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[ the fur-like scales at his throat like a collar are sensitive, and angel's fingers carding through it pushes a lazy shudder down valentino's spine, starting between his shoulders and rushing down to the bottom, a low, throat groan vibrating quietly in his chest. he tilts his head to one side, letting angel touch wherever and however he wishes; probably one of very few who are even allowed.

it's true that they're not completely alone, but most of valentino's personal staff learn very quickly to make themselves invisible until valentino acknowledges them, so if the driver can hear - and it's very likely they can, because they need to be able to hear valentino and any requests he might have - they are very good at playing unaware. the cameras, of which there are at least two in the back (for "security purposes"), are another story, and whether vox is currently watching or not is hard to say. whether valentino cares or not is also hard to say, but if there's a brief little arc of static electricity around one of the lenses, val doesn't seem to notice.

lifting his hand from angel's back, valentino fits his fingers over the back of his neck, thumb pressing lightly at the hinge of his jaw. he pulls angel forward, closer, and kisses him, tasting his own name on his mouth, cutting it short. the hand closed around their dicks starts to move a little faster, a little sloppy on purpose, and valentino exhales a hot, unsteady breath against angel's mouth. his voice is low and teasing, words murmured against angel's lips. ]

What, Angelito? [ soft, playful almost, which is just as dangerous as it could be genuine. he licks at angel's gold fang. ] Tell me. You want to cum?