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[papichulo]

[ as angel looks up at him, valentino looks down, his head tilting slightly to one side and angel cards his fingers through his collar. angel is not a small man by any means - thin, maybe, but typically on the taller side when compared to everyone else - but it never fails to amuse valentino how... delicate he looks, when he sits in his lap like this.

his brows lift slightly behind his glasses. ]

You're always sorry, aren't you?

[ he says this almost like it bores him, like maybe he doesn't believe that angel is sorry at all, but valentino doesn't linger on this tone. once angel is settled in his lap, he puts both of his empty hands on his back, one between his shoulders and one at the bottom of his spine, so that when he leans forward for a moment so he can put his drink in the nearest cupholder, angel's kept safe and in place.

when he sits back, his hands move again, one on each of his hips, and a third petting at the fluff over angel's chest. he says, with sincerity that seems to toe the line of being slightly overdone: ]

I'm sorry, too. You know my temper gets away from me sometimes, but I don't mean it.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel's gaze falls at that bored reprimand, and he stops himself from giving yet another apology. He can barely remember the last time he's apologized to anyone outside of Val, and he knows he sure as shit owes a lot of people their share of them over the years. But for Valentino they pour out when he's not even sure what it is he's apologizing for.

He savors that brief moment of being held, safe and secure, mind jumping through hoops to try and defend all the examples he has to counter that feeling.

He lifts his gaze back up at the apology, and nods in understanding.]

I know, Val.

[Why's he so fucking stupid every time? Angel tries to quiet that voice. Fine, he's an idiot, but shit ain't gonna change anyway, so why not enjoy the good parts while he's got 'em? Or maybe this time he really means it...]

I know. I shouldn't've given ya reason to get bad in the first place. I ain't been usin' as much, an' my head don't feel right half the time... I ain't tryin' ta upset ya Val, I swear.

[papichulo]

[ could have fooled him. valentino could list a dozen things angel's said or done in the past week that he could swear were deliberately intended to piss him the fuck off. fortunately - or unfortunately, depending on your perspective - valentino sometimes enjoys the little arguments ("arguments") they get into, even when he's redhot with rage. it makes work interesting, and it makes the occasional hatefuck that much better.

for now, he decides not throw angel's apology back in his face, focused instead on the little bits of information angel feeds him. it's obvious to valentino that angel's been backing off using as much; it'd be obvious to anyone who spends as much time around angel as he does, to anyone who pays him half as much attention, but valentino knows him like the back of his fucking hands. he's different, sometimes, and val hasn't decided if he likes it or not.

probably fucking not, though. that fucking hotel and that little bitch that runs it are ruining angel, and for what?

valentino tilts his head, fingers walking up angel's chest to settle under his chin. he lifts his head up slightly, thumb rubbing a lazy line across his cheek. ]

It's that fucking hotel, baby.

[ despite the irritation simmering underneath the surface, he manages his tone fairly well, coming off as genuinely concerned for angel's well-being. if he could burn that place to the ground, he would, but vox would probably have some shit to say about it, and tussling with the princess of hell (and probably, her dad) maybe isn't the smartest move he could make. at least, not right now.

he pets his hand down angel's throat, then back up again, fingers ghosting underneath his jaw. gentle, gentle, gentle. ]

You know, I don't think they know the first thing about helping people. [ redeeming them, whatever the fuck it is they're trying to do there. it's all a joke to valentino. ] Certainly, they aren't helping you. [ he pauses here and tries to catch angel's eyes before continuing on. ] They are using you, baby. That little - princesa has daddy issues so deep she could make millions in my hands, but appealing to that little council will not fix that. Parading you around like the poster child of bad habits will not fix that.

[ valentino brings his cigarette to his mouth and inhales, and when he exhales he doesn't deliberately blow the smoke in angel's face, but he doesn't go out of his way to avoid it either. ]

Cariño, the only thing she has done for you is paint a target on your back. On that whole hotel. The exorcists came back in half the time, did they not? And they came right for that hotel. It's very lucky you weren't killed. [ the hands at angel's hips squeeze and then shift, linking together behind him at the base of his spine, holding him loosely. ] Why would you want to fight to get into a place where its people come down here every year to kill us all? For what - having lived interesting lives?

[ valentino leans down then, brushing a kiss against the corner of angel's mouth, his voice low. ]

You were much safer with me.

[harderdaddy]

[Lifting his chin to easily offer up that expanse of throat, Angel nuzzles into the hand at his cheek. His body moves almost automatically, and a the heel of his palm presses lightly over Val's crotch, sure all this soft and nice can't come without a price.

Val's words dig into his mind, echoing his own doubts and worries.

Angel doesn't try to avoid the smoke, he wants that haze and everything that comes with it.]

They're my friends, Val. Even if I can't get inta heaven- none a 'em wanna hurt me.

[He chases after that kiss with a soft whine. He doesn't have an argument for Val's last point. Val might knock him around, but he kept him safe from the exorcists all this time, didn't he? ]

Do we gotta talk about it right now, Daddy?

[papichulo]

[ that's the thing though - it's all a waste of time. even if angel could get into heaven (and valentino highly fucking doubts he could), he's still bound by contract. even if he somehow found a way to redeem himself, it's not like valentino would willingly let him go. he'd fight tooth and fucking nail to keep him, to own him. but if angel wants to pretend he has even the slightest fucking chance, well. it'll be that much more satisfying when he inevitably comes crawling back to val. there is only so much slack to his leash, after all.

the light press of a palm is welcomed, a fair price to pay for valentino's kindness. he spreads his knees slightly in unspoken approval, careful not to upset the way angel's straddling his lap too much. he could argue that those people are not his fucking friends. he could argue that sure, maybe none of them want to hurt him, but they're not doing fucking anything to keep him safe from the exorcists the way valentino always has, but - angel will learn these things one way or another. if it has to be the hard way, then so be it.

valentino hums a low, thoughtful note, leaning away just enough as angel seeks something more than the ghost of a peck val left him with. teasing, almost, in the way he smiles, gold flashing in his mouth. he holds angel's jaw between his fingers, turns his face away from him so he can lick one hot stripe up the side of his throat, pausing by his ear. ]

We'll talk about it later.

[ and they will fucking talk about it. maybe not as nicely as they have now, as they have so far, but they're absolutely going to talk about this again. valentino cannot fucking stand that angel's left the tower, he cannot stand that there's next to nothing he can do about it short of locking him in his dressing room and never letting him out. he'll find a way to make angel stay, to make him want to, one way or another.

but for now, they're just two people in an expensive car. he's just a man with a pretty little thing in his lap that everyone in hell wants but could never have, not the way valentino has him. he turns angel's head back to face him, fingers careful under his chin, thumb pulling gently at the soft pillow of his bottom lip, and when he leans into kiss him, he pushes his tongue into his mouth. ]

[harderdaddy]

[With that subtle approval Angel's palm rolls a little firmer, weighting in Val's lap just enough to tease. It feels easier sometimes when he initiates things. Makes Val happy, and shuts up that damn voice in his head if things take a turn. How bad can it be if he asks for it?

He pouts as Val denies him that kiss at first, but it drops away with a small laugh and a shiver at the sensation of that tongue on his throat.]

Mmm~ Later. [He agrees but hopes that later doesn't come. Something or other will distract Val before too long. Usually Vox. Said pretty little thing doesn't want to think about that, and he meets Val half way, lips eagerly parting, play fighting for control they both know he'll give over to Valentino in the end (and drinking down as much of that poison as he can in the process).]

[papichulo]

[ for as much as he loves to be in control, valentino can be... giving. at the very least, he's capable of presenting the illusion of releasing some control, so when angel meets him with enthusiasm, when he adds a little weight under his palm and twists his tongue over val's... he lets him. he sighs into his mouth, the hand tucked underneath his chin drifting down the column of angel's throat, his fingers gentle at the hollow where his collar bones meet.

the two hands at the bottom of angel's spine flex, lethality teased in the way his fingertips prick through his coat, as if angel needs any sort of reminder that valentino could rip him apart if he really wanted to. if the mood struck him, that he's lucky val's only mildly irritated with him at the moment. he moves his hands to angel's hips again, drags him closer so he's more properly in his lap, so they're practically groin to groin. it doesn't ever take much from angel to get valentino going (sometimes sexually, sometimes in a fit of rage), so it's no surprise he's already hard in his expensive slacks.

valentino catches angel's bottom lip between his teeth, and he bites hard enough to sting a little but not hard enough to break the skin, though he's very tempted. ]

You're my favorite, [ he says against angel's mouth, licking at where his teeth have left shallow little marks. his hand at angel's throat skims lower, fingers carding through his chest fluff, and lower still. ] You know that, don't you?

[harderdaddy]

[That power's part of what drew Angel to Val originally. Along with his charm, obviously, but there was something about that ever present threat, even when things were nice... That Val chose to treat him soft and nice...made him feel small again when so much of hell made his new body feel too tall, made him feel safe. That kind of sentiment feels stupid now, but he still can't quite banish the feeling.

His fingers try to start working open those slacks, hissing softly as he's jostled as those teeth catch, but it's a good ache. Val can handle out both kinds just as easy when he's in the right mood.]

Mmm- I know, Val. [He sighs hotly, trying to guess at how far they are from the tower through the haze and the tinted windows. If they get too far into this there's no way Val won't mark him up, and Angel will bear the blame if it affects the shoot negatively.] I don' deserve you.

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You deserve everything I have to offer, baby.

[ a sentiment that, coming from anyone else, might sound romantic. and maybe it is, at least partially, but it's a sentiment that's laced with venom, too. to valentino, angel deserves his gentleness just as much as he deserves his rage. he deserves valentino's soft touches and quiet praises just as much as he deserves the back of his fucking hand. anything valentino gives him is a result of angel earning it, good or bad, as far as he's concerned.

for now though, valentino's... satisfied. he's distracted enough that his annoyance over angel's attitude earlier is easily pushed aside in favor of arousal. the tower's not that far out by now, but there's still enough time for them to fuck around at least a little bit - and if valentino has to tell the driver to take a couple laps around the block, well. it would hardly be the worst thing.

with a knuckle under his chin, val tilt's angel's face up and then turns it away from him to expose his throat again. he leans down, presses a searing kiss just beneath the edge of his jaw, then another, just below that, scrapes his teeth a little over the tendon in his neck. his voice is low when he speaks, toeing the line between dangerous and seductive. ]

Do you think I deserve you, Angel?

[ careful. ]

[harderdaddy]

[They've been together long enough that Angel can read the double meaning in that even if it's not intentional, and it earns a reflexive nod, before the spider worries that easy acceptance will have Val label his as greedy or entitled, or one of countless names he's been called over the decades.

...That next question though, feels like a trap if there ever was one. Is there an answer that can be twisted to get him into more trouble. He buys himself a little more time with a hushed whine, pushing those trousers open enough that he can work a hand inside to slip dutifully round that cock, like he just can't wait to get his hands on it.]

...every bit you want, Val. You own me.

[papichulo]

[ it's a safe answer, though valentino could have easily found a way to pull it apart and shape it into something he could lash out over, if it weren't for the distraction of angel's hand curling nicely around his cock. he inhales slowly, and as he exhales he sinks down a little into the plush leather seat underneath him, relaxing under angel's touch.

valentino soothes the sting of his teeth at angel's neck with another lazy kiss, then leans back just enough to be able to look angel in the face. he turns his head back toward him with the hand still held under his chin, and val just - looks at him, his expression hard to read but not exactly threatening. he hums a low note in agreement.

he does own angel. every part of him - or nearly, anyway, but he owns enough of him to matter. valentino touches the pad of his thumb to angel's bottom lip and pulls down gently, coaxing him to open his mouth. he runs his thumb slowly across his bottom teeth, then over the sharp points of them, agonizingly slow like he's mapping out the inside of angel's mouth. as if he doesn't already know every inch of angel like the back of his own hands.

he tilts his head, glasses sliding down slightly, and catches a soft sound in the back of his throat in reaction to angel's hand on him. ]

... And if I didn't?

[harderdaddy]

[Feeling Val relax, Angel hopes that maybe he's done enough to stop the Overlord from trying to bait him into saying the wrong thing. He hates this dance, but that's part of why they do it. If Val wants to be mad it has to be Angel's fault, and no matter how many steps he performs right, he'll push until Angel slips up or Val's buttered up enough to forgive in the moment.

And so Angel tries to keep Valentino's mind here, in the pleasure he can bring him, the adoration, fist working him slowly and sighing warmly.

But then Val's looking at him, and Angel feels a twinge of doubt. He doesn't stop stroking him, even as the moth coaxes his mouth open and starts playing. Angel's breath on his fingers trembles slightly, betraying his fear.]

...didn't own me, or didn't want me?

[He words get muffled as he clarifies, careful not to nick the fingers in his mouth.]

[papichulo]

[ the way angel's breath stutters over his fingers does not escape valentino. it catches his attention easily, and for the briefest moment, his thumb pauses underneath the point of a gold tooth. his gaze lifts from angel's mouth and finds his eyes, and his own narrow slightly. ]

Don't play fucking dumb, Angel. [ there's no bite to this, no sharpness in his tone. he uses his stillness to convey a threat, but his voice is quiet, almost gentle. the thumb in angel's mouth resumes its exploration after a moment, swiping lazily over the flat of his tongue, then further in toward the back of it, like he's imagining that tongue elsewhere. his eyes, the entire time, stay on angel's. ] ... I always want you.

[ as if to emphasize this, he flexes his hips subtly, pushing his aching cock into the circle of angel's fist, like a reminder. ]

[harderdaddy]

[His own gaze softens fearfully as those eyes narrow, wanting to turn his eyes away but knowing better than to break in that moment.

It's almost a reflex at this point, Angel's tongue moves and his lips close round Val's thumb to suck on it indulgently, a soft whine in his throat, and his fist working him like that mouth.

Always? He's annoyed by the part of himself that feels a rush a those words even now

It only last a moment, not smart to deny Val his answer.]

I was yours before I signed. M'always your's Val.

[papichulo]

[ fortunately for angel, he says the right thing - or maybe valentino just isn't the in the mood to rip into him anymore, but either way, he seems satisfied by angel's response. his narrowed gaze softens, and he smiles, vaguely fond and small, just enough to tease a flash of the gold in his mouth. ]

You are, [ he murmurs, his eyes finally shifting and breaking the connection with angel's so he can watch his mouth work around his thumb. he exhales a breathy sigh, teeth catching his own lower lip for a moment. he loves the feeling of angel's hands on his cock, but the temptation of his soft, hot mouth is hard to resist. his free hands find angel's hips and squeeze, and then slide down to splay over his thighs where they're spread over his lap. ] Never forget that.

[ angel was valentino's before, he's valentino's now, and he'll still be valentino's after, if he has anything to say about it.

slowly, valentino move his hands back up, and finally, he gives angel some attention, sliding a palm over his crotch. ]

[harderdaddy]

[The softer look still makes Angel's cheek flush, and he mentally berates himself. It always end the same. Always. How many decades is it going to take him to stop feeling that thrill when he sees that side of Val?

There's an easy nod as he hungrily pushes to take more of that digit, the reach far longer that his own.] Never. [He breathes the promise with hot breath against damp skin, his hips arching pleadingly into that touch.]

[papichulo]

[ as the pad of his thumb presses down at the back of angel's tongue, valentino imagines his cock there instead, pushing into the back of his throat where it's warm and tight and perfect like it always is. his hips roll upward into angel's hand, just a single lazy thrust through his fingers, his antennae stiffening slightly and then relaxing again.

never. angel will never not be his. he can play around in that shitty hotel as much as he wants, but valentino will never let him go anywhere he couldn't follow. and he sure as fuck isn't climbing his way up to heaven, wouldn't want to try even if he thought he could, because he has everything he could want down here anyway - so angel's not going anywhere.

practiced fingers creep past the waistband of angel's shorts, teasing against soft fur before he pushes one hand inside, fingertips brushing teasingly against his cock. he smirks at angel, then turns his head to the side to take a drag from the cigarette still burning in his fourth hand, holding the smoke in his mouth. carefully, he slides his thumb out of angel's mouth, swiping some of his spit across his bottom lip, and then he leans his face in close, stopping when their mouths are just an inch apart. with two fingers, he gently taps at angel's jaw, silently commanding him to part his lips, and when he does, valentino leans the rest of the way until there's barely a sliver of space left between them, and he exhales that mouthful of red smoke into angels, nice and slow as his hand teasing angel's cock finally closes around and strokes. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Angel doesn't gag, if he ever did it's been long trained out of him, but he make all the pretty noises he knows Val enjoys when his mouth is busy. He tries to adjust his grip, just tight enough to be a substitute for his throat, but lacking in the warmth and wetness.

He whines softly at that teasing touch and again when he looses the current subject of his oral fixation, but his lips part obediently.

His initial inhale stutters with a gasp as that hand closes round him, and he arches into the touch as he does his best to breathe it all in.

And there it is~

Angel smiles, pushing abruptly to capture those lips, and rutting up into Val's hand, wanting more. It's so much easier like this.]

Val, I need you-
Please~

[papichulo]

[ and there it is.

even as physically close as he is to angel, valentino can see the near-immediate shift in his expression even before he's finished breathing the smoke into his mouth. he can feel it in the way his posture changes, the way angel's body feels against him, the weight of him in is lap, and he thinks - it's so much easier when angel isn't fucking bitching at him. it's so much easier when he's amenable. he enjoys when angel's in a begging mood almost as much as he enjoys it when angel's being a fucking brat, sure, but it's always easier when angel just does what valentino fucking wants.

he smiles when angel does, like it's contagious, but his own is a little subtler, and when angel surges forward to kiss him, val's right there to meet him, teeth catching at his lower lip, tongue pushing into his mouth. he uses his free hands to tug angel's shorts down just a little, just an inch or two. just enough to tug his cock free, just enough so valentino's hand is less restricted and move more freely around him. he smiles against angel's teeth, laughs quietly, almost under his breath, as angel pleads for more. ]

You've got me, mi amorcito. [ he kisses angel again, briefly this time as his hands splay against angel's lower back, carefully pulling him in a little closer as if there's any room even left between them. close enough until their cocks are brushing, at which point he takes his hand off of angel's and holds it up by his mouth, palm toward him. he murmurs, ] Lick.

[harderdaddy]

[So much easier. Until it isn't. But that's a problem for later Angel, this Angel wants to enjoy his time. Everything feels nice when he's like this, even the things that should hurt take a lot to break through the lustful haze.

Val's contagious all on his own, but with his venom, Angel can't possibly resist.

He's good play thing, moaning into Val's mouth, and moving to help when those shorts are tugged lower.

There's a whine swallowed up by that kiss, knowing Valentino is purposefully misunderstanding his plea, but that pink tongue dutifully and thoroughly wets Val's palm, rocking and grinding his own cock against the moth's as much as he'll allow.]

Val- Daddy- please-~

[papichulo]

[ valentino watches like a hawk as angel laps at his palm, his gaze sharp and bright and intense. the slide of their cocks as angel rolls his hips is enough to coax a quiet sound out of him, a quick note caught in the back of his throat and stifled by a rushed exhale. it's enough to draw his attention away from angel's pretty little mouth, eyes darting down to glance between them, to watch as angel grinds against him.

it's the sound of angel's voice that draws his attention back, begging, calling him fucking daddy the way that he likes. valentino looks back up, and as he draws his hand away from angel's mouth, he curls his fingers in slightly and ghosts his knuckles along the edge of angel's jaw, palm still glistening with his spit. he smiles, slow and almost charming, too familiar to the way he used to be with angel before things got - complicated. ]

Mmm. [ he hums, thoughtful, contemplative, like he's considering if angel deserves to get what he wants just yet. val runs his thumb over angel's top lip, touches the bottom gently, right in the center, then drops his hand. ] Since you beg so nicely~

[ long, slender fingers take angel's cock and his own in one hand, and though his hands are big, he can't quite form a complete fist around them. it's comfortable enough though, the circle of his fingers tight around the both of them, his palm warm and slick from angel's tongue as he starts to stroke with a lazy pace, his wrist twisting slowly with every upward tug. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Please, please, oh-, Angel's hips almost still for a moment at that glimpse of the old Val, his lips curling too easily, Valentino's to manipulate in every meaning of the word. Those eyes plead desperately as the moth considers, the rest of the world long gone, it's just the two of them.

There's a grateful sigh even before those fingers close around their cocks, and Angel's face presses against Val to whine prettily until he remembers himself. He forces himself back again so Val an see his face, arching into that perfect grip with a soft sigh that's only for Val. The real sounds are all for Val, unless they're rehearsing.]

Th-hhh- thank you, Daddy, th- fuck- feel so good.

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[ angel corrects himself so valentino doesn't have to - he does have a preference for being able to see angel's face, for the most part, whenever they're fooling around - so val pets one of his hands down angel's side with subtle, unspoken praise. good boy, painted under the skim of his fingers as they trace up the bend in his spine, his other hand twisting so the cup of his palm is more focused around angel rather than split between the both of them. valentino can be giving, just as easily as he can be selfish, if the mood strikes him.

he's not an easy man by any means, but angel's always been somewhat of a... special case, for valentino. it doesn't take much from him to get val worked up; those soft sounds and murmured expletives, the way angel's brows pinch, the way his eyes plead, it all goes straight to valentino's dick, makes his blood feel hot under his skin. valentino watches angel's face, catalogues every micro-expression, every hitch of his breath, his own teeth biting into the inside of his cheek. he wets his lower lip with a pink tongue, and flexes his hips just the slightest bit, pushing his cock through the circle of his hand so it slides counter to the downstroke of his fist, grinds against angel's. ]

... You're welcome. Nngh. You know I always take care of you, Angel baby.

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[Even unspoken, the praise seems to make Angel smile, and his primary hands thread through that soft fluff round Val's neck. He wants to burry his face in it, loves the feel of it on his cheeks when he's oversensitive like this, but he settles for his fingers. Shooting a scene after this is going to be hard, at least if he's supposed start out a brat and not the needy mess he feels now.

His breath shudders and the spider groans, glad to have no (or at least a smaller) audience. The driver might be able to hear, and Vox is almost always watching, but the car gives the illusion that it's just them.]

Always~ So good to me. So- hhh- so good. Please-

[Why couldn't they have this all the time? Because he left- his mind supplies. Why had he done that again?]

Val-

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[ the fur-like scales at his throat like a collar are sensitive, and angel's fingers carding through it pushes a lazy shudder down valentino's spine, starting between his shoulders and rushing down to the bottom, a low, throat groan vibrating quietly in his chest. he tilts his head to one side, letting angel touch wherever and however he wishes; probably one of very few who are even allowed.

it's true that they're not completely alone, but most of valentino's personal staff learn very quickly to make themselves invisible until valentino acknowledges them, so if the driver can hear - and it's very likely they can, because they need to be able to hear valentino and any requests he might have - they are very good at playing unaware. the cameras, of which there are at least two in the back (for "security purposes"), are another story, and whether vox is currently watching or not is hard to say. whether valentino cares or not is also hard to say, but if there's a brief little arc of static electricity around one of the lenses, val doesn't seem to notice.

lifting his hand from angel's back, valentino fits his fingers over the back of his neck, thumb pressing lightly at the hinge of his jaw. he pulls angel forward, closer, and kisses him, tasting his own name on his mouth, cutting it short. the hand closed around their dicks starts to move a little faster, a little sloppy on purpose, and valentino exhales a hot, unsteady breath against angel's mouth. his voice is low and teasing, words murmured against angel's lips. ]

What, Angelito? [ soft, playful almost, which is just as dangerous as it could be genuine. he licks at angel's gold fang. ] Tell me. You want to cum?