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"You said it’s an emergency and told me get my ass up to here right fucking away or you will murder me,” Vox complaints, extremely unimpressed, “To just let me watch your models taking photoshoots? What the fuck, Velvette?"
Vox stands at the elevator door of the top floor of their tower with his coffee in his clawed hand, looking at the rooftop pools in front of him with a frown. The pools, which were originally designed to be a resort, are now the background scene setting for Valvette’s fashion photoshoot, which is filled with VoxTek professional photography equipment and a bunch of Velvette’s models and photography crews walking around.
Vox walks up to Velvette, the doll demon who has her eyes glued to her phone almost 24/7 but now is surprisingly found nowhere near her phone. She is diving in the camera screen in front of her, not even giving a glance at Vox when he is standing next to her chair, responds to Vox dryly with prominent frustration in her voice. "No, you and Val are here to help me take photoshoots of my latest summer swimsuit collection."
"Me? Why?" Vox sits on the chair that one of Velvette’s photographers voluntarily (he practically bounces up from the chair when he sees Vox) gives to him, and snorts impatiently, "Can't you just let Val take that for you? Isn’t he doing this shit with you all the time?"
"I wonder who was the one sent me going to the meeting with those fucking fossils alone the other day, huh?" Velvette sneers sarcastically, not even bother to look up at Vox, she just gestures for the media demon better not to make excuses to skip out.
"Why are we still on that?! I was in heat! You’ve seen what kind of shit that stupid shark heat would make me do. AND I bought you the bags you wanted! Hell, I even bought you the whole fucking collection!" Vox protests, "I have important work to do today!"
"No, you don’t." Velvette retorts, her eyes still on the camera screen, "I’ve checked with your assistant."
Damn it, I am going to rip that fucking eel’s mouth off later.
Vox tsks in irritation, "But I still have other important things to do."
"Nothing is more important than my photoshoot! I'm going to release it first thing next week! I have to finish it today!" Velvette finally snaps. She turns around and glares at Vox, her red eyes deepen, flashing with anxious anger, "And you and Val are going to help me no matter what!"
Looking at the dark circles under Velvette's eyes and the anxiety on her face that indicate she hasn’t slept well (or hasn’t slept at all) for a couple of days, Vox sighs, "FINE. But first, what's going on with you?"
Velvette roars angrily before she slumps back against the chair as if giving up, "I have a couple of swimsuits that I designed specifically for couples in my summer collection. But apparently none of my fucking useless models could pull them off the way I want, so I called both of you to come help me with my swimsuit photoshoots."
"Val and I are business partners, not a couple." Vox emphasizes in a not very convincing tone.
"You two suckers are practically married to each other. Whatever, I don't fucking care, okay?" Velvette rolls her eyes, too exhausted to retort to Vox’s stubborn ass, "So here’s what you two gonna do, Val will take solo photos first, then it will be your turn with Val. Got it?” Velvette demands determinedly, “No one goes to sleep today unless the photoshoot is done!"
It’s not like I need to sleep every day anyway. Vox subconsciously wants to get right back at Velvette, but when he looks around the pools and notices that there are not only Velvette’s photography team who looks terribly drained as if they haven’t slept for a whole month – knowing Velvette, they probably really haven’t – but also the camera crews from both his TV show and Valentino’s porn studio (what kind of photos does Velvette have in mind exactly?) are called upon, Vox realizes how anxious Velvette is.
Reluctantly, he just sighs and agrees, "Okay, I'll help you this time, but you can't use the excuse of letting you go to that fucking meeting alone to make me agree to anything ever again. And the net profit of sales of this collection must be 10% higher than the number you proposed."
"Deal!"
Huh, that was easy. Should’ve said 20%. Vox raises his eyebrow and looks at the back of Velvette's head, who now turns back to stare at the screen, thinking to himself nonchalantly.
"Voxy~"
Just as Vox sitting next to Velvette, bored while scrolling through the statistics his assistant sent to him on his phone – Why did Velvette call him up here so early if he still has to wait for his turn to take the fucking photoshoot? – A familiar honeyed voice with a Spanish accent calls his name, slender arms stretching out wrapping around his neck from behind, and a black-and-white moth antenna hangs in front of his screen.
"Look at me in this bikini~They are so gorgeous!"
Valentino turns Vox's chair to face him, stands in front of Vox and making a seductive pose showing his cleavage and curves in a goddamn right way that no one else could possibly compete with (this kind of thing just really comes naturally to Val), batting his ridiculously super long eyelashes and throwing a wink at him.
Valentino is wearing a woman’s two-piece suit, with the right number of accessories to really pop out the design of the swimsuit. The design was quite simple, all black only with golden metal decorations on the chest and sides of the thong. And Velvette has somehow convinced Valentino not to wear his signature thigh high heeled boots, but a pair of pointed high heels with ten-centimeter stilettos.
To be honest, if this swimsuit was worn by any random female demon, Vox would probably think it was okay—he just rarely sees the appeal of women’s clothing on women ever since he met Val—but Valentino just has a way of making everything he wears look extraordinarily stunning.
Vox raises his eyebrows and hums in fascination.
Although Valentino's everyday wear is also hot and sexy, Vox has never seen Valentino wearing a bikini in the decades he has known him—it was Valentino who insisted on having pools on the roof of their tower for the three of them to have fun and relax, but the pools just end up as a mere shooting scene for either Valentino’s or Velvette’s work on occasion—now seeing Valentino wearing it, Vox would be lying if he said that he was not drawn to the sight.
Vox reaches out to grab Valentino's thin waist and pulls him onto his lap, hooking one of his claws around the waistband of Valentino’s bikini thong. "Looking sexy, babe."
Valentino chuckles smugly, slowly grinding his hips on Vox's thighs, leaning forward to press his upper body towards Vox's face, licking his mouth teasingly with his tongue, and saying in a low, alluring voice with a gasp, "Do you like it so much, papi?"
Vox hums lowly, a clawed hand reaches up to pull the fluff on Valentino's neck to deepen the kiss, and the finger that originally just hooked around the waistband has already dived further into the thong, almost breaking the thin string of the waistband.
"Are you two fucking serious?! Valentino, get your ass over here!" Velvette's furious scream interrupts them. The doll demon, who is already on the verge of exploding with anger, pulls Valentino's arm away from Vox and pushes him to the front of the photo set. "NOW GO!"
"Oi, babydoll, relax~" Valentino pouts, but still obediently stands in front of the cameras and starts posing professionally. "We are just doing a little warm-up exercise before we get started~ right? Voxy~"
Velvette ignores Valentino (but still takes the time to give him a middle finger), angrily orders the photographers to do their job, and then turns to glare at Vox who is still sitting on the chair.
Vox raises his hands in mock defense, stands up from the chair without saying anything and walks into the dressing tent at the side of the pools to change his clothes.
When Vox is done changing (it’s a man’s bikini. Damn you, Velvette) and walks out of the tent, he sees Valentino has changed into another cerise bikini suit and blows a kiss to the cameras.
Vox walks over and looks up and down at the red bikini on Valentino which is really highlighting the glow of Valentino’s violet skin, as if contemplating how to tear it off of Valentino. "This one is not bad either."
"Oh, Voxy~ I like how you are looking at me right now! Like you’re gonna eat me up!" Valentino narrows his eyes and smirks at Vox, his lustful gaze licking Vox's fit body stickily. "You look so hot in this, daddy likey~"
Vox hums noncommittally—he prefers to hear Valentino call him daddy—hooks up the gold chain which dangles on Valentino's chest and sends a small electric current going through the whole body of this horny moth demon.
Under the thrill of being slightly electrocuted, Valentino let out a lascivious moan that makes everyone on site (except Vox and Velvette) blush and some of those poor losers even get turned on by it. He hangs himself on Vox’s shoulders, kissing him and vaguely asking him to do it again.
Hmm, looks like someone is in a surprisingly good mood for giving a show for free today.
But of course, Vox will definitely make sure that their employees pay for the small show out of their sorry ass paycheck. His babe NEVER put on a performance for nothing.
Vox grabs onto Valentino's butt and squeezes it teasingly, casually reciprocating his kiss. "Maybe later, babe, Velvette is going to kill us if we don’t get started."
Valentino pouts again in disappointment, but still obediently takes Vox’s hands with him to the cameras – judging from the look on babydoll’s face, she probably will rip his wings off viciously and make him stay in his room with what’s left of his wings, buried in humiliation for days if he keeps pissing her off – "Fine, but we are so going to do it at least once with these bikini suits on later, papi."
Vox hums in agreement, starts posing in front of the cameras with Valentino as skillfully as the moth demon.
"Wow, Voxy, I didn't expect you to be so good at taking fashion photoshoots." Valentino wraps his arms around Vox's neck and praises in surprise, "I thought you could only take those boring photos for financial magazines or some business shit."
"Hey, I'm a man of many talents just like you, Val." Vox snorts, smoothly pulling Valentino's long legs up to make him pose in a very sultry style, smiling at him provocatively. “When the occasion suits me.”
Valentino laughs fondly, pushes Vox onto a beach chair behind them, straddling him and presses a kiss on the other demon’s lips, "Of course you are, Voxy~"
Vox lies on the chair, looking at Valentino who tilts his head and winks at him, not realizing that his tone was full of fondness for this demon. "Val, you are so beautiful."
Hearing Vox's almost pious praise, Valentino widens his eyes slightly at first, and then shoots a smile that Vox rarely sees but cherishes the most (of course he would never admit it) at him. "Oh, Voxy, you always know what I like to hear the most."
Vox laughs lowly and pulls Valentino in for another passionate kiss. Vox holds Valentino's face in his palm and gently rubs his cheek with his thumb. Seeing Valentino subconsciously leaning into his palm, Vox sighs with satisfaction.
He knows this is what he’s always wanted. Everything he and Valentino have is the only eternity in this constantly changing shithole.
"Vox."
Valentino moans in Vox's palm. Vox is almost fascinated by Valentino’s eager expression. Then he sees the same satisfaction in those endless blood-red eyes.
He really is the most beautiful creature in hell.
Vox pulls the fluff on Valentino's collar and brings him into an adoring kiss. And the next thing Vox knows, Valentino is already riding his cock, groaning thirstily as if he is trying to please Vox with everything he has.
Vox quickly glances around to make sure all their employees have left (good job, Velvette). He grabs Valentino's thin waist, taking his turn to thrust into Valentino’s body from under. "No need to rush, babe. We have plenty of time today."
"Really?" Valentino raises his eyebrows in surprise, submissively softened under Vox's palms. Letting Vox take control of the pace almost instantly without putting up any resistance. "No ‘important’ shits to do today?"
Vox shrugs, thrusting into Valentino’s body with intimidating precision, hitting every spot inside that always makes Valentino moan with thirst, begging for more. "Those things can wait."
"Now focus, babe." Vox pats Valentino's ass teasingly and grins at him, "Show me what my beautiful baby can do to please daddy, huh?"
Valentino laughs excitedly and gives Vox the same grin, purrs with a honeyed sweet tone. "Okay, Papi."
***
Vox feels almost as satisfied when he sees the net profit of Velvette’s new summer collection is 20% more than the expected number as the unforgettable sex he and Valentino had by the pools that day (and Val got to keep the bikini suits, perfect).
But then soon after, he finds out that Velvette has posted photos of him and Valentino making out by the pools on every one of her social media accounts as part of the publicity for her summer collection, without his permission. And Valentino liked them in each and every photo.
Then he sees Velvette send a message in their group chat:
“Now we are even, Vee. Love you both darlings! Thanks a lot! <3” with a bunch of emojis following.
The electricity sizzling, flicking across Vox’s office. Several monitors end up blasted due to overload under Vox’s glitching roar.
"VELVETTE!"