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[ coming to stand behind him, valentino looks down at angel and lets his primary hands settle on his shoulders. he squeezes gently, thumbs massaging into tense muscle, and offers a small smile of his own down at him. there's practiced fondness tucked into the corners of it, but there's a thread of possessiveness in the shape of it, too. valentino's second pair of hands skim down angel's back and settle near the bottom of his spine, kneading there too. ]

Perfect. As always. [ not "as always", because the number of times valentino's lost his temper on set over angel not performing to whatever ridiculous standard on any given day is probably too high to count, but that's neither here nor there. he practically folds himself in half to lean down, and presses a lingering kiss against angel's cheek, the same one his scene partner had slapped numerous times. when he pulls away, he doesn't straighten up, but stays leaning over angel instead. he looks at him in the mirror, face tucked close to the side of his neck, the fluff circling his neck brushing against angel's jaw. ] Stay like this, baby. If you want.

[ getting dressed seems kind of pointless when valentino has every intention of taking angel back to his room and peeling him out of everything anyway, but if that's what angel wants to do, valentino won't stop him. for once. ]