm]: don’t hurt urself
Velvette [3:38:53 pm]: 😽
After arranging to pick up the two younger Sinners at Velvette’s apartment, Husk turned his phone off and slid it into his pocket as he finished going about his day. Casinos to run, dealers to supervise, cheaters to shoot in the head. That sort of thing. But, fuck, he was looking forward to this concert – even if Velvette’s enthusiasm made him think that this singer might not be wholly up his alley. Just the thought of having an excuse to see Vox and get his hands on the younger man was enough to have Husk fucking whistling as he finished getting ready.
He arrived a few minutes earlier than he had promised and was greeted out on the street by Vox. The television demon held up a hand as he hurried down the front steps of Velvette’s apartment building. Worry on his face and Husk halted in his tracks.
“Don’t fucking say anything about how she fucking looks,” he hissed. Husk raised an eyebrow. “Her bitch of a girlfriend just broke up with her on the ‘gram and she is beyond pissed. Honest, Husk, she is terrifying tonight, so don’t even think about–”
Husk waited until Vox was close enough before grabbing him by the waist and pulling him in for a kiss. Vox slapped the Overlord’s shoulders frantically for a second before melting against Husk and that was a job well done. The threat of Vox’s electricity danced over his tongue and Husk finally pulled back to grin down at a startled television demon.
“Uh…” Vox blushed a little then seemed to remember what he had been trying to say. He shoved Husk and took a couple of steps back. “That! Don’t do that tonight!” He glanced around furtively. “She’ll probably string us up by our intestines if she sees anything remotely sexual or romantic or even anything bordering on friendly. This is a fucking obligation tonight and you are not happy to have to spend any time with us.”
“Fuck, no,” Husk groaned. He hated playacting. “I haven’t seen you in three weeks. I have every intention of getting my hands on you.”
Vox grinned back, flipping his jacket to the side and settling his hand on his hip. “Nobody said you couldn’t do that, baby.” The door to the building opened and Vox instantly shrank back. “But not in front of her.”
Husk looked up, eyes growing wide as Velvette stopped at the top of the stairs. Instead of her regular trendy clothes, the doll demon was dressed in head to toe black. Her eyes were smudged with kohl and her lips were just as dark. Oh, shit. He glanced carefully at Vox who only inclined his head ever so slightly.
“Hey,” Husk called, the word dry in his mouth. “You ready to go?”
Velvette’s chin tipped up and she stared down at the other two demons with a look that was frankly one of the most terrifying things that Husk had ever seen. Fuck, he kind of hoped she died before ever becoming an Overlord – this bitch combined with Overlord power was something that didn’t even bear consideration.
But, also, the withering stare she focused down at them made Husk’s dick stir very unhelpfully. He clasped his hands together in front of him, hoping his jacket was just long enough to keep that hidden. He had never claimed that he couldn’t get fear boners and, right now, he was well on his way to making an ass of himself with this one.
Her eyes scanned over his car. She shrugged. “I guess that car is fine.”
Vox mouthed “sorry” before waving Husk towards the car. And, fuck, Husk was an Overlord but that didn’t mean he couldn’t see a woman about lose her absolute shit on the first person to look at her wrong. He followed Vox into the car, scooting in next to the television demon to avoid having to sit next to Velvette. She slumped into the seat across from them and Vox tapped Husk’s thigh, looking pointedly at the liquor cupboard.
Yes. Alcohol could only make this situation better. Husk fumbled around in the cabinet, casting a quick look at Velvette’s dark expression, before deciding to pour them each a drink as dark as her entire aura. He pressed the tumbler of dark whiskey into her hand first before pouring a glass each for himself and Vox. Vox took his silently, watching Velvette with a reasonable degree of suspicion.
“She just fucking decided to dump me on the ‘gram,” Velvette sneered suddenly. She threw half of her drink down her throat and sucked her teeth after swallowing. Vox raised his glass slowly, peering at her over his whiskey.
“Such a bitch,” he said supportively, shifting his weight in his seat as he watched her glare into her glass. Husk swallowed. “She deserves to be hit by a bus.”
“Or a train,” Velvette murmured. She glanced down at the phone in her hand. “Ugh. I can’t even get excited about going to this fucking concert.”
Vox glanced at Husk quickly. “Oh, no. Maybe you should just stay home if you won’t have any fun. We’d hate to put you out.”
Velvette flipped her middle finger up at him. “Nah, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.” She thumbed through her feed for a minute as the car slowly made its way into traffic, almost immediately stopping in what Husk knew was an inevitable traffic jam. “Are we just going to have to sit here and fucking look at each other?”
Vox slumped back against the seat a little. “There’s still time to get your miserable ass out of the car,” he mumbled, barely audible. But just audible enough for Velvette’s eyes to snap away from her phone and focus on him. She threw the rest of her drink back effortlessly and Husk was impressed. He figured she just survived on a steady diet of spite and iced coffee – it was refreshing that she could drink whiskey with as little effort as he did.
Velvette sneered at him and Husk’s face quickly dropped back to neutrality. “Yeah, I ain’t like other girls, grandpa. I can shoot whiskey and probably fuck harder than you do, too.”
Fuck, she was so mean.
She typed on her phone for a moment. “I’m going to fucking ruin her,” she hissed. “I’m going to make her wish she was double dead.”
Husk patted Vox’s knee comfortingly while Velvette continued to mutter to herself as she scrolled on her phone, an eerie purple light beginning to swirl around her fingers as she typed. This was a very fucked up date and Husk had been on borderline dates with Alastor, for fuck’s sake. Then, very subtly, something shifted in the air as her eyes narrowed down at her phone. Husk scooted ever so slightly away from Vox, the smaller demon blinking over at him in confusion.
Every man for himself.
Velvette’s head snapped up and her glare zeroed in on the television demon. Vox quickly set his glass down in the cupholder beside him, eyes widening. “Vel–”
Vox let out a surprised yelp when Velvette slipped her phone into her pocket and lunged for the other demon. Husk jerked away just in time as she caught Vox by the shoulders, pulled him to the side, and slammed him backwards, pinning him flat on the backseat. Husk winced a little bit in sympathy when she then scrambled up to straddle his waist, barely missing kneeing him in the groin. His hands shot up to catch her wrists before she could grab his screen and wrestle him into place.
“Fuck, Vel, are you fucking horny now?” Vox demanded. He struggled to hold her still by the wrists, jerking one hand away with a hiss. “No biting!”
“That bitch thinks that she can just dump me and move on to someone else before I do.” Velvette scowled down at him. She thumped the side of his head with her free hand and Vox flinched back against the seat a little. Husk shook his head – he’d intercede if things genuinely got out of hand, but until then… Vox was on his own. “I need to get fucked before she does.”
“Oh, well, that’s a perfectly sane reason to pin me down in the backseat of Husk’s car.” Velvette’s eyes darted over to him and Husk sighed before shrugging. Vox tried to catch her free hand and earned himself a half-hearted slap on the shoulder.
“Don’t bring me into whatever this is. I don’t give a shit what the two of you do,” he said. He didn’t even care if they made a mess in the back of the car – he had people to clean that. Besides, he could probably just bill it to Alastor and the Radio Demon would pay it instead of questioning why Husk was holding him responsible for stains in the backseat of his car. “If you’re gonna revenge fuck him to get even with your ex… it’s whatever.”
“Gosh, thanks, Husk. Super fucking helpful.” Vox tried to squirm away, but she effortlessly twisted her hand and slipped out of his grip using the thin part of her wrist to get free. Velvette pushed against his shoulders to get him to stop moving and Husk looked back down at his phone, scrolling through his feed. “So, I take it you want me to, uh, give you something to ride.”
“That’s a really fucking weird way to put it, but yeah.” She paused, maybe considering the precarious position they were in. “Do you not want to?”
“I didn’t say that. You’re being a bitch about it, but it’s kind of hot.” Huck could see Vox wriggling beneath her, placing his hands on her hips to settle her more squarely over his lap. “Give me a minute.”
Velvette pushed herself up a little and eyed him carefully. “Why?”
“I like you just fine, don't worry,” Vox explained patiently. He reached up and gave her ass a squeeze, laughing at the offended noise she let out. “But Little Vox doesn’t just pop up with a ‘howdy, partner’ on command like that.” Husk snorted incredulously and Vox’s grin grew. “I’m not always horny, Husk.”
“Could’ve fooled me.”
Velvette growled down at the television demon, and he blinked back up at her lazily. “I need to get fucked now so that it can go on the ‘gram before she beats me to it.”
“I could go down on you in the meantime,” Vox offered like a gentleman. Velvette groaned.
“It’ll be a fucking nightmare trying to do that in a car with your head,” she replied, giving him a tap between the eyes with her finger. Vox sighed.
“So, fuck Husk.” Husk froze and slowly looked up from his phone. Both younger demons stared at him expectantly. “His head’s not weird and he’s very good with his tongue. Ten out of ten, five stars, would fuck again.”
Velvette’s lip curled and Vox poked her in the side. “I guess you do fuck this on the regular.”
“This?” Husk exclaimed, eyebrow shooting upwards.
Velvette sneered and fuck, was she always so mean and why the fuck was it still turning him on? Husk shifted his weight, trying his damnedest not to be suspicious about it and knowing full well by the way Vox’s grin sharpened that he wasn’t succeeding.
“He’s cute when he’s mad,” Vox offered. “Just get him, like, really annoyed or whatever, and he’ll fucking rail you, Vel.”
“I’m sitting right here,” Husk snapped, glaring at Vox. He wasn’t morally opposed to fucking Velvette, but he wasn’t so sure he was ready to add another layer to the complicated situationship he was already juggling with Vox and Alastor. Besides, it was really fucking rude the way they were talking about him like they weren’t sitting in his car with him just a few feet away, so he ought to decline on sheer principle.
“I guess I can see that,” Velvette said, jerking Husk’s attention away from Vox. She straightened upright so that she was straddling Vox’s hips as she studied Husk with the same derisive expression she usually wore. Which was kind of comforting in its familiarity. She finally nodded. “Okay. Sure. Why the fuck not?”
Vox laughed and patted her thigh. “That’s the spirit! Who doesn’t love an apathetic fuck? I know it’ll float Husk’s boat.”
“I’m still sitting. Right. Here.” Velvette swung her leg up and over Vox before making her way over to the Gambling Overlord. Husk rolled his eyes before slipping his phone into his pocket. She crawled up onto his lap and he caught her hips before she could grind down on him. “You don’t even like me.”
“I don’t like most people. I just need to get fucked.” Velvette shrugged. “I don’t see what the problem is.”
“Uh…” Husk glanced down at Vox who had rolled onto his stomach, propping his head up on one hand and kicking his feet up like a schoolgirl, fucking asshole. He very helpfully winked at Husk and gave the Overlord an enthusiastic thumbs-up where Husk knew Velvette couldn’t see it. Fuck it. “You know what? Fine. Whatever.”
Velvette grabbed his face and pulled him into a startlingly aggressive kiss that had Husk’s wings flaring out on either side of him. He felt one of them slap against Vox’s head and heard the television demon let out a vaguely offended noise. With a shocking lack of preamble, Velvette dropped one of her hands down between them and grabbed Husk hard enough to make his hips kick up in surprise.
“Holy shit,” he gasped, jerking back to stare at her. Her eyes were backlit with the strange purple-ish light, and he realized that he was just the tiniest bit afraid of the little Sinner. But fuck him, if that didn’t make him just a little bit harder. Because apparently fucking Vox with Alastor’s creepy bullshit in the background had conditioned him into associating fear with horniness. She shoved him back against the seat. Hard.
“Do you need a minute, too?” she demanded. Vox barked out a delighted laugh beside them, little fucker. Husk made the resolution to fuck him stupid as soon as he was done with whatever it was Velvette had in mind. If he was still able to, of course. “Or can you just take your dick out and do this?”
“Fucking rude,” Husk snarled, pushing her back just enough so that he could fumble with his belt. She sat up on her knees to give him a little more room. “You know that? You’re a rude little bitch.”
“Boo hoo, don’t get your suspenders in twist, gramps.” She snapped said suspender with an insulting little flick of her hand. “Your dick doesn’t seem to mind.”
Husk pulled himself out with a growl. Before he could stroke himself at all, she swatted his hand out of the way and set an unforgiving pace. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Vox climb off the seat next to them and move across the way to the facing seat. Husk caught the demoness by the forearm, shaking his head desperately.
“Don’t!” he heard him beg with more than a hint of pathetic. “You’re going to get me off before I can fuck you.”
Velvette paused then nodded. Husk considered letting out a breath of relief but decided that she was too attuned to weakness to show any himself. She’d probably just rip his throat out with her teeth, fucking psycho. Shit, where did Vox fucking find these people?
Rising higher on her knees, she reached up under her skirt and tugged her panties to the side. Husk swallowed, still a little worried, and guided her over the top of his cock. He held her still for a moment, narrowing his eyes. “Don’t snap it off.”
“Fuck you,” she answered and sunk down onto him with a sneer. Husk’s eyes closed and he dropped his head back against the seat as he was surrounded by the warm, wet heat of her. Fuck, why had he thought this was a bad idea, anyways? “I’ll fucking break your dick off if I feel like it. What are you going to do about it– shake your fucking fist at me and tell me to get off your lawn?”
Oh, right.
Velvette began to rock slowly on his lap and, for the briefest moment, Husk wondered if she might actually be nice while he was inside her, but alas. He felt her small hands latch onto his shoulders, bracing herself against him (and shoving him back against the seat with a disturbing amount of strength) as she began to pick up speed. How the fuck she expected to get herself by riding him so hard, so quickly, was beyond him but what the fuck did he know? Maybe she was just one of those women who didn’t need the buildup. Which was something of a shame because he might have liked to take his time with her, like he did with Vox.
Speaking of…
Husk cracked his eyes open and looked behind Velvette to where Vox sat in the facing seat, legs spread as he lazily palmed himself through his trousers. He caught Husk watching him and winked before spreading his legs a little further apart. Fuck’s sake, he hated them both so much right now.
“What’s wrong, Husk?” Vox called, voice a little lower pitched than usual. “Scared she’s going to ride your dick off?”
“Obviously,” Husk bit out, tightening his fingers on Velvette’s hips as she ground down against him with a light grunt. He huffed out a breath and shifted his gaze to make eye contact with her. “Do you fuck everyone like this?”
“Only the old guys who might break a hip if they’re on top,” she snarked back, tossing her head with a moan as she tightened around him. Husk’s wings flapped helplessly, and Velvette stopped moving altogether. With a groan of displeasure, he watched as she slipped her phone back out of her pocket and held it over the top of her, angling the camera just so. “Vox, you best move or you’re going to be in the shot, too.”
Vox scrambled up and moved in behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back just a bit, and tilting his face up at her phone. “Is this my good side?”
“You’re a fucking cube,” she laughed. “Do you even have a good side?”
“Every side is my good side.”
Velvette typed on her phone for a moment. “#revengefuck, #fuckmyex, #sorrynotsorry,” she muttered, and Husk whimpered despairingly.
“Guys,” Husk heard himself beg. “Could you either get off or get off my dick?”
Vox’s shark grin made an appearance immediately after Velvette stopped taking her inane revenge fuck selfies and Husk watched in muted horror as he slipped his hand down Velvette’s belly and under her skirt. He wouldn’t. The little bastard would not–
“Fucker,” Husk grunted, eyes slamming closed as steady, hard, bursts of electricity pulsed from Vox’s fingers. She clenched around him unforgivingly, a surprisingly soft cry pulled from her lips, and Husk found himself dragged into his orgasm without a prayer of holding off. Fingers digging into her hips, Husk struggled to keep his wings from flapping hard enough to knock the little demoness off his lap.
Finally, he slumped back against the seat and opened his eyes to see Velvette looking at him with an unsettlingly soft expression on her face. “Aw, grandpa. Look at you, getting off with a bit of Vox’s electricity.”
“You got off, too,” Vox reminded her, and Husk realized that the television demon still had his arm wrapped around her waist. She reached up and patted the side of his head. “I, on the other hand…”
“Oh, we left you out,” she chuckled. Fuck, had Husk’s dick just cured her foul mood? Fucking take that, Alastor, his dick did have magical healing properties after all. “Poor TV boy. Feeling a little lonely?”
Vox nodded, moving back as Velvette eased herself out off Husk’s lap. He winced a little as the cold air rushed over his dick and shifted back on the seat. With a snap of her fingers, Vox’s belt opened, and his trousers slid down onto the floor. Husk huffed out a laugh as the television demon’s screen flushed a little.
“What are you waiting for?” Velvette asked, gesturing towards Husk’s lap. “I assume you want us to make a Vox sandwich.”
“Fuck, yes,” Vox groaned, kicking his trousers off and shucking his briefs at the same time. Husk managed to catch Vox’s waist as he spun around and plopped himself down onto Husk’s lap. Feeling fucking overstimulated, Husk winced a little before tugging on the younger man’s waist.
“Get up on your knees,” he instructed, and Vox obeyed quickly. Husk wrapped his arms around the smaller demon and leaned his forehead against the small of Vox’s back. He wasn’t sure that his dick was interested in giving an encore performance. Next time, he’d make sure to fuck Vox while he was pinned in the middle, but for now...
“Don’t fucking grind on me,” Husk warned, rubbing his head against Vox’s back, a purr threatening to tumble out of him if he wasn’t careful.
“Wow,” Vox whistled. “Fucking crabby.”
“Voxy?” Velvette asked, with an unusual level of softness in her tone. Vox’s breath suddenly hitched in his throat, and he rocked forward as much as he could with Husk’s arms wrapped around his waist. Husk grinned as he felt Vox’s hands suddenly clamp down over his arms. “You’re going to shut up now, or I won’t jerk you off.”
“Husk could do it,” Vox replied defiantly, and Husk just shook his head. He could stand a bit of quiet right about now. Vox huffed. “Fuck. Fine.”
Husk tightened his grip around Vox’s middle as he was sure Velvette began to stroke him, drawing a soft noise from the smaller man’s lips. He was still riding out the aftereffects of his own orgasm and wasn’t completely invested in getting Vox off. Yet. But, if he kept making those little sounds, Husk was going to be invested very soon.
“You’re fucking needy tonight,” Velvette cooed up at the television demon and Husk could feel Vox nod vigorously. He thought for a moment and lowered one of his arms to fumble his hand into his pocket, searching for the lube that he just carried everywhere now. Fucking pervert that Vox was turning him into. “Do you want Mommy to use her mouth?”
“Fuck, Vel,” Vox whined instantly. “Don’t do the Mommy shit. Please? I can’t fucking stand it.”
“You don’t like it because it gets you off so fast,” she laughed knowingly. So, Vox had definitely fucked Velvette before or… vice versa? Either way, she knew a little kink of his that Husk didn’t and that did not make him feel a nasty little twist of jealousy in his gut. Not at all.
“Fucking exactly.” Husk rucked up Vox's shirt and jacket. He pressed a kiss against the soft skin on Vox’s back when Velvette’s hand reached up to pat the television demon on the hip.
“Maybe Mommy wants her good boy to get off fast.” Husk used the opportunity to slick his fingers and slide one inside Vox while he was distracted by Velvette. Vox’s hips immediately kicked forward and rewarded Husk’s initiative with a shower of sparks.
“Come on!” he shouted, clenching his fingers hard into Husk’s arm. “I wanted to fucking enjoy this a little longer!”
Husk nuzzled the small of Vox’s back and slipped another finger inside the smaller Sinner, much to Vox’s dismay. He tightened his hold on Vox’s waist before curling his fingers slowly, laughing when Vox’s head dropped back to stare at the roof of the car. He could hear the wet sound of Velvette taking him into her mouth and braced Vox as he rocked his hips forward desperately.
“Fuck,” he whimpered. His hand flew upwards, palm slapping against the side of his boxy head. Husk’s dick twitched a little as Vox’s hand twisted against the fur on Husk’s arm, a fresh shower of sparks erupting from his antennae. Quite the little lightshow tonight, wasn’t he? Husk pressed his tongue to the small of Vox’s back and swept downwards. Vox’s response was both predictable and so fucking charming that Husk grinned as the younger Sinner stiffened with a gasp. “Oh– oh, fuck!”
His hand practically tightened into a vice as Vox came, his back arching forward while he rode it out. Husk waited until the jittery little jerks of his hips finally slowed and came to a stop. Vox sagged back, swinging his hand out for balance, and Husk eased him back down onto his lap. In front of them, Velvette’s face was lit up with a mean kind of delight and Husk nuzzled the crook of Vox’s neck, letting himself start to purr. He didn’t even fucking care if Velvette saw – let her see what she was missing out on so that if they ever fucked again she might not be such a rancid little bitch about it.
“That was mean,” Vox finally said, pressing back against Husk’s chest with a faint grumble in his voice. “Did it make you feel better, at least?”
Velvette nodded thoughtfully. “D’you what? It did.” She raised her hand, thumb and middle finger pressed together. “I think I’m ready to get out of my post-breakup mourning.”
“What? So soon?” Vox asked and Velvette quirked an eyebrow before snapping her fingers. With a sparkle of purple, her dark clothing was replaced with a pink, purple, and black outfit that was much more what Husk had expected to see her wearing in the first place. She sighed and fished her phone back out of her pocket.
“Oh, look, I’m already trending.”
“Can you hand me my pants?” Vox asked, reaching out a hand for his trousers. Velvette snapped her fingers without looking up and Husk yelped at the very curious sensation of Vox’s pants magically reappearing on his body. Vox sighed loudly, pointedly, before sliding off Husk’s lap and into the seat beside him.
The car suddenly lurched forward, and Husk set about straightening himself up as they finally began to make progress towards their concert. The moment he was done, Vox’s hand slipped into his, lacing their fingers together. Husk chuckled and gave him a squeeze. All was quiet for a few minutes until Husk heard a soft scratching noise.
“That was very good,” a small, high-pitched voice said, and Husk’s eyes widened as he looked around frantically. No, no, no…
The cupboard door where Husk stored the liquor swung open slowly. So fucking slowly, it shouldn’t have even been allowed. How was it fucking possible? He had just been in there to pour them all drinks! There was no way he fucked missed her.
A single, wide eye stared back at him; the smile gleaming underneath truly unhinged. At his side, Vox groaned and drew his legs up to his chest, waving his free hand dismissively as Niffty crept out, a tiny notebook clutched in her hands.
“Niffty, you’re supposed to fucking warn people if you want to watch them fuck,” Vox said in a tired voice that suggested that this was far from the first time he’d had this conversation with her. Velvette’s lip curled a little before she returned her attention to her phone.
Niffty was practically vibrating from excitement. “Okay, I know, but you never let me watch with Husk and I’ve been having really bad writer’s block lately.”
Husk bristled. “I beg your finest pardon?”
“I needed inspiration for my erotic fiction,” she explained. Husk whipped his head to the side to stare at Vox. The television demon sighed and gave the Overlord’s hand a comforting squeeze.
“She’s actually really good,” he conceded. He inclined his head towards Niffty while she beamed back up at him like he was just the best thing she had ever seen. “Like best seller kind of good.”
“Thank you,” Niffty breathed. Her tiny pupil flicked back and forth from Husk to Vox and back again. Husk’s fur fluffed up indignantly. “My last story only made it to number two, though. But, watching you bad boys together… with a bad girl, no less… I think my next story is going to make it to number one.”
Husk leaned back in his seat, mouth setting in an uneasy line. Vox scooched in closer, and Husk settled his arm around the younger man’s shoulders. With a tilt of his boxy head, he gestured for Niffty to come closer. She scrambled up onto his lap, thrusting her notepad into his outstretched hand. After a few seconds, Vox hummed.
“You’re doing illustrations now, too?”
“Sometimes. I thought my readers would appreciate it.”
“These are shockingly accurate.” Vox narrowed his eyes and pointed at a very specific drawing in her notebook. Husk’s face grew hot. “How did you know what Husk was doing behind me?”
Husk covered his face with his hands as the car picked up speed and realized that the traffic jam must’ve resolved. Across from him, Velvette was typing into her phone with a steady stream of soft clicks while Vox and Niffty discussed her plans for her upcoming story in hushed tones. It was so surreally domestic in the dark of the car that Husk finally sighed and decided to just go along for the ride.