Angel Dust

There's a grimace, and Angel's fucking pinned against the railing again, very nearly making Val's fantasy come true all on his own as he tries to escape that hold the only way left to him. His back bows as he tries to arch away, his breath shuddering weakly.

It's easy to feel Angel's just as fucking hard as Val, whatever he might pretend, and his cheeks burn with bitter shame. Sharp teeth grit together with a huff, trying to wrench Val's hands away from his throat- another show of resistance more than a real effort to get away, egging the Overlord on like he wants him to handle Angel rough.

"Allllll those souls and it's still me ya need ta set ya right, Val," he mocks right back.