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[ for as much as he loves to be in control, valentino can be... giving. at the very least, he's capable of presenting the illusion of releasing some control, so when angel meets him with enthusiasm, when he adds a little weight under his palm and twists his tongue over val's... he lets him. he sighs into his mouth, the hand tucked underneath his chin drifting down the column of angel's throat, his fingers gentle at the hollow where his collar bones meet.

the two hands at the bottom of angel's spine flex, lethality teased in the way his fingertips prick through his coat, as if angel needs any sort of reminder that valentino could rip him apart if he really wanted to. if the mood struck him, that he's lucky val's only mildly irritated with him at the moment. he moves his hands to angel's hips again, drags him closer so he's more properly in his lap, so they're practically groin to groin. it doesn't ever take much from angel to get valentino going (sometimes sexually, sometimes in a fit of rage), so it's no surprise he's already hard in his expensive slacks.

valentino catches angel's bottom lip between his teeth, and he bites hard enough to sting a little but not hard enough to break the skin, though he's very tempted. ]

You're my favorite, [ he says against angel's mouth, licking at where his teeth have left shallow little marks. his hand at angel's throat skims lower, fingers carding through his chest fluff, and lower still. ] You know that, don't you?