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One of the greatest discoveries that Valentino had ever made was the fact that Alastor was ticklish. It had happened purely by accident, of course, just a gentle brush of fingers against Al's side when they were getting changed one morning, a small huff as the deer had jerked away from the touch.
Then, being the curious man that he was, Valentino just had to explore that further and, lo and behold, he became privy to the well kept secret that even a few seconds of tickling could have Alastor rolling on the ground with raucous laughter.
Naturally, Valentino took advantage of that as much as possible. It didn't matter how many times Alastor complained about being betrayed by the one sinner he cared about most, he would always come back to the pimp, and then Val could grasp at Alastor's thin waist again, and bring about his new favourite sound.
It was on one such night, with Alastor trying in vein to escape from Valentino's four arms, that the pimp made another discovery.
"Val!" Alastor gasped, kicking out with his legs, "Stop! Stop, I-I gotta-" He trailed off into more breathless giggles, clutching hard enough at Valentino's arms to draw blood, but that didn't bother the pimp.
He freed one hand to cup it around his antennae, "What was that, Bambi? 'Fraid I couldn't hear you."
"I g-gotta- Val, I gotta-!"
More protests were silenced by another guffaw, Alastor's legs thrashing.
Valentino grinned down at the smaller sinner, "Still not making any sense, baby."
"I gotta pee-!" Alastor squeaked.
Almost as soon as the words left his mouth, he fell still, eyes wide.
Val paused, opened his mouth to express his concern-
But then he heard the sound of trickling water, or- not water.
Alastor was looking at some spot over his shoulder, face a bright red, smile wobbling, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes. His legs were clenched shut, and his hands had a death grip on Valentino's arm.
Neither of them moved until the sound finally stopped, wrapping them in an awkward silence.
The larger Overlord risked a glance down, saw the way the front of Alastor's pants were soaked, the same going for the hem of his shirt. When he shifted his hips, it was accompanied by the sound of sopping fabric shifting together.
"I told you I had to pee..." Alastor whispered.
"You did." Valentino agreed, "You did, Al, shit-" He gently pried fingers from his arm and cupped the man's face, brushed away tears, "I'm so sorry-"
"No, I-" Alastor swallowed, "I've lied before, I don't blame you. I just- I would like to clean up now."
"Yeah, of course." Val coughed, sitting up and reluctantly dropping his hands to his sides.
Alastor sat up too, wincing slightly. He looked at Valentino, then quickly turned away again, the red of his face somehow deepening a shade or too. He stood up on shaking legs, one hand moving to hold Val's shoulder for balance. A second or two passed before he leaned down to place a kiss on his lover's cheek, "I'm sorry about your carpet."
"Don't worry about it, Al. It's no problem. Really." Valentino assured him, "Carpets can be cleaned, or replaced if need be." He brushed his knuckles against Alastor's cheek and the deer leaned into the touch, then stood and was quickly whisked away by the shadows, leaving Val alone.
He let out a ragged groan, doubling over until his forehead was pressed to the floor. He shifted his legs, lifting himself onto his knees with his ass in the air, and used his lower pair of hands to release his aching erection from his too tight pants.
Fuck.
Valentino was leaking so much precum that he didn't even need to worry about lube, and he jacked himself off furiously.
Watersports might have been one of Valentino's biggest kinks, but getting Alastor to wet himself hadn't been the end goal of tickling him. He just wanted to see him smile, one of those genuine smiles, and not one of the poor imitations he was constantly sporting. And it had been working, up until he'd pushed a little too far. But like the deer said, he had faked needing to piss before to make Valentino let him go, several times in fact, it was only natural for him not to be believed. Boy who cried wolf and all that.
Still, Valentino was now aware of the face that Alastor made when he failed at so desperately trying to hold it in. He'd been so embarrassed, so ashamed.
It was so fucking hot.
He was going to have to make sure he told Alastor that. Repeat over and over again that he didn't find the deer disgusting, or repulsive, and he hadn't quite been ready to reveal this particular kink to Alastor, but it was the perfect opportunity to let him know. Let him know that he was perfect, and that Val loved him so damn much.
He gasped into the carpet as the desire made heat curl low in his gut, made his cock throb in his hand. He wasn't going to last long at all, and the pimp couldn't even find it in himself to care that it had hardly even been five minutes.
Valentino shuffled a little closer to the puddle Alastor had left behind, antennae flicking on his head when they were surrounded further by the strong scent of his piss. He didn't bother to catch any of his cum, just let it stain the carpet further. It had been there for a decade anyway, might as well get a new one, change the scenery of his penthouse up a little bit.
As he tucked himself in, he began to brainstorm ideas of just how exactly he could get Alastor to piss himself for him again.