Angel Covers Up
Angel Covers Up
Angel lets out a long and hard sigh. Husk ignores him. Angel lets out an even longer sigh, as he sprawls out over the bar. He accidentally knocks over a glass that smashes on the floor. “Ah shit. Oops, sorry Husk-y” Angel says. Beginning with sincere regret but ending the sentence with a coy little smile as he looks over at the aggravated Husk. Within the blink of an eye, Nifty appears and cleans the shards of glass. “Hehehe. New sharp things!” she says. Then vanishes just as fast, leaving only the sound of her deranged little giggle as she goes. “She is a weird little thing huh?” Angel says. Husk only grunts in response.
Angel is bored out of his mind. He doesn’t have much to do during his free days away from work. Especially now that he is trying to stay clean. But alcohol is still absolutely on the table. He asks for a shot from Husker and he quickly slides one Angel's way. He slams it fast and hard, enjoying the brief rush it gives him. It slides down his throat and into a small compartment within his body. Sensors within his stomach detect the percentage of the drink. Then it sends a signal to his central processing system to activate a digital equivalent to the biological feeling of being drunk on a twenty minute timer. This is how his robotic body absorbs the alcohol from what he drinks. No one but Angel himself knows the truth about his non organic body. Angel goes to great lengths to keep it that way. He knows that Charlie would still “accept him for who he is” but that sounds like more of a bother than a good thing. He can’t deal with that. And more so, he likes having his secret. There is something so exciting about hiding this aspect from everyone around him. His mechanical body gracefully waltzes around each and every day, no one knowing about it. He finds the idea of holding on to one secret, one thing that is his, exciting.
Charlie, Vaggie and Alastor burst through the main door. They are all quite lively, chatting about new ideas for the hotel. Alastor has a bit more of a cruel suggestion, Vaggie yells at him about it. Charlie tries to calm her down while politely explaining why torturing guests into being good won’t actually redeem them. The usual scenario. After a moment Charlie notices Angel and rushes over to him. “HAIIII ANGEL” She yells as she charges forward, then firmly grabs him. She gives him one of the tightest hugs he has ever received. She is scary strong, especially when she isn’t trying to be. “H-hi toots! What's got you in such a… crushing my ribs mood today?” Angel wheezes out as she hugs him. She promptly lets him go with an apologetic smile. “Ahh sorry! Well I am just in a great mood because your detox is going so well! No drugs in over a week!” She cheers loudly. None of the other staff join her. Angel rubs his back a little, still feeling it in his joints. He has a network of wires throughout his body that act similarly to nerves. So he still feels each and every creak within his body. Though it seems that squeeze was even a bit stronger than what he could handle. He views the world through a HUD that gives him additional information. A pop-up appears, warning him of a severe issue. ‘ERORR: DAMAGE TO COOLING FAN. FIX IMMEDIATELY” It reads in big bold text. “Ah shit.” Angel says to himself, knowing it needs to be dealt with quickly or he will have much bigger problems later down the line. “Huh? What’s wrong Angel?” Charlie says, confused. Angel didn’t mean to express his feelings like that out loud. “O-oh uh nothing toots! Don’t worry about it. I am going to head to my room and relax for a bit, ok?” He says as he begins to rush off. “Um. Alright?” Charlie replies as she watches him hurry up the stairs to his room. “That was weird.” She says to the room. “Eh, there’s always something up with that one.” Husk lazily replies, downing another one of his self made drinks.
Angel shuts the door behind him. He reaches under his bed and draws out a large box, closed with a bizarre looking lock. He is able to get it open by putting his finger to it. A small compartment opens at the very tip of his pink glove. A small metallic piece slides out and enters the lock, freeing it open with ease. He peers into the box, which is absolutely chock full of robotic pieces, tools and replacement parts. He grabs some fan bits and a welding tool like contraption. Then swiftly locks the box and slides it back under his bed. He is a little stressed, since unfortunately there are no locks on the doors in this hotel. And he does need to get this fixed ASAP. Without proper cooling, his system's capabilities will be gradually eroded from heat damage. He jumps onto the bed and faces away from the door. He blushes a little as he slowly strips out of his jacket. The many times he gets out of clothing, it always has to do with something sexy, and he reflects on how this doesn’t feel too different either. Once he is half naked, he admires his form, and his pleasant chest fluff. He slides his hand along his chest down to his stomach, always pleased with his feminine curves.
But now he needs to open that lovely body of his up. All he needs to do is flag a specific script in his system and there it is. His stomach and chest split along a square shape. Unveiling the mechanical truth within him. The panel moves out about two or three centimetres. It is kept suspended in the air, pushed up by four metallic prongs on each corner. Now Angel can simply grab the chest piece and gently place it to the side. He sits at the head of his bed. His back is propped up by a pillow against the bed frame. And he looks within himself. He sees the cold blue of the steel, the green of the motherboards. The multicoloured dense wiring. And the occasional flashes and LED’s that light up the different mechanical pieces. Each light is a proud sign of the parts functioning status. But one light is notably dim. The cooling fan is completely dead. There doesn’t seem to be much visual damage to it. But the wires connecting to it are still normally distributing power, and the system is having no coding issues. So the hardware is likely just dead. A broken chip inside of it or something. Angel carefully tugs on one of the wires and pulls it out. His whole body shivers from the sensation. His body is designed to mimic the sensory experience of a human. But the one place where that design doesn’t work as intended is when he is touching his internal mechanics. The sensory data is overwhelming and always leaves him panting and breathless. He has come to slowly love this feeling. He is so desensitised to sex that it feels as much of a chore as a way to bring himself pleasure. But this… This is still fresh and new. He feels his body already send out signals down his body to between his legs. He just can’t stop himself from reacting to it.
He tugs on another wire, a little bigger than the first. He almost lets out a little whimper as he does so, but tries to hold himself back. He doesn’t have that much privacy in the hotel. Which both means he needs to be quiet… but also means his excitement is just that much stronger. Angel is a kinky man, so stifling his moans plays into a lot of his interests. He can feel his dick begin to throb already, standing tall in no time flat. It is remarkable how convincing his dick manages to act biologically. But considering his profession, it is probably the most important thing to get right. He runs his finger along the third and final cable. Struggling to prevent his body from twitching and squirming as he does so. Each gentle brush against these sensitive components are enough to rival any self pleasure he is capable of. Small LED’s in his cheeks begin to glow, simulating a flushed expression. His non-organic body is absolutely covered with these little mechanical tricks to create the illusion of biology. And now he is blushing, his breathing rate is artificially increased to match his pace of excitement, and his dick is twitching…
He pulls out the last wire and lets out a sincere moan. And just before he can compose himself there is a knock on the door. “Angel?” Charlie asks behind it, before grasping the handle and letting herself in. Within the split second Angel has to hide the situation, he tucks the replacement fan and chest panel under his sheet with two of his arms and with the others pulls part of the sheet over his chest. His face is still pink with embarrassment, and now that he is being walked in on that problem is not going away.
“H-HEY Charlieee” Angel starts, not sure how to defend himself. In this position. “You sure barge into a room quickly huh?” He says still lushing. Chuckling as he does so to impart a jovial tone. “Umm… A-am I interrupting anything…? Charlie says as she quickly closes her eyes and covers them with her hand. Carefully peering through one of the fingers before seeing that nothing visibly lewd is on display. “N-no no!” Angel says, but quickly realises that with his personality a sincere denial sounds way more suspicious than something sexual. “I-I mean. You know what I am like, I have some fun here by myself. But I wasn't just then. U-um what’s up?” He says, still stumbling over his words. “W-well just wanted to check in on you cuz you kinda ran away when we got back… And by the way maybe try to keep that stuff outside of the hotel? I don’t want too much sinful stuff going on in here” She says gently. She is usually so innocent that she ends up assuming the worst. “God If that's what you want... I just ran up here because I was tired! No other reason.” He says, doing a terrible job of being convincing. He is lucky that Charlie is so unbelievably naive that this defence actually works on her. Each time he talks or moves, the sheet ever so slightly brushes against the inside of his body. It isn’t as overwhelming as pulling out the wires, but his body is just so sensitive from before that it's hard to keep a straight face. His body twitches, he suppresses every little noise he wants to make. He never wants to be rude to Charlie but sometimes he finds it hard to hold that aspect of himself back. Especially when everything is just so tense. “Alright then! Um… just…” Charlie stutters for a second. “Yeah try not to do anything bad!” She repeats. “I GET IT now can you please go?!” Angel dust yells as another brush with the sheet spams signals to his central processor. Charlie nods then closes the door behind her. Angel feels a little shitty. He didn’t mean to yell at her. He just needed a little privacy. Hopefully she doesn’t take it too seriously. He listens closely to hear her footsteps leave the hallway before he unveils the cavity in his chest once more. He lets out a shaky sigh. Something his boy does not need to do, nor would the sound of it waver due to emotional distress like it just did. But his body is perfectly built to mimic a human even with their flaws to be convincing. And Angel has no control over it.
Now all of the wires are disconnected from the fan, he simply needs to unscrew it and take out the malfunctioning piece. He brings his hand up to it and once more his pink glove’s fingertip recedes and out comes a different piece. A small mechanical screwdriver. He tries to slot it into the grooves of the first screw. While he feels no sensation from completely separate pieces from his like screws, the vibrations are another story. Each minute little impact that is made when trying to get it into the right place, Angel feels it reverberated all through the rest of his body. All of the considerably more sensitive parts resonate with the frequency and it is absolutely mind melting. A small bead of pre-cum leaks out of the very tip of his cock. With his seconds set of arms, he uses one hand to gently wipe the cum clean from his cock. Now it shines slightly on his pink glove, which Angel brings up to his mouth to taste. His body produces artificial fluids for things like this, and he always marvels at just how exactly they nailed the flavour. Reminds him of every time he has been on the receiving end of some sexual delight. Just a bitch in heat for countless men, women and everything in between. Even the thought of it is enough to keep him going, let alone the undeniable pleasure he feels as the drill tip rotates and removes the first of four screws. His now clean glove from his bottom set of arms moves back down again, almost unconsciously. Angel absolutely can’t resist touching himself in a moment like this. As one hand begins the first rotation of the second screw, his other hand reaches down and firmly grasps his needy dick. He is using a third hand to keep himself upright, leaning on part of the bed. And his final hand is aiding the first as it picks up the fallen screws and holds them for later. But just as he grips his cock his body shivers ever so slightly, causing him to lose his stability and miss the screw as it falls out.
He curses, but doesn’t let go of himself. Rather he already begins to slowly stroke his cock up and down. Feeling the realistic warmth and lubrication his pre-cum provides. There is no luxury like having two hands to do things with, and another set to keep pleasuring himself while he does so. And that applies as he looks for the screw in the folds of the bedsheet. Angel gets on all fours as he feels around for anything that doesn’t feel like the soft pillow fabric. It takes him a little while but eventually he happens on the screw. But by this point he notices that as he continues to jerk off, he is dripping pre-cum onto the sheets. He knew that his body always produced a lot of these kinds of fluids. With the artificial material his body is made out of, it requires more natural lubrication than other people so it is basically a necessity. And it works perfectly on camera, people like seeing bottoms leak as they get pounded by some big stud. But he does forget how much of a mess it makes. When he is at work, it's not like he has to see that bed ever again. Looks like he will be washing his sheets once he is done. He carefully grasps the screw in his hand holding the other one he just acquired and continues his work. His hand between his legs not slowing down for even a moment. He notices that the fan already feels a little loose with two of the screws gone, so he should be careful not to move around too much. As he continues to muddle with his mechanical body and his hand squeezes his dick tighter it is becoming incredibly hard to focus on anything. His mind feels a little hazy, like it's being filled with the fog of pleasure. His hands are slightly more shaky than usual, his steadiness usually being something his system executes on perfectly. But there is just something unique about the pleasure of his robotic body. The pleasure of the signals running along wires throughout his body, the tingling sensation of the small electrical currents running all the way through him. It is not the pleasure he is largely desensitised to. But it's this raw feeling that gets him straight to the core. He feels himself almost getting close to climaxing so takes his hands off of himself. He can’t finish this early into the repair. So he just takes a second to calm down. If he rushes it he does risk doing a bad job. And as pleasurable as the whole experience is, the point is still to perform repairs. He feels relaxed again. Steady. There are still the pangs of excitement coming from his erect cock but Angel can handle them. He returns his drillbit fingertip and continues to get the last two screws out. The fan is only held in place by gravity now but begins to slide out. Angel quickly catches it before it completely falls. Now that he can more clearly examine it, it's clear the issue is that the small compartment which holds the fan's mechanics is ever so slightly squished. The now concave plastic has probably broken the motherboard or whatever mechanism that kept it running. He just puts it under his bed for now, he will dispose of it later. He looks at the empty slot within his own body.
He slowly runs his gloved finger along the connectors. The end of the unplugged wires. It is far too exciting for him. He feels himself returning to that state of excitement he was trying to calm down from already. Just staring at his parts. The contrast between his white and pink fur and the cold metallic steel of his insides. He picks up the replacement fan and fits it into the empty space built for it. It rests comfortably within him. He can’t help but think about the obvious comparison as it slides in. Comparison to his day life. Feeling his hole filled by something so purposely shaped for it. The lust that rushes over his mind every time he gets a strong glance of himself like this. Anytime he can embrace his robotic side, tinker with his mechanics, even just touching his still innards… It simply floods his mind with all sorts of digital endorphins. His system should allow him greater objectivity, even a significantly higher intelligence. But what ends up happening is that due to its non biological limitations, all of those hormonal signals can be dialled up and layered on top of each other more than any person could experience. His mind simulated by his central processing unit is quite susceptible to how potent all of these signals are. Which is what in part led him down his life of sex and drugs. But nothing will ever truly compare to his robotic pleasure.
He gently tugs on the wires to get a little slack. Making sure not to damage them, never letting them be taught. He slides one in, shivers running down his back. And then he feels the last little bit of the connection slot in with a click and he whimpers as pleasure floods his body. He feels his dick beg for attention, and simply can’t help himself but go back to gently stroking once more. Two cables left, he gingerly picks up the next one and slowly slides it in. The feeling is a satisfaction like no other. Without any effort it dwarfs even his favourite experiences in bed with someone else. As he touches himself it's hard to keep his voice concealed even before he slots it in, little gasps and moans accompanying every shift in pressure as he lines the cable up to the input. He presses the end of the cable against it, just barely missing by a sliver of a millimetre. Then sliding it down until it glides in through the whole and ending with that perfect little click. Angel clutches himself with his two free arms as it clicks in, one hand still on the cable and the other stroking himself even more vigorously than before. And just as it feels like reality is melting away, and he lives in a world of self pleasure, he hears the distinct sound of angry footsteps approaching his door. Much like before he quickly thrusts the sheet over his body, but the motion is too fast. The fan slings out, not secured by any screws and dangles downwards, only held on by the cables. Being so sensitive, the pressure of gravity pulling the fan down is enough to almost wind him, his cock basically screaming at him to continue.
The footsteps continue to approach, and after pausing for a moment his door swings open with an angry rage. “ANGEL!” Vaggie yells as she walks in. She doesn’t bat an eye at Angel’s compromised position. She knows what to expect from him. Though she assumes he is trying to play some off putting sexual joke, rather than be genuinely startled. “What did you say to Charlie you Cabrón!” She yells, her spear in hand. “Hey, Hey, Hey!” Angel quickly protests, unsure of the situation. And struggling to speak clearly or think any coherent thoughts with the nagging and demanding sensations from his dangling fan just barely concealed by the sheet. “W-what's… Phew… What's going on Vaggie? I didn’t say anything!” He yells, after taking a moment to collect himself. He honestly can’t even remember much of the actual conversation he had with Charlie. His mind has been stretched so thin with all of the sexual excitement and tension. Not to mention the stress of being closer to accidentally revealing his secret than he has ever been before. So much is rushing through his thoroughly sexually distracted mind it is hard to recall specific sentences. But he doesn’t think he said anything too bad.
“Charlie came down from your room after going out of her way to check on you! And she was quiet and a little upset!” Vaggie yells, bringing her spear closer to Angel. “Jeez!!! Did you not think to ask her?” Angel says back, trying to defuse the situation as best he can. And currently his best is quite poor. “W-well no! But She didn’t want to talk clearly. So I came here straight to the horse's mouth!” She says. Angel has taken enough time to make a single actual thought through the fog of everything in his mind. “Alright, alright. Put your spear down please! I don’t remember saying anything rude… But… I can go ask her if I said anything that I am missing, and I will apologise… Just give me a little bit here ok?” Angel says. He does actually feel bad about potentially upsetting Charlie. Charlie has been great to him despite her personality quirks. So he will actually go do that, not just use it as an excuse to escape this argument. “Oh. Well yeah, if you could that would be good. I didn’t expect that kind of answer.” Vaggie says, casually slinging her spear behind her head, resting it on the back of her neck and hanging one arm off of it. “I think this place has changed you Angel. Whether you know that or not.” She says as she wanders out. But before she closes the door she turns to say something. “And if you haven’t talked to her by the end of today I will be back” She says with a lethal sincerity. Then shuts the door closed. Angel desperately holds his breath as he listens to her footsteps slowly lower in volume as they disappear into the distance.
Once confidently safe, he lets all of that stress out in a loud exasperated noise. He throws the sheet away from him and quickly grabs the dangling fan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, f-fuckk” Angel exclaims as he finally experiences relief from the pressure of the fan. Slowly pulling on the cords attached during the entire conversation. Enough to drive him crazy. That was pleasure that went so far it became hard to distinguish from pain. Overstimulation with no end. He holds the fan and inspects it before sliding it back into place. THe cords give it about twenty centimetres of slack. “Ahhh crap… Just as I thought” Angel mutters to himself. The head of the wire that is plugged into the fan is damaged. Luckily the damage is only one one of the two plugged in cables. Seems like it was carrying most of the weight as it hung. Angel carefully pulls the damaged cable out of port and sees the physical deformation. The pleasureable signals from the cable are not coming through clearly. Giving him an odd sensation that Angel doesn’t particularly mind. He then pulls out the other cable too. It is enough for his mind to go blank for a short instant. But he regains his composure and returns to the task at hand. He examines the port on the fan for any damage and is relieved to find it completely fine. He sets it to the side and resumes his gaze back on the cable. The end is ever so slightly bent and the plastic outer casing is torn. Unlike the fan, Angel does not have spare parts for this specific cable, so his only choice is to fix it.
He brings the end of the wire as close as he can to his face. He removes the plastic casing near the tip of the cable that holds the now misshapen metal connection. The casing comes apart and allows him to look into the wire. HIs body continues to pang with desperate excitement. Each light and ginger touch building more and more. And with the constant interruptions it is borderline impossible to ignore it. The slow and agonising edge he has been experiencing is sending his mind into hysterics. Hardly able to focus on the wire right before his eyes. But as his hand creeps back to its rightful place, warped around Angel's convincingly artificial dick, he tries to remain focused and calm. He sees that none of the actual metallic wire within the rubber casing is damaged either. That will make the repairs significantly easier. The interweaved cables all lead to a small green chip that then is attached to the metal connection that is to be plugged into the respective input. Due to the damage taken, it is already half removed from the chip so taking it off completely doesn’t risk the rest of the cable. Angel tugs at the end, watching carefully to make sure he doesn’t accidentally rip or tear any part of it. But the action is seamless and soon it releases painlessly. The sensation is another unorthodox one. The removal of a piece sends a whole mess of signals, as it is not really supposed to happen. But just like anything that is going on with his mechanics it is still deeply arousing. And even without any of the physiological aspects of his excitement, the idea is enough to get him going. Just seeing this cable that is part of him, messing around with his insides and feeling each satisfying click and tight screw. It all grants him an intense euphoria that can only be let out through sexual gratification. So his hand grips tighter and moves faster. It is inevitable with Angel.
While he doesn’t have a replacement for the entire wire, he does have some miscellaneous parts for different cable heads. He didn’t even buy them specifically for a situation like this. But when purchasing any of these higher end technological items they usually throw in a ton of spare parts just in case. Angel never found them to be anything more than junk he has to deal with but he is glad he kept them all. He jumps out of his covers, and begins looking in his box underneath his bed. His body has quite the natural seductive arc from all his work in the porn industry. At this point it is far more comfortable for him to sit, kneel, stand or perform any kind of pose in the most explicit and seductive manner possible. It barely even registers to him. But as he is rummaging around through the box, his entire top half buried underneath the bed something odd happens. A poof of magic appears and he is fully clothed. Angel is started and bumps his head against the bed atop of him, before pulling himself out and looking at his door. There stands Alastor, with his ever present terrifying grin. “Sorry for the sudden make-over Angel, but you didn’t give me much of a choice.” Alastor says, still managing to convey his disgust despite his smile never waning. Angel is confused for a moment, not sure what he could be talking about. And still a little shocked to find Alastor seeking him out at all. That is until he realises that if the radio demon had just walked in, he would have met with the sight of Angle bent over underneath his bed. His rounded ass proudly held high, and his invitingly tight asshole would be the first thing Alstor saw. Angel is not one for embarrassment, especially considering sexual situations. But that certainly wasn’t intentional. Makes sense why Alastor did so. “A-ah yeah. Well that's what happens when you barge into people’s rooms!” Angel says with a pout. “One could say it is you who is barging into my hotel my effeminate fellow~” Alastory responds. He continues without giving Angel a moment to butt in. “You see, I have come to speak with you for a simple reason. Your behaviour as of late has suggested some sort of secret you have been hiding from us. And as manager of this fine hotel, I am concerned about the very, very few clientele that we have.” He explains. Angel is beginning to get a little nervous. He wasn’t sure if Alastor had any idea about his secret but if anyone would know, it would be him. Luckily Alastor did the covering up, placing him in these clothes. They are a little tight around the groin, and as the conversation continues Angel’s rock hard cock keeps rubbing and grinding against the tight fabric.
“Now I don’t mind what sort of… debauchery you get into in your own time. But if it is something that could jeopardise this hotel then we have a problem.” Alastor tells him. This points Angel in a tough spot as he continues to writhe against the outfit provided. Each tiny motion just stimulating him more and more. And with how pent up he has been all day, never getting to completion it is all the more intense. He knows that being a robot really doesn’t negatively affect the hotel. His soul is just the same as any other, so it is fine. Which means he could reassure alastor right now and clear the whole thing up. Or… Angel can just lie about it, since it won’t ever actually be a problem for the hotel. Angel is much more partial to the second option. “I-I don’t know what you are talking about! I mean… You already know all the shady shit I get up to” He says, trying to feign a smile. Alastor ever so slightly squints. His face gives so little away about his true thoughts or feelings. There is a beat of silence as he thinks it over. All the while Angel is absolutely desperate to tear everything off and bring himself to completion. They make eye contact for a nail biting few seconds. “Alright!” Alastor says, his grin extending from ear to ear. “Glad I could put these worries to rest. We wouldn’t want anything bad happening. And I know you would NEVER lie to me. Right Angel~?” He asks, quickly receiving a shaky nod from the man still on the floor. And with the sound of static Alastor vanishes into the shadows of the hallway, leaving the door open on his way out. Angel hurriedly shuts the door and strips out of his clothes. He can’t do this anymore, he can’t keep waiting and edging and losing his mind. Back under the bed he pulls out a similar part and now needs to graft it back onto the wire. He does so using his multi-tool finger which meticulously applies the wires into the new bit and quickly UV-dries the glue needed to keep it in place. The cable is finally repaired and the new fan can finally be put into place. He plugs the first cable in for one final time. His mind is no longer even capable of censoring himself and staying quiet. Moans escape from his body at even a slight touch. His hand moves furiously, gliding up and down the artificial material that makes up his cock. He plugs in the newly fixed second wire that fits like a glove. “A-ah, fuck~” Angel whimpers, his hand struggling to grab hold of the third wire. Shaking from the immeasurable pleasure flooding through his entire body. Each wire carries the signal everywhere it can go. Finally the third one slots in, and it is enough t o bring him right to the edge, but just barely is unable to go over it. Leaving him drooling, panting, desperate and needy. His finger reassembles into a screw and he grabs the screws he had set aside to finally fit the fan into place. The frame grips onto it tight, his sensitive body struggling to withstand even that. The first screw goes in smoothly. Then the second. Screws don’t have a final click like plugging something in does. So instead of giving him that climax he so desperately needs. So instead it is just more merciless edging for him to withstand. He drops the third screw before he can put it in its place. He quickly recovers it again but each second he spends before finally being able to climax is simply torture to him. He looks down at his chest and watches the third screw drill inside of him. Then finally the last one is in as well. The only thing left for Angel to do is power it on. He briefly pauses. Staring at it for a moment. Desperate for it, but so expert at sexual gratification that he knows it will feel better if he readies his mind first. Then he jerks himself off as fast as he can and flips the small switch on the fan to allow it power. The new energy surges within the device and Angel can no longer contain it. Ropes of artificially created sperm flies out of the head of his cock, as he lets out his loudest moan yet. His body is shivering, the pleasure escaping to each fingertip and toe. The orgasm lasts what feels like an eternity. Proud streams of cum quickly reduce to a pathetic dribble. Coating the head of his cock and sliding down the length of his shaft. He collapses into his bed, panting and exhausted. He lets himself rest for a solid few minutes. That was the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced.
Once the fog of excitement leaves his head, he quickly darts up again once more. He quickly checks his interior and finds a few droplets of cum and gotten in himself. He grabs a paper towel and quickly wipes them off, glad they didn’t break his body further. With a sigh of relief, and a body thoroughly satisfied… Angel puts his clothes back on, washes his hands and heads back down the lobby to go find Charlie.