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[ valentino meets him in the middle, leaning down the second he notices angel start to push up, the hand at the back of his neck guiding angel right to him. he matches the intensity, mouth opening, tongue tasting and teasing, and when angel breaks away this time, however brief, val tilts forward slightly as if to chase after him, only stilling when he speaks.

the grin that spreads over his face is almost impish. slow and wide, teeth sharp and reflecting the neon framing the bed, eyes narrowed devilishly. the way angel says that - daddy - sounds like they're getting back on track, serious conversation and bitter feelings being left behind, or at the very least, shelved for another time. valentino can't find it in him to complain. he did promise angel he'd fuck him until he passed out, and val never makes a promise he doesn't intend to keep.

without much warning, the wing draped over angel lifts moves out of the way with a bit of flair, and valentino braces his hands against angel's back so he can flip their positions; angel with his back against the headboard, and valentino in front of him with a knee on either side of his legs and his secondary hands braced against the mattress up by angel's hips, practically caging him in. ]

Where were we, baby? [ he smirks at angel, brows lifting briefly as he peers at him through his glasses. his primary hands touch and tease, one trailing down his chest through the soft fluff, the other ghosting the tip of a claw along the line of his jaw. he leans in, following the invisible line with his mouth, pressing one slow kiss, and then another and another, all the way down the side of his neck. when he murmurs, it's close to angel's ear, and he teases his pulse with a slow flick of his tongue. ] I think you were saying you wanted some pretty bruises...