Husk

Working at a bar was fine

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Working at a bar for the hotel on the other hand, was hell. The constant chatter and activities he was forced to participate in, Alastor, residents. It was tiring.

Especially forced to stay up late with residents coming and going to the bar. Nobody was staying, only grabbing a drink, and walking off to lounge. Leaving Husk alone most the time.

You noticed this, Husk wasn't making his usual remarks to your advances, just giving a small hum or nodding his head. It made the conversation quite boring, to be far. His usual charm wasn't pushing you.

You offered everything, from taking over or closing the bar. But he refused, not letting you do anything to help him. Not even drinking anything was making him less tired.

You swore you offered everything.

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His claws dug into your hair, scratching your scalp as he held you in place. Soft grunts escaped his lips as he tried his best to remain quiet, not wanting to grow suspicious to anyone.

Your mouth felt like heaven, definitely keeping him awake to do his job. Yes, people still ordered and you'd stop, leaving a twisted feeling in stomach every second your mouth didn't move. But he still had a job to do.

He was lucky enough the bar was tall enough to hide you from view, the only problem was you not being quiet enough.

"Quieter, ain't want nobody catching us, hm?" He muttered, his thumb brushing against your scalp. He met your gaze, a small and quiet grunt escaping his lips. "Keep workin', yeah?"