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The late glow of evening lights overtook the tower’s penthouse for the evening. Vox rested against the couch, scrolling mindlessly while he waited in patience. Only when the door opened did he turn his attention away from the secondary screen, clearly searching for something. Smoke filled the room like a midnight fog, bringing a comforting and familiar quality to the atmosphere, only second to the figure of Valentino entering alongside the fumes. Vox’s phone was discarded on the cushion beside him as he hooked an arm off the back of the seat to look at the other. The tall moth demon reciprocated the attention as he set his own device down on the countertop of the desk sitting near the back of the room, turning to make eye contact. He inhaled another puff of his smoke and blew it out in Vox’s direction, small flirtatious hearts forming as it dissipated.
“Didn’t you get enough screen time of me already? You’re about to burn holes through my clothes~”
Despite the teasing, he was quick to leave the burning cigarette on the table so he could strut his way over to the couch. Vox only raised his brows with interest, grinning and watching Val drag a hand along the back of the sofa. He brushed over Vox’s arm, the sultry insinuation finding its way into Vox’s mind quickly. Then, Val snaked himself around the armrest, wings swooping along his path as he placed himself in front of Vox.
“You know,” Vox started, “It’s hard not to stare when you get all dressed up for me…”. Vox’s eyes wandered, and he reached a hand out to grab one of Val’s lower hanging wrists. Before successfully grabbing him, Valentino pulled away, giving a sneaky look as he placed his lower hands against his hip instead.
“Then you’ll have no problem looking and not touching, right, baby?” He bent over in a taunting manner, face hanging over Vox as he spoke, lips pursed, and his tone antagonistic.
The other only rolled his eyes, unamused, and stood up without warning. This action alone almost sent Valentino back into their glass table, only holding his balance thanks to his second set of arms. Before he knew it, Vox had his nasty claws around Valentino’s waist, pulling him in close, a warning not to try to escape him today.
“I’m not interested in your cucking roleplay today. Come up with something else, I’ve been waiting all day to fucking touch you, and I’m not getting any more patient.” He spoke with sincerity, though his hand movements were more playful and didn’t disturb the sexual mood. Each stroke up Val’s sides sent a shiver up his back, testing his own patience as he began to think. Think…why couldn’t he think? His mind trailed into things they had done before, trying to figure out if there was anything interesting they hadn’t tried. Yet, his art block was starting to set in, and he felt himself feel unsure for the first time in a while. With silence filling up the air around them, Vox impatiently pushed Val back, causing his knees to buckle against the table, allowing Vox to hold a more domineering stance over the other demon.
“You’re thinking pretty long, Tino. Work take it all out of you?” Val only responded with a squint and furrowed brows, signalling his annoyance toward the comment. Though it was true, he was feeling rather stumped today. Vox was fast to pick up on this signal, knowing exactly what his facial expressions meant.
“Then how about no roleplay?” Vox suggested.
“No roleplay? Vox, that’s like…the best part of sex! How do you expect to have any fun like that…” Val crossed his lower arms and used his upper hand to free his waist of Vox’s hands. It wasn’t until his wrist was snatched that he began to pay attention to Vox’s expression of silent annoyance. He never argued with Val when it came to how to improve their sex life, so it was surprising when he began to pull the other down the hallway towards their bedroom. His antennae flipped back as Vox pushed him into the room first, closing the door silently behind them both. Val didn’t protest; Sex was sex after all, but who had sex without any roleplay? He racked through his brain to imagine all the possibilities as to why Vox was being so…vanilla right now. Even on nights like these, they could improvise something. It was odd.
On the note of odd things, the lit candles in the room instantly caught Val's eye. It was enough light for him to make out Vox’s figure as he began walking towards him. If he didn’t have that obnoxious TV head, Val would have a much harder time figuring out where the other sinner was right now, that was for certain. The touch against his chest was cold, and the amount of pressure that was applied in this motion only insisted that he should be headed to their bed, of course. Silk covers decorated the bedding, creating a luxurious, cool feeling. It was a comforting feeling after a long day of work, and today was no different. Valentino sat himself at the foot of the bed, allowing Vox the height difference he usually enjoyed.
Vox took advantage, as expected. Cold claws cupped Val around his cheeks, and the static of Vox’s mouth engulfed him for a moment. The kiss wasn’t unusual, yet, as their tongues only caressed one another before Vox pulled away, it left a shadow of…something. Whatever.
It was quiet for a few moments before Vox slid his hand down into Val’s fur, brushing it as he went in for a more familiar kiss. Their bodies molded to each other’s shape without complaint, fur flowing through claws, tongues wrapping around one another. The break in their kiss felt like freedom, until Vox grabbed Val from his backside. His screen remained close, closer than necessary. The hot air from both of them lingered for longer than would be comfortable if they were doing anything more erotic. It was the lack of erotic sex right now that made Val’s stomach jump inside of him.
“Can you take your shirt off…?” Vox whispered into Val’s mouth, causing the other to snap back into reality. He tried to lean back into the bed, seeking an escape from this weird interaction between them. The only thing stopping him from doing so was Vox. He only got halfway down before Vox pulled him up again.
“Unbutton it.”
The familiar tone in his command made him obey, taking his upper arms and working the shirt off quickly.
“Slow down, you’re gonna ruin your clothes-”
Val became irritated at this specific request, because since when the fuck did Vox care about ruining his clothes during sex?! His hands slowed, unholstering the buttons and working his way down. Vox lifted his hand from Val’s fur and began to trail over Val’s revealed skin, only grazing over one of his exposed nipples. This drew an involuntary moan, only muffled by the inside of his throat as he huffed in protest after. The two remained silent, and it was beginning to feel suffocating.
Vox pushed the other down, and Val followed suit, sliding backwards and into the plush pillows he used mostly for decoration. It didn’t take long for Vox to recognize Val’s nervous movements. His lower hands played at the bottom of Vox’s shirt as he tried to unbutton it, and he clearly avoided anything that could be perceived as direct eye contact.
“You’re fidgeting…” Vox said quietly. He dipped his head down onto Val’s chest, hand on either side of the man’s body.
Val only turned his head, burying it in the soft fur that captured his face so well. Vox didn’t press further, simply removing the half-unbuttoned shirt and discarding it to the side of the bed. He pondered for a moment, then began placing kisses down Val’s lavender body. He was not quite close enough to Val’s nipples, yet he still earned needy whines and involuntary twitches.
While it wasn’t visually obvious and seemed easy to hide, the way Vox’s screen heated up certainly differed from their usual scenes when they had sex. Valentino noticed immediately, feeling how there was a warmth that lingered on his body even when Vox moved to kiss him elsewhere. His antennae fluttered when his sexual partner began to explore up his arms, down his chest, and against his sides.
Then Vox hesitated to continue.
His claw clung to the hem of Val’s shorts, and he pulled his body up to look at the other in full. He was not met with eyes. In fact, Val’s head was still desperately clinging to his fur, eyes shut with anticipation, mouth gaping slightly as he breathed heavier with each passing moment. The sight was erotic. The sight was…it was making Vox’s heart pump ten times faster. He felt himself get a bit dizzy, and he let go of Val’s shorts. A huff of air escaped his mouth, and he put a hand to his screen without thinking, covering his eyes while he tried to make sense of what was going on. This was more than erotic; It was intense, and he had no idea why. It didn’t take long for Val to realize Vox was delaying his touches, prompting him to open his eyes and turn to look up at the blue-lit screen. It was so easy to get lost in his glow...
“Vooox…” he whined softly.
Vox turned his head, looking up as he continued to cover his mouth. Val nudged him with one of his legs, causing Vox to adjust himself to a different, awkward position.
“I… don’t know if I like the way I’m touching you…” He spoke low, and he exhaled as he tried to control his breathing. “It’s weird…I don’t know-”
Val’s lower hands grabbed Vox’s, sliding them up his thighs. The two locked eyes, then quickly looked to the action in between them.
“Yeah, it is weird…” Val stated. He let go of Vox’s hands and slipped his thumbs under the fabric of his shorts, sliding them off alongside his panties. “...but it’s not turning me off…” his voice ached with a soft, seductive tone. It was breathy, pleading, begging if you will. Vox drew in closer, settling both of his legs between Val’s after the shorts were dismissed. Hands pushed the legs apart, and they instinctively wandered into the familiar territory. There was nothing else said between the two. Wordlessly, they began to wrinkle the sheets with movements, the room getting warmer with each sigh, every gasp.
Vox’s fingers met with Valentino’s dick, drawing a line from the base up to the tip. He traced lines around the top, breathing harder every time Val gasped at the sensation of cold metal against the sensitive part. The leaking pre-cum was a sign enough of Vox’s job well done, but the real prize was just below the long cock in hand. Valentino was gifted with both sexual genitalia, presenting Vox with the best of opportunities every time they encountered one another intimately. Tonight was no exception as he slipped a finger inside, wasting no time before a total of two found their way in Val. With one hand, he slowly, agonizingly stroked Val, and the other began to push inside his hole, making sure to pump at an even and slow pace. The way Val’s arms reached for the blanket under them, while his body shook at the multiple sensations, it all had Vox on edge.
Val, on the other hand, was already hot and overstimulated. Usually, this wouldn’t ever be enough to get him off, yet somehow, he was feeling like his chest was about to burst. His hips jumped with each stroke, his body shuddered every time he felt those sharp claws gape him open just a little wider. This was agonizingly erotic, and it felt as though it was lasting forever. Only after a few minutes of this did Vox finally cave in and start to unbutton his pants as he panted. Val watched him discreetly, lidded eyes attempting to cover his interest in seeing the other tower over him. Vox fumbled, messed up a few times, but finally managed to pull his dick out. It was like he was about to have sex for the first time, staring at Val’s pussy, rock hard and aching with desire. Val was in no better shape. When Vox teased a taste of skin to skin between their intimacies, the moth began fidgeting like he hadn’t had sex in weeks, moaning out small pleadings. Somehow, the two already seemed to be at their limit, and they hadn’t even started.
The pressure of the first push inside Valentino could have sent anyone into heat; Vox was lucky to have lasted longer than that. Val was surprised when Vox didn’t bother with fast or rough penetration, only edging him further with the slow and gentle entry. After a moment of pause, Vox pushed his dick deeper into the other and leaned in, getting as far into Valentino as he could manage. Without much thought behind it, they both began kissing one another, slow thrusts accompanying the passion. They were using their tongues, but it wasn’t as intense as they had become used to. This time it was slow, almost tender; there was even caution as to where their teeth might end up. The way each of them pulled back to catch quick breaths before continuing was almost more arousing than the sex itself. Vox lifted one of Val’s thighs briefly, trying to change the angle of his thrusts so they would be more appealing to the other. Their kissing was only halted because Vox leaned back, knowing that both of them would feel better at this angle. They both recognize which positions would make them both feel the best; They were practically experts in one another’s bodies. Words didn’t need to be exchanged for there to be an understanding of how to handle the other in bed.
“Vox..Voxxx I’m- oh fuckk…”
“Me too…shit, this is- oh…”
Vox lidded his eyes slightly and sped up his thrusting so it was intense, but still, he remained consistent and steady. Lowering one of Val’s legs, he wrapped his claws around Val’s dick once again, teasing at his head. This action alone seemed to be Val’s breaking point. The poor demon squeaked, shuddered, and cried out as he came all over his stomach and partially on his chest, twitching and writhing under Vox. Despite the eventful display below, the media overlord took no moment to stall, still thrusting into him and pumping Val’s dickin order to drag out the high a little longer.
It wasn’t until Val looked up at him, vulnerable and wide-eyed, that Vox felt a wave of unwelcome embarrassment take over his body. His entire body shuddered, and his screen dropped while his fans worked overtime to cool him down. This whole night had been confusing, but this took the cake. He hadn’t lasted more than, what, half an hour, and was going to cum just from looking at Valentino? This was a new all-time pathetic. He gave in anyway. After only a few more wet and messy thrusts, he released all of his built-up tension inside of the other, looking to watch as he overfilled him. He looked and looked, watching himself thrust through the orgasm, looking anywhere but at Val. The embarrassment was too much to handle. The way they had sex was too much to handle. Hell, Vox didn’t even realize what he was doing until it was too late. The last thrusts were like a look into heaven’s gates. Flood gates, more like. His own peak was accompanied by waves of liquid seeping from the hole he filled.
Only their panting filled the silence when Vox pulled out and collapsed beside the moth. Neither of them said a word, but Val’s body shifted enough so that his arm touched Vox’s. It was quiet, but the way both of them were almost able to eat their heartbeats was making it noisy enough already. With only the rustle of their sheets, Val got out of the bed so he could clean himself, and Vox watched his backside as he opened the connecting door to the bathroom and lit a cigarette. He always had a spare somewhere.
Smoke filled the bathroom, slowly pooling into the bedroom, and suddenly, Vox felt more comfortable again. They wouldn’t talk about their soft exchange of touches, or their too-gentle kisses, or their slow sex. In fact, they would probably pretend it didn’t even happen. They never talked about these off moments, the times when they became warm to the touch, when their hearts beat a little faster, when their eyes meet and share a conversation. It would be weirder if they did talk about it, honestly. It’s better to silently enjoy these moments, rather than ruin something so good with useless words, anyway. That’s easier than thinking about what anything more might mean.