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[ val wastes little time in filling the space between angel's legs, but instead of standing between them - he crouches. he sinks between his knees, and if it weren't for the fact that valentino very rarely gets on his knees for anyone he views as below him, it might seem suggestive. ]

I want to be sure.

[ again, his tone is a little sharper than it needs to be, the lingering dregs of his anger over the entire night roughing up the edges, but it doesn't seem personal, at least. valentino pushes angel's legs apart just a little more with surprisingly gentle hands - for someone known to be so cruel, he can be just as kind when he wants to be - and carefully examines the damage now that it's all been properly cleaned up.

he hates it. he fucking loathes it, but what he hates more is that there's not a fucking thing he can do about it. when it all scars over, when the fur has grown back enough to hide it, it won't be enough to erase it from his mind.

valentino grinds his teeth, long fingers gingerly touching underneath the 'o' when his phone starts to vibrate again, buzzing loudly against the countertop. red eyes snap upward, narrowed and dangerous, and he doesn't have to be able to see the screen to know that it's vox. ]

Fucking— [ a venomous murmur under his breath. his eyes shift, finding the single camera in the bathroom and staring for a solid three seconds while the phone continues to ring. valentino has no idea if vox is actually watching - for the most part, the cameras in his penthouse stay off unless valentino requests otherwise - but he wouldn't put it past vox to peek in without permission. especially when he's being so blatantly and deliberately ignored.

valentino looks up at angel next, and his words are still somewhat tight, but he makes a point of softening them. ] Turn that shit off for me, baby.

[ if vox wants to rip into valentino for throwing a shitfit in the studio, he can do it tomorrow. valentino doesn't have the patience to listen to it tonight. ]