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When Valentino steps into the penthouse, his eyes immediately fall to Vox. Standing in the middle of the room with one slim hip cocked into his hand, suit jacket and tie discarded, sleeves rolled up to reveal dark-navy forearms, and casually typing away on his phone while humming an unfamiliar tune to himself.
It's not like him to take breaks in the middle of the work day, ever the damn workaholic TV, Valentino muses. It's then he notices Vox's socks, jet-black with little baby blue sharks stitched into the fabric. Valentino can't help but think how cute he looks today.
But then again, to Valentino, Vox is always cute. No matter what the idiota is doing—unless it's blacking-out the entire tower over a certain rotten piece of venison, then Vox just pisses him off.
Heels clicking sharply against marble, Valentino quietly walks up behind Vox and places his upper hands on his shoulders, giving them a firm squeeze, while his lower possessively wrap around his middle. To his amusement, Vox flinches, cursing underneath his breath. His Voxxy is so cute.
"Jesus, Val! You nearly scared the shit out of me," Vox says, clutching at his chest dramatically.
"Mm, who says that wasn't my plan all along? " Valentino teases. Vox turns around to face him so Valentino can bend down to press a quick peck to his synthetic lips. Vox's hands instantly gravitate to hold two greedy handfuls of his ass, not to squeeze—for once—but just feel him.
"How was the meeting today? Any bitches I have to murder, mi amor?"
Valentino asks affectionately, casually curling Vox's broken antennae around one of his fingers and causing Vox to shiver involuntarily. The sweet little things have always been so sensitive, much to Valentino's pleasure and Vox's dismay.
"You remembered about that? I thought you weren't listening when I was telling you about it," Vox raises an eyebrow at him.
"I wasn't. Not really," Valentino admits with a shrug of his upper shoulders, "you know I can't stand all that boring corporate shit. But like I read a book and it said—"
"You read a book?" Vox says in almost disbelief.
Valentino huffs. "Qué? Do you think I'm too stupid to be able to read or something, Vox?"
Vox chuckles, pulling him closer by hooking a claw into the golden-chain hanging between his chest. "Of course not, babe. Just didn't think you were much of a reader. Go on, what were you saying?"
Valentino narrows his eyes before reluctantly continuing.
"It's Travis' book. The idiota left it lying around on set, can you believe that shit? I think his wife gave it to him or something…anyway, it said I should what was it?" Valentino ponders, "oh! It said I should 'take an 'interest' in your hobbies. Whatever the fuck that means. I didn't even know you had those—apart from being cooped up in your man cave all the damn time."
"It's not a man-cave, Val. It's my surveillance room. For protection, remember? Vox corrects him.
"Sí, papi. Sure it is," Valentino smirks, to which Vox rolls his eyes.
"Taking an interest in my hobbies? What does that mean?" Vox frowns.
"That's what I'm fucking saying! Like, helloo? If I start pissing myself about whatever it is you do, when will I have time for me, you know? Ugh, not like I have any already with those clingy putas up my ass all the time." Valentino grumbles, pouting and folding all four sets of arms across his body.
Vox stands on the tips of his toes to cup Valentino's cheek, turning his face toward him.
"You want Daddy to take care of those ungrateful sluts for you, baby?" He croons in a sickly-sweet tone, stroking the delicate curve of Valentino's cheek. "We can get you some new toys if the ones you have now aren't cutting it, babe. Just give the old ones to Velvette, I'm sure she'll make use of them."
A Cheshire-cat like smile spreads across Valentino's face as he leans into Vox's palm, lone gold tooth glinting wickedly. He cradles Vox's screen in his upper hands, the other pair sliding down to grope his pert ass through his too tight slacks, drawing a gasp from his lips, screen deliciously flickering with static.
"Mmm, you always know what to say, papi. You know me too well," Valentino purrs against his lips, "on second thought, don't worry your pretty screen about it, bebé. I can handle my things. But if they act up again, well," he chuckles darkly, "I'll be sure to send them your way. Think of it as a reward, a way to let off steam after working so hard all the time, si?"
Vox's screen splits into a twisted grin, "Noted. But how will I ever repay your generosity, Val? Giving me your old prized toys to play with…surely that must come at a hefty price," he lowers the octave of his voice, electric-blue tongue coming out to wet his lips in anticipation.
"Hmmm…" Valentino strokes the edge of a knuckle along Vox's monitor, "I can think of a few ways."
"Yeah?"
"Mhm," Valentino hums, before his tongue slithers from the wet, hot cavern of his mouth to lick a deliberate, long stripe along Vox's exposed neck, leaving a trail of cerise poison in his wake.
"Delicioso, mi rey," is the last thing to leave his mouth before Vox entangles his claw-tips in the thick, impeccably soft fur collar around Valentino's neck, drawing a deep moan from him, and yanks him into a heated, sloppy kiss. Their tongues wrapping around each other obscenely as they make out like two hormonal teenagers.
When his neck starts to ache from bending down, without breaking their kiss, Valentino scoops Vox up with two hands underneath his slim thighs, the other gripping the casing of his screen, to carry him over to the couch, Vox simultaneously letting out a muffled yelp against his mouth. Valentino unceremoniously dumps him on the velvet chaise, Vox's long legs spread either side of his hips, before climbing on top of him, upper hands slipping beneath his striped vest to appreciatively feel up his chest.
Valentino briefly pulls back when Vox's shirt and vest are shoved above his tits—because that's exactly what they are—to take one of the cyan, rectangular nipples into his mouth with a pleased hum, swirling his tongue around the teat appreciatively. Vox whimpers, hips grinding up against nothing, back arching obscenely, and claws curling tightly around Valentino's fluffy antennae.
"So sensitive," Valentino coos, "mm, I love your titties, Voxxy," he teases with a sultry giggle.
A cyan hue spreads across Vox's screen, antennae drooping over the top of his casing.
"Don't—don't call them that, Val. They're not—"
"But they areee, they're so cute," Valentino whines before taking the other one into his mouth and replicating the same treatment as before, rolling the free one between his thumb and index finger sharply.
"Mh—f-fuck," Vox's claws that aren't taut in his antennae rip into the velvet fabric of the couch, interference momentarily flashing over his screen. Valentino reluctantly pulls back with a wet pop to admire his work so far, gaze catching on the prominent bulge Vox is sporting in the front of his slacks. Vox's eyes are dazed, coolant dripping from his navy skin and chest slowly rising up and down with each breath. Valentino catches his bottom lip between his teeth. So cute.
Valentino trails his mouth along Vox's flat stomach and chest before reaching his lips again, both of them groaning deeply as their erections grind together. "Hah—you know what I was thinking earlier?" Valentino says before descending on Vox's neck, teeth scraping against his flesh.
Vox gasps, tilting his head to one side so Valentino has more room to work his magic, claws gripping his upper shoulders and legs wrapping around his waist.
"Wh—what's that?"
Valentino abandons his neck to move back toward his synthetic lips, tracing the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip. He leans in to whisper, breath hot against the sensitive ports of Vox's audio receptors.
"I was thinking about how fucking adorable you looked. Your little shark socks were sweet too," Valentino murmurs with a snicker.
Vox pouts up at him, panting, "I'm not cute, Val. I'm a fucking man," he grumbles like the grouchy old man he is, "and don't make fun of my sharks," he adds.
Valentino giggles and peppers his screen with fleeting kisses, licking a stripe over one of his hands and simultaneously unzipping his slacks to slip a hand into his underwear, slick palm wrapping around his aching cock. Vox keens, hips jerking, and electricity popping between his antennae.
"O-oh, f-fuck—Val—"
"But you call me cute all the time, no? And I'm also a man. So what's the difference? Is it your fragile masculinity talking?" Valentino drags his slacks all the way off along with his underwear—which, surprise, also have tiny blue sharks scattered over the red fabric. Adorable.
Vox blinks up at him, dumbfounded. "Wh—s-shit!—" a whine bubbling up from his chest cuts him off as Valentino speeds up the pace of his hand, thumb teasingly smearing the pre-cum that's began to ooze over the glowing cyan head. "T-that's-zZz—d-different!—"
"Is it? Besides," Valentino continues, placing a soft kiss on Vox's screen where his cheek would be if he had one, "you know i would never make fun of your sharkies, Voxxy. Well, only a little bit anyway. It reminds me of when we first met."
Vox swallows harshly, "h-how so?" he reluctantly asks, squirming incessantly enough that Valentino has to pin his hips down with his lower hands.
"Remember back in…what was it? 75?' You forced me to go see that silly movie. J...J…" the name is right on the tip of his tongue, but for the life of him Valentino can't seem to recall it. Curse Vox for being so stupidly hot and scrambling his brain.
"Jaws?"
"Sí, sí! That one! Mierda, I was so mad at you for that…I hated it." Valentino hums, giving Vox another sweet little kiss on the lips before moving down his body, fingers briefly dipping inside his vents and causing Vox's screen to stutter violently.
"H-hah!—V-Val—mh…"
"Remember?" Valentino's breath ghosts against the tip of his leaking cock, nuzzling his cheek against the throbbing organ. "Ugh, It was sooo boring, not sexy at all."
"I-I'm aware," Vox stutters out, "y-you-zZ—wouldn't stop fucking talking," he says breathlessly, "about h-how shit it was. Almost got us t-thrown out, you bastard."
Valentino grins wolfishly, before taking the head of Vox's cock into his mouth and suckling noisily, the tapered end of his tongue dipping into the slit. Vox chokes on a sweet sound, clawed toes curling, and screen fizzing with pixelated colors.
"Now that was fun. You fucked me so hard afterward, in that little alley outside…mm, best sex we've ever had, papi."
Vox scoffs but Valentino doesn't miss the small smile that tugs at the corners of his lips at the fond memory. It feels like a lifetime ago.
"Mmm," Valentino retreats to lick a wet stripe from his taut balls all the way up to the tip again, then in one fluid motion he sits back on his heels and practically folds Vox in half, ass in the air and legs pressed either side of his screen.
Humiliation burning through his systems, Vox lets out a noise suspiciously close to a whine. "Val! T-this is--zZz—f-fucking hu—Zz—h-humiliating!"
Valentino ignores his protesting, instead using his upper hands to spread Vox's cheeks apart to spit directly onto his hole, massaging the hot-pink saliva in with his thumb. Vox moans wantonly, thighs trembling.
"You were cute back then, too," Val reminisces as Vox wriggles beneath him on the couch, "so stubborn, though. With that big ass box head. And your piss colored sweaters. Mi querido Voxxy." he croons warmly.
Vox scowls viciously at him, "y-you asshole, you know I can't understand t-thatzZ— s-stupid language—"
"Mmm, that's the point, viejo estúpido. It makes everything so much more fun," Val says, before practically burying his face between Vox's cheeks with a guttural moan, tongue curling up inside Vox and cruelly flicking at his prostate.
"F-Fuck!" Vox cries out as wet slurping sounds begin to fill the living room, cock pathetically drooling pre-cum into a puddle on his stomach and hole desperately squeezing around the invading tongue. "H-hah! V-Val, Val!" a string of high pitched noises followed by staticky feedback escape him as Valentino eats his ass like a man starved.
When Vox's legs begin to tremble violently, Valentino comes back up for air just before he can reach his climax, squeezing the base of Vox's cock harshly. Vox whines in frustration, drool seeping out of the corners of his mouth and hole clenching and unclenching around nothing.
"H-h-hate y-you, you f-fuCkerzZ—" Vox tries to snarl, his voice coming out broken and hoarse instead. Panting, Valentino wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, before leaning over to shush Vox with a gentle hand on his screen. With incredibly little patience, Valentino then unzips his own pants in a frenzy, his own cock springing free from where it's barely being contained by the fabric of his black thong. Fuck. He spits into his palm before wrapping a shaky hand around himself, a shuddering moan leaving his lips.
He gently lets Vox's legs down before flopping against the couch, patting his thigh encouragingly and beckoning Vox toward him with a finger. Reluctantly, on shaky hands and knees Vox crawls towards him before settling in his lap, thighs spread either side of him and slick hole just barely nudging against the tip of his cock.
Valentino grips his small waist in his lower hands, while the upper pair hold his screen to drag him into a messy kiss. "Mm' think you c-can handle it, Voxxy?" he teases breathlessly, "or do you need Daddy to help you, baby?"
"Shut the fuck up," Vox growls, "I'm not made of goddamn glass, Val. I-I can do it."
Valentino smiles like the smuggest bastard in Hell. "Go on, then, mi vida. Show Daddy what you can do."
"Fuck you," Vox spits.
"That's the plan, carino."
Vox glowers at him. He shakily places braces one hand on Valentino's shoulder, claws tearing at the fabric of his open shirt, and using the other to spread himself open wide before sinking down in one smooth motion. Simultaneously tearing a broken moan from both of them. The tight, velvety heat around his cock is nearly overwhelming, Vox's walls squeezing him like they never want to let go. So tight. Luckily, they both take pleasure in the immense burn and stretch.
"Mierda!—" Valentino gasps
"O-oh f-fuck!" Vox moans, looping his arms around Valentino's neck and burying his screen into the junction between his shoulder and neck with a whine.
Valentino shifts Vox more comfortably in his lap, golden-tipped fingers digging into the soft flesh of his hips hard enough to dimple his skin. "Mh—that's it, such a good boy for me, Voxxy," Valentino murmurs, his cock twitching inside Vox as the media overlord keens at the praise.
"S-shit—s-so full, Val—" Vox's voice breaks cutely, his eyes welling up with tears. "M'get on w-with it already!" he snaps impatiently. Valentino chuckles, pressing a gentle kiss in between his antennae, before beginning to sharply snap his hips against Vox's ass, drawing a glitchy cry from Vox's vocal processors. Vox gasps and writhes, dick slapping wetly against his stomach where it's trapped between their bodies as Val fucks him on his cock, ruthlessly bouncing his slim body up and down like a doll.
Valentino presses his face into Vox's neck with a growl, arms tightening around him, and teeth sinking into his shoulder.
"T-that's it, amor. You're doing so well, baby," he gasps, greedily lapping at the fresh bite mark on Vox's skin. Vox cries out, fresh, hot tears streaming down his screen now.
"V-Val! M'g-gonna—" Vox moans, claws tightening in his shoulders. "H-hah!"
Valentino raises his head to hold Vox's screen in his hands, thumbs gently wiping away his tears.
"Sí? Are you going to cum for Daddy, amorcito?" he captures Vox's mouth in another heated kiss, one of his hands reaching between them to take Vox's neglected, throbbing cock into the safety of his hand. Vox makes a pitiful sound against his lips, entirely overwhelmed. Adorable.
"Shh, that's it…I've got you, Vox. Cum for Daddy."
"Fu—f-fuck, Val—Daddy!"
With that, Vox is gone. Screen jittering uncontrollably and sparks flying rapidly between his antennae as he spills between them with a desperate, needy cry, cum splattering over his stomach and Valentino's clothes. He slumps against Valentino with a whiny sound, squirming in overstimulation as Valentino chases his high before releasing inside him, a deep moan vibrating from his chest.
"Fuck.." Valentino pants, all four arms curling around Vox's trembling frame protectively as they ride out the afterglow of their respective orgasms. Just holding each other. After a few moments, Valentino begins giving little fleeting kisses all over Vox's screen, shushing his quiet whimpers and cooing over him.
"You did so well, Voxxy," Valentino praises, "my good boy. Look at you. You made such a mess, babe," he teases, earning an unimpressed huff as Vox slowly comes down from his own high.
"Shut up," Vox mutters, looking slightly embarrassed as Valentino pulls back to meet his eyes properly. A shit eating grin pulls at Valentino's lips.
"…Daddy, hm? I could get used to that—Ay, Voxxy, watch it with those claws!" he breaks into laughter as Vox angrily swats at his shoulder.
"I told you to shut the fuck up!—"
Just then, the double doors to the penthouse fly open with a bang, and Velvette walks in, hips swaying and face in her phone.
"Oi, you old timey fuckers, have either of you seen the—oh what the actual fuck! Again?!" Velvette shrieks.
Vox yelps, quickly pulling off Val so fast it makes both of them gasp, an obscene wet sound accompanying his actions. Valentino doesn't miss the sight of his spend leaking from Vox's hole, and the sudden urge to sit Vox on his face is nearly overpowering. Vox quickly covers himself with a nearby cushion.
"V-Velvette—fuck—W-we were just—uh!—"
"You better not have gotten cum on the fucking couch again, Vox!"
Suddenly, Vox grows annoyed.
"Me?! Why me! Why not him?!" Vox points at Valentino.
"Because I don't make a mess like you, Voxxy," Valentino tells him, a playful hilt to his voice.
Vox's gaze snaps to him, furious. "You!—"
"Bloody hell, look, I don't give a shit how you do it, just clean the fuck up before I have to see anymore dick swinging about!" Velvette points at both of them, shaking her head before waltzing out again and slamming the doors behind her.
They sit in silence for a few minutes.
"Well she's in a mood. What crawled up her ass and died?" Valentino huffs. He then pulls his cigar out of fuck knows where and pushes it towards Vox, not having to say a word for Vox to understand what he wants.
With a roll of his eyes, Vox reluctantly lights Val's cigar with a surge of electricity in the shape of a heart from his claw-tips. He stands up to shrug of his pants and underwear before sliding in beside Vox, lower arms wrapping around him and effectively spooning him.
He blows a puff of hot-pink smoke into the air before offering his cigar to Vox, who grumbles but nevertheless takes a short drag, a sigh escaping him and cerise air simultaneously billowing from his vents.
"So, was that officially hotter than sex in an alleyway behind some crappy theater?" Valentino asks casually, propping his cheek in one of his hands.
Vox looks at him for a moment before replying,
"…Fuck yes."
Valentino giggles and nuzzles into his neck. "You're adorable. Te amo, Voxxy."
Vox frowns at him. "What the fuck does that mean?"
"Don't worry about it, babe. Nothing important." Valentino delivers a soft peck to his lips.
To his surprise, Vox turns around and buries his face into his chest, hooking one thigh over his hip to pin him in place. "…Stay. For awhile. I don't have another meeting for a couple more hours."
Something warm surges in Valentino's chest, and he can't help but crack a small, lovesick smile.
"Whatever you want, mi rey.”