Angel's whole body shuttered as the soundwaves travel up his vertebrae, causing his back to ark and a breathless sigh left his lungs. The spider didn't know what Alastor's endgame was but it felt like a thousand little hands were caressing his shape with each little pulse of sound. Maybe it had been due to the lack of touch the porn star has had over his hotel arrest, but every little twist and curl the waves made tickled him with pleasure. Angel choked back a soft moan with a bite of his lip as one of the slithering sound waves snaked its way around his waist to coil about his ankles.

What the fuck Al? You could have done this the whole time? Kinky little shit. Fuck it, he didn't care what the deer was doing anymore. Angel just surrendered to the pleasant feeling that wrapped around his body and his arms lowered to tug at the hem of his short skirt. The starlet could sense the strength in his knees starting to give way and he collapsed into Alastor's shadow. The sudden chill forced another quivering whine out of him.

"Fuck... Al~"