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Reluctantly, Alastor admitted that he was going to have to leave the nest of blankets and Valentino's furnace of a body to go take a piss. His bladder was full enough to burst and it was uncomfortable enough he knew he wasn't going back to sleep without emptying it, though it was tempting to try. Not like Valentino would mind waking up wet. He'd tested it before and the results had been... satisfying, but incredibly messy.
So. With a sigh, he slowly began to wriggle out of the blankets, careful not to wake his bed partner as he did so. Once free, he snapped his fingers, LED lights flicking on to light his way to the bathroom, blessedly dim and not blindingly bright. The bathroom itself, unfortunately, was not the same, but at least it was decorated in pinks and reds and golds instead of an offensive white.
Alastor stood in front of the bowl and took himself in hand. He relaxed, thought watery thoughts and-
"Pissing all by yourself, handsome?"
Alastor sighed, "Val."
"Mmhm, that's me." The moth mumbled, coming up behind Alastor to wrap two arms around his shoulders. His face found soft hair, Valentino breathing deeply and relaxing against the deer.
"Go back to bed if you're tired, I can do this alone."
"I do want to get back to bed which is why you should let me hold your dick and get this over with so we can go."
Another sigh, "Val."
"Al." Valentino tried for deadpan, but it came out more like a whine, one of his lower hands grabbing Alastor's hip, the other reaching around to bat his hands out of the way, "Let me, please."
"You're incorrigible."
Alastor felt the grin against his hair and rolled his eyes, settled back against Valentino, "Well? Get it over with."
"I don't control your piss when I hold your dick, Al, unless you want me to get you off in which case I most certainly can." Valentino purred, large hand stroking softly over Alastor's soft cock, feeling it twitch in his hands.
Alastor span around, planted his hands firmly on Valentino's chest, "Nope! No, not now, I'm tired, Val. Let me piss in peace."
"Por favour, amorcito." Valentino pouted, "Please."
"Go back to bed and I'll join you in a minute."
Instead of doing as he was told, Valentino took a seat on the toilet, legs spread, and pulled Alastor close by the hips, "Go on then, if you're in such a hurry."
Alastor couldn't help but be amused by his lover, "If I get any on you, you're taking a shower before you come back to bed."
"Mm, we'll see." Valentino hummed, lips catching on dusky nipples, before he simply rested his forehead on a lightly furred chest, eyes closed, "Come on, baby."
"Insufferable." Alastor sighed, and adjusted the position of his hooves, took a hold of himself and-
"That's not the toilet."
"Sorry, I can't see, there's a little- a big something in the way." Alastor hummed, amusement in his voice. He didn't bother to correct his aim, even if he couldn't see, knowing that hot piss was splashing onto Valentino, soaking his pubes, running along his balls... it was enough. Now if he could just focus on actually pissing so he didn't get hard and have to do something about it, that would be great.
Valentino, of course, was an expert in getting his way and just as Alastor's stream was dying down, he leaned back on the toilet, exposing his hard cock, standing proud and wet with more than just piss.
"Really?"
"What? You thought you were going to piss on me and not get a reaction?"
"I.... might have miscalculated."
That earned a chuckle from the pimp, "Ah, the radio demon, famous for his miscalculations."
"There's no need to be rude, especially if you want me to do something about this." Alastor scolded lightly as he straddled Valentino's thighs, scooting along until his slowly hardening cock met the other's. It was difficult with his hooves not able to touch the floor, but he wrapped his arms around broad shoulders and grabbed handfuls of soft, fluffy mane to give himself enough leverage to rock against Valentino.
"Mm, that's it." Valentino purred, lounging in place. He pulled a cigarette from somewhere, lit it, used one lower hand to guide Alastor's rocking. "Tell me how filthy I am for enjoying this."
"You disgust me." Alastor breathed, lips hovering just an inch from Valentino's. "To be turned on by such an act. Absolutely vile."
Valentino groaned, bucking up against the deer, "You're too good to me, you know that? Do you want a reward?" He didn't wait for an answer as he took a long drag of his cigarette, then held Alastor's face in place with a hand on his chin as he breathed out.
Smoke swirled around Alastor who inhaled it quickly, trying not to let a drop go to waste. Then he swooped forward, licked the taste of smoke from the back of Valentino's teeth.
"Whore." Valentino hissed, his two lower hands moving to grab a hold of Alastor's ass, press him firmly up against the moth so there wasn't an inch of space between them. He took another drag, exhaled it, didn't hang around, instead moving to nip and lick at Alastor's vulnerable neck. "Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me."
Alastor clung to him, too hot, his body covered with far too many bodily fluids, head hazy from the effects of the smoke. It was amazing, one of his favourite feelings, only dampened by the fact he yearned to return to his beauty sleep, but he was rapidly approaching that edge. He worked a hand between them, finger tips no where near touching as he took a hold of them both, giving them something more solid to thrust into.
He let Valentino take over then, simply holding on as the larger man moved them both.
Soon he was letting go between them, teeth embedded in the soft flesh of Valentino's shoulder. He licked over the wound in apology.
Felt a hot cascade of liquid on his stomach that was definitely not cum.
"You're not the only one that had to piss." Valentino whispered, grin hidden in red hair.
"Disgusting."
"You love me."
"Unfortunately."
"Shower and then back to bed until past noon?"
"You read my mind."