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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.

[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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[ 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?

[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.

[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.

[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.

[papichulo]

[ pulling at that chain is, indeed, a dirty fucking move - but valentino likes it, apparently, if the soft grunt catching in his throat and the way he practically grins against angel's mouth is anything to go by. his fingers flex against angel's torso, claws sifting through soft fur to press at warm skin in the spaces between his ribs. ]

Fucking tease, [ he admonishes, but there's an underlying thread of playfulness in his words. the hands at angel's ribs drift higher, and valentino leans in to kiss him again, tongue dipping and curling into his mouth. his lower hands, splayed over angel's thighs now, skirt along the inside, and then sway up and outward towards his hips, ghosting dangerously close to his cock, teasing intentionally.

and then his hands are gone, lifting of angel at every point of contact, and valentino moves past him. he pushes up onto one knee, and it doesn't take much for him to scale the length of the entire bed, twisting to sit with his back rested against the heart-shaped headboard, one leg outstretched and the other bent at the knee for now. he reaches his two left hands out toward angel, summoning him. ] C'mere, amorcito. I want you in my lap.

[harderdaddy]

[The way Angel grins he seems quite pleased to be called one, breath catching eagerly as he's briefly rewarded.

And then he gets a taste of his own medicine, huffing softly as Val abandons him completely to move up the bed. But he's quick to roll over onto his hands and knees and up crawl after him, making more of a show than he needs to as he swings a leg to settle himself over Val's lap.]

I learned from the best.

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[ one of valentino's hands paws blindly at the sheets off to one side the second angel starts to crawl toward him, and when he finds his phone, he's quick to add one or two more photos of him to his private collection, sharp teeth pressing into his own lower lip in interest. he chuckles lowly as he tosses his phone aside again, and helps angel settle into his lap, two hands settling against his chest and sliding upward to his shoulders. ]

Oh, Angel. Flattery will get you... [ val tilts is head, letting his eyes wander over angel, drinking him in like he's one of the prettier things he's seen in a while. in truth, angel's the prettiest. he wouldn't be as famous as he is if he wasn't - if valentino didn't make damn fucking sure everyone knew it as well.

val's hands slide down angel's primary arms to his elbows, and then back up, up, up, where they close loosely around angel's neck. no pressure yet, just warmth. he leans down, having to bend a ways to compensate for how small angel is by comparison, and murmurs lowly close to angel's ear, tongue flicking teasingly at his neck. ] ... everything.

[harderdaddy]

[Angel almost laughs, feeling a sense of pride every time that phone came up to focus in on him, and not steal Val's attention away instead. He might be a bit more possessive of Valentino than he has any right to be at this point, but he can't control those feels or reason with them, so he's come to accept them, and deal with the shame latter.

He likes feeling small like this, looking up at Val, knowing he could break him if he wanted, but won't. Not fully at least.

Val's hands are always wandering, touching, showing he owns every inch of Angel, and for now Angel wants to be owned.

His teeth catch at his lower lip, and his breaths stutters with a soft groan, hips grinding slowly.]

Ain't flattery if it's true. You made me what am I, Val~

[papichulo]

[ humming a low note in agreement, valentino scrapes his teeth lightly against the side of angel's throat, just above where his hands are sitting like a collar. he exhales hot air over his pulse as angel starts to grind in his lap, fingers flexing lightly around his neck. his other hands find angel's knees on either side of him and travel upward, claws dragging gently until they reach and anchor at his hips, encouraging that slow roll.

moving his face out of the crook of angel's neck, val leaves a kiss at the hinge of his jaw, on his cheek, at the corner of his mouth, his chin. ]

I promised you I would...

[ make him rich and famous, make him a star. give him anything and everything he could dream of, in exchange for just one little thing. and to valentino's credit, he's followed through on every promise spelled out in that contract.

his thumbs shift, nudging gently under angel's chin to coax him to lift his head, hands still circled around angel's neck. valentino leans down to kiss him, almost uncharacteristically soft. a glimpse of the old val. ]

But you were already beautiful when I met you, Anthony. That had nothing to do with me, mi amor.

[harderdaddy]

[Val's delivered, Angel can't deny that. And compared to most contracts Angel's benefited nearly as much as Valentino has. If he didn't blow most of his earnings getting high he'd be loaded, but living with Val it never mattered that much. Val looked after him. Managing his own funds is...not something Angel's great at in the best of times. Self control isn't one of his strengths.

Angel's mask fractures at that name, and all at once he's Anthony, vulnerable and trusting- at least when it comes to Valentino. Val was his first real love...only real love, and Anthony'd craved that acceptance so badly by the time he found it that there was nothing he wouldn't have done for Val.

His hands move abruptly to cling to Val, all four holding fast like he used to.]

Val, you know I love you, right?

[papichulo]

[ the subtle shift in angel's behavior doesn't seem to surprise valentino that much. it's not very often that he calls angel by his old name, and never in front of anyone else, like he knows it's something that only belongs to the two of them now. uttered in quieter moments, landing exactly the way he needs it to.

he shifts his hands from where they're resting near the bottom of angel's throat and moves them to lightly cup his face instead, thumbs passing lightly under his eyes as angel clings to him. his secondary hands move too, leaving his hips and gently carding through the fur over his stomach and his ribs in a way that's meant to be soothing, palms broad and warm and strong.

does he know that angel loves him? more recently, he's questioned it. if angel loves him, then why was it so easy for him to fuck off to that shoddy hotel across town? if angel loves him, why is it so fucking hard to convince him to come back? valentino has given him everything.

he says nothing even close to this. valentino recognizes the vulnerability in the way angel's all but curled himself around him, and chooses his words carefully. ]

Baby, [ he starts, quiet, close. val lifts one hand away from angel's face so he can brush some of his hair back and away from his eyes. ] Of course I know.

[ he brings his hand back to hold angel's face, gentleness in every touch. valentino tilts his head, thumb ghosting under angel's bottom lop. ]

You know I love you. Don't you?

[harderdaddy]

[Some part of Angel insists they've done this song and dance before, and is again silenced. Letting himself enjoy this while he has it doesn't have to mean he doesn't see at least some of what Val's doing. If he wants it too does that even make it wrong?

He lets himself smile with a softness that doesn't often reach his face these days, something real and soft, unguarded despite all the mutual hurt they've thrown at each other over the decades.

Nuzzling his cheek into that hold, there's a flicker of tension in his face as the question's volleyed back, and even though it's followed by a quick and sure nod, there's guilt on his face for that moment of doubt.]

Yeah. Yeah, I know. 'Course I know.

[papichulo]

[ it may only be for a moment, but valentino catches the brief hesitation. he catches the way angel's soft expression hardens just the slightest bit, like a mask flickering in and out of existence. it reminds him, vaguely, of vox, but valentino decides not to follow that thought any further. he'll have plenty of time to think of him some other time, when angel's not naked in his lap and soft under his hands and... doubtful, apparently, of his devotion.

it pisses valentino off. it gets under his skin, but not in a way that makes him want to lash out with violence or a razor sharp tongue. not yet, anyway. he can't quite explain it, but his hands on angel's torso still for a moment, and then they slide around to his back, arms secured around him in what basically amounts to a loose hug.

for a few long seconds, val doesn't say anything. he cradles angel's face in his primary hands, following the softened edges of his jaw with his thumbs, tracing under his mouth, following underneath the subtle curve of his smaller eyes. his own face is carefully arranged in a way that makes him mostly unreadable, but then his eyes narrow as if in thought before they seems to relax again. ]

I haven't been very... kind to you, lately, have I? [ 'lately' is generous. one could argue valentino hasn't been kind in a very long time, but he does have his moments. like now, perhaps. it doesn't really seem like there's any kind of trickery laced into the question. it's not a trap, necessarily, even if the sentiment might not be entirely genuine.

when valentino is unkind, there's always a reason for it. if he's ever cruel, it's because it's deserved. his kindness is earned just as easily as his brutality. that's how he sees it, at least.

here though, right now, valentino needs to earn angel's favor. he needs to replace that doubt with reassurance, with confidence, if not for angel's sake, then for his own. the more he can sway angel back to him, the quicker he'll have him back in the tower where he belongs.

valentino winds his arms a little tighter, and though the words feel almost foreign and bitter on his tongue, he says them anyway, quiet, and with no follow-up excuse or justification for his alleged unkindness. ] ... I'm sorry, mi amor.

[harderdaddy]

[That silence stretches on and Angel worries he's gone and spoiled it all. Val doesn't strike him. Doesn't yell. He's being soft still, but Angel can't read him and that usually spells some kind of danger. He tries to drink in those last moments of calm, leaning faintly into his touch.

He blinks in surprise at Val question, head tilting like he doesn't fully understand, or is trying to work out where exactly the trap is. Because agreeing has to wrong, doesn't it? He hesitates, averting his gaze, which is an answer itself.

Those arms hold him tight and safe, and then that rare combination of words he so rarely hears. I'm sorry. Angel tries to fold in closer to Val, shaking off that apology that he's needed so badly to hear.]

It ain't just you, Val. I...I shouldn't've left without talkin' to ya first, I just-....I was scared.

[He's not sure why exactly he's apologizing now, but it pours out of him desperately.]

I'm sorry, Val.

[papichulo]

[ the fact that angel is avoiding looking him in the eyes tells valentino enough, but he doesn't make any move to force the eye contact they way he might have done if he were in a different mood. if he's honest with himself, he doesn't think he treats angel that badly. sure, they get into fights, and sometimes valentino has to get... creative, in making sure angel remembers his fucking place, but - valentino also gives him almost anything he wants. jewelry, new clothes, a fuckload of money to blow on anything and everything. drugs, sometimes, when he has them on hand, or when angel asks very nicely. valentino has given him wealth and fame and love. a couple bruises now and then seems like a very small price to pay in exchange.

but whether or not he believes his unkindness is justified is irrelevant. his apology doesn't actually have to mean anything, it just has to sell. angel tucking himself in closer to valentino lets him know that it's believable enough. val lets his hands fall away from angel's face as the spider leans in closer, moving them and draping his arms loosely around angel's shoulders instead, hugging him with both sets now. one of his wings, draped out of the way so it doesn't get caught up underneath him, lifts and folds over angel's lower body like a soft sheet.

angel's apology doesn't surprise him necessarily. he hears them often enough that sometimes he comes to expect them, but right now, it's the admission of being scared that intrigues him. scared of what, exactly? what valentino might have said, if angel had come to him asking to leave? what could he possibly expect other than straight up refusal? maybe he was right to be afraid.

valentino doesn't ask. instead, he tilts his head a little so he can look down at angel and see his face a bit more properly, hands gently rubbing up and down his back. he sighs, though it's not angry. ]

... You scared me, baby. [ is that true? maybe, maybe not. he was definitely fucking angry when he realized angel hadn't come back to the tower in days, wasn't answering his texts or his calls, wasn't on any of the familiar corners. but scared? only valentino knows the truth. ] I woke up one morning, and you were gone.

[ valentino pets a hand down the back of angel's neck, then back up, fingers idly tracing around the shape of the pink heart in angel's fur at the back of his head. like he's god the placement memorized, probably because he does. ]

And when it started getting late, and you hadn't come back... [ his other primary hand slides underneath angel's chin, lifting his face to make him look at val this time. sell, sell, sell - though this time, there might be some truth in his words. at least once, before he knew the truth, it might have crossed his mind that angel could have been in actual danger. ] I was worried something had happened to you. You weren't answering any of my calls or texts. And I don't have to tell you how fucked up some of the drooling perverts who obsess over you can be when the think they have even an inch of power.

[ finally, he cranes himself down so he can brush a kiss against angel's mouth. ]

I still worry, Angelito. Every night you're not here.

[harderdaddy]

[It's safe in Val's arms (tonight at least), the added comfort of that soft and pretty wing soothing Angel momentarily.

The response seems to surprise Angel, lifting his gaze briefly like he hadn't considered that. Valentino- scared? It's the sort of worry he's come to expect from the residents of the hotel (to the point of smothering at times), but whenever he's gone missing in the past it's the anger he remembers. But maybe he's not being fair... He doesn't resist the hand turning his gaze, and his brow crease with guilt.]

...I wasn't thinkin' about how it'd make ya feel, Val-

[He mirrors the kiss with a few apologetic ones of his own.]

M'safe there, but...I shouldn't've done that to you... I'm sorry, Val.
Maybe...I can spend more time here with you again...outside of filming?

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[ immediately, there's an argument on the tip of his tongue, hot and biting like acid - you were safe here, you're a fucking sitting target there now, i protect you and i take care of you and this is how you fucking repay me? - but he swallows it down. his fingers flex slowly against angel's back, tension under the press of his fingers, but it could easily be mistaken for a brief, kneading massage instead of his anger being redirected somewhere less likely to incite a fight.

when valentino kisses angel again, it lacks some of the softness of the ones that have come before, but it still starts out slow. there's subtle desperation in the scrape of his teeth against angel's lower lip, a sigh exhaled past his lips before he licks into his mouth, hand sliding from under his chin to the back of his neck, his other arms tightening even more around him as if there's any space left to close between them.

but it's brief, and val breaks away after a few moments so he can speak, but he doesn't go very far at all, still very much in angel's space. close enough that his mouth ghosts against angel's with each word. ]

Mm... I would like that, amorcito.

[ it's not exactly what he wants, but it's something. a stepping stone toward everything being exactly as it was before. ]

[harderdaddy]

[The restraint works in Val's favour, Angel can't remember the last time compromise came calmly when it wasn't Angel making accommodations to make him happy. It gives him hope that this really might work this time. All they needed was a bit of space.

There's hardly any space between them at the moment, and Angel seeks to deepen the kiss, but has to wait. His lips curl and he pushes forward to show his appreciation with a more heated kiss, breaking long enough to acknowledge-]

So would I, Daddy.

[papichulo]

[ valentino meets him in the middle, leaning down the second he notices angel start to push up, the hand at the back of his neck guiding angel right to him. he matches the intensity, mouth opening, tongue tasting and teasing, and when angel breaks away this time, however brief, val tilts forward slightly as if to chase after him, only stilling when he speaks.

the grin that spreads over his face is almost impish. slow and wide, teeth sharp and reflecting the neon framing the bed, eyes narrowed devilishly. the way angel says that - daddy - sounds like they're getting back on track, serious conversation and bitter feelings being left behind, or at the very least, shelved for another time. valentino can't find it in him to complain. he did promise angel he'd fuck him until he passed out, and val never makes a promise he doesn't intend to keep.

without much warning, the wing draped over angel lifts moves out of the way with a bit of flair, and valentino braces his hands against angel's back so he can flip their positions; angel with his back against the headboard, and valentino in front of him with a knee on either side of his legs and his secondary hands braced against the mattress up by angel's hips, practically caging him in. ]

Where were we, baby? [ he smirks at angel, brows lifting briefly as he peers at him through his glasses. his primary hands touch and tease, one trailing down his chest through the soft fluff, the other ghosting the tip of a claw along the line of his jaw. he leans in, following the invisible line with his mouth, pressing one slow kiss, and then another and another, all the way down the side of his neck. when he murmurs, it's close to angel's ear, and he teases his pulse with a slow flick of his tongue. ] I think you were saying you wanted some pretty bruises...

[harderdaddy]

[That grin can be terrifying at times, but not now. Angel can see the promise and hunger in that look, and it makes his own grin spread over his face. And soon he's laughing in surprise again as Val moves him, a breathless smile on his face as he looks up at the man caging him in. Delight shines in his mismatched eyes, feeling his adoration grow to levels that are sure to leave him hurt.

He sighs with want as those hands wander and that claw plays dangerously. That neck is eagerly displayed, Angel lifting and twisting his chin to give Val access to a blank canvass to leave his marks on.]

Uh huh~ Please Daddy. So many. I want to feel you everywhere.

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When I'm done with you, [ valentino starts, peppering open mouthed kisses against the column of angel's throat, a gentle tease of what's to come, ] You won't even be able to breathe without being reminded me of.

[ ideally, that's how valentino would have it all the time, but. he's a busy man with things to do and people to... also do. there's just not enough time in the day to fuck angel to melting the way he often wants to, and angel moving out doesn't exactly help, but they've argued about that enough for one night.

sharp teeth tease along the soft, exposed tendons of angel's neck, valentino's long tongue lapping over the gentle sting like a hot balm. his two primary hands lift off of angel, bracing on either side of him against the mattress to bear his own weight, his secondary pair moving quickly to replace them on angel's body. they find his narrow waist, then drift lower to his hips, his thighs, skimming along the inside and gently easing them even further apart so he can settle more comfortably between them, his erection not-so-subtly pressed into the soft fur of angel's inner thigh. ]

Every inhale, every fucking blink - [ he closes his mouth against the side of angel's throat, sucking hard, tongue teasing through soft fur to hot skin, his hips grinding slightly. ] - You'll see my face, baby.

[harderdaddy]

[Those promises make Angel shiver, and he swallows thickly as his mind conjures up countless memories of the aftermath in which Valentino has very much followed through on those words.

His fur's damp and tinged pink from Val's saliva, a living map of the path of that tongue. His lower hands shift to grip under his knees and help hold his thighs apart. His eyes slide closed with a groan, rocking to try and meet those hips, sure he can see it all ready.]

Nothin' without you, Val.