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[Angel almost laughs, feeling a sense of pride every time that phone came up to focus in on him, and not steal Val's attention away instead. He might be a bit more possessive of Valentino than he has any right to be at this point, but he can't control those feels or reason with them, so he's come to accept them, and deal with the shame latter.

He likes feeling small like this, looking up at Val, knowing he could break him if he wanted, but won't. Not fully at least.

Val's hands are always wandering, touching, showing he owns every inch of Angel, and for now Angel wants to be owned.

His teeth catch at his lower lip, and his breaths stutters with a soft groan, hips grinding slowly.]

Ain't flattery if it's true. You made me what am I, Val~