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[ as the pad of his thumb presses down at the back of angel's tongue, valentino imagines his cock there instead, pushing into the back of his throat where it's warm and tight and perfect like it always is. his hips roll upward into angel's hand, just a single lazy thrust through his fingers, his antennae stiffening slightly and then relaxing again.

never. angel will never not be his. he can play around in that shitty hotel as much as he wants, but valentino will never let him go anywhere he couldn't follow. and he sure as fuck isn't climbing his way up to heaven, wouldn't want to try even if he thought he could, because he has everything he could want down here anyway - so angel's not going anywhere.

practiced fingers creep past the waistband of angel's shorts, teasing against soft fur before he pushes one hand inside, fingertips brushing teasingly against his cock. he smirks at angel, then turns his head to the side to take a drag from the cigarette still burning in his fourth hand, holding the smoke in his mouth. carefully, he slides his thumb out of angel's mouth, swiping some of his spit across his bottom lip, and then he leans his face in close, stopping when their mouths are just an inch apart. with two fingers, he gently taps at angel's jaw, silently commanding him to part his lips, and when he does, valentino leans the rest of the way until there's barely a sliver of space left between them, and he exhales that mouthful of red smoke into angels, nice and slow as his hand teasing angel's cock finally closes around and strokes. ]