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[ the car rolls to a very slow stop right about when valentino expects it to, and truthfully, he's conflicted. the part of him that's got his dick in his hand wants to tell the driver to circle around the block to buy them a couple more minutes so they can finish up, because he's almost certain he's got angel right at the edge - but the director side of him, the creative part of him knows this is a good opportunity for the shoot waiting for angel in the studio, even if it means val will personally suffer a little for it.

but it's not as if angel's not staying, at least for the night.

valentino's hand slows and shifts so he's only stroking angel, dragging his fist from tip to root before his hand stills entirely. he kisses angel, nips at his bottom lip with sharp teeth, and then takes his hand off of him all together, tugging his shorts back up for him and tucking him neatly inside. ]

Sorry, baby, [ he murmurs, touching the side of his face with one hand while he tucks himself back into his own slacks with his others. valentino kisses the corner of his mouth, pets his hand down the column of angel's throat, lifts his hips for one last brush of friction. maybe he'll go find vox after he sends angel off to wardrobe. ] If you're good for the camera, I'll take care of you after.