Angel Dust

The sigh Valentino exhales is just on the cusp of being a growl as Angel finally acknowledges his own arousal with fumbling fingers, hips twitching somewhat involuntarily under his soft, wandering hand in a search for a little more friction. Unlike Angel, there's no shame in it for Val, just excitement. Entertainment, a low-humming thrill buried under every barb thrown back and forth.

Mentioning Vox, though, seems to stir something new, though. Val's expression shifts minutely, a tightness in his jaw there and gone in a blink. He drags his claws through the soft chest fluff, purposely making sure they sink through to the skin - not enough to break it, just enough to be felt.

"We have plans later," Valentino supplies, casual and easy. Again, hard to tell if that's the truth or if he's just trying to snuff out Angel's attempt at a dig. His secondary hands grip at Angel's hips a little tighter, and then suddenly he drags him away from the railing and turns him and himself around on his heel. "Why, would you like him to join us?"

Something in his tone sounds a little darker, but also a little excited. Valentino 's hands shove hard at Angel's waist, pushing him back and off, but he stalks right after him. "Careful, Angie. Jealousy makes you so fucking ugly."