Angels room, a stormy morning

Charlie had sent Husk to go wake up the still asleep hotel patrons, for an expatriate early trust and friendship exercise. Husk had saved Angels room for last, as was dreading it the most… but here he was… standing outside of Angels room… all alone…

Husk begrudgingly raised a fist to the door, knocking loudly on it, and waited patiently for a response, though he didn’t get one, so he decided to slowly open the door, hesitantly peeking inside, where he was Angel laying there on his bed, on his stomach, with a pleasuring bump of blanket under his legs, a clump of blanket in his right fist, and he was biting his lip… but obviously asleep… just having an ‘interesting’ dream… Husk decided he had to wake Angel up, reluctantly and hesitantly walking over to Angel, and as he got closer, he heard soft moans and mutters, some of them including his name of aspects of him, like ‘claws’, ‘teeth’, or ‘ears’, the more he had to hear, the more details he got of Angels wet dream, quickly realizing it was about Husk, which didn’t please him to know… he went over to Angel, who kept rubbing against his blanket, as Husk aggressively shook Angels shoulder to no avail, he tried talking and yelling at Angel to no avail… he decided he had one choice left, he quickly swooped up Angels icy glass of water on his nightstand, and poured a little bit on the sweaty, moaning, panting spider demon, finally waking him up

(TLDR: Husk went up to Angels room, walking in on Angel in a wet dream about Husk, Angel was laying on his stomach, a clump of blanket between his legs, clenching blanket on his top right fist, and biting his lip as he rubbed against the blanket and moaned out things about Husk/Husks name. Husk tried waking Angel up in different ways, and eventually poured a little bit of icu water on Angel)

Angel woke up, sweating and panting heavily, quickly feeling the tent in his pants, and flashbacks of the dream, before feeling the icy water on his head, and a looming pretense behind him