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[ as angel lays back, valentino straightens up to his full height again to drink him in. he crosses one of his arms over his chest and rests his opposite elbow on the back of his wrist, bringing his cigarette to his mouth for another long drag. red eyes never leave angel, roaming over him like a predator sizing up its prey. tracing every curve, every sharp angle. by now, he knows angel's body just as well, if not better, than his own. by now, one would think his interest would have lessened, but valentino could never tire of the view in front of him. he sees angel half-naked like every other day, spends hours sitting behind a camera watching him do exactly this, but somehow, it's different when it's just the two of them. when they're alone.

val lifts his chin a little when he exhales, sending the plume of smoke up toward the vaulted ceiling. ]

I was thinking about fucking you until you pass out. [ his mouth pulls into a devious little grin, his teeth catching the glow from the neon framing the obnoxious headboard. after a beat, he twists and reaches for where he left his phone on the vanity, grabs, it, and turns back around to snap a couple pictures of angel spread out on the sheets. satan, he's so fucking hot. ] Why, how do you want me to spoil you?