Angel had seen lots of commotion across the street from the bar he
frequented after his shows, construction, trucks, demons swearing and…. the
princess of Hell? The small thin girl was politely asking demons, who were
swearing and joking, and cat calling passers-by, for their cooperation. Angel
scoffed at this poor girl and went back to his drinks. Months passed by,
same thing different day, until finally, the place was up and running. The
princess took her time inspecting the outside of the building when she saw
the long-legged drag queen come up to her fresh from his recent
performance. She gave him a big grin and welcomed him inside the hotel.
That was a couple weeks ago. Now that the news story broke about the
hotel and Charlie’s big number on the screen, every one she met on the
street would laugh at her, and sneer. Angel did feel for this girl, her heart
was in the right place, but he couldn’t take back what he had done with
Cherry the previous afternoon.
Angel was now sitting on the couch eating his popsicle. It had been
about a month since Alastor had shown up at the hotel doors. The first time
he caught a glimpse of him he was infatuated. After that one comment to
this man in red he knew he wasn’t going to be easy to sink his claws into.
Only men with a will of steel could resist Angel Dust’s advances, but
Alastor…he was different he could tell. Angel needed this man in his bed,
yesterday.
Alastor was wandering about the hotel, making small arrangements to
the décor, with what Angel could only describe as “magic”. He focused his
gaze upon the weird tentacular appendages that Alastor could summon. It
definitely gave him ideas. His hot pants started to grow tighter than usual,
he was being turned on just by watching this strange red man. The red
demons hand movements so smooth, concise, and focused on the task they
were performing. Angel imagined what else those gorgeous hands were
capable of. His cock throbbed in his pants and his lower set of arms covered
himself with a pillow, and he chomped down on his icy treat. The stick
snapped and the rest of the dessert fell to the ground and broke Alastor’s
concentration.
Alastor turned his head, completely backwards, to look at Angel sitting
there with half a popsicle in his mouth. Angel’s eyes grew wide and his face blushed. Niffty came out of nowhere and cleaned up the mess on the floor
and zoomed off again. The deer demon cocked an eyebrow as he scanned
the other demon head to toe. Angel looked back and forth and adjusted his
pillow, he stood up and turned towards the hotels elevator and booked it.
He ran past the bar with a drunk Husk passed out on it and frantically
pushed the up button on the elevator until it had arrived. He saw Alastor
was still staring at him, he began to sweat as he hopped into the elevator and
smashed the door close button. The deer demon was slowly walking
towards him and he did not want to confront him in this state. Finally, the
door closed and he had escaped Alastor’s gaze.
Why was he so nervous? He’s a porn star, an actor, a performer. All
based around the subject of sex, but this one man…. got him so worked up.
Standing there in the silence of the elevator with his own thoughts about
this was not the kind of thing Angel felt as fun. Thankfully the doors opened
just then and standing there waiting was Charlie.
“oh! Hey Angel! How are you doing today?” she looked down at his
second set of hands, “Angel….is that a pillow from the couch in the lobby?”
“Uhhhh, oh, yeah! It is! My bad I didn’t realize I was holding it at all,” he
said flustered and scratching the back of his head.
“You know if you need another pillow I’d be happy to bring you
another one from the storage room, just let me take tha….” she reached for
the pillow in his hands, but he turned away and gripped it closer to himself.
“NO….no…. nah Charles it’s ok!” he grabbed Charlies hands with his
and pirouetted around her with the pillow in his arms. He had spun her so
hard her hair flew around her face and she braced herself against the wall
next to the elevator.
“I like this one! The patterns,” looking down at it in disgust, seems to
be the same pattern from the carpet from the Overlook Hotel, he stayed
there once or twice turning a trick or two. He wouldn’t recommend it. “the
patterns…. I like this one….” He winced.
Charlie shrugged her shoulders and carried on into the elevator. She
waved at Angel and he did the same, with a nervous smile on his face, sweat
rolled down his forehead. As soon as the doors closed, he darted to his
room, opened the door and slammed it shut. Head against the door, he
thrust the pillow in the corner of his room and put his hand on his crotch.
His cock ached to be free and he was happy to oblige.He slipped his fingers in his pants and pushed them down off his
slender hips. His cock sprang free from their confinement, finally able to
breath. Taking it in hand, he hissed, it felt so good to get the right kind of
pressure on the poor thing. He stroked it softly and started to shed his
clothes as he did so. Boots first, then he stepped out of his pants and started
to head over to his bed. He untied his bowtie, then shrugged off his suit
coat. Everything fell to the floor with a soft “fwush” . The carpet was
surprisingly plush in the hotel. He sat on the bed and laid back, his head
silently hitting the pillows, his hair spread out across them. His hands were
still on this cock, pre-cum leaking out of the tip, he stroked his thumb
across it and spread the liquid across the head of his member. He smiled at
the fantastic feeling, pretending it was a certain deer demon he had a recent
encounter with in the lobby.
“Oh….” moaning into his hand quietly “Alastor….” he bit down on his
thumb lightly.
“Hmmmm, yes?” a low voice said coming from a corner of Angels
room. Angel sat straight up and yelped at the sound of the voice, his hands
flying off his cock, almost ripping it off at the same time. Figuratively of
course.
“What the fuck?!” he exclaimed.

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