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[ one of valentino's hands paws blindly at the sheets off to one side the second angel starts to crawl toward him, and when he finds his phone, he's quick to add one or two more photos of him to his private collection, sharp teeth pressing into his own lower lip in interest. he chuckles lowly as he tosses his phone aside again, and helps angel settle into his lap, two hands settling against his chest and sliding upward to his shoulders. ]

Oh, Angel. Flattery will get you... [ val tilts is head, letting his eyes wander over angel, drinking him in like he's one of the prettier things he's seen in a while. in truth, angel's the prettiest. he wouldn't be as famous as he is if he wasn't - if valentino didn't make damn fucking sure everyone knew it as well.

val's hands slide down angel's primary arms to his elbows, and then back up, up, up, where they close loosely around angel's neck. no pressure yet, just warmth. he leans down, having to bend a ways to compensate for how small angel is by comparison, and murmurs lowly close to angel's ear, tongue flicking teasingly at his neck. ] ... everything.