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[papichulo]

[ fortunately for angel, he says the right thing - or maybe valentino just isn't the in the mood to rip into him anymore, but either way, he seems satisfied by angel's response. his narrowed gaze softens, and he smiles, vaguely fond and small, just enough to tease a flash of the gold in his mouth. ]

You are, [ he murmurs, his eyes finally shifting and breaking the connection with angel's so he can watch his mouth work around his thumb. he exhales a breathy sigh, teeth catching his own lower lip for a moment. he loves the feeling of angel's hands on his cock, but the temptation of his soft, hot mouth is hard to resist. his free hands find angel's hips and squeeze, and then slide down to splay over his thighs where they're spread over his lap. ] Never forget that.

[ angel was valentino's before, he's valentino's now, and he'll still be valentino's after, if he has anything to say about it.

slowly, valentino move his hands back up, and finally, he gives angel some attention, sliding a palm over his crotch. ]

[harderdaddy]

[The softer look still makes Angel's cheek flush, and he mentally berates himself. It always end the same. Always. How many decades is it going to take him to stop feeling that thrill when he sees that side of Val?

There's an easy nod as he hungrily pushes to take more of that digit, the reach far longer that his own.] Never. [He breathes the promise with hot breath against damp skin, his hips arching pleadingly into that touch.]

[shitzo]

[ as observant as blitzø can be, he doesn't quite manage to clock that angel seems to be struggling with something as he hands the pillow and blanket off to him. if anything, he takes his silence as just - the general sort of awkwardness that sometimes falls between them, never acknowledged and often brushed past so neither of them have to confront any feelings they may or may not have.

blitzø falls back a step, his body language only slightly awkward, and it's only then that he notices the tension in angel's smile. he tries to sound casual, but there is a very, very thin thread of mild concern tangled in the question. ] Are you - good?

[harderdaddy]

[Angel nods quickly and a bit too much.]

Yeah, no, I'm...I'm good, thanks for...this.

[His voice sounds wrong and huffs, scrubbing a knuckle over his brow and trying to shield the fucking flush that's come now.]

Sorry, I am, I'm good. I don't know what's wrong with me.

[papichulo]

[ as the pad of his thumb presses down at the back of angel's tongue, valentino imagines his cock there instead, pushing into the back of his throat where it's warm and tight and perfect like it always is. his hips roll upward into angel's hand, just a single lazy thrust through his fingers, his antennae stiffening slightly and then relaxing again.

never. angel will never not be his. he can play around in that shitty hotel as much as he wants, but valentino will never let him go anywhere he couldn't follow. and he sure as fuck isn't climbing his way up to heaven, wouldn't want to try even if he thought he could, because he has everything he could want down here anyway - so angel's not going anywhere.

practiced fingers creep past the waistband of angel's shorts, teasing against soft fur before he pushes one hand inside, fingertips brushing teasingly against his cock. he smirks at angel, then turns his head to the side to take a drag from the cigarette still burning in his fourth hand, holding the smoke in his mouth. carefully, he slides his thumb out of angel's mouth, swiping some of his spit across his bottom lip, and then he leans his face in close, stopping when their mouths are just an inch apart. with two fingers, he gently taps at angel's jaw, silently commanding him to part his lips, and when he does, valentino leans the rest of the way until there's barely a sliver of space left between them, and he exhales that mouthful of red smoke into angels, nice and slow as his hand teasing angel's cock finally closes around and strokes. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Angel doesn't gag, if he ever did it's been long trained out of him, but he make all the pretty noises he knows Val enjoys when his mouth is busy. He tries to adjust his grip, just tight enough to be a substitute for his throat, but lacking in the warmth and wetness.

He whines softly at that teasing touch and again when he looses the current subject of his oral fixation, but his lips part obediently.

His initial inhale stutters with a gasp as that hand closes round him, and he arches into the touch as he does his best to breathe it all in.

And there it is~

Angel smiles, pushing abruptly to capture those lips, and rutting up into Val's hand, wanting more. It's so much easier like this.]

Val, I need you-
Please~

[papichulo]

[ and there it is.

even as physically close as he is to angel, valentino can see the near-immediate shift in his expression even before he's finished breathing the smoke into his mouth. he can feel it in the way his posture changes, the way angel's body feels against him, the weight of him in is lap, and he thinks - it's so much easier when angel isn't fucking bitching at him. it's so much easier when he's amenable. he enjoys when angel's in a begging mood almost as much as he enjoys it when angel's being a fucking brat, sure, but it's always easier when angel just does what valentino fucking wants.

he smiles when angel does, like it's contagious, but his own is a little subtler, and when angel surges forward to kiss him, val's right there to meet him, teeth catching at his lower lip, tongue pushing into his mouth. he uses his free hands to tug angel's shorts down just a little, just an inch or two. just enough to tug his cock free, just enough so valentino's hand is less restricted and move more freely around him. he smiles against angel's teeth, laughs quietly, almost under his breath, as angel pleads for more. ]

You've got me, mi amorcito. [ he kisses angel again, briefly this time as his hands splay against angel's lower back, carefully pulling him in a little closer as if there's any room even left between them. close enough until their cocks are brushing, at which point he takes his hand off of angel's and holds it up by his mouth, palm toward him. he murmurs, ] Lick.

[harderdaddy]

[So much easier. Until it isn't. But that's a problem for later Angel, this Angel wants to enjoy his time. Everything feels nice when he's like this, even the things that should hurt take a lot to break through the lustful haze.

Val's contagious all on his own, but with his venom, Angel can't possibly resist.

He's good play thing, moaning into Val's mouth, and moving to help when those shorts are tugged lower.

There's a whine swallowed up by that kiss, knowing Valentino is purposefully misunderstanding his plea, but that pink tongue dutifully and thoroughly wets Val's palm, rocking and grinding his own cock against the moth's as much as he'll allow.]

Val- Daddy- please-~

[shitzo]

[ well. if he thought the first video was hot, this one's definitely getting saved for his future viewing pleasure, pun intended. hearing angel say his name like that is nearly enough to make his dick twitch with interest again, but even he doesn't have that good of a refractory period. even so, he does watch the video a few more times, though he finds himself lingering on angel's dazed smile more than any other part of the clip without realizing it. eventually, he swipes out of the video and back to their string of texts.

he should... probably get up and clean up, but he can waste a few minutes. ]

u look reel pritty when u cum
n u mak my name sound so fukcign good

[ ... ]

idk y ur thankig me i shud b thanking u lol

[harderdaddy]

u like this version better or the acting?
it feels fucking good to say :-P

we can be lame and thank each other, lol
that was intense~
ur real good at this <3

[Angel feels boneless and verging on sentimental, putting the toy aside to be cleaned along with himself when he has the energy to move.]

[papichulo]

[ valentino watches like a hawk as angel laps at his palm, his gaze sharp and bright and intense. the slide of their cocks as angel rolls his hips is enough to coax a quiet sound out of him, a quick note caught in the back of his throat and stifled by a rushed exhale. it's enough to draw his attention away from angel's pretty little mouth, eyes darting down to glance between them, to watch as angel grinds against him.

it's the sound of angel's voice that draws his attention back, begging, calling him fucking daddy the way that he likes. valentino looks back up, and as he draws his hand away from angel's mouth, he curls his fingers in slightly and ghosts his knuckles along the edge of angel's jaw, palm still glistening with his spit. he smiles, slow and almost charming, too familiar to the way he used to be with angel before things got - complicated. ]

Mmm. [ he hums, thoughtful, contemplative, like he's considering if angel deserves to get what he wants just yet. val runs his thumb over angel's top lip, touches the bottom gently, right in the center, then drops his hand. ] Since you beg so nicely~

[ long, slender fingers take angel's cock and his own in one hand, and though his hands are big, he can't quite form a complete fist around them. it's comfortable enough though, the circle of his fingers tight around the both of them, his palm warm and slick from angel's tongue as he starts to stroke with a lazy pace, his wrist twisting slowly with every upward tug. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Please, please, oh-, Angel's hips almost still for a moment at that glimpse of the old Val, his lips curling too easily, Valentino's to manipulate in every meaning of the word. Those eyes plead desperately as the moth considers, the rest of the world long gone, it's just the two of them.

There's a grateful sigh even before those fingers close around their cocks, and Angel's face presses against Val to whine prettily until he remembers himself. He forces himself back again so Val an see his face, arching into that perfect grip with a soft sigh that's only for Val. The real sounds are all for Val, unless they're rehearsing.]

Th-hhh- thank you, Daddy, th- fuck- feel so good.

[papichulo]

[ angel corrects himself so valentino doesn't have to - he does have a preference for being able to see angel's face, for the most part, whenever they're fooling around - so val pets one of his hands down angel's side with subtle, unspoken praise. good boy, painted under the skim of his fingers as they trace up the bend in his spine, his other hand twisting so the cup of his palm is more focused around angel rather than split between the both of them. valentino can be giving, just as easily as he can be selfish, if the mood strikes him.

he's not an easy man by any means, but angel's always been somewhat of a... special case, for valentino. it doesn't take much from him to get val worked up; those soft sounds and murmured expletives, the way angel's brows pinch, the way his eyes plead, it all goes straight to valentino's dick, makes his blood feel hot under his skin. valentino watches angel's face, catalogues every micro-expression, every hitch of his breath, his own teeth biting into the inside of his cheek. he wets his lower lip with a pink tongue, and flexes his hips just the slightest bit, pushing his cock through the circle of his hand so it slides counter to the downstroke of his fist, grinds against angel's. ]

... You're welcome. Nngh. You know I always take care of you, Angel baby.

[harderdaddy]

[Even unspoken, the praise seems to make Angel smile, and his primary hands thread through that soft fluff round Val's neck. He wants to burry his face in it, loves the feel of it on his cheeks when he's oversensitive like this, but he settles for his fingers. Shooting a scene after this is going to be hard, at least if he's supposed start out a brat and not the needy mess he feels now.

His breath shudders and the spider groans, glad to have no (or at least a smaller) audience. The driver might be able to hear, and Vox is almost always watching, but the car gives the illusion that it's just them.]

Always~ So good to me. So- hhh- so good. Please-

[Why couldn't they have this all the time? Because he left- his mind supplies. Why had he done that again?]

Val-

[shitzo]

this 1

[ don't get him wrong - the handful of professional videos he's watched featuring angel have all been pretty great. occasionally, the "plot" is really fucking cheesy, almost to the point of being unwatchable, but in blitzø's experience, angel always finds a way to save even the shittiest of scripts.

but none of that compares to this version of angel. real, or at least real enough that blitzø lets himself believe it's not all just for his entertainment. ]

ur not bad urslf lol

[ it's funny because angel's a professional, and blitzø's just some middle-aged loser who likes to fuck. el oh el. ]

gona go showre b4 this shit starts 2 dry n itch

[shitzo]

[ the only reason blitzø doubts angel's honesty is because he recognizes all of the signs of someone trying to keep themselves together. he recognizes the mask because it's the same one he wears pretty much all the fucking time, biting back any sliver of vulnerability, swallowing his own bullshit back, shoving his problems down so he doesn't have to deal with them. so no one else does either.

part of him is tempted to just accept that angel's fine - tempted to nod and leave it at that, leave him alone and retreat to his office for the night where neither of them have to talk about anything they might not want to. it's very like him to avoid emotional vulnerability when he can help it, but strangely, he finds that he doesn't actually want to disappear for once.

he doesn't say anything, his eyes shifting away from angel for a moment before he suddenly turns and starts walking off in a seemingly-random direction. there's an unmarked door a good eight or so feet down from his office door, and he pushes it open and disappears into the dark room behind it. this time, it's not the sound of bedding being shifted around, but the sound of something... squeaking. like a wheel that needs oiling, and when blitzø reappears again, he's dragging what looks like a small black cart with an old television sat on top of it, secured with a strap over the top. he glances back over his shoulder toward angel for a moment, pulling the cart along as one of the wheels squeaks and resists. ]

I'm fuckin' starving - I was thinking of ordering a pizza.

[harderdaddy]

<3

[Eh, they're both middle-aged losers who like to fuck, Angel just gets paid for it.]

kk, me too
talk soon
hopefully in person

<3 Blitzø

[harderdaddy]

[It's the best middle ground possible, not acknowledging the vulnerability Angel's clearly trying to push down, but not abandoning him to stew in it alone either. Once Angel sees him wheeling in that cart it's a little easier for him to reign himself back in, lips curling into something a little closer to his more natural smile.]

You think an Italian's gonna turn down pizza?

[Crisis averted, back to jokes and teasing, everything is fine.]

You need a hand with that?

[papichulo]

[ the fur-like scales at his throat like a collar are sensitive, and angel's fingers carding through it pushes a lazy shudder down valentino's spine, starting between his shoulders and rushing down to the bottom, a low, throat groan vibrating quietly in his chest. he tilts his head to one side, letting angel touch wherever and however he wishes; probably one of very few who are even allowed.

it's true that they're not completely alone, but most of valentino's personal staff learn very quickly to make themselves invisible until valentino acknowledges them, so if the driver can hear - and it's very likely they can, because they need to be able to hear valentino and any requests he might have - they are very good at playing unaware. the cameras, of which there are at least two in the back (for "security purposes"), are another story, and whether vox is currently watching or not is hard to say. whether valentino cares or not is also hard to say, but if there's a brief little arc of static electricity around one of the lenses, val doesn't seem to notice.

lifting his hand from angel's back, valentino fits his fingers over the back of his neck, thumb pressing lightly at the hinge of his jaw. he pulls angel forward, closer, and kisses him, tasting his own name on his mouth, cutting it short. the hand closed around their dicks starts to move a little faster, a little sloppy on purpose, and valentino exhales a hot, unsteady breath against angel's mouth. his voice is low and teasing, words murmured against angel's lips. ]

What, Angelito? [ soft, playful almost, which is just as dangerous as it could be genuine. he licks at angel's gold fang. ] Tell me. You want to cum?

[harderdaddy]

[It's a privilege Angel enjoys, and is always a good sensory cue for him when he's either blissed out or too high. Face or hands buried in that collar and he knows right where he is. His fingers scritch delicately, almost muscle memory at this point.

He's pulled forward easily, and his groans get swallowed up until Angel is suddenly breathing heavy and trying to remember how to connect his brain to his mouth.]

Uhhuh~ [He whines, struggling with his words, and nodding weakly as he's distracted by that tongue and those lips and-] Yes- hhh- please, please I wanna cum, Daddy-

🖤🖤

[shitzo]

You think I know what the fuck an Italian likes?

[ blitzø's knowledge of the living world isn't narrow, but he's not exactly well-versed, either. he learns only what he needs to about his targets and where to find them, but that's really the extent of it, and so far, none of his clients have paid him to haul his ass up to italy. and, fortunately, he hasn't had too many run-ins with the mafia in hell outside of moxxie's shit-ass family. all he knows is pizza is great and whoever brought that shit down here like a million years ago should probably have their picture hung up somewhere.

dragging the tv to the center of the room not too far from the couch, blitzø waves off angel's help for a second, and then changes his mind. he picks up the power cord spilling from the back of it and swings it around once or twice by his side before holding it out to angel. ]

Yeah, here. Plug that in - uh, wherever. [ he makes a vague gesture, unsure of where the nearest outlet is, if there even is one. he spends most of his time here in his office, or in the conference room; his knowledge of the lobby's electrical outlets is limited.

blitzø digs his phone out of his pocket, swiping through his apps. ] Pizzageddon or Dommin-Hoes?

[harderdaddy]

We're the fucks what invented it.

[And yeah, maybe his accent gets a little thicker defending his family's homeland. His Nonna did claim Italy was responsible for inventing just about everything, but the pizza one he's pretty sure of. But of course he doesn't actually expect Blitzø to have the full cultural lexicon of both Hell AND Earth. He's mostly teasing.

He accepts the cord and starts hunting for an outlet, his size making it a little amusing as he's so far from outlet height. But eventually he finds one and folds down to plug it in, more flexible than anyone has any right to be.]

Hoes~

[papichulo]

[ the car rolls to a very slow stop right about when valentino expects it to, and truthfully, he's conflicted. the part of him that's got his dick in his hand wants to tell the driver to circle around the block to buy them a couple more minutes so they can finish up, because he's almost certain he's got angel right at the edge - but the director side of him, the creative part of him knows this is a good opportunity for the shoot waiting for angel in the studio, even if it means val will personally suffer a little for it.

but it's not as if angel's not staying, at least for the night.

valentino's hand slows and shifts so he's only stroking angel, dragging his fist from tip to root before his hand stills entirely. he kisses angel, nips at his bottom lip with sharp teeth, and then takes his hand off of him all together, tugging his shorts back up for him and tucking him neatly inside. ]

Sorry, baby, [ he murmurs, touching the side of his face with one hand while he tucks himself back into his own slacks with his others. valentino kisses the corner of his mouth, pets his hand down the column of angel's throat, lifts his hips for one last brush of friction. maybe he'll go find vox after he sends angel off to wardrobe. ] If you're good for the camera, I'll take care of you after.

[harderdaddy]

[The car slowing is barely registered by Angel, but Valentino's hand slowing is, a pleading whine falling from his lips as he's left right on the edge of pleasure and then denied. His fists curl to keep from finishing the job himself, and he leans into Val's last fleeting touches with a desperate sound, begrudgingly nodding his head.]

...yes Val.

[His hands fall away, resigned to wait. Filming may or may not allow his release, hard to guess with brat taming, but if he begs real pretty maybe he'll be allowed?]

I'll be good~

[He shifts to try and climb off of Val's lap, wincing a little and squirming to try and make that ache fade.]

[papichulo]

[ with angel out of his lap, valentino takes a few seconds to smooth out his clothes and make sure he's at least somewhat presentable and put together. there's not a high chance very many people will see him in the short distance between the car and the tower, but if there's one thing that's true about val, it's that he doesn't like to be caught at a bad angle, of which, in his opinion, there are very few.

he seems relatively unbothered that he, too, is denying his own release (at least, for now), and leans forward to grab his drink out of the closest cup holder. val knocks the rest of it back, ice clinking in the glass, and makes a vague gesture toward angel and the door with one of his free hands. ]

Well, what are you waiting for? The sooner you finish the shoot, the sooner I'll take you to bed, baby.

[ the sooner angel can sleep is probably what he should say, but if valentino's really only got him for a night, he's not going to let it go to waste. and besides, he's fairly confident he can find a way to convince angel to stay longer than that. ]