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[harderdaddy]

[Val's smoke makes it difficult to will his body into a more relaxed state, so he tries to focus on a slightly more sober state instead.

Crawling across the seat to open the door he stumbles slightly, and he prays the brief moment of fresh air will help clear his mind enough that he doesn't manage to face place on pavement. But on his feet it isn't so bad. Val hadn't actually given him that much, and his body is used to correcting for whatever high he has on a given day.]

Mmmm, I'll get it in one shot. You gonna be on set, Daddy?

[papichulo]

[ once angel's out of the car and out of the way, valentino climbs out behind him with more grace than anyone his height should have, nudging the door closed with his hip and adjusting his glasses so they sit more comfortably on his face. he puts his cigarette out with a pinch of two fingers, and looks down at angel.

he really is too pretty for his own good. sometimes, it pisses angel off. sometimes, valentino fucking loves that angel is bound to him, that angel is his in no uncertain terms. more frequently, it's the latter, which is lucky for angel.

valentino smirks at him, a mix of something mysterious and fond, and takes a step toward him, and then another, taking angel bu the shoulder and turning him around so the can walk together. his hand moves from his shoulder to the middle of his back, where it stays. ]

Of course I will. [ he says this like angel's silly for even asking. ] I have something I need to take care of first, but I should be finished by the time you're ready to shoot.

[ and if he's not, travis can handle getting shit rolling at the very least. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Val looks downs and Angel looks up. Outside of the studio there's so few demons Angel has to look up to, but here, and with Val- he's always looking up. Small. Vulnerable.

He turns and the walk is familiar...comforting. That hand guiding and claiming his stake, as if anyone in hell doesn't know who Angel Dust belongs to.]

Wardrobe handled or do I gotta pick somethin' out?

[papichulo]

[ as the car pulls away behind them, valentino guides angel inside the tower and into the main lobby, leading him toward the elevators by the far side. he glances up casually toward the nearest camera for only a moment, and then presses the button to call the elevator down.

during the couple seconds that the two of them are kept waiting, valentino appears to be contemplating angel's question. truthfully, the shoot was pulled together kind of last minute, so the details are kind of... loose. there is, technically, an outfit waiting for angel, but it's nothing overly-specific to the shoot itself, and hardly the focus.

valentino slides his hand up angel's spine to the back of his neck, squeezing gently, almost comfortingly before he lets his fingers drift again, lingering in the space between his shoulders. he looks down at angel and smiles at him, somewhat soft and fond though it's hard to tell if it's genuine. valentino is, after all, very good at presenting himself in the best light when he wants to. ]

Whatever's easiest for you, baby. Wardrobe has been picked out for you already, but if you'd rather wear something else... I trust your judgment.

[ does he? or does he know angel wouldn't do anything to compromise or sabotage the artistry and composition of a shoot by choosing something unacceptable? ]

[harderdaddy]

[For how their night started, Valentino's been very accommodating now, all smiles and soft touches. Trust even. A sober Angel might've been more suspicious. Even high he knew there was a balancing act to be played, and he smiles easily back up at Val.]

Nah, I like wearing what you pick out for me, Val. You always make me look good.

[Just wear whatever they tell him to, play the brat for the cameras, get fucked and then he's done...he can handle that. And if he's good Val will be good to him.

The doors chime and Angel steps inside.]

[papichulo]

[ it's always a balancing act, a scale to be tipped one way or the other. sometimes all it takes is the wrong choice of words, or misplaced attitude, sometimes valentino's just having a bad day and it takes almost nothing to set him the fuck off. sometimes, all it takes is a smile from angel to tip things over into his favor. what valentino is up to right now, with all of his gentle touches and quiet promises, is anyone's guess, but he's definitely up to something.

as angel steps into the elevator, valentino follows after him and comes to stand beside him, his hand a steady point of contact between his shoulders. he presses the button for the studio floor, then turns toward angel slightly, using another hand to touch the side of his face, to tilt his chin up toward him. valentino leans down so he's close, and he says, ]

You make it so easy, you look good in everything. [ he leans the rest of the way to brush a kiss against angel's mouth. ] ... And in nothing at all.

[harderdaddy]

[Lifting his gaze at Val's prompting, Angel smiles easily, rocking up to help meet those lips. He's still not quite calmed down from the limo, and with those pheromones in his system he pushes to try and deepen the kiss with a whine. There's no way he can get what he wants in the time it takes the elevator to, but it doesn't stop that want.]

You promise- once the shoot's done, you promise?

[Isn't it nicer when Angel's begging for it rather than putting up a fight?]

[papichulo]

[ like angel, valentino's also still somewhat keyed up from the limo, so he allows the little bit of needy desperation from angel, lingering to kiss him a little more properly for a few seconds, tasting that soft little whine in his mouth. he pulls away shortly after, smoothing his thumb over angel's cheek in reassurance. ]

Mm. [ he chuckles quietly, almost under his breath, amused and pleased by angel's begging. he's so much more attractive when he's practically melting in valentino's hands. ] Promise. We'll get through the shoot, and then I'll take care of you. How does that sound, mi cariño?

[harderdaddy]

[Nodding eagerly, gratefully, everything all at once, Angel holds onto that promise. Sure, he's going to be fucked in the shoot, and maybe he'll get off, but that's not the same. He needs Val.]

Sounds perfect, Daddy.

[His smile softens at Val's phrasing, painting a picture where the pair of them have to suffer through the shoot together. And it makes him that much more agreeable when his mind can lean into that belief that they're approaching this as a team. Never quite equals, but needing each other...]

[papichulo]

[ in his experience, angel's always so much more amenable when valentino positions himself on angel's side instead of opposing him. the phrasing is intentional, meant to offer a sense of reassurance and understanding - yes, it's late and angel's tired, but at least he's not alone. at least valentino's there to support him, to make sure he's safe and comfortable on set, to weather the late night together with him. to take care of him afterward. it's an act, for the most part, but it's a good one.

when the elevator doors chime and slide open, valentino presses his hand to angel's lower spine and guides him forward and out, but instead of leading him toward the studio, he stops in the hallway instead. ]

I'll see you soon. [ val touches angel's face with the back of his hand, skims his fingers underneath angel's chin. he looks at angel's mouth, like he's tempted to kiss him again, but he resists and steps away instead, nudging angel in the opposite direction with a hand on his chest. wherever valentino is going, whatever it is he has to take care of, it's - away from the studio. toward his bedroom near the opposite side of this floor, more specifically.


when valentino eventually shows up in the studio, he's maybe only a few minutes late. his entrance isn't subtle, but it's not particularly distracting either, but he seems... relaxed. maybe very slightly disheveled, but he sinks into his chair and casually wipes his thumb against the corner of his mouth, his eyes on the scene before him. travis hands him a script, which is pretty bare bones and calls for a lot of improv, and valentino barely flips through it, his eyes finding angel instead. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Swept off into wardrobe and makeup, Angel tries not to think about where Valentino's gone. Tries to push down that pointless jealousy that has his eyes flicking towards the countless 'security' cameras that haunt him in this place.

By the time Val returns it's obvious enough what he's been doing, Angel's eyes very briefly finding his before his character spits a biting remark, dripping with sarcasm, and very quickly pays for. The slap helps jar Angel to his senses, burying those bitter feelings before he has to live through this brat taming in real life as well.]

[shitzo]

You would choose Hoes.

[ blitzø says this partially under his breath, but definitely loud enough and with the intention of angel overhearing, a fleeting note of amusement in his tone as he glances up from his phone - just in time to catch a glimpse of angel practically folded in half. he allows himself two seconds to - admire the view, and then shifts his attention back to his phone again, pacing idly as his thumb taps and swipes across the screen. ]

How's half cheese half meat sluts sound? [ tap tap. ] Too late, already ordered it.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel glances back with a cheeky grin and waggles his hips. Of course he would~
Straightening up again, Angel smooths down his jacket and weaves easily round Blitzø's pacing to perch on the couch again.]

Heh, we should do this sometime without a buncha shit happenin' before.
[What a novel experience. His expression softens briefly in thanks, and then his lips curl impishly (is that like a rude thing to say in hell btw?).]

How long they usually take to deliver? 'Cause I bet there's a few fun things we could do in exactly that amount of time...

[papichulo]

[ the sound of a palm connecting with angel's cheek doesn't seem to faze valentino at all, his gaze never wavering as the scene plays out, though it's rare for him to even blink at any form of scripted brutality; it's the real, authentic shit (or as close as one can get to authenticity in this industry) that sells best, after all. even so, there are limits - if valentino thought they were being pushed, he'd call for a cut and correct the behavior. as it stands, one little slap isn't enough to bruise angel's pretty face, so he lets the cameras continue to roll, watching with a steady gaze.

overall, it's a fairly easy shoot. valentino only calls cut twice, once for an alternative line delivery and once for a boom mic dipping into the frame, but otherwise the whole thing goes surprisingly smoothly. wrapping goes pretty quickly, the studio emptying out perhaps a little faster than usual, the set crew ready and eager to call it a night. valentino dismisses angel and his scene partner before anyone else though, and it's only once everyone's cleared out that he goes to find angel in his dressing room. ]

[harderdaddy]

[At least the shoot went smoothly. Angel's a frustrated mix of exhausted and horny by the time they're done, and starting to sober up. But he's done for the night...for real this time. He strips down and cleans himself up as best he can. He's still in his robe by the time Valentino let's himself in, sitting at his makeup table and debating whether he should take it off or let Val enjoy the full face.

He flashes a tired smile back at Val through the mirror before he turns his head.]

How'd I do, Daddy?~ M'almost ready, I just gotta get dressed and stuff.

[shitzo]

[ we should do this again sometime, angel says, and blitzø pauses for a second to glance up from his phone, his expression hard to decipher. he's not - opposed, exactly, but both times he's brought angel back here, it's been with limited options, and after some kind of unfortunate event. doing this (whatever this happens to be - hanging out, ordering food, presumably vegging out on the couch and watching shitty television?) just because feels like it'd be way more... intimate, he just can't really put a finger on why.

or maybe blitzø's just overthinking it. he looks back down at his phone again, though this time he's not looking at anything in particular, just averting his gaze, and he shrugs casually. ]

Yeah, maybe.

[ maybe they should, maybe they shouldn't. either way, blitzø's easily distracted by angel's not-so-subtle flirting. he looks up again, pocketing his phone this time, and wanders toward angel, overly nonchalant. ]

Twenty minutes, give or take. [ he raises his eyebrows, and a slow smile spreads across his face, all sharp teeth. ] What kinda fun're you thinkin'?

[harderdaddy]

[Oop. Nope. Angel can feel the shift. He's said the wrong thing. Which is fine, they have a strategy for that! Ignore! He nods faintly, and leans harder into the flirting. That's much easier for both of them. He toys idly with his chest fluff as he talks, eyeing those teeth excitedly.]

Mmm- the kind where we see how many times we can cum before they get here? Loser has to answer the door?

[Winners all round with that kind of fun. Except maybe the delivery guy if he's some kind of prude.]

I still gotta thank ya properly.

[And he still does want that desk fantasy, but that might take more time than they've got and he doesn't wanna be pulled outta that one prematurely.]

[papichulo]

[ coming to stand behind him, valentino looks down at angel and lets his primary hands settle on his shoulders. he squeezes gently, thumbs massaging into tense muscle, and offers a small smile of his own down at him. there's practiced fondness tucked into the corners of it, but there's a thread of possessiveness in the shape of it, too. valentino's second pair of hands skim down angel's back and settle near the bottom of his spine, kneading there too. ]

Perfect. As always. [ not "as always", because the number of times valentino's lost his temper on set over angel not performing to whatever ridiculous standard on any given day is probably too high to count, but that's neither here nor there. he practically folds himself in half to lean down, and presses a lingering kiss against angel's cheek, the same one his scene partner had slapped numerous times. when he pulls away, he doesn't straighten up, but stays leaning over angel instead. he looks at him in the mirror, face tucked close to the side of his neck, the fluff circling his neck brushing against angel's jaw. ] Stay like this, baby. If you want.

[ getting dressed seems kind of pointless when valentino has every intention of taking angel back to his room and peeling him out of everything anyway, but if that's what angel wants to do, valentino won't stop him. for once. ]

[harderdaddy]

[The tension spikes for just a moment at that first touch, but he quickly relaxes into it and breathes a grateful sigh.

His lips curl at the compliment, drinking them in while Val's still in the mood to hand them out. Watching them in the mirror they like different people...happy. Angel nuzzles into that fluff and turns his head finally to press a matching kiss to Val's with a smile, eyes still trained on their reflections.]

Love you, Val.

[He nods faintly and pulls his robe a little tighter. It's not the first time he's made the trip like this. Hell, he's plastered naked all round this tower, there's not much reason to be bashful about it.

He sets his phone on the vanity, hoping Val will read it as not wanting to be disturbed while they're alone tonight, but mostly he doesn't want Val snooping.]

I can't wait to feel those sheets again.

[papichulo]

[ valentino does not say it back. it's not as if he's never returned the sentiment - he's told angel he loves him more times than he can count, but these days, more often than not, those three little words come as a soothing balm to hard blows, verbal or otherwise. that's not to say that he's never murmured them in quieter moments, or that he doesn't find time to remind angel that he loves him when he's in one of his better moods - but valentino deliberately withholds the sentiment for now.

he communicates it in other ways, though. valentino smiles at angel's reflection, moving his hands from where they're massaging his shoulders so he can cross his dominant arms over angel's chest instead, holding him tight and close, lips finding his cheek, his jaw. he doesn't miss the way angel sets his phone aside, bright red eyes following the movement of his hand, curious. suspicious. but he doesn't say anything about it, his eyes finding angel's in the mirror again. if he wants to convince angel that living in the tower was in his best interest, then he needs to keep control of his temper, at least for now.

valentino meets angel's gaze in the mirror again, and he stands to his full height, letting his fingers skim up angel's chest as he straightens. he offers one of his hands, gold rings glinting under the soft vanity lights. ]

Then let's not waste any more time, amorcito. Come on.

[harderdaddy]

[It's stopped hurting quite so much when he doesn't hear it. At least that's what he tells himself. He doesn't volunteer it quite so often these days either if he's being fair, and Angel's mind manages to twist his hurt round on himself without Val even needing to say a word.

The possessive hold is nicer in moments like this, when it doesn't feel entirely designed to show Angel who he belongs to, and he smiles taking the offered hand and rising once he's released. His other hands try to readjust the robe again as they step out of his dressing room, and he finds himself glad there's not too many people around at this hour to see him heading up instead of out. He tries to bury that shame, the one that feels remarkably similar to what he feels each and every time he relapses after trying to quit for any amount of time.]

[shitzo]

[ it's not that it's the wrong thing, it's just that blitzø is a whole goddamn mess when it comes to anything even remotely emotionally... serious. and he likes this unspoken thing he seems to have going on with angel. potentially making it more complicated by taking all of the excuses out of it - oh, angel just needed somewhere to crash for a night, or oh, angel just needed a ride and i had nothing better to do, etc. - just seems like it would be stamping a death sentence on the whole thing. in blitzø's experience, anyway.

but that's a conversation for another time, or more realistically - never.

blitzø's already moved past the moment anyway, comfortable falling into flirting and dirty talk. it's not exactly where he thought this night would go, all things considered, but if angel's comfortable, then - well, blitzø's not going to complain. he practically skitters up onto the couch, quick and agile, and perches behind angel, peering over his shoulder at him like some kind of feral gargoyle. ]

Come on, that's not fair. You're a professional, uh - cum - a professional. [ great job, real smooth. blitzø laughs though. ] Whatever, delivery guy's probably seen worse.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel laughs, head turning to follow that movement with a fond look, an arm casually dropping behind the couch to play with Blitø's tail even as he acts innocent.]

A professional you have no trouble getting off in record time on multiple occasions, don't sell yourself short. Or we can lean into your strengths an go shoot some fucks- [He pretends like he's going to stand up, lips quirking playfully]

[papichulo]

[ on the other hand, valentino feels no shame in leading angel to his penthouse. their relationship, as loosely defined as it is, is hardly a secret, at least not among those employed by the vees, and valentino would just - rip anyone apart who had anything critical or less-than-positive to say about it anyway.

that being said - it is relatively quiet at this hour. mostly everyone has wrapped up and gone home, and any stragglers are smart enough to make a point of ignoring angel and valentino alltogether, like the two of them are ghosts. valentino opens his hand a little around angel's, but only so he can slot their fingers together, giving his hand a light squeeze as he leads him along. fortunately, the trek from the studio to the penthouse isn't terrible, and it's not long before he's letting angel inside, holding the door open with two hands and ushering him past the threshhold.

with the doors closed and locked behind them, valentino turns angel around to face him. he slides a hand under his chin, lifts his head carefully. his thumb strokes across his smarted cheek, head tilting slightly like he's checking for any lasting marks that won't be gone by morning. he seems satisfied enough. ]

You did well, baby. [ valentino's hand drifts from under angel's jaw, ghosting down the column of his throat. two of his fingers slide underneath the collar of his robe, following the hem down where it crosses over his chest. ] Why don't you take a hot bath, hmm?

[harderdaddy]

[It's been a while since he's been in this space, but it still feels familiar. Like home if not entirely safe.

He lifts his head and watches as Val examines his so gently, that guilt rising again for whatever doubts have been bubbling away in his mind.

His fingers release the hold on his robe, and he smiles softly before nodding, shoulders loosening up at the thought.]

You wanna join me, Daddy?