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[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?

[papichulo]

[ 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.

[papichulo]

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.