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[ well. that's more than he wanted to know about vox or val, but honestly whatever keeps the both of them occupied is fine by him. the less attention val has for angel, the better, though blitzø might be slightly biased. and slightly jealous, but that's neither here nor there, and not anyone else's problem but his own.

he does allow himself to think about it, though - a studio to themselves, angel spread out over expensive bed sheets and plush pillows, gorgeous underneath all of those fancy lights, all long limbs and softened angles. fuck, is it tempting. blitzø exhales in a quiet rush, the rhythm of his fist a little more deliberate now, his hand lingering near the head of his dick and pulsing with quick, short strokes.

the studio would probably definitely be better than anything they could manage in his cramped office, but now that angel's bringing up dressing up for him, now that angel's calling him fucking boss like that won't go straight to his dick - he can't help but picture what it would be like to fold him over his desk. to sit in his chair with angel seated on his desk in front of him, knees spread, laid back with his weight balanced on his elbows. fuck. ]

fuck u of corse i likeit

[ maybe more than he should, but who cares. truthfully, angel could probably tease him with anything, and he'd be into it, just because it's angel. ]

u no id jst tak it all off tho
slowlly tho bc id apresheate the efert

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wuld u let me eet u out 1st