(not a poem, but fuck it who cares. cw for mature/suggestive themes and language)

He’s so damn close to them, so close it almost hurts not to be touching him. Their head feels fuzzy, and they can’t tell if it’s the three drinks they’ve already had or his simple presence that’s making them this way.

“I know you want me, doll,” he whispers, and reaches out to trace the line of their jaw. They shudder, closing their eyes against the onslaught of the lustful look he’s giving them. His finger trails down their neck and to their collarbone, outlining the skin visible to him.

“Angel, we- I- we can’t do this,” Ray manages to force out from between gritted teeth. “Please don’t do this.”

“One good reason and I won’t,” Angel murmurs, leaning closer to press a soft kiss against their neck that has them clenching their fists and swallowing back a broken moan. “Just one good reason.”

“I… Angel…” His name leaves their lips like a curse and a prayer all at once, and he smirks against their neck, kissing the soft skin at the juncture between their jaw and neck. Against their own will, they reach up and tangle their hand in his soft, soft hair, pulling him closer.

He chuckles, biting down softly and drawing a strangled groan from deep in their chest. “That wasn’t a reason, Ray.”

“Fuck- you,” they pant, too overwhelmed to form a proper response. Angel smiles.

“I know you want to, but I gotta hear you say it, baby. I’m a gentleman, I don’t fuck without consent.” He draws away, and they whimper at the loss of contact.

Taking their chin in one gentle hand, he raises their face to be level with his. They open their eyes, and he tries to memorize the expression on their face: flushed cheeks, lips parted, eyes hooded and pupils dilated.

“Angel, I want you,” they say hoarsely, swallowing hard to clear away the rasp in their voice.

“Want me to what?” He can’t help but smile when they glare at him, but he wants to hear them say it.

And say it they do, murmuring “Fuck me” right before they crush their lips against his in a kiss that sucks all of the air out of his lungs and leaves him just as dizzy and breathless as they are.

He willingly obliges.

(hee hee hoo hoo i had far too much fun writing this. ALSO I HAVE THE BEST FRIENDS EVER ONE OF THEM SENT ME HIS HAZBIN HOTEL COLLECTION AND I’M GONNA WATCH IT LATER I’M SO EXCITED. anyway hope you enjoyed :> adios)