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harderdaddy

[Fuck he's missed this bath. A sweet strawberry scent wafts from the water, always his favourite of Val's array of options, and there's a few bubbles to help conceal his feet. He lets himself relax in the warm embrace, eyes closed until he hears the sound of Val's heel's approaching.

He hums gratefully, sitting up to take a sip of that drink. Setting it down again he folds his top set of arms on the edge of the tub and rests his cheek atop them to watch Val.]

I am~ [There an easy smile, one that grows a little more leering as Valentino strips more away, and he shifts, lifting his chin as the moth looms over him.]

It's fine, Val. Really. I was just...bein' a brat. An' you've made up for it real nice. You gonna let me make up for what I said? [He arches a brow in invitation, nodding towards the water.] You promised if I was good...

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papichulo

[ he did promise. he's made a number of promises over the past couple hours, actually, all of which he intends to fulfill - he hasn't forgotten about allowing angel to delete those photos of - but this one seems the most beneficial to the both of them at the moment.

valentino takes angel's face in one hand, tilting his head up as he leans down to kiss him, his tongue snaking into his mouth while his two remaining hands work his pants open and off; unsurprisingly, there are no underwear to be shed. when he breaks away, he leaves another kiss at the corner of angel's mouth, still leaned in close. ] I did, didn't I? And you were such a good boy...

[ his teeth flash as he smiles, and he takes a sip from his glass before straightening up and stepping over the marbled edge and into the bath. he sinks down into the hot water with a sigh, his back resting against the slanted side of the tub, and spreads his upper arms out along the edge, drink set aside. ]

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harderdaddy

[The photos are all but forgotten at this point, between the sweet words, pleasure and that high he's starting to miss.

Which makes him all the more eager for that kiss, lips easily parting, wanting more of that poison in his system. His eyes strain to catch a peek, and he gives a pleased groan at the sight of him. He puts on his best wide eyed innocent look and nods, some how managing to look sultry while doing it.]

I had a good incentive~

[Val seems in a good enough mood to be playful like this. Of course he should be good because Val fucking says so, and they both know it.

He waits until Val's settled to shift over to him, fingers lighting on that pretty chain delicately as he stole another kiss, and then let himself settle comfortably for a moment so the both of them could enjoy the warmth.]

...I missed this.

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papichulo

[ hidden under the water, one of valentino's lower hands skims behind angel's back and settles at his waist, pulling him in closer to his side. he drags his claws lightly against his hip, up and down in lazy strokes, sharp, but not enough to hurt. enough to tease, enough to tickle, maybe, but that's it. he takes another sip of his drink, and then sets it aside again with a soft tink of glass on marble.

valentino lets angel's confession sit in the air between them for a few long moments, fingers tracing X's on his hip, and then, like he did in the car, he encourages angel to move into his lap with a subtle nudge of his hand. ]

You could have this all the time. [ it's murmured, no need for anything louder in the minimal space between them. valentino pets a hand down angel's chest, fingers wetting down his fluff a little. his eyes flicker up, catching angel's. ] ... You did before.

[ before angel left. before he moved out and started holing up in that shitty hotel. before he decided that everything he could ever want wasn't actually enough. ]

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harderdaddy

[Each little brush of those claws is a show of how gentle Val can be when he wants to. He could tear him to pieces if he wants. Has a few rare times, though that's usually reserved for less consequential people when he's in a rage.

Shifting and settling over Val's lap without a word exchanged between the two, he thinks he might know Val better than most anyone except for possibly the other Vees.

There's a conflicted look, and the words die on his tongue before he can get them out - they didn't. Even then. The good moments didn't make up for the terrible ones, and he tries to remind himself.]

...we'd fight. [He offers finally, opting for a phrasing that gave himself at least half the blame.] I don't like fightin' with you, Val...

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papichulo

So don't fucking fight me. [ valentino doesn't just roll his eyes, but he seems to roll his whole head with them, exhaling an heavy sigh. he says it like the solution to this "problem" is really that simple. as if reason they're ever even at each other's throats is because angel's the one who instigates, which objectively, is just not true. in valentino's mind, maybe it is - he can find any reason, any excuse to blame angel for his rage or his outbursts, but val is equally guilty, if not entirely, of starting shit.

but he doesn't want to argue about this right now. he hasn't forgotten that he's working toward something here, trying to coax angel to come back to him. to come home.

two hands settle at angel's waist, drag up his back and then back down again, claws dragging lightly. valentino looks down at him, their difference in size not quite as exaggerate like this, but still notable. he leans down, brushing a kiss to angel's temple, his cheek. ]

I miss this too. [ val pauses for a moment, considering the weight of his next words. he brushes the next kiss against angel's mouth, light and lingering. ] ... I miss you.

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harderdaddy

Isn't not like I fucking try- [Angel bites himself off with a quiet huff to release that frustration. They're doing so good. He doesn't want today to end bad. Just this one day. He can shut his mouth and let them enjoy this.

And he can see that Val's trying...

Val's touch is soothing, and Angel mirrors it in miniature, fingers skimming over the moth's ribs, lifting his head to accept those kisses, a guilty look falling over his face. He sounds so sincere. And all the reasons for leaving feel increasingly selfish and one sided.]

...I miss you, Val. But- [But what???] ...m'helpin' Charlie with the hotel, an' I'm her only guest now...I'd wanna at least find her someone else-

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papichulo

[ if he has to hear that girl's stupid fucking name one more time. valentino's fingers flex with annoyance, but rather than snap at angel like he wants to, he turns his head away and reaches for his drink, knocking the rest of it back in one mouthful. the mild burn isn't enough of a distraction, so he keeps his mouth busy with the lemon slice in his glass, fishing it out easily with his tongue and piercing it with his sharp teeth.

setting his glass back down, valentino bites the little bit of fruit off of the rind and drops it in his cup to be discarded later. by now, he's had a couple of seconds to let his flash of a temper pass, so when he finally decides to say something, it sounds like they could just be having a casual conversation about the weather, and ot like they're talking about angel fucking off like valentino hasn't given him fucking everything. ]

Mmm. [ a thoughtful hum. valentino reaches toward the edge of the tub with one hand where there's a gold wire basket sitting on the marble, filled with a myriad of soaps and salts, lotions. he plucks a small, soft sponge from the basket and brings it back, dipping it in the water. ] And why are you her only guest now?

[ it's a rhetorical question. val glides the loofah up along angel's back, then forward over his shoulder and against the side of his neck, slow and gentle. he cocks his head slightly, but his eyes are following the path of his hand, deliberately not looking at angel. ]

Is it because the last one died under her protection?

[ val's hand pauses for a moment, and his eyes dart upward to catch angel's. angel could try to deny it if he wanted, but valentino watched that entire fight play out with vox and velvette right here in his penthouse. does he even need to mention the fact that the only reason that snake was even there was because the vees planted him there, and he folded like a coward when he got caught?

two of his hands settle over angel's thighs under the water, thumbs stroking idly back and forth, and he continues with the sponge. ]

You've been there for months, baby. Are you helping? Or are you just... free PR?

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harderdaddy

[Aching muscles are beyond grateful to feel that soft heat as Val washes him, and Angel tries to focus on that instead of the pit of guilt growing in his stomach.]

...we stopped the Extermination. [The one Charlie had brought down early. And no one's really sure what the fall back for slaughtering Adam is going to be still...

His fingers toy with that chain again, an excuse to duck his head. If he is PR he's not doing a very good job if he hasn't managed to lure a single other sinner in all this time.]

I ain't usin' so much? [That's something, right? Maybe that's not such a positive here as it is in the hotel, but Val's been on him before about being too coked out- least when he doesn't want him to be.] An' Char weren't even tryin' ta get me specifically, she'd been askin' all sortsa fucks round my corner before ya dropped me off.

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papichulo

[ before you dropped me off. it sounds, to him, like angel is insinuating that valentino's responsible for putting him directly in charlie's path. it sounds to him like angel is suggesting it's his fault that angel left the tower. left him. valentino's eyes narrow sharply. his hands flex, claws like little pinpricks against angel's thighs.

and then they relax. valentino wants to explode at him, but he deliberately chooses not to. he hasn't put all of this fucking effort into playing nice tonight just to fuck it all up by lashing out. angel would deserve it, don't get him wrong, but valentino's determined to coax angel back to him. maybe it won't happen tonight, maybe it'll take more time, but he'll make it happen one way or another. hopefully, without even having to force his hand.

valentino inhales slowly, deeply, and then exhales. ]

... You could use less here. [ he drags the loofah down the center of angel's chest, across his ribs, down one of his lower arms to his wrist underneath the water. val lets go of the sponge, letting it float and bob to the surface, and ghosts his claws over angel's palm before gently linking their fingers together. ] You know I don't like it when you get... messy.

[ that's not necessarily true; sometimes it's convenient when angel's overindulged. valentino doesn't care, so long as he's benefiting, but there have been a number of times where he's had to be on angel's ass. a number of times where it's actually been dangerous, and valentino's has had to drag his ass somewhere 'safe'. the last thing either of them need is a headline about angel overdosing, even if he'd just come back. it's still bad PR regardless.

but onto the next point. ]

You know... before she started all of that hotel nonsense, we only had to worry about the Extermination once a year. Well - you haven't had to worry about it at all. [ not for a very long time, at least, because valentino has always kept him safe. vee tower has never been directly targeted by the exorcists, and there's probably a reason for that. ] But they came back early this year. And now, you and your little - friends - [ he hesitates to even use that word, biting back a crueler descriptor. ] have killed Heaven's favorite Golden Boy.

[ valentino tuts his tongue quietly, lifting angel's hand out of the water to kiss the back of it. ]

What do you think is going to happen, amorcito? Hmm? I don't think she's stopped the Extermination the way you think she has. If anything, I think she's probably made things worse. For all of us.

[ the verbiage here is careful. valentino makes a point to put the blame on charlie's shoulder's, intentionally avoids grouping angel in with the rest of them, absolving him of any guilt, by association or otherwise.

valentino turns angel's hand over and presses another kiss to his palm, looking at him over the edge of his glasses. he lowers his voice, almost murmuring. ]

I just want you to be safe, mi amor.

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harderdaddy

[In a way it wouldn't have happened without Val, but the same can be said for Angel breaking the rules and leaving the studio to earn that punishment in the first place. Angel tenses, briefly fearful, but Valentino calms himself and leaves the spider feeling guilty for that instinctive fear.

He can see the effort Val's putting in, lets himself believe his primary motivation really is protecting him.]

I know, Val. M'workin' on it...

[And he can't deny he's a little worried himself about what's going to happen. Having a way to fight back instead of hiding every year does feel empowering, but it's possible Heaven will decide to wipe them all out next time...]

They were killin' more of us every year, it was gonna come down to some kinda stand off eventually...

[Right? But his gaze softens, looking up at Val, and those gentle loving kisses.]

You know I can take care a myself when I need to... I want you save too Val, I know you take care of me, but I can look out for you too sometimes if ya let me-

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papichulo

[ there's an argument sitting on the tip of valentino's tongue - the exorcists wouldn't have to ("have to") come down and cull hell's population every year if they simply stopped turning so many people away at their precious little gates for not having lived a picture-perfect life; if charlie were smarter, maybe she could have pitched the idea of a little leniency on the angels' side, instead of an embarrassment of a hotel where sinners have to essentially beg and grovel to be liked and accepted by a bunch of hypocritical assholes - but he says none of this. going back and forth with angel is becoming exhausting. why the fuck anyone would care about clawing their way up to heaven is beyond him.

it should be insulting to him that angel thinks he needs saving from anything, that he needs to be protected. he's a fucking overlord, and he didn't get here by being weak or vulnerable. valentino's not naive enough to believe he's invincible, but he's well aware of his status. rather than take it as a slight against him though, val finds amusement in it instead. it's... cute, almost.

valentino kisses the inside of angel's wrist next, his secondary arms looping around his waist, water sloshing around them gently. he smiles softly, offers a quiet laugh. ]

That's very sweet of you, baby.

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harderdaddy

[That laugh gets echoed softly, and Angel's upper arms reach up to drape over Val's shoulders, hips giving a small teasing roll against him much like they started earlier in the car.]

I'm supposed to be makin' you feel good right now, Daddy not talking 'bout all this.

[They should be enjoying themselves before the novelty of being soft with each other wears off and they're back to fighting.]

M'sorry I got sidetracked.

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papichulo

[ valentino hums a low, appreciative note as angel's hips flex, mouth shaping into a satisfied little smirk. he turns his head slightly to press a biting kiss against the inside of angel's arm where it's draped around his shoulder. ]

Apology accepted.

[ like he's not partially to blame as well. valentino's hands drift, palms settling over angel's ass, encouraging another little roll. ]

Why don't you finish your drink and let me take you to bed.

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harderdaddy

[Angel reaches to grab his drink without unseating himself, taking a long pull from it and continuing that slow roll of his hips with a smirk. The promise of bed reminds him of just how tired he is, but it'll be that much easier to pass out after a good, hard fuck from Val, right?]

Think you can wait that long? [The tease has the slightest hint of bite, given he's almost positive Val denied him his own release but went off and found his.

Angel's don't count on the set, provided they're even allowed. That's work.]

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papichulo

[ val takes the bite in his tone for playful brattiness rather than jealousy - truthfully, he's already mostly forgotten about his quick and dirty rendezvous with vox earlier. which is not to say that it's unimportant or insignificant, but angel has his full attention now, so not much else is on his mind.

he laughs, low and a little dark, and teases back with a grin. ]

I thought we tamed this brat already...

[ without warning, valentino stands and takes angel with him, lifting him up with two hands supporting him under his ass and hoisting him over his shoulder with minimal effort. water goes - pretty much everywhere, splashing a bit over one side of the tub and sloshing around the basin, but valentino doesn't seem to care too much about it. he steps out of the bath onto one of the plush bath mats framing the perimeter, dripping everywhere, and snags a fluffy towel from nearby with one of his free hands. he hands it to angel, and carries him through and out of the bathroom, headed toward where is bed is waiting in the loft. ]

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harderdaddy

[Angel yelps and laughs, clinging to Val, frustrations quickly forgotten as the Overlord makes him laugh like the old days. Poor Kitty will have quite the time cleaning up after them.

There's a playful struggle, nothing serious- and given their practice with both- it should be obvious. He catches hold of the towel and tries to get some of the worst of the damp from his dripping fur, still giggling at the unexpected kidnapping from the bath.]

Might need a reminder~

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papichulo

[ the open loft concept offers plenty of room and an easy view into the main floor, but valentino's bed is still tucked somewhat out of the way, closer to a far corner and away from the overlook for the illusion of a little more privacy. he carries angel from the bathroom, laughing quietly to himself as the spider puts up a playful little fight, and then steps up onto the small, raised platform so he can half set, half drop angel at the end of the bed. the sheets are expensive and silky, as promised.

valentino doesn't bother too much with drying off, unbothered by the trail of wet footsteps he's left between the bathroom door and the foot of his bed, but he does stretch and flutter his wings for a moment, the movement subtle as he turns away from angel and toward the lavish vanity to look for a cigarette. ]

You... [ he starts, picking up a gold cigarette case and flipping it open. valentino plucks a cigarette out with two claws and closes the case with a soft, metallic click before setting it down again. he lights the cigarette with match, which he shakes out, and then turns back around to face angel, taking a drag.

the smoke that dances from the end of it burns white, but when valentino steps forward, when he bends at the waist and takes angel gently by the throat - when he exhales that lungful of smoke, it's red, and it swirls and twists into the shape of a heart around angel's face.

valentino grins at him, his own face framed by the same heart. ] ... Are very spoiled.

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harderdaddy

[Fuck, when's the last time they laughed like this? Why's it so easy to forget all the reasons they don't work as soon as Val spends a few hours playing nice? He tries to stop worrying about it, at least for tonight. He deserves tonight, doesn't he?

Still smiling wide, Angel towels off a little more, secondary hands all ready enjoying the familiar feel of that bedding.

Watching Val, he hangs on that silence with anticipation, throat bobbing eagerly under the moth's fingers. His grin only grows as he finishes, an adoring look on his face as he breathes in that sweet smoke.]

I am. But you like spoilin' me, Daddy~ [Dressing him up, taking him out, jewelry and gifts. Val might not always be free with the 'I love you's but he was very free with his money when it suited him.]

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papichulo

[ it used to almost always be like this, back when things were still... uncomplicated. back when the only hands valentino ever put on angel were gentle ones, when his words were laced with adoration and never with venom. now, nights like this come far less often, and even then, they're not always perfect. but it's easy to pretend. it's easy to say the right things, to touch angel like he's the most precious thing valentino's ever been allowed to call his. and maybe that much is still true, even now.

smiling almost fondly, val leans through the smoke, still in a somewhat hazy shape of a heart, and kisses angel through it, short and sweet, laughing quietly against his lips. ]

I do, [ he agrees. spoiling angel when he deserves it is one of his favorite past times, actually. putting him in expensive outfits, decorating his throat with delicate chains and jewels, showing him off to people who could only dream of knowing what it'd be like to have someone like angel on their arm.

coaxing the towel away from angel with one of his secondary hands, valentino takes it and drops it somewhere off the side of the bed where it's out of the way. the hand at angel's throat squeezes gently, briefly, and then slides from his neck to his chest, pressure under his palm. he hums a low note. ] Lay back for me, Angel. Let me look at you.

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harderdaddy

[The confirmation makes Angel beam with pride. It's hard feeling to explain to others, how he can hate being Val's toy, but love being his possession depending on the day. It makes him feel wanted in a way very little else can come close to touching.

Releasing the towel to Valentino, Angel whines softly at that momentary squeeze, coaxed back easily enough with the pressure alone. He gives his hair a tousle since he hasn't been able to style it, shifting easily into an alluring pose for Val to admire him, expression playing at shy.]

How ya gonna spoil me tonight, Daddy?

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papichulo

[ as angel lays back, valentino straightens up to his full height again to drink him in. he crosses one of his arms over his chest and rests his opposite elbow on the back of his wrist, bringing his cigarette to his mouth for another long drag. red eyes never leave angel, roaming over him like a predator sizing up its prey. tracing every curve, every sharp angle. by now, he knows angel's body just as well, if not better, than his own. by now, one would think his interest would have lessened, but valentino could never tire of the view in front of him. he sees angel half-naked like every other day, spends hours sitting behind a camera watching him do exactly this, but somehow, it's different when it's just the two of them. when they're alone.

val lifts his chin a little when he exhales, sending the plume of smoke up toward the vaulted ceiling. ]

I was thinking about fucking you until you pass out. [ his mouth pulls into a devious little grin, his teeth catching the glow from the neon framing the obnoxious headboard. after a beat, he twists and reaches for where he left his phone on the vanity, grabs, it, and turns back around to snap a couple pictures of angel spread out on the sheets. satan, he's so fucking hot. ] Why, how do you want me to spoil you?

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harderdaddy

Mmmm, that sounds just about perfect~

[Angel's a pro enough to casually shift his pose and expressions to offer those candids a little variety, finding the lens so that gaze is directed right to the viewer.]

Add in a few pretty bruises to remember you by in the morning? [His fingers skirt suggestively along his neck] They'll fade before we gotta shoot again. I like it when you mark me up, Daddy.

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papichulo

[ the viewer, in this case, is just valentino. the number of provocative candids of angel in just his phone alone would be alarming if it weren't for their history - hundreds if not thousands of pictures valentino could sell for a disgusting amount of money if he wanted to, but. he loves the luxury of having things no one else ever will, too much to give up his personal collection for financial gain.

he takes a couple more shots for himself and a quick video of angel trailing his fingers down his throat, and then tosses his phone onto the bed, somewhere out of the way but still within his reach, just in case he decides he wants to add a couple more. he finishes his cigarette, snubbing out in a crysal ashtray on the vanity, and then folds and leans in close again. ]

Oh, is that all you want? [ he teases, his secondary hands finding angel's knees and pushing them apart so there's space for him to crawl onto the bed and in between them. his primary hands skim up angel's torso, a slow and torturous tease over his stomach, across his ribs. val kisses him with teeth, biting at his lower lip and murmuring into his mouth. ] You look so fucking pretty when you're mine.

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harderdaddy

[Knowing these are just for Val's eyes (or Vox's if the perv is watching through the cameras, or spying on Val's phone) makes it feel strangely intimate. Val willingly choosing to hold onto those for himself, rather than whatever he could make off them- in Angel's mind- seems almost like proof that love is still there. That Angel's not just merchandise for him.

He laughs, even as he's slowly caged in by Val's looming presence, and he nods with an affirmative groan. His own fingers catch at the chain and play dirty, encouraging Val to give him more by tugging, just shy of painful, and then that little bit more.]

Show me.