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[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-

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[ 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.]

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[ 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?]

[papichulo]

[ 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. ]

[harderdaddy]

[The tension spikes for just a moment at that first touch, but he quickly relaxes into it and breathes a grateful sigh.

His lips curl at the compliment, drinking them in while Val's still in the mood to hand them out. Watching them in the mirror they like different people...happy. Angel nuzzles into that fluff and turns his head finally to press a matching kiss to Val's with a smile, eyes still trained on their reflections.]

Love you, Val.

[He nods faintly and pulls his robe a little tighter. It's not the first time he's made the trip like this. Hell, he's plastered naked all round this tower, there's not much reason to be bashful about it.

He sets his phone on the vanity, hoping Val will read it as not wanting to be disturbed while they're alone tonight, but mostly he doesn't want Val snooping.]

I can't wait to feel those sheets again.

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[ valentino does not say it back. it's not as if he's never returned the sentiment - he's told angel he loves him more times than he can count, but these days, more often than not, those three little words come as a soothing balm to hard blows, verbal or otherwise. that's not to say that he's never murmured them in quieter moments, or that he doesn't find time to remind angel that he loves him when he's in one of his better moods - but valentino deliberately withholds the sentiment for now.

he communicates it in other ways, though. valentino smiles at angel's reflection, moving his hands from where they're massaging his shoulders so he can cross his dominant arms over angel's chest instead, holding him tight and close, lips finding his cheek, his jaw. he doesn't miss the way angel sets his phone aside, bright red eyes following the movement of his hand, curious. suspicious. but he doesn't say anything about it, his eyes finding angel's in the mirror again. if he wants to convince angel that living in the tower was in his best interest, then he needs to keep control of his temper, at least for now.

valentino meets angel's gaze in the mirror again, and he stands to his full height, letting his fingers skim up angel's chest as he straightens. he offers one of his hands, gold rings glinting under the soft vanity lights. ]

Then let's not waste any more time, amorcito. Come on.

[harderdaddy]

[It's stopped hurting quite so much when he doesn't hear it. At least that's what he tells himself. He doesn't volunteer it quite so often these days either if he's being fair, and Angel's mind manages to twist his hurt round on himself without Val even needing to say a word.

The possessive hold is nicer in moments like this, when it doesn't feel entirely designed to show Angel who he belongs to, and he smiles taking the offered hand and rising once he's released. His other hands try to readjust the robe again as they step out of his dressing room, and he finds himself glad there's not too many people around at this hour to see him heading up instead of out. He tries to bury that shame, the one that feels remarkably similar to what he feels each and every time he relapses after trying to quit for any amount of time.]

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[ on the other hand, valentino feels no shame in leading angel to his penthouse. their relationship, as loosely defined as it is, is hardly a secret, at least not among those employed by the vees, and valentino would just - rip anyone apart who had anything critical or less-than-positive to say about it anyway.

that being said - it is relatively quiet at this hour. mostly everyone has wrapped up and gone home, and any stragglers are smart enough to make a point of ignoring angel and valentino alltogether, like the two of them are ghosts. valentino opens his hand a little around angel's, but only so he can slot their fingers together, giving his hand a light squeeze as he leads him along. fortunately, the trek from the studio to the penthouse isn't terrible, and it's not long before he's letting angel inside, holding the door open with two hands and ushering him past the threshhold.

with the doors closed and locked behind them, valentino turns angel around to face him. he slides a hand under his chin, lifts his head carefully. his thumb strokes across his smarted cheek, head tilting slightly like he's checking for any lasting marks that won't be gone by morning. he seems satisfied enough. ]

You did well, baby. [ valentino's hand drifts from under angel's jaw, ghosting down the column of his throat. two of his fingers slide underneath the collar of his robe, following the hem down where it crosses over his chest. ] Why don't you take a hot bath, hmm?

[harderdaddy]

[It's been a while since he's been in this space, but it still feels familiar. Like home if not entirely safe.

He lifts his head and watches as Val examines his so gently, that guilt rising again for whatever doubts have been bubbling away in his mind.

His fingers release the hold on his robe, and he smiles softly before nodding, shoulders loosening up at the thought.]

You wanna join me, Daddy?

[papichulo]

[ outside of valentino's temper, the penthouse is safe. it's one of the safest places angel could be, all things considered. in the years that valentino's known him, the annual threat of extermination has never touched angel here in the tower, and valentino has always provided him with everything he could possibly need. here, with valentino, he's untouchable, unless valentino says otherwise.

running the back of his knuckles down the center of angel's chest, valentino smiles at him quietly, his other hands working at sliding a set of gold cuffs off of his own wrists. ]

If you'd like me to. [ of course he wants to join him, but presenting angel with the option to bathe and relax alone is calculated. it's supposed to make him feel like he has a choice, like he has freedom - and he does. have a choice, at least, and for once, it doesn't seem like there's a wrong answer, no looming threat.

valentino steps around angel, and he hands off some of his jewelry to kitty, who seems to appear out of nowhere before zipping off again. he turns then, hands beginning to roll down his sleeves, fingers unbuttoning the cuffs. ] Do you want a drink? I'll bring it to you.