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[ it used to almost always be like this, back when things were still... uncomplicated. back when the only hands valentino ever put on angel were gentle ones, when his words were laced with adoration and never with venom. now, nights like this come far less often, and even then, they're not always perfect. but it's easy to pretend. it's easy to say the right things, to touch angel like he's the most precious thing valentino's ever been allowed to call his. and maybe that much is still true, even now.

smiling almost fondly, val leans through the smoke, still in a somewhat hazy shape of a heart, and kisses angel through it, short and sweet, laughing quietly against his lips. ]

I do, [ he agrees. spoiling angel when he deserves it is one of his favorite past times, actually. putting him in expensive outfits, decorating his throat with delicate chains and jewels, showing him off to people who could only dream of knowing what it'd be like to have someone like angel on their arm.

coaxing the towel away from angel with one of his secondary hands, valentino takes it and drops it somewhere off the side of the bed where it's out of the way. the hand at angel's throat squeezes gently, briefly, and then slides from his neck to his chest, pressure under his palm. he hums a low note. ] Lay back for me, Angel. Let me look at you.