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[Please, please, oh-, Angel's hips almost still for a moment at that glimpse of the old Val, his lips curling too easily, Valentino's to manipulate in every meaning of the word. Those eyes plead desperately as the moth considers, the rest of the world long gone, it's just the two of them.

There's a grateful sigh even before those fingers close around their cocks, and Angel's face presses against Val to whine prettily until he remembers himself. He forces himself back again so Val an see his face, arching into that perfect grip with a soft sigh that's only for Val. The real sounds are all for Val, unless they're rehearsing.]

Th-hhh- thank you, Daddy, th- fuck- feel so good.