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Valentino had been rather bored all day. It was a thing that happened often, but that didn’t mean it was any more bearable than usual.
A boring shoot that hardly even made him get hard, a boring time scrolling on Sinstagram because no one was seeming to post, and a boring time back at the penthouse after work because Vox and Velvette were still working.
So, really, a boring time all around.
His entire body was sprawled out along the couch, taking up all of it, while his head was draped over the armrest so his chin could face upwards. He didn’t think he looked as elegant as he wanted right now. Actually, he probably looked like hot shit. He hadn’t groomed his fur in weeks!
Mostly because Vox had been too busy to help him… Hey, it wasn’t his fault that Vox’s claws were much sharper and efficient at getting knots out without making it painful.
With Vox it was always work, work, work. He understood where he was coming from. Val did like to skip out on work quite a bit, mostly when it didn’t excite him much, but he could be a bit of a workaholic sometimes. What could he say? He really liked his job. Making films was all he had wanted to do, and the porn in them just made it better. One thing he could thank Vox for was giving him the boost he needed to start his film career.
Still, Vox seemed to work all the time. He felt like there was no time for himself, really. It made him feel sort of bad. Sometimes, Vox was too exhausted to even have sex with him after work (after Val pulled him away from his desk) so they hardly got to spend any intimate time together.
At least Vox was cuddly when he was tired.
Val’s head shot up when the door opened and slammed back against the wall. They really should invest in a doorstopper. Vox came in, not really stormed, but he did have a frustrated bounce in his step, and strikingly slumped against the back of the couch. Val thought that if he wasn’t taking up all the couch space, Vox would have come over and pressed his face into the cushions like a whiny little baby.
“Oh, work was so shit.” Vox complained, his voice a low groan. Sometimes, it was hard to tell whether Vox was being purposefully theatrical or just exhausted, because when he was tired he tended to exaggerate.
“Please tell me all about it,” Val curled back into himself and sat on his feet so he took up less room. “I’ve been bored all day. I need sound in my life.”
Vox rolled his eyes, but a smile flickered at his mouth. He rounded the couch and sat down, leaning dramatically onto Val.
Vox then began to spin a tale he thought was probably heavily hyperbolic. Something about how his assistant had been fucking everything up and then, unrelatedly, he got really bad stomach cramps and had to deal with it all day with meetings, said he probably ate something bad. The story itself had absolutely no value, but Val found it so pleasing to have something going on in his ears that wasn’t the excessively loud AC.
They had scooted closer together, seemingly unnoticed by the two of them, as Vox talked. By the time he was done, all four of Val’s arms were wrapped around Vox as he rested his chin on the top of his head.
“Oh, poor baby,” Val crooned once he’d finished. “I’m so sorry. Do you need a fuck to feel better?”
He leaned back to examine his reaction. Vox bit his lip, seeming to think about the offer, before eventually shaking his head. “Nah, I just need rest.”
Val harrumphed, a little disappointed, but he wouldn’t press further. Tonight he would be sure to convince him.
He leaned his head back on top of his, bringing up one hand to gently poke at and bend his antenna. He could feel Vox shivering as he did, and he delighted in it. He would gladly do this all day and all night if Vox let him, especially with the little ’bo-boing’ noise it made. He found it very pleasing.
Vox actually let him do this for longer than usual. He seemed too tired to fight back. The usually oh-so-scary television overlord let out a sigh, his guard let down and relaxation slowly seeping into him.
Val loved how he could do this.
It meant a lot to him that Vox could be himself around Val. Maybe not all the time, but when it did happen, he felt like it was a sort of miracle that made his heart stutter. Vox liked to hide behind his persona, liked to show off his big ego and his empire and take the credit for everything… but underneath he was just a big softie.
Vox nuzzled closer to him, and it made Val’s heart leap with a joy he didn’t quite want to fully address. He was very happy to let Vox get closer to him, to nuzzle into him like a little cat, to—
A sudden, sharp pain shot through his arm. It surprised him so much that he jumped, wings flaring outward. Vox quickly jerked back, guilt written all over his face.
Val stared at him in disbelief. “... Vox, did you just bite me?”
Vox stuffed his hands into his pockets. “No.”
“What the fuck! You know how sharp your teeth are. At least bite like, my shoulders or something more… Why would you go for my arm?”
Vox closed his eyes tightly, presumably so he didn’t have to keep looking at Val. His screen was flushed blue with embarrassment. “I’m sorry! It was involuntary, I swear!”
“How the fuck is that involuntary?”
He hesitated briefly, pulling his hands out of his pockets to fidget with instead. “I dunno. It’s just, like, something I wanna do sometimes. I mean, I usually don’t because I can control myself, but… yeah… “
Val was less angry now, more confused. “You… want to bite people sometimes.”
“Mostly just you.”
“That doesn’t make this any less weird.”
“It’s just… “ Vox ran a hand down his face, smudging his display. “... It’s weird. It’s like a… shark thing? Sharks bite each other when they want to mate or while they’re mating. I don’t know why I do it. I just do.”
Val blinked in surprise. He couldn’t help the smile already blooming on his face. “So you were like, flirting?”
“If you wanna put it that way… “
“That’s the most adorable fucking thing,” Val’s face was practically overcome with his smile. “It hurt, but it was adorable.”
Vox scoffed. “I thought that you like when it hurts.”
“Not when you just go for it.”
“Good point,” He sighed. “I’m sorry. I won’t do it agai— “
“Now when did I say I didn’t want you to do it again?” He interrupted.
Vox blinked at him. “Huh?”
“It was cute, do it again.” He said simply, holding out his arm to him.
Vox looked at his arm, and then back up at him. “You mean you liked it?”
Val shrugged. “Yeah.”
“That’s… that’s… “
“It’s not weirder than you doing it in the first place.”
“Mmmm… stop making good points.”
“Just do it already, chico tiburón.”
Vox sighed, but he didn’t miss the way that he swallowed harshly. Then, he leaned down. He hesitated for a moment. Val was about to snap at him again before he took his arm with both of his hands and lightly nibbled on it.
It wasn’t a one-and-go thing. He nibbled very softly, again, again, again. It was kind of like he was gnawing on him like a dog would do with its chew toy. His skin prickled with the slight pain. It made him blush deeply.
When Vox pulled away, there was a bit of drool smeared on his forearm and tiny little bite marks. Vox rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand.
Val took a moment to speak. “... That was really hot.”
Vox’s eyes widened. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he rubbed at his face with his hands. “I understand sharks now.”
Vox just stared at him, slowly, he crept closer. It was not much of a distance to creep forward, but he just slowly raised his head up into his face. Based on the amount of times Vox had made him watch Jaws, he could just hear the theme in his head.
“... Do you want me to do it again?” Vox asked.
Breathlessly, he whispered, “Yeah.“
Vox lowered his head down to Val’s shoulder instead, like he had snappingly suggested earlier. Vox sunk his sharp teeth into his skin. He bit harder than the last time, but lighter than the first. He could just barely feel his skin press down until it was close to breaking.
Vox covered Val in little bites. All around both shoulders, across his chest, and Vox even pulled the collar of his shirt down a bit so he could sneak in a bite near his nipple. Every time Vox’s teeth made contact with his skin, he let out a soft gasp that carried just the faintest moan. Every prick of pain went straight to his dick.
With Val’s reactions, Vox seemed to grow a bit more confident with this. He grinned as he moved lower, lifting Val’s shirt at the belly and lightly nibbling on his stomach. “Is my shark seduction working on you?”
Val brought his hands up to Vox’s shoulders, holding them tightly. “Don’t you ever call it fucking shark seduction.” He hissed through gritted teeth.
Vox just chuckled, and then licked a stripe down his stomach down to just above his waistband. Val’s legs jerked forward on impulse, but Vox lifted his head away.
“Do you want me to please you?” Vox purred, obviously in what Val liked to call his dominant mood. As opposed to his submissive mood, of course. “Like one of your whores? Like… like a needy little shark?”
“I can’t believe you’re bringing your weird little fixation into this.” He muttered bitterly, though his lower half pulsed with need.
“You told me to keep going.”
“.... Yes. Please me like a needy little shark.”
Vox growled eagerly, getting up on his knees and immediately unbuckling his pants. Usually Val would tell him to take his time, but he would let Vox have this.
He tossed his belt and pants aside. Val could already see a wet spot and his erect dick through his boxers. It seemed like he’d gotten more worked up than Val. Vox took off the boxers and tossed them aside, too, right onto the floor. He let out a relieved sigh once he was free from his confines.
Val bit his lip at the sight. His cock was already arched upwards up to his stomach, clearly very hard just from the idea of biting Val alone. Seeing it made Val get progressively harder.
Vox worked on taking Val’s pants off, next, which was a lot easier since he wasn’t wearing a belt or anything. He was just wearing a pair of skimpy shorts he’d put on to get comfortable once he’d gotten upstairs. Vox probably would’ve ripped it with how excited he was if not for the fabric being relatively strong. Stronger than most of Val’s silk outfits, anyway.
Once he was free, Vox didn’t even bother to take either of their tops off. Val wasn’t going to complain. This was more of a quickie than anything really slow and intimate. Val was already relatively hard, too. Vox let out a noise that was similar to a growl and an eager groan. He came forward and rubbed his tip against Val’s, causing them both to suck in a breath.
“You’re mine,” Vox murmured, taking Val’s cock in his hands and rubbing up and down with his palm. “All mine. I’ll bite you til you’re covered in marks, bruised and bleeding. I’ll bite you til everyone knows you’re mine and you always will be. Mine. Mine.”
Vox finished his little speech with another bite placed on his shoulder. He bit down much harder this time and for much longer. It was like his teeth had locked onto him. When he pulled away, Val could feel blood dripping from the wound. Vox licked it up.
“Gonna— gonna stick my throbbing, leaking dick into you. Gonna thrust into you until I come. Gonna fill you up with my pups and you’ll be mine… “ Vox stuttered throughout, obviously extremely worked up.
Vox’s hand moved from Val’s dick (to his disappointment) to his own to get it leaking a little more. Then, he angled it to Val’s entrance, giving him no respite before he shoved himself in.
The distinct feeling of him getting stretched out made him moan loud enough to be heard over the obnoxious AC and probably to anyone who could be about to enter. Vox grinned, and set a pace that was unforgiving from the start. He wasn’t letting either of them relax.
“You’re so fucking tight, Val,” Vox babbled, significantly chattier than usual. “God, feels amazing… oh, I’m gonna fill you up so good… “
Neither of them lasted very long. With the way Vox was talking and the way he was thrusting sporadically like he would die if he stopped, Val came a little bit before him, shooting out onto both of their stomachs. Vox came soon after, his cock pulsing deliciously inside of him before coming deep inside.
Vox pulled out after a moment, panting. He laid down on Val’s chest. Val, impulsively, laid an arm over him, trying to catch his own breath.
Vox swallowed harshly before finally speaking. “... I didn’t know you would be so into that.”
“Me neither.” He breathed, equally as surprised.
Vox sat up, placing his arms on either side of his. He grinned excitedly, so it was far from sexy and closer to adorable. “Can I do one more?”
Val sighed. “Fine. One more.”
Vox lowered his head down to his wrist. Val initially jerked back, not expecting him to go to that area of all places, but Vox placed a small little kiss on his pulsepoint. Then another, and another, and another. He scattered kisses all over his wrist. Then, ever so softly, he bit down up a little ways from his pulse. Val let out a blissful sigh.
Vox collapsed back onto his chest, looking maybe happier than Val had ever seen him. “Maybe next time, you can fill me up with your pups.”
“Maybe… “ He tried to sound uncertain, but Vox’s excited tone and the idea itself made him throb again.
Vox chuckled, seeing right through him. “You loved it.”
“Whatever.”
“I’d do it again.”
“... I’d let you.”