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[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.

[harderdaddy]

[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-

[papichulo]

[ 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?

[harderdaddy]

[It's a privilege Angel enjoys, and is always a good sensory cue for him when he's either blissed out or too high. Face or hands buried in that collar and he knows right where he is. His fingers scritch delicately, almost muscle memory at this point.

He's pulled forward easily, and his groans get swallowed up until Angel is suddenly breathing heavy and trying to remember how to connect his brain to his mouth.]

Uhhuh~ [He whines, struggling with his words, and nodding weakly as he's distracted by that tongue and those lips and-] Yes- hhh- please, please I wanna cum, Daddy-

[papichulo]

[ the car rolls to a very slow stop right about when valentino expects it to, and truthfully, he's conflicted. the part of him that's got his dick in his hand wants to tell the driver to circle around the block to buy them a couple more minutes so they can finish up, because he's almost certain he's got angel right at the edge - but the director side of him, the creative part of him knows this is a good opportunity for the shoot waiting for angel in the studio, even if it means val will personally suffer a little for it.

but it's not as if angel's not staying, at least for the night.

valentino's hand slows and shifts so he's only stroking angel, dragging his fist from tip to root before his hand stills entirely. he kisses angel, nips at his bottom lip with sharp teeth, and then takes his hand off of him all together, tugging his shorts back up for him and tucking him neatly inside. ]

Sorry, baby, [ he murmurs, touching the side of his face with one hand while he tucks himself back into his own slacks with his others. valentino kisses the corner of his mouth, pets his hand down the column of angel's throat, lifts his hips for one last brush of friction. maybe he'll go find vox after he sends angel off to wardrobe. ] If you're good for the camera, I'll take care of you after.

[harderdaddy]

[The car slowing is barely registered by Angel, but Valentino's hand slowing is, a pleading whine falling from his lips as he's left right on the edge of pleasure and then denied. His fists curl to keep from finishing the job himself, and he leans into Val's last fleeting touches with a desperate sound, begrudgingly nodding his head.]

...yes Val.

[His hands fall away, resigned to wait. Filming may or may not allow his release, hard to guess with brat taming, but if he begs real pretty maybe he'll be allowed?]

I'll be good~

[He shifts to try and climb off of Val's lap, wincing a little and squirming to try and make that ache fade.]

[papichulo]

[ with angel out of his lap, valentino takes a few seconds to smooth out his clothes and make sure he's at least somewhat presentable and put together. there's not a high chance very many people will see him in the short distance between the car and the tower, but if there's one thing that's true about val, it's that he doesn't like to be caught at a bad angle, of which, in his opinion, there are very few.

he seems relatively unbothered that he, too, is denying his own release (at least, for now), and leans forward to grab his drink out of the closest cup holder. val knocks the rest of it back, ice clinking in the glass, and makes a vague gesture toward angel and the door with one of his free hands. ]

Well, what are you waiting for? The sooner you finish the shoot, the sooner I'll take you to bed, baby.

[ the sooner angel can sleep is probably what he should say, but if valentino's really only got him for a night, he's not going to let it go to waste. and besides, he's fairly confident he can find a way to convince angel to stay longer than that. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Val's smoke makes it difficult to will his body into a more relaxed state, so he tries to focus on a slightly more sober state instead.

Crawling across the seat to open the door he stumbles slightly, and he prays the brief moment of fresh air will help clear his mind enough that he doesn't manage to face place on pavement. But on his feet it isn't so bad. Val hadn't actually given him that much, and his body is used to correcting for whatever high he has on a given day.]

Mmmm, I'll get it in one shot. You gonna be on set, Daddy?

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[ once angel's out of the car and out of the way, valentino climbs out behind him with more grace than anyone his height should have, nudging the door closed with his hip and adjusting his glasses so they sit more comfortably on his face. he puts his cigarette out with a pinch of two fingers, and looks down at angel.

he really is too pretty for his own good. sometimes, it pisses angel off. sometimes, valentino fucking loves that angel is bound to him, that angel is his in no uncertain terms. more frequently, it's the latter, which is lucky for angel.

valentino smirks at him, a mix of something mysterious and fond, and takes a step toward him, and then another, taking angel bu the shoulder and turning him around so the can walk together. his hand moves from his shoulder to the middle of his back, where it stays. ]

Of course I will. [ he says this like angel's silly for even asking. ] I have something I need to take care of first, but I should be finished by the time you're ready to shoot.

[ and if he's not, travis can handle getting shit rolling at the very least. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Val looks downs and Angel looks up. Outside of the studio there's so few demons Angel has to look up to, but here, and with Val- he's always looking up. Small. Vulnerable.

He turns and the walk is familiar...comforting. That hand guiding and claiming his stake, as if anyone in hell doesn't know who Angel Dust belongs to.]

Wardrobe handled or do I gotta pick somethin' out?

[papichulo]

[ as the car pulls away behind them, valentino guides angel inside the tower and into the main lobby, leading him toward the elevators by the far side. he glances up casually toward the nearest camera for only a moment, and then presses the button to call the elevator down.

during the couple seconds that the two of them are kept waiting, valentino appears to be contemplating angel's question. truthfully, the shoot was pulled together kind of last minute, so the details are kind of... loose. there is, technically, an outfit waiting for angel, but it's nothing overly-specific to the shoot itself, and hardly the focus.

valentino slides his hand up angel's spine to the back of his neck, squeezing gently, almost comfortingly before he lets his fingers drift again, lingering in the space between his shoulders. he looks down at angel and smiles at him, somewhat soft and fond though it's hard to tell if it's genuine. valentino is, after all, very good at presenting himself in the best light when he wants to. ]

Whatever's easiest for you, baby. Wardrobe has been picked out for you already, but if you'd rather wear something else... I trust your judgment.

[ does he? or does he know angel wouldn't do anything to compromise or sabotage the artistry and composition of a shoot by choosing something unacceptable? ]

[harderdaddy]

[For how their night started, Valentino's been very accommodating now, all smiles and soft touches. Trust even. A sober Angel might've been more suspicious. Even high he knew there was a balancing act to be played, and he smiles easily back up at Val.]

Nah, I like wearing what you pick out for me, Val. You always make me look good.

[Just wear whatever they tell him to, play the brat for the cameras, get fucked and then he's done...he can handle that. And if he's good Val will be good to him.

The doors chime and Angel steps inside.]

[papichulo]

[ it's always a balancing act, a scale to be tipped one way or the other. sometimes all it takes is the wrong choice of words, or misplaced attitude, sometimes valentino's just having a bad day and it takes almost nothing to set him the fuck off. sometimes, all it takes is a smile from angel to tip things over into his favor. what valentino is up to right now, with all of his gentle touches and quiet promises, is anyone's guess, but he's definitely up to something.

as angel steps into the elevator, valentino follows after him and comes to stand beside him, his hand a steady point of contact between his shoulders. he presses the button for the studio floor, then turns toward angel slightly, using another hand to touch the side of his face, to tilt his chin up toward him. valentino leans down so he's close, and he says, ]

You make it so easy, you look good in everything. [ he leans the rest of the way to brush a kiss against angel's mouth. ] ... And in nothing at all.

[harderdaddy]

[Lifting his gaze at Val's prompting, Angel smiles easily, rocking up to help meet those lips. He's still not quite calmed down from the limo, and with those pheromones in his system he pushes to try and deepen the kiss with a whine. There's no way he can get what he wants in the time it takes the elevator to, but it doesn't stop that want.]

You promise- once the shoot's done, you promise?

[Isn't it nicer when Angel's begging for it rather than putting up a fight?]

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[ like angel, valentino's also still somewhat keyed up from the limo, so he allows the little bit of needy desperation from angel, lingering to kiss him a little more properly for a few seconds, tasting that soft little whine in his mouth. he pulls away shortly after, smoothing his thumb over angel's cheek in reassurance. ]

Mm. [ he chuckles quietly, almost under his breath, amused and pleased by angel's begging. he's so much more attractive when he's practically melting in valentino's hands. ] Promise. We'll get through the shoot, and then I'll take care of you. How does that sound, mi cariño?

[harderdaddy]

[Nodding eagerly, gratefully, everything all at once, Angel holds onto that promise. Sure, he's going to be fucked in the shoot, and maybe he'll get off, but that's not the same. He needs Val.]

Sounds perfect, Daddy.

[His smile softens at Val's phrasing, painting a picture where the pair of them have to suffer through the shoot together. And it makes him that much more agreeable when his mind can lean into that belief that they're approaching this as a team. Never quite equals, but needing each other...]

[papichulo]

[ in his experience, angel's always so much more amenable when valentino positions himself on angel's side instead of opposing him. the phrasing is intentional, meant to offer a sense of reassurance and understanding - yes, it's late and angel's tired, but at least he's not alone. at least valentino's there to support him, to make sure he's safe and comfortable on set, to weather the late night together with him. to take care of him afterward. it's an act, for the most part, but it's a good one.

when the elevator doors chime and slide open, valentino presses his hand to angel's lower spine and guides him forward and out, but instead of leading him toward the studio, he stops in the hallway instead. ]

I'll see you soon. [ val touches angel's face with the back of his hand, skims his fingers underneath angel's chin. he looks at angel's mouth, like he's tempted to kiss him again, but he resists and steps away instead, nudging angel in the opposite direction with a hand on his chest. wherever valentino is going, whatever it is he has to take care of, it's - away from the studio. toward his bedroom near the opposite side of this floor, more specifically.


when valentino eventually shows up in the studio, he's maybe only a few minutes late. his entrance isn't subtle, but it's not particularly distracting either, but he seems... relaxed. maybe very slightly disheveled, but he sinks into his chair and casually wipes his thumb against the corner of his mouth, his eyes on the scene before him. travis hands him a script, which is pretty bare bones and calls for a lot of improv, and valentino barely flips through it, his eyes finding angel instead. ]

[harderdaddy]

[Swept off into wardrobe and makeup, Angel tries not to think about where Valentino's gone. Tries to push down that pointless jealousy that has his eyes flicking towards the countless 'security' cameras that haunt him in this place.

By the time Val returns it's obvious enough what he's been doing, Angel's eyes very briefly finding his before his character spits a biting remark, dripping with sarcasm, and very quickly pays for. The slap helps jar Angel to his senses, burying those bitter feelings before he has to live through this brat taming in real life as well.]

[papichulo]

[ the sound of a palm connecting with angel's cheek doesn't seem to faze valentino at all, his gaze never wavering as the scene plays out, though it's rare for him to even blink at any form of scripted brutality; it's the real, authentic shit (or as close as one can get to authenticity in this industry) that sells best, after all. even so, there are limits - if valentino thought they were being pushed, he'd call for a cut and correct the behavior. as it stands, one little slap isn't enough to bruise angel's pretty face, so he lets the cameras continue to roll, watching with a steady gaze.

overall, it's a fairly easy shoot. valentino only calls cut twice, once for an alternative line delivery and once for a boom mic dipping into the frame, but otherwise the whole thing goes surprisingly smoothly. wrapping goes pretty quickly, the studio emptying out perhaps a little faster than usual, the set crew ready and eager to call it a night. valentino dismisses angel and his scene partner before anyone else though, and it's only once everyone's cleared out that he goes to find angel in his dressing room. ]

[harderdaddy]

[At least the shoot went smoothly. Angel's a frustrated mix of exhausted and horny by the time they're done, and starting to sober up. But he's done for the night...for real this time. He strips down and cleans himself up as best he can. He's still in his robe by the time Valentino let's himself in, sitting at his makeup table and debating whether he should take it off or let Val enjoy the full face.

He flashes a tired smile back at Val through the mirror before he turns his head.]

How'd I do, Daddy?~ M'almost ready, I just gotta get dressed and stuff.

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[ coming to stand behind him, valentino looks down at angel and lets his primary hands settle on his shoulders. he squeezes gently, thumbs massaging into tense muscle, and offers a small smile of his own down at him. there's practiced fondness tucked into the corners of it, but there's a thread of possessiveness in the shape of it, too. valentino's second pair of hands skim down angel's back and settle near the bottom of his spine, kneading there too. ]

Perfect. As always. [ not "as always", because the number of times valentino's lost his temper on set over angel not performing to whatever ridiculous standard on any given day is probably too high to count, but that's neither here nor there. he practically folds himself in half to lean down, and presses a lingering kiss against angel's cheek, the same one his scene partner had slapped numerous times. when he pulls away, he doesn't straighten up, but stays leaning over angel instead. he looks at him in the mirror, face tucked close to the side of his neck, the fluff circling his neck brushing against angel's jaw. ] Stay like this, baby. If you want.

[ getting dressed seems kind of pointless when valentino has every intention of taking angel back to his room and peeling him out of everything anyway, but if that's what angel wants to do, valentino won't stop him. for once. ]