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Roses were surprisingly hard to find in hell. Lillies grew everywhere, but roses? And then Vox had to get them traipsed up the stairs and all over the room while Val was working, all while keeping an eye on the CCTV cameras as often as he could to make sure Val was occupied.
Roses, chocolates, assorted rose-like flowers, even some fluffy love heart teddy bears. Although the teddy bears were in bondage gear, because this was for Valentino after all…
The romantic collection made a massive pile all over the couch and down to the door. It was impossible to ignore, impossible not to appreciate. When Valentino stormed in, looking pissed about something, Vox spread his arms with a wide grin. "Ta da!! Here we go, baby! Work all done, it's just me and you ... and you can have whatever you want me to get for you. Today is your day!”
Vox had a natural talent for disrupting Valentino's thoughts like a sudden electric shock. Whatever he had been thinking about, whatever thing had been occupying his thoughts, was far gone and the only thing that remained was hundreds of red roses all around him. The smell of them hit him like a wall, so distinct and different from the usual smell of hell, or his smokey studio. With utter bewilderment he asked, "It's my Birthday?"
Through the haze of pink and red he started to pick out the clues. It wasn't all just pink and red and heart shaped because it was his. The puzzle pieces fell into place and he grinned, "It's Valentine's Day"
He sashayed into the room, plucking a chocolate from a box and popping it into his mouth before sliding his arms around the smaller demon. "I can think of a few things... A hot bath with a chilled glass of wine, an hour-long massage..."
Voxs grin widened as he watched Valentino move. Legs for days, looks that could kill, and seemed to appreciate the effort he had gone through. Vox mentally congratulated himself, there was a good chance he'd get lucky tonight.
Valentino's eyes narrowed at the expression. He wasn't doing this to be kind or romantic, not for the sake of being a fine partner anyway. He wanted something. Valentino would have warned, “don't even think about topping.” But he would bet Vox had been thinking about it and planning for it and now even expected it.
Vox boasted, "There is wine in the fridge right now, and I can break out the oil for-"
Valentino growled, "You're not topping.” Vox's train of thought was immediately crushed as Valentino flatly turned down his plans for the evening. Immediately his pleased smirk collapsed into a scowl, his hands gripping slightly tighter than necessary.
Vox was the type to get forceful. He would have forced Valentino down, pushed his way between his legs and taken what he wanted without an ounce of guilt. If he'd been dealing with a smaller weaker demon he would have done exactly that without a second thought and he would have felt very justified in his actions after all the work he had put in beforehand.
But Valentino was not a smaller, weaker demon and Vox didn't have a chance of taking him by force.
Vox snarled bitterly, "Well that's a nice way to act, after I go through all this? Do you have any idea how hard it was to find this many roses...?"
Valentino developed a cruel grin as Vox argued. There were people who could be plied with gifts, and there were people, even here in hell, who could be pressured to perform sexual favours to repay the perceived value of the gifts. But not Valentino. This demon was happy to take what he wanted forever and never give back. If someone offered him up their damned soul on a silver platter and only asked that he say 'thank you', Valentino would laugh in their face and refuse unless he particularly felt like saying thank you (which he rarely did).
Vox fumed, then forced himself to smile again. There was still a chance as far as he was concerned, Val just needed to calm down and relax a bit.
"C'mon baby, don't be like that..." he weedled, extracting himself from the hug to pop open the chilled bottle of champagne. You see how you feel after a drink and a massage huh? All relaxed and loose, it'll just slip right in baby." He waggled his eyebrows eagerly, "I'll make it good, I promise. Get that sweet inside spot pounded good for you.”
Valentino purred, "You do know what I like, don't you, Voxy." He took his glass as it was offered and sat down on the chaise, falling back comfortably into the teddy bears and heart pillows. He took Vox by the front of his suit coat and pulled the smaller body on top of his. One hand holding his glass to his lips, one hand drawing Vox in, and then two hands catching Vox's hips before their bodies could touch.
"Oh I know what you like!" Vox laughed as Val yanked him down, grinding down on the lanky body stretched out deliciously below him. The thought of actually getting inside that sweet skinny ass, of finally getting to take Valentino the way that sexy body was meant for, kept him optimistically high.
"It's too bad you act like an idiot the second you get your cock out. If you did the things you say you can as well as you say you can..." He trilled his tongue behind his sharp teeth in a vulgar purr as his long legs came up and squeezed Vox's hips and wrapped around him.
"Hey, I can do it well enough, baby, why don't you give it a try and see? I'll open that ass up like a flower..." For a moment it was possible to imagine what it would be like buried between Valentino's thighs, except those cursed hands on Vox's hips holding him back.
But then Valentino opened his legs and pushed Vox back up onto his feet. He groaned as he was pushed back, yanking his jacket off as quickly as he could. "Hey, what is it you want then? More channels? More exposure? We can flood the airwaves with you baby. Especially tonight!
“You spoil me.” Vox sipped his drink and stared up at the other, amusement in his eyes. "You're overdressed, Voxy.”
Vox was still pouring out praise, getting himself excited just acknowledging who he had tonight. “Every dumbass looking to get laid will be scanning your work for inspiration, Val, they'll be worshipping you out there tonight. So why not let me ... worship you properly in here…” his layers of clothing were stripped away hastily.
Valentino eyed Vox's body as it was exposed, shrugging his wings off his shoulders to remove the clothing he wore underneath. The mention of worship made him lick his lips. "Worshipping me properly? That is to say, on your knees and all night long?" he went to his armoire where bedroom accessories outnumbered anything strictly clothing.
"Well not *all* night I mean..." Vix grumbled as Val stalked over to the armoire, eyeing the furniture suspiciously.
The more Vox had been talking the more Valentino had decided he would not be rolling onto the bed face down and supplying his partner with oil for a lengthy massage. He didn't think for a moment that Vox would actually get his guard lowered and loosened up enough to 'slip right in'. But he did think that Vox would squeeze his tight shoulders a few times and consider that sufficient foreplay to begin rutting against his arse. Valentino wasn't going to allow that, so he wasn't going to allow a sensual massage, he was looking for worship now.
He tossed red leather straps and metal rings and buckles onto the bed in a growing heap. In Vox’s opinion Val was so ... involved about sex, with multiple many-parted accessories, lengths of chains and leather and strings, baroque architectural assemblies, and a whole load of other faff that, in his opinion, just got between him and the sex.
He wasn't usually interested, after all Val had the whores for that, but it was a special day and he dared to hope it might still have Valys arse as a prize at the end of it. He could tolerate a little slap and tickle.
When he turned around a gold chain hung between gold rings piercing his nipples he'd replaced his red velvet top hat with a black cap, and skintight black gloves came up his arms past his elbows, each finger tipped with golden claw-like ends. In his two hands he held up two pieces of undergarments, one red, one sheer and black. "What do you think baby? What mood are we going for tonight?"
He watched slightly impatiently as Valentino dressed himself up and held up various slips of fabric for his opinion. "Yeah they both look good, baby. I guess ... black?”
He raised a curious brow for Vox's preference before tossing them back into the armoire in lieu of wearing nothing at all beneath the black band around his hips.
He went to Vox and handled putting the leather straps on him. They were nothing short of a puzzle for anyone who wasn't experienced with harnesses, but Valentino made quick work of them. The bold lines crossed his body in Valentino's favourite way, drawing lines between Vox's best features and framing his best assets. Valentino licked his lips and set a cigarette between his lips before nodding in approval.
"All right, I'm ready for you on your knees. Let's see how you worship." Valentino purred, one hand stroking the contours of Vox's face and two other hands twisting a riding crop until the leather creaked.
He let Valentino truss him up in the various bits of leatherwork and harness, but his eyes widened as he saw the riding crop. He certainly didn't trust Valentino with *that* in his hands. "Alright alright. A blowjob it is. But you be careful with that thing, I'm not one of your lazy whores..."
Still, he had to admit as he clunked awkwardly onto his knees and nuzzled between Vals thighs, there was definitely *something* arousing about the whole situation. His cock wasn't even being touched and yet it was hardening with interest at what was happening. "Hey Val..." he grinned and flicked out his tongue, sliding it over the front of Vals crotch and licking his lips. "You want me to stick a show up on the wall monitor? Maybe one of your *older* performances, hmm?"
In the earlier films, Val himself had stared in them. Vox didn't mind him directing, it suited the Vees image better and it was still hot as fuck, but he still had a soft spot for those first porn films Valentino had made. Or maybe more of a *hard* spot
Valentino searched Vox's face, guessing at what film he might choose. Valentino had range and it was very apparent in his older work. Before he had Angel Dust to play the role of skinny long legs spread up in the air it fell onto his own shoulders to execute that vision.
"You saved the best ones, didn't you? Go ahead, choose something sexy." He ran the edge of the crop down his body to the hem of the black band around his hips, raising the edge of the material until his cock was out and ready in front of Vox. "Let's make your selection more interesting. You choose the film, and if you can make me come before it's over then I'll let you top." He grinned, "It's only fair, seeing as how I'll be spent..."
Vox licked at the offered shaft, his eyes lighting up and face sparking as he heard the offer. "Wh-really! Oh I'll make you cum baby, don't you worry about that!”
His teeth were dripping with venom as he became hot with excitement. Pointing at the monitor he quickly cast across one of his favourite scenes saved in his thoughts.
It was from one of the earlier films Valentino had ever made, back when he'd starred in front of the camera.
Valentino stroked the smooth leather tip across Vox's shoulders as he linked to the television. Then Valentino's lip curled at the scene. Pride would compel him to agree that it was an absolutely perfectly shot scene and belonged in the pornography hall of fame. But it wasn't one of the pieces he expected to be seduced by. The leather that had been stroking very sweetly suddenly swatted at Vox's bottom with a loud snap as Val hissed, "Bitch! I know why you chose this one.”
On the screen, a fresh Valentino, new to hell, was laying on his back atop a squirming mass of snake demons. He was eyeing the camera with heavy lidded pink eyes as snake tails coiled around him and slithered over his body, pushing his legs apart.
This was Vox's favourite. It featured a lengthy scene of Valentino riding a double-cocked python demon, two hands spreading his cheeks wide so that he could fit both shafts in at the same time. The vision itself was unforgettable, but even better was the look on Valentino's face. He was stuffed too full to act, or plan, or direct, or think about the camera, or do anything at all except react to being properly fucked.
Vox could only hope it would get Val in the mood for something similar. He wanted to be the source of that look on Val's face.
He dived forward onto Valentino's cock, using his tongue to slither around it to tickle at the base of his balls. For once he didn't even consider his own cock, far too focused on trying to get the moth demon to cum as quickly as he possibly could and claim his prize.
He ignored the view on the tv in favour of looking at the man on his knees, reminding himself that he could enjoy this but not too much. He wasn't about to lose at his own game.
Vox's eager sucking made his cock twitch and swell and when he could feel his climax on the horizon he twisted the riding crop in his hand and let the leather tip snap across his pierced nipple. It snapped loudly and even though he knew it was coming he grimaced as a squeak from his moth wings escaped.
Vox gave an annoyed yelp as he heard the sound of the crop. Sliding his mouth away he replaced it with his hand while he complained, "Oh come on, that's cheating! How am I meant to have a chance if you can slap yourself back down again, huh?”
His very hard cock enjoying a very hot wet mouth was no longer close to spilling. He tapped the crop in his palm as Vox complained and assured him, "You didn't want me using this on you again, did you?"
If Valentino was fixing the game he knew he had no chance of winning. Still, it didn't stop him from trying. One hand slid up Valentino's body to gently rub and sooth the injured little nub and also to guard against it being hit again. Meanwhile his mouth tried to get Valentinos cock back and interested. He glanced at the screen, giving a muffled moan at the sight of two thick snake cocks pistoning in and out of Vals very stretched slick hole. Even if he couldn't have it, at least he got to watch it.
Vox had chosen a long director's cut and it took some self discipline to not come, but soon the tempo of the porn music began to change and the activities slowed. "You're running out of time, Voxy." He purred fondly, eager to push his very thoroughly slicked cock between Vox's legs.
Vox went at Valentino's cock with all the moves he knew - namely lick and suck. Still it was working, Valentino was getting bigger and more aroused and Vox had a few hopes he might make it.
Valentino watched the screen like a predator waiting for the kill. "Time's up" he growled with an eager grin, gripping the leather harness to pull Vox up off the floor and drag him into the bed.
"Oh fuck you!" Vox sulked as he was yanked up and away from his prize without ever receiving it. He glared at Valentino, annoyed and horny. "You *always* cheat…”
"Now, don't be a sore loser, Voxy" He pushed the smaller demon down and blew ribbons of smoke into his face, the translucent material moving like an extension of Val and stroking the other's face, waiting to be breathed in.
Vox held his breath as the smoke slid over him, reaching up to wave it out of his face. "Stop it! I'm not one of your whores, alright? I don't need the, hey, stoppit!”
Vox might never be able to convince Val to consent to taking turns with him or even bottoming for special occasions as a special treat. But that didn't mean Val didn't want him in his bed. In fact he adored what they had and made some efforts to ensure Vox enjoyed what would be done to him.
Valentino pushed Vox's legs apart with the crop and stroked an oiled fingertip around his pucker before noticing the smoke still hanging in the air and a lack of mental connection (or control) over what the other was feeling.
"Come on, Voxy, deep breath. You know how this works..." He blew a heart shaped kiss to his face, not *quite* ordering him to breathe in, but certainly expecting it as he pushed a long finger up into him.
He gave a huff as he breathed out, then inhaled to take a lungful of it. He could feel it inside him, pouring sickly sweet into his bloodstream. "Oh baby, you are *baaaad* for me..." grinning he reached up to yank Valentino closer "And your still a *cheat*.”
The finger sliding around his pucker made him squirm and certainly relaxed his anger into more of a grump. Valentino still looked absolutely delicious, and if he'd not achieved exactly what he wanted, he wasn't getting a bad compromise.
"Baby, I don't cheat" he lied, "The reason I'm here and you're there is because I own your pretty little ass, not the other way around." The venom curled inside Vox as two fingers turned and curled inside his body, spreading his passage and coating it with oil. There wasn't a hint of malice in his words, nothing but lust as he pumped his fingers into his hole and saturated him inside with the aphrodisiac.
"You cheat, and , unhhh..." Vox felt his eyes roll up as the fingers curled up inside him. It still took him aback, every time, just how damn good it felt. Something so weird had no right feeling so good. “Fine but I'm not one of your whores.” Vox grunted.
"You are a whore, Voxy. Just because my cock is the only one you take doesn't mean you aren't." He gripped the straps around his hips to lift his bottom up and keep him in place as he lined his cock up. "It just means you're my whore, got it?"
The words made him whine unhappily. The one thing he wasn't was a whore, particularly one of Val's scared, slutty little things, broken down through too much use and abuse. He wondered if the old pornography had rattled Valentino more than he'd realised and put him in a mean power hungry mood instead of a submissive one.
Pink oozed over his lip and dripped onto Vox's face in his excitement and he growled, "Tell me how you're daddy's whore." He started pushing his blunt cock past the oiled pucker, breaching his entrance and filling his passage slowly until he bottomed out deep inside.
"Hey baby..." his tongue darted out to lick away the pink on his face and found it mellowed him out. It removed the anxiety and stress and macho posturing and replaced it all with the simple desire to get Val's dick inside him. "I ain't a whore, but I'm yours, baby, hook, line and sinker." He gave a crooked smile, that turned into a gasp as the cock started to fill him so wonderfully.
Valentino ate up Vox's expressive features as his cock bottomed out inside him and his balls pressed up against his entrance. He was right that he wasn't like the others. Vox was the V. The big one. The one that made them what they were and put them all at the top. With Vox at the very top there was a powerful high that came with pinning him down and filling him with cock.
Val looked down at Vox with that genuine look of pleasure and even a sort of happiness. At that same time Vox was feeling like a prize idiot for trying to control the mad powerful demon above him. Wrapping his arms and legs around Valentino's body he drew him closer, hips thrusting up to get him deeper, moaning at the sweet intoxicating burn.
"You take what you need, baby." He crooned, stroking Valentino's sides gently and taking another deep wonderful breath of the intoxicating smoke. "Remember, tonight is your night. It's all for you.”
Val flicked his cigarette butt away and grabbed his cock at the base. He wanted to make Vox feel good, to remind him again and again how much he would like being on his back full of cock, but he didn't want to let him come too soon. Vox had promised him a night full of worship and Val made sure to take advantage of every minute.
Their hips rolled together, pumping and squeezing in time until Valentino spilled inside of him and Vox spilled in the squeezing hand. While they recovered, Valentino pumped three fingers into Vox, smearing his come along his inner walls and the inside of his ass cheeks until they were both craving more.
He took Vox, again and again, and one time pumped an exotic dildo into him just to keep him perfectly spread open and ready for the next round.
When he was finally truly spent he settled down on top of Val soft and content, "You're good, Vox. Very good. Maybe I *should* let you show me just how good you'd be on top. Next time you make the arrangements for it. Hm, next Valentine's Day?" His corners of his mouth curled up into a wicked grin hidden in the dense soft fur around his face.