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Vox paced in his office, surrounded by a kaleidoscope of displays which showed him everything except the one thing he wanted to see.
This had been his own idea. That’s what he kept reminding himself. Whether that was a reassurance or just another twist of the knife, he wasn’t sure.
Vox wondered what Valentino was doing at this moment. Pinned beneath one of the sweaty brutes that he and Vox had approved for the role, most likely, moaning like a whore while the brute fucked him senseless. Or maybe his moans were muffled by thick fingers or a cock in his mouth. Spitroasted between the two sinners, with Vox the furthest thing from his mind.
Vox was used to being the center of Val’s attention. Even when he fucked someone else, Valentino always remembered the cameras. He liked to show off, picking the best angles so Vox could see everything. All for Vox.
But not this time. This time, there wasn’t a single camera in the room with Val and the two well-hung brutes.
Vox was sure of that, because he’d already tried to zap himself into the room. That went against the agreement, but he hadn’t expected this to suck . And anyway, it hadn’t worked. They had set the room up specifically to have no cameras, not even Val’s phone, so there were no digital eyes for Vox to borrow.
Vox loved it when Valentino fucked other people. Not just for the voyeuristic thrill, but because it was fucking humiliating. Val, HIS Val, using his perfect, well-practiced mouth and hands on some unworthy sinner, all while Vox watched. The sting of jealousy. The way it made his heart clench and his cock bounce whenever he saw someone else make Val cum.
But the cameras always assuaged the worst of his jealousy. Whatever Val did, he did under the scrutiny of Vox’s omnipresent eyes, knowing that he had Vox’s approval.
That’s why Vox had suggested this no-camera scene. He’d wanted to sharpen the humiliation to a razor’s edge.
But now…
“Fuck!”
He ripped down one of the displays and hurled it across the room. It exploded against the wall, sparking.
Vox wrenched another monitor off its mount, beheading it, and smashed it down on the console. Shattered glass burst everywhere.
There was nothing wrong with the scene it had been displaying except that it hadn’t shown Val. Val was hidden away, far from Vox’s prying eyes, getting fucked by some piece of shit with a dick bigger than-
“Uh-oh,” said a familiar, lilting voice from behind Vox. “Having a little temper tantrum?”
Vox whirled around to face Val.
The moth stood in the doorway, smirking, arms crossed. The collar of fur around his neck was mussed, even his antenna ruffled. A bite mark bruised purple on his shoulder, exposed by the indigo silk dressing gown sliding off his shoulder and tied around his narrow waist.
Vox glanced idiotically back at the bank of monitors. He had been so consumed by jealousy, he hadn’t even noticed Val making his way through the tower.
“You’re here,” Vox said. “You’re done?”
“Mhm,” Valentino agreed, slipping up to Vox and draping his upper arms over the shorter man’s shoulders. His lower arms slid under his suit jacket to encircle his back.
Vox stiffened against the embrace.
Underneath the smell of Val’s cologne and the nearly cloying sweetness of the pheromones that constantly surrounded him, Vox thought he caught a whiff of the sinner’s musk.
“How was it?” Vox asked.
“Incredible.” Val grinned, baring sharp teeth. He leaned down to murmur into Vox’s audio input. “Those two satisfied me in ways you never could.”
Vox made a strangled sound. He was instantly, painfully hard.
Valentino felt the bulge in Vox’s suit pants pressed against his thigh and laughed. “You like that, don’t you? You like thinking about that sinner’s enormous horse cock stretching me out and filling me up? He couldn’t even hilt, you know. He just barely worked it in up to the medial ring before I had to beg him to stop.”
Val’s fingers found the button on Vox’s pants and worked it open, releasing his achingly hard cock. Vox didn’t object as Val took hold of him and stroked slowly, base to tip.
“You know how much I can take, Voxxy. Your cock never gives me any trouble. Yours is nothing compared to these two.”
Between each insult, Val kissed Vox’s neck, sharp teeth grazing the skin.
“Strip,” he ordered.
Vox obeyed. He was shaking so hard that his fingers fumbled with his shirt buttons.
Val lost patience with his clumsy progress. He gripped Vox by the collar of his shirt and ripped it open, sending a shower of buttons clattering to the floor. He abandoned even the flimsy pretense of modesty that the robe afforded, shrugging it off and letting it drop to the ground.
It was overwhelming, the way he pinned Vox back against the console. There was just so much of the moth. So many arms to wrap around Vox. So many long, powerful hands to grip his wrists and throat and cock.
“I let the other one fuck my mouth. My jaw is still sore from stretching so wide for him. Want to see if you can taste him on my tongue?” Val asked.
He didn't wait for Vox's reply, but kissed him, his thick, prehensile tongue forcing its way into Vox's mouth.
Vox whimpered into the kiss. Maybe it was his imagination, but he thought he could taste the brute’s cock; just the faintest salty tang beneath the potent sweetness of Val's spit.
An image generated out of the pixel noise of Vox’s mind, unbidden. Val Lying on his back like a bug pinned for display, held down by one enormous sinner while the other fucked his mouth. The obscene bulge in Val's throat as the sinner thrusted in and out.
Val’s hips rolled against Vox, hard again already. No doubt reliving the recent memories of his encounter. The same images that Vox’s mind conjured, but with added sensory input of sound, taste, touch.
Or maybe it was the sadistic pleasure he took in cucking Vox. The humiliating, desperate moans that Vox couldn't suppress as he was forced to lick the taste of other sinner’s cum out of his boyfriend's mouth.
Vox arched against Val. As he shifted, a shard of glass from one of the broken monitors jabbed into his arm. He winced.
For the first time, Val seemed to notice the destruction. He released Vox, picked up the shard and turned it over in his hand, blue light catching on its edge.
“All this because I let someone else fuck me?” Val chuckled. “Baby, you know that you can’t satisfy me on your own. You should be grateful to those sinners for getting me off.”
Vox scowled, teeth bared in feigned irritation.
Feigned? Or real?
Pissed or not, this was working for him. Vox was lightheaded with arousal, turned on in a way that hadn't been matched since the early days of watching Val fuck around from the vantage point of this same office, before he knew that Val was just trying to get a rise out of him, when the jealousy was still dangerously sharp.
Val pulled Vox up from the console only to push him down into his chair. He straddled the shorter man, pinning Vox between muscular thighs. Arms at his waist and slung over his shoulders. A cage of lean, powerful limbs. He kissed him again, hard and thorough, his cock pressed between their bodies.
“Feel,” Val demanded, guiding Vox’s hand down between his legs.
Val was still spread open from the previous round, the rim of muscle pliant and slick with the hired brute’s cum. Vox's fingers pushed inside easily. Two, then three. Val moaned.
“That sinner told me to cum for him, and I did. Not even the slightest touch to my dick,” Val said. “He fucked an orgasm right out of me. I screamed so loud, I thought you might hear it from here.”
Had Val wanted him to hear? Of course he had. Even without the cameras, it was always just a show for Vox.
Val lifted his hips, reached down to grip Vox's shaft, lining him up, then slid down to the hilt. His ragged gasp was almost disguised by Vox’s groan...but not quite.
“Are you in yet?” Val taunted unconvincingly.
Vox snarled, grabbed Val's hips and pulled him down hard.
Val gave a startled, gratifying squeak.
They worked up a steady rhythm. Val leading, bouncing on Vox’s cock. He bowed his forehead to press against the Vox’s, slitted gaze locked on Vox’s LED glare. His pornstar moans were muted tonight.
Deliberately, Vox was sure. To further the impression that Vox was an unsatisfying lover. But Vox knew the moth well enough to know the signs of his enjoyment. His cock slapped against Vox’s belly with each bounce, strands of pre stretching between them. His muscles taut, nails digging into Vox's back hard enough to make him hiss.
Val’s thighs quivered with exertion. This was round two for him.
The reminder that Vox was getting sloppy seconds to the superior fucking that Val just experienced sent a jolt through him, bringing him perilously close to the edge.
“I’m gonna cum,” Vox groaned through gritted teeth.
“Go ahead.” Impassive, almost bored.
But when Vox came, gripping Val’s hips with surprising strength and forcing him down hard against his lap, the static discharge made Val’s back arch as it shivered up through him. The jolt made his neck fur stand on end and crackled up his antenna.
“Gck-” Val choked out. “Fuck!”
Vox’s fingers tightened in Val’s ruff, yanking his head back, forcing his spine into a dramatic arch. Val’s cock jumped, painting ropes of white across Vox’s chest and screen.
Dizzy in the aftermath, Vox barely noticed Valentino drawing a heart through the mess on his screen with one shaky claw.
Val chuckled. He wiped away the heart, and most of the mess, with the side of his hand. He made no move to get up. Draped over Vox, he stretched out one long leg to pull his robe over to himself and fish a cigarette out of the pocket.
Vox lit it for him.
“You came,” he pointed out.
Val took a drag of his cigarette. “So?”
“Pretty short refractory period for someone who just had his needs satisfied by a couple of sinners.”
“Satisfied? Ha!” Val blew out a stream of smoke laced with pheromones. “Those two were terrible. If you didn't have your kinky little heart set on being cucked tonight, I would have fired them.”
“But you said-”
“I lied.”
Vox must have looked as dumbfounded as he felt.
“I know what you like to hear, baby,” Val explained. “I wanted to give you what you needed.”
“You were pretty convincing.”
“Well, you know, I was an actor first. Before all of…” Val gestured with his cigarette, leaving a streamer of smoke behind. “All of this.
Vox scoffed. “I’m not complaining. You did good.”
Val’s lips curled, eyes slitted with pleasure at the praise. “I hope my reveal hasn’t spoiled your fun.”
Vox looked around at his office, the floor littered with crushed glass reflecting light from the surviving monitors. A reminder of the jealousy he’d felt while Val was out of his sight. Jealousy he had felt a little too keenly.
What a fucking mess. No way was he doing that on a regular basis.
“It’s fine. This little experiment was interesting, but I prefer to watch.”
Val rumbled with a chuckle, or maybe it was a purr. His long legs crossed over the arm of the chair, and Vox absently stroked his bare thigh in a moment of lazy, easy affection.
“I prefer you watching me too, papi,” Val admitted.