[Angel doesn't resist with how gentle Val's being for the moment, wanting to keep him that way as long as possible. Inhaling the sweet scent of those hearts, his top set of arms loosely draping over Val's shoulders as he lays his cheek against chest, a guilty expression crossing his face. It's harder to remember his reasoning for leaving when Val's soft like this.]
...'course m'happy, Val. [He lifts his gaze to meet the moth's, warry to see which version of Valentino he was going to get today.]
[One hand settles at the small of Angel's back, another stroking tenderly between his shoulder blades. It's soft and tender and in perfect counterpoint to his attitude over text. As if just seeing Angel had shifted his mood.
Another hand moves to stroke Angel's cheek, cupping it almost forcefully to keep the other sinner's gaze on his. ]
Don't lie to me, Baby. You run from me all the time. The moment you're off set, you're gone. I have to threaten you to get you here when you used to love to crawl into my lap.
[ His words are soft, a cooing sound as his thumb brushes against Angel's face as he speaks. But his gaze is hard behind his heart shaped glasses. His arm slowly tightens at the small of Angel's back but not cruelly. Yet. ]
[Angel relaxes against him at first, easily soothed by those soft touches, at least until he finds his gaze forced to Val's.]
I gotta get back to Nuggys is all. The shifts have been so long- not-...I'm not complaining- I just- I gotta make sure he's okay, yah know? That's all-
[He wants to shrink back, but he can feel Val's arm start to tighten. He nuzzles into the hand at his cheek instead.]
I didn' mean ta make you feel neglected, Val- honest- I'm trying-
[He brow creases with guilt, Fat Nuggets always a way to straight to Angel's core. Even if Val's put his baby in just as much danger as he says the others might. And that threat woven into those words doesn't go unnoticed. Angel swallows and shakes his head, rolling his hips against Valentino's to try and steer things back on track.]
I haven't missed a shoot this week. And a little time apart makes it better sometimes, doesn't it? You know I'm yours Val. Nothing's...really changed.
[ He slowly repeats those words, very carefully, focusing on that though the really changed says a lot to him too. Because things have changed, and that's the part he's focusing on. ]
So really you're doing your job, and so that's all that matters, right? Nothing else?
[ Again he's carefully twisting words, watching Angel intently. ]
[That...didn't sound like how he meant, and Angel blinks hearing it repeated back, giving a faint shake of his head. The twisting of his words makes his gaze duck guilty, and it takes him a few tries to find his voice again.]
That's not- I didn't mean it like that, Val. You matter. You know you matter. [His hands pet over Valentino's chest, while another pair start working on his fly.]
[ Valentino learned a long time ago ways to twist things, and warp them, and make them his. Words. Events. People. So he leans in that much closer to Angel, not just to see him better but to ensure that the other sinner's entire world was Val. In that moment. Always. ]
I know a lot of things, Baby, but I'm not sure you remember them. Like your place. Like who made you. Like how you're mine. That you wanted to be mine, should still want to be but I'm not sure...
[ He sighs then, not giving in physically at all. Even as he aches to prove those words in every way. ]
[Guilt spreads over his face, and it's inescapable no matter how he lowers his gaze and tries and avoid that look. Usually the touch would've been enough to distract, enough to earn at least a little slack.]
You made me, Val. I'm yours. I'm always yours.
[His fingers curl round Val's cock, stroking slowly, trying to earn even the smallest amount of forgiveness.]
Charlie's nothin' ta worry about. I promise. Jus' a free place ta crash, that's all.
[ Val watches him closely, knowing just how well worded his words are, just what buttons he's pushing. He can't help himself.
Especially as he feels those hands working his pants open, the touch of such well trained fingers wrapping around his cock. ]
Yes, Angel Baby, you are. You are always mine.
[ He says the words with a soft, rumbling purr, but with those teeth bared it's positively a growl. Feral and needy at the same time.
His hands slide proprietarily over Angel's body, sliding over his waist, the slenderness of his hips and up along his chest, teasing along that fluff. When he speaks it is, again, that rumble that seems to vibrate through him. ]
[He works him slow to start, his hips rolling subtly in Val's lap in time with his movements, upper arms working open Val's shirt. It was a collection of soft, almost teasing touches, baiting Val to take more. If he can distract him well enough with his body maybe they won't have to fight...
Angel swallows and there's a thick pause, very much not wanting to say the first words that spring to mind. Being here always ends with him being hurt. Saying that will end with it too, but there's no better excuse springing to mind.
He takes a gamble and tries to guide one of Val's hands to his throat, a little show of trust to make up for the delay.]
Do you really wanna talk about that now, Daddy? I could be doing such better things with my mouth...
[ It is damn hard to keep up the attitude and the anger when Angel works that marvelous skill of his for pleasure against him. Some small part of him knows what Angel is doing... and the rest of him doesn't give a fuck because the desire for the other sinner is growing with every touch and every stroke of delightful hands.
Behind heart glasses his eyes narrow, but it's not in anger but hooding with lust as he stares at Angel as his fingers are placed to that slender throat. He flexes his fingers around Angel's throat before dragging his thumb up to catches on his bottom lip, slightly hook into his mouth and drawing it down and open as his fingers tighten against his throat. ]
You do have an amazing mouth, Baby. So good with it. You're made for pleasure.
[The shaky exhale might've been from want or fear as those fingers tighten, and truthfully Angel's not sure himself, lips parting without protest. He holds Valentino's gaze, nodding softly, those eyes pleading to be allowed to put that mouth of his to good work. Let Val use him so long as he just drops the dangerous question and answers for a short while. If he's good enough maybe he'll earn a trip home without caching any hands. No bruises to explain. Or less bruises at least...]
F-for your pleasure, Daddy. Please Val- Lemme show you?
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[Angel doesn't resist with how gentle Val's being for the moment, wanting to keep him that way as long as possible. Inhaling the sweet scent of those hearts, his top set of arms loosely draping over Val's shoulders as he lays his cheek against chest, a guilty expression crossing his face. It's harder to remember his reasoning for leaving when Val's soft like this.]
...'course m'happy, Val. [He lifts his gaze to meet the moth's, warry to see which version of Valentino he was going to get today.]
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Another hand moves to stroke Angel's cheek, cupping it almost forcefully to keep the other sinner's gaze on his. ]
Don't lie to me, Baby. You run from me all the time. The moment you're off set, you're gone. I have to threaten you to get you here when you used to love to crawl into my lap.
[ His words are soft, a cooing sound as his thumb brushes against Angel's face as he speaks. But his gaze is hard behind his heart shaped glasses. His arm slowly tightens at the small of Angel's back but not cruelly. Yet. ]
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I gotta get back to Nuggys is all. The shifts have been so long- not-...I'm not complaining- I just- I gotta make sure he's okay, yah know? That's all-
[He wants to shrink back, but he can feel Val's arm start to tighten. He nuzzles into the hand at his cheek instead.]
I didn' mean ta make you feel neglected, Val- honest- I'm trying-
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[ There's a bit of coldness to his tones, even if his touch is still tender despite it all. ]
Or, more likely, some southern stew. Would be a shame to see that happen to your pet.
[ His chin drops, peering at Angel over the top of his glasses. ]
Oh do go on. Trying what? Other than my patience.
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I haven't missed a shoot this week. And a little time apart makes it better sometimes, doesn't it? You know I'm yours Val. Nothing's...really changed.
sorry life and the holiday got away from me
[ He slowly repeats those words, very carefully, focusing on that though the really changed says a lot to him too. Because things have changed, and that's the part he's focusing on. ]
So really you're doing your job, and so that's all that matters, right? Nothing else?
[ Again he's carefully twisting words, watching Angel intently. ]
no worries at all <3
That's not- I didn't mean it like that, Val. You matter. You know you matter. [His hands pet over Valentino's chest, while another pair start working on his fly.]
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I know a lot of things, Baby, but I'm not sure you remember them. Like your place. Like who made you. Like how you're mine. That you wanted to be mine, should still want to be but I'm not sure...
[ He sighs then, not giving in physically at all. Even as he aches to prove those words in every way. ]
I know how persuasive Morningstars can be.
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You made me, Val. I'm yours. I'm always yours.
[His fingers curl round Val's cock, stroking slowly, trying to earn even the smallest amount of forgiveness.]
Charlie's nothin' ta worry about. I promise. Jus' a free place ta crash, that's all.
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Especially as he feels those hands working his pants open, the touch of such well trained fingers wrapping around his cock. ]
Yes, Angel Baby, you are. You are always mine.
[ He says the words with a soft, rumbling purr, but with those teeth bared it's positively a growl. Feral and needy at the same time.
His hands slide proprietarily over Angel's body, sliding over his waist, the slenderness of his hips and up along his chest, teasing along that fluff. When he speaks it is, again, that rumble that seems to vibrate through him. ]
You have a place though, Baby. You have me.
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Angel swallows and there's a thick pause, very much not wanting to say the first words that spring to mind. Being here always ends with him being hurt. Saying that will end with it too, but there's no better excuse springing to mind.
He takes a gamble and tries to guide one of Val's hands to his throat, a little show of trust to make up for the delay.]
Do you really wanna talk about that now, Daddy? I could be doing such better things with my mouth...
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Behind heart glasses his eyes narrow, but it's not in anger but hooding with lust as he stares at Angel as his fingers are placed to that slender throat. He flexes his fingers around Angel's throat before dragging his thumb up to catches on his bottom lip, slightly hook into his mouth and drawing it down and open as his fingers tighten against his throat. ]
You do have an amazing mouth, Baby. So good with it. You're made for pleasure.
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F-for your pleasure, Daddy. Please Val- Lemme show you?