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The tower is quiet.
It's 4 in the morning and it's so quiet. Beyond Vox’s dark bedroom and his floor to ceiling windows lies Pentagram City, its red skies darker at night. Not many lights shine in the buildings surrounding the tower, and the shouts, screams and crime of Hell have died down, almost as if the sad schmucks living on the streets decided 4 AM is too fucking late and early to be awake. Not that the Vees would be able to hear anything in the streets all the way up in the penthouse nor are there undesirables in their Entertainment District streets- they have standards.
It's too quiet and Val can't sleep. Val hates quiet. Vox had fallen asleep hours ago, an arm wrapped around Val laying on his back. Val had snuggled close, resting his head against Vox's chest. Usually the sound of Vox's fans and heart helped lull Val to sleep, but tonight he just couldn't seem to fall asleep.
Val reached a hand up, feather light touch tracing the edges of Vox's screen. If you had told Val on Earth he'd fall in love with a TV he'd have laughed at you and then shot you through the forehead. Now he couldn't imagine a life without Vox.
Vox came to him in a time when he needed him, when he saw himself as nothing but a whore, when he was broken and beat down and had given up hope that Hell would be his fresh start from his shitty life topside. Vox had been his light in the dark, something to follow and look forward to.
Vox had been so animated, so excited about a future he could see clearly that Val didn't understand. How could Vox see potential in Val? How could Vox spend his money, resources and people on Val to build him up? Why?
But Val was easily won over by Vox and his enthusiasm, his creativity and drive. Vox was deep in the closet when they met, but that also led to Val feeling actually respected. Here was a man, a powerful man at that, who wanted to be partners, and not fuck him. In fact it took years for Val to tug Vox out of the closet and into bed together.
They've been through a lot together over the decades, but they're still together. Despite all their rolled eyes and angry Spanish cursing there are still coffees delivered to Vox's cave office, there’s still an ashtray on one of the nightstands besides Vox's bed. They still have their standing Friday night dates and share kisses and have fantastic sex.
Val isn't one to get sappy. Vox isn't either. Neither are good with words, but their actions speak volumes. They know what they are, they know they love each other. It's so fucking domestic and Val wouldn't have it any other way.
But enough sappy shit. Val is awake and bored and now horny. Thinking about his man too long always gets him hot and bothered.
Val moves his head to press kisses to Vox's chest, working his way down his torso. Satan, Vox is a fucking nerd but under his stuffy clothes he's got a toned body that makes Val's mouth water.
Vox groans, screen brightening as he wakes up. One digital eye opens, looking down at Val.
“Val? Baby, whatcha doin down there it's sleep time,” he murmurs, voice sleep slurred.
Val presses a kiss to one of Vox's hip bones.
“Couldn't sleep, too horny. Voxxy I need you,” he breathes.
Vox blinks, then blinks again. His brain is slowly catching up to what's happening, the sleepy eyes widening, blue blush forming on his screen.
“Yeah? Need me to take care of you? Tire you out?”
Val nods and Vox's hand comes to stroke the side of his face, careful not to touch the broken antennae. Val leans into his touch.
“So beautiful for me, baby,” he whispers, and Val feels his heart flutter. They haven't even started the sexy stuff and Vox is already praising him- what a turn on.
Val licks his lips, four hands making quick work of Vox's boxers. When they're off he makes sure to look up at Vox as he lowers his mouth onto his dick. He licks the length of Vox, swirls his long tongue around the tip, repeats the process. He feels Vox start to stiffen up, the cock in his mouth hardening. He loves every inch of Vox's long cock and slowly works his way up and down it until it's fully in his mouth.
Vox moans low in his throat as Val bobs his head, slick spit easing the way. Val's eyes are still on Vox's and he moans when he descends again, the cock brushing against the back of his throat.
Val is a vision between Vox's legs, spit dribbling down his chin, rosy blush gracing his cheeks in arousal, his own erection hard and yearning for release.
Vox's hand moves to tilt Val’s chin up, Vox's cock sliding free from his lips.
“Why don't you get the lube out and I'll get you nice and ready for me, hmm? You've done so well, only fair you get your reward,” Vox whispers.
Val shivers at the praise, hand reaching for the nightstand. He grabs the lube, hands it to Vox. Vox rubs it between his fingers to warm it up before bringing a clawed finger to Val's hole.
It's a song and dance they're done for over 40 years. Vox's magic fingers, Val's moans. Val sinks onto Vox's dick, inch by inch until he bottoms out. He rides him, lifting up and down, legs putting in the work. Vox's hands grip his waist, guiding his movements. Val throws his head back, real moans escaping, not ones he faked with clients when he was a whore and not the fake ones he had his stars make for his films. Vox pleased Val like no one else- the perfect size, the perfect stretch. Knew every inch of Val's body, every spot that got Val squeaking, that place deep inside him that got his eyes rolling back.
“Look at you,” Vox praises, “you're so good to me. Taking me all in. So beautiful like this, drunk on my cock, begging for release.”
Val moans, hips starting to falter as he feels his climax approaching quick.
“Papi~” he whines out, a moan escaping.
Vox looks at where they are connected together before looking at Val's face.
“You're okay, I've got you. You've been so good. Can you be good one more time? Cum for me, baby.”
Val stiffens at the words, back arching as he cums with a moan.
He's panting as he works himself through his orgasm, still riding Vox slowly. A few more movements and Vox is spilling deep inside.
They catch their breath together, coming down from their high. Vox chuckles, arms wrapping low around Val's waist and tugging him down into a kiss.
It's gentle and soft and Val hums into it. Vox pulls back and smiles at him, hand coming up to brush through Val's fluff.
“You tired yet?” He whispers, orgasm tiring him out considerably.
Val nods, a yawn escaping.
Vox gives a small laugh. They readjust to be more comfortable. Tomorrow they'll deal with the dried cum and the sweat stains.
For now Vox presses a kiss to Val's forehead and Val snuggles into Vox's chest.
It's quiet. It's 5 AM in Pride and the city is still asleep. Soon the noisiness of daytime will come, but for now Val closes his eyes against Vox's chest and thinks about how he doesn't mind the quiet when his favorite distraction sleeps beside him.