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[papichulo]

Valentino is not one to be easily moved by anyone, but he's invested enough in upping the animosity that he allows Angel to shove him around a little. He doesn't go far, because there isn't enough force under Angel's palms to move him very significantly - and he knows Angel's strength, so he imagines that's intentional - but he shifts back enough that there's room to breathe, enough that he's forced to loosen his hold on the front of Angel's jacket, the hands framing his hips lifting and leaving too, claws dragging lightly as they go.

Standing there for a second or two, Val just stares at Angel, his eyes narrowed and his gaze almost piercing. And then - he starts to laugh, but it's a dark sound, lacking joy and mirth.

"I'm easy?" he shoots back, and suddenly, he stalks forward again, collapsing the space between them again and backing Angel right back into that railing behind him. One of his primary hands moves quick, long fingers snapping tight around Angel's throat, not enough to choke but enough to make his breathing thin as he leans in close, slotting a thigh between Angel's and pressing up.

"Fuck you," he mocks, echoing Angel's earlier text in a semi-childish tone. "Send the car," he adds, laughing again, though there's more amusement in this one, dark satisfaction. The way he flicks his tongue out is almost snake-like, teasing over Angel's mouth. "I didn't even have to try, and you came running like a bitch. If you want to talk about easy, baby..."

[harderdaddy]

There's a grimace, and Angel's fucking pinned against the railing again, very nearly making Val's fantasy come true all on his own as he tries to escape that hold the only way left to him. His back bows as he tries to arch away, his breath shuddering weakly.

It's easy to feel Angel's just as fucking hard as Val, whatever he might pretend, and his cheeks burn with bitter shame. Sharp teeth grit together with a huff, trying to wrench Val's hands away from his throat- another show of resistance more than a real effort to get away, egging the Overlord on like he wants him to handle Angel rough.

"Allllll those souls and it's still me ya need ta set ya right, Val," he mocks right back.

[papichulo]

"Oh, don't fucking flatter yourself," Valentino shoots back, his grip around Angel's neck tightening just a little bit more, fingertips pressing hard against the sides of his throat, oddly conscious of not crushing Angel's windpipe in a way he likely wouldn't be if he was actually, genuinely angry. They are, after all, just playing - to Valentino, at least.

He shoves his thigh higher, forces Angel to grind against him, his own erection pressing hard into his hip.

"You think you're the only one that got that text?" He gives Angel's throat one more quick squeeze, and then releases him to let him breathe, petting his long fingers down the front of his neck. His secondary hands find Angel's hips, holding him close and fast, pressure under his palms encouraging him to use his leg to seek his own pleasure while he laughs. "Oh, no, baby. You were just the first one who bit."

Whether that's true or not - that he sent the same text to all of his whores, that Angel was the first one to take the bait - is hard to say. Valentino lies just as often as he tells the truth, but he seems to be finding entertainment in attempting to step on Angel's confidence either way. It's all a game to him.

[harderdaddy]

Just playing.

There's a whimper as that grip tightens, but it's true. They must be playing, or Angel wouldn't have the air to manage that much. Did Angel always get off to this sort of play, or is it just an adaptative things? Either way, there's shame weighing down as Angel plays right along, grinding against Val's leg, while a lower hand starts to fondle that hardness at his hip.

His eyes narrow, hating the heat he can feel colouring his face beneath his fur. "...you have cars waitin' for all of 'em too?" he counters, "Vox not in the mood for your shit tonight?"

[papichulo]

The sigh Valentino exhales is just on the cusp of being a growl as Angel finally acknowledges his own arousal with fumbling fingers, hips twitching somewhat involuntarily under his soft, wandering hand in a search for a little more friction. Unlike Angel, there's no shame in it for Val, just excitement. Entertainment, a low-humming thrill buried under every barb thrown back and forth.

Mentioning Vox, though, seems to stir something new, though. Val's expression shifts minutely, a tightness in his jaw there and gone in a blink. He drags his claws through the soft chest fluff, purposely making sure they sink through to the skin - not enough to break it, just enough to be felt.

"We have plans later," Valentino supplies, casual and easy. Again, hard to tell if that's the truth or if he's just trying to snuff out Angel's attempt at a dig. His secondary hands grip at Angel's hips a little tighter, and then suddenly he drags him away from the railing and turns him and himself around on his heel. "Why, would you like him to join us?"

Something in his tone sounds a little darker, but also a little excited. Valentino 's hands shove hard at Angel's waist, pushing him back and off, but he stalks right after him. "Careful, Angie. Jealousy makes you so fucking ugly."

[harderdaddy]

Hissing, there's a swell of pride at getting even that brief rise of out him, but just as quick it's turned back on him.

Angel half stumbles, feet working fast to back him up, and thankfully his mind still seems to remember the layout without looking. That barb cuts deeper than he's like, and he tells himself its vanity that sparks his anger and not that he is jealous. Nothing to be jealous of. Vox can have him.

"Good thing I couldn't care less," he says, claws snagging in a painting as tries to keep some distance between them, tearing the canvas with a loud, long rip.