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Vox was always deemed this big bad CEO among the other lesser sinners, all because he owned a huge tower with the Vee's and ran a couple of companies. Sure it was stressful, and sure it was a lot of work sometimes. But it was tough shit.
Valentino had been a little bit more pissed off today. Why? Because Vox was making zero time for him over all the work. Worrying about other unimportant things like that pesky brujo estupido out of everything. What was so special about him anyway? He was just some deer who looked like he'd been bathed in a tub of pepper spray.
It's not like Val doesn't have any work either. Its hard getting these bratty ass pornstars to behave for shooting, it can take up to hours and fill in late nights, but that doesn't mean he completely discards his boyfriend because of it.
The clacking of his heels echoed as he stomped down the hallway and right into the room Velvette was using to stir her potions inside of her cauldron, and he is visibly upset. He takes a seat with a loud squeak. He crosses the bottom pair of his arms and lights his cigarette with the other. "I can't fucking believe this."
"What now?" Says Velvette, looking off into a weird digital window floating in front of her. She seems to be following some kind of instructions. "Is it Vox again?"
Valentino dramatically sprawls himself out in the rolling chair and lets out a long whine. Velvette rolls her eyes and confirms in her head that it was in fact, Vox again.
"He's always so busy! Like-- he used to make time for me all the time and now its like I don't even exist to him anymore! Not since he's put all of his focus on that dumbass deer overlord." Valentino wants to be wrong, he wants it so badly to be something else, anything else. But he knows it isn't.
Velvette keeps stirring when she speaks, "He's an asshole, yeah. But maybe this time he's just a little stressed out, have you seen those disgusting dark circles underneath his eyes? It really isn't a good look on him."
Valentino sighs, "So he doesnt hate me?"
"Oh my God Val, if he hated you then I would literally never see you in V tower again, you know once hes sick of someone he throws them out faster than me firin' models if they don't look good in somethin' I make." Velvette still doesn't pay any attention to Valentino halfway on the floor, throwing a tantrum like some spoiled child.
"So what you're saying is.." he stands up and rolls his tongue out of his mouth, "He needs a little stress reliever..?"
"Ew, yeah, whateva."
"Obviously! Why didn't I think of that, thanks babe! Kisses!" Valentino celebrates as he runs out of the room giggling to himself like a child. Velvette rolls her eyes and dimisses whatever lovers quarrel they were having, as long as they did their shit where she couldn't hear, she didn't care.
While Vox had spent the entire day sorting through paper work and dealing with Alastors taunting through his dumb radioshow.
Now that he's been defeated, and everything went back to normal, after 8 long months of 'sorrys' and rebuilding Pentagram city; he could go back to the boring stuff. Vox guessed he'd give up trying to be God to gain his life back. Ten long lectures from Velvette and Valentino, five each, he was taught that it wasn't worth it.
So now he's here, stacks of paper work on his desk and back to being a plain old overlord. The overlord who used to be "crazed over the radio demon". Even if that wasn't the case anymore, that kind of character had already stained his own reputation like fine wine. If only Valentino knew how wrong he was. Whatever, he has much more important things to do. Like this dumbass paperwork.
This banging headache throbs through his screen. His loose suit is opened and wrinkled, no coat and no care. The crease from his stupidly large chest peek out of his boob window and his sloppily loosened bowtie hangs off of his chest like a lazy accessory. When was the last time he's slept? He doesn't know. The pen in his hand keeps giving him cramps from signing off on whatever. Practical essays he has to write for who knows what. He feels like he's been at it for days, he's lost count of the time. All he knows is his desk, and his poor aching back.
If Vox just ignored Alastor, maybe they'd finally part ways. It seemed to be working, Alastors nagging has slowed down and hopefully will for good. Maybe he'll finally realize that Vox just doesn't give a fuck anymore. Though not everything had completely went back to normal, Vox made sure to try and squeeze himself back into hells "norm".
It had been long passed their usual dinner time when Valentino burst through the door of Vox's office. He'd spent the entire day planning how to make this perfect. Vox rolled his eyes when he saw just who was waltzing up to his desk.
The moth slammed his hand on his desk and leaned in to keep eye contact, "We need to have a little talk, Vox." He says it like he'll stab the TV man otherwise. Vox knows when Valentino says his name like that that it must be serious, but he was way too exhausted to be worried about it. He might prefer the stabbing over anything else right now.
"Val-- can we not do this right now? I'm busy." He grumbles while pinching at the bridge of his nonexistent nose. But Vox doesn't care, not when hes been neglecting his precious time with Val.
"We are so doing this right now. You need all of that stressed fucked out of you."
"What?"
"You heard me." Valentino snatches him by the collar and right over the desk. Vox struggles for a bit before being manhandled over to his bed and tossed recklessly. Vox doesn't have time to process what just happened, and since when the hell was Valentino so strong? It was kind of turning him on.
He rolls his eyes and eventually gives in when Val starts kissing his neck. Vox grabs Valentino by the shoulders to flip them over so he's on top, but the moth has other plans. "Oh no no baby, did you think you were leading today?" Valentino presses his hand against his chest to lay him down against the bed. Vox feels like he could just fall asleep right there, the fluffy sheets against his back was doing wonders for him.
"I don't bottom Val."
"Well you will tonight."
But whenever the stripes that Valentino is licking up his neck starts feeling a little too good, he decides, fuck it, It'll just be a quick little thing. Nothing crazy.
Valentino peppers kisses from his chest all the way up to his face "Eyes on me." He growls into Voxs' mouth before poking his tongue between his lips. Valentino reaches up to rub one of his antennaes and it definitely gets a rise out of Vox. He Shivers violently, it's been awhile since they've been able to do any of this. Valentino wants to savor him, to get his mind off of all of his boring work.
He slides his tongue over the roof of Voxs' mouth and mixes his saliva into their kiss. The aphrodisiac tingling his tongue with a soft buzz. Vox almost moans into his mouth, this man hardly ever bottoms, like-- ever. And he was way too tired to fight Val on it now. The least he could do to keep whatever "strict boss-man" reputation he had left was keeping quiet. It's not like Val could even top correctly, especially when it came to Vox, right?
Nobody wanted to hear that the CEO of failing company voxtech was being pounded into the sheets by his.....associate. Valentino lays on his side next to Vox as he pulls his tongue out of his mouth, shoving his hand down Voxs' pants after using his other hand to unbuckle his cock free.
Valentino shoves his tongue back into Voxs mouth after that quick break. Kissing him slowly, all whilst simultaneously stroking his hardening cock. Voxs lower half goes soft with an indescribable feeling, his brain going numb from the pleasure his body has longed for.
The precum coated Valentinos palm and Voxs' own cock as he stroked. Vox choked on Val's tongue as his thighs lightly trembled. His fists balled up in the blankets, trying his hardest not to moan. Valentino finally breaks the suffocating kiss to pout, "you can make some noise for me, you know. I wanna hear that sexy voice of yours..."
Vox swallows a hard grunt. "I'd rather...die....fuck..." He loses his sentence as it falls on a soft whine.
"Hmmm if you say so." Valentino smirks, because he knows that by the end of this, Vox is going to scream his name. He keeps stroking, gradually speeding up. Valentino starts to breathe out filthy praises to really get him going.
"Baby..."
Vox swallows a gasp, no reply.
"Everyone worships you."
A sharp inhale could be heard, and Valentino kept going.
"You're a God, Vox."
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Voxs brain was kicking into violent overdrive, his screen flickers with Valentinos every word. "Mmm yeah? You like that?"
Something about those words he hasn't heard in a long time made Vox arch with every stroke. His knees bent at the warmth that was slowly pooling in his stomach. "Val--" He reaches for the arm Valentino was using to rub in between his chest tenderly, biting his lip and squeaking.
"Gonna cum baby? Go ahead, you're the boss."
The pile of stress and headache seemed to melt away once he cums. Eyes widening and flickering, Vox nearly blue screens with the way his orgasm washed over him like an uncontrollable wave. It had been so long. His voice glitching in and out of incoherent sentences. "ffffuu--...ckkk! Vvv-ALll!"
Cum sits on his chest, stomach and Valentinos hand after his climax finished assaulting him. Feeling like he was staring at the gates of heaven. Vox takes a second, but Valentino doesn't. He immediately licks his finger clean and struts off the bed, finding himself in between Vox's legs. "That felt good right? Don't think we're finished here, I need to open you up for the big finale." Says Valentino, like he knows the condition he's leaving Vox in after this.
"What? No fucking way, I need to--" Valentino disregards his words, keeping him down to slide off his pants. Valentino watches Vox bite his knuckle like he isn't screaming for more inside of his head. Spreading his legs far and wide, Voxs' face flushed a harsh blue. He's actually always done the leg spreading, having his legs spread was a feeling he'd never thought he would experience, ever. But now..
Valentino was about to show him the best of both worlds.
His tongue plunges and laps at Vox's asshole, making him flinch hard. The feeling was weird, uncanny, and uncomfortable. After a couple of strangled grunts from him, Vox started changing his mind. It was actually feeling really good, bucking his hips pathetically into Valentinos mouth.
The back of his head hits the pillow when he feels Valentino's tongue slither into him without warning. He uses the pair of hands he wasn't using to slide Vox's vest all the way above his pecs. Pinching and grabbing at wherever he could while his tongue danced inside of him.
"Fuck--" Vox tightens the grip on his pillow, Valentino's tongue and fingers were like magic. He knew where to rub, poke, suck, and lick to get Vox wanting to cry. His soft cries and strangled sounds were music to Val's ears, he looked up to see his cock hard and ready to burst again. He grabs it and pumps, showing Vox a whole other world he didn't know he needed to see.
Spots cloud Vox's vision with the way Val wasn't stopping. His hand shoots for Valentino's antennae to just pull on something, anything to soothe the weird feeling of such intense pleasure. His back arches slowly into the air while Valentino has his way with him, not letting go. "Val--"
He stops, looks up and smiles. "Yes, baby?"
"Fuuckk no- never mind, don't stop." His eyes shut momentarily. He tried to catch his breath with the little time Valentino gave him to relax again. His face and hand were wet with whatever was coming out of him, and Vox was embarrassed to all hell. So Valentino dove back down, stretching him, loving him, embracing him.
Vox's legs stutter in the air, Valentino pulls away here and there to berade him. "You fucking whore. You like me going down on you like this don't you?"
"N....no..."
"You don't care about anything else but me tongue fucking you until you bitch, hm?"
"Val!....f€=√--ck!"
Vox's screen stutters again. His knees twitch slightly. His eyes roll whenever Valentino practiced a trick he's never tried before, and the slick muscle reached places inside of Vox that he didn't even realize were anatomically possible. He nudges his prostate head on and it makes him nearly power off. This was something ethereal, and soon enough, he was cumming all over himself for the second time.
His body feels like it's ascended when he subconsciously tries to tremble through his orgasm, but he forces himself to stay as still as possible, even if he had already failed. His voice comes out in feeble squeaks, like he hated showing Valentino how good he was making him feel.
A long groan escapes him instead. When Valentino sits back on the bed he stares at Vox with an innocent smile like he didn't just finish devouring his ass until he came. "How was that, papi?"
Voxs chest heaves up and down, his forearm rested over his forehead. His body glistened with sweat and cum. He didn't look at Valentino with his dripping mouth or wet fingers. The moth grabs the side of Voxs' screen and waits for an answer.
Vox sits up, and as mortifying as it is to admit, his headache is gone and his back does hurt a little less. He feels....wet, and sticky. Hazy and delirious, the man begins scooting off the bed, half naked and ready to go clean all of this up, but Val catches him again.
Valentino scoops him up from behind and places him on his lap. Vox's back pressed against Valentinos chest. He hugs and feels him up, hardening his nipples and making them perk. "Val, fuck-- you know I need to get shit done."
"But you're not leaving? Just a slut secretly begging for more." Valentino slides his hand up to his throat and squeezes, making Vox's brain fog. His body was hot, reacting to every little touch.
"Weren't you just shaking all over my tongue?" Valentino rambles, "you're a pretty bottom too, mi joya, lets play one more time."
Vox turns away at all this cute shit he was spewing. Pretty bottom? Him? This was a one time thing, no way would he let Val take the lead again. Even if he was whining and squirming at whatever sorcery Valentino was using to top so good. He knows when he pouts like this Vox can't help but give in. Also guessing by the very hard object poking his ass, it would be hard to talk Val down once he was riled up like this.
So he let's Val claim him one more time. He dips down to bite his nape, Vox's shoulders tense with a quiet shiver. As Valentino laps at the mark, he uses his free hand to palm at his own crotch and unzip his cock free.
Val takes one arm from his left side to scoop both of the underneath of Vox's thighs and raise them up to press against his chest. His knees touched his chin as he was spooned in an awkward position he's never been twisted into before. Especially not by Val.
He's never been so exposed before, Valentino's been known to out freak even Vox sometimes when they have sex. But now that he's taken control and lifting Vox to press the tip of his cock against his entrance, it was an entirely new situation. Valentino had ever been inside of Vox before.
He holds his breath, Valentino sank him down on his dick abruptly. Alarms rang in Vox's head, it hurt, it felt like pressure inside of him that was about to explode. What was stinging pain slowly turned into wet pleasure. Vox trembled on his cock, this feeling being brand new. He was really doing this right now, it was real.
"Relax Amor, it'll feel so good."
Vox dismissively nods. When Valentino brought him up to slam into him, Vox kept as quiet as he could. But he was stretching him so good he felt like he could break any second. "Hoooly shit."
Valentinos cock throbs inside of him with every thrust, hug fucking him cross eyed until he was babbling strings of random nonsense. The position letting Valentino reach inside of him so deep. It's unfamiliar, Vox's head blanks as Val's cock hits him deliciously. "Val......v-val....ohmygod--"
"Hmmm?"
Vox speaks through gasps, "K-keep going...dont stop or I'll seriously fucking kill you..."
Valentino snaps his hips forward and growls into his neck. "And?"
Vox moans this time, pleading for more of whatever Val is giving him. His head and body turning into mush in Val's arms. "Fuck! Nothing, nothing, nothing just--"
"Magic words?" The ache of being folded in half and fucked was doing a number on his back again, doing nothing but taking it. Valentino noticed him shutting up whenever he would slow down if Vox was getting a little too mouthy.
He bit back a reply, doing something he's never done. Using his manners. "......please."
"Good boy." Says Val, giving Vox exactly what he asks for. More of this addictive feeling of pleasure pulsing through his entire body. The room fills with the sound of Valentino pounding into Vox as hard as he wants, and the other soft sound of the CEO babbling through sobs.
It was pathetic, nobody knew the face of Vox tech was getting plowed breathless from behind in a weird position he hasn't even thought up himself before. But damn did it feel amazing. His cares were pounded out of him when Valentino struck his prostate head on again. His legs would twitch on every on impact.
Cloud nine was a good way to describe his state of mind right now. Holding onto Val for dear life, he whines when he's close.
"Fuck...Im gonna cum so deep inside you you'll fucking taste me." Valentino kisses his crying boyfriend. Vox could only protest with weak mumbles and sobs. He kept a rhythm until Voxs back caved in, screaming, cumming, shaking. Valentino releasing everything inside of him and keeping him there.
His legs spazzed when Valentino finally let him go, resting him on his lap. Vox's screen flickers when he tries to catch his breath, letting Val kiss him up and down.
"Get your dick out of me..."
"In a minute babe," Valentino hugs him around his neck tightly, "That was fun, feel better now?" The usual pout in his voice is back. Vox is listening, but his mind felt like it could melt with all of the orgasms back to back. Whatever the fuck he was worried about three hours ago was something not even worth mentioning right now.
But Valentino's questions fell on deaf ears. The soft sound of snoring and the feeling of Vox's chest rising up and down slowly against his hands told him that Vox was as good as gone. He slowly gets him off of his lap, admiring his own ability to shatter Vox's ego a bit. He scoops Vox up in his arms and heads for the bathroom.
"Que bien lo pasamos." Val mutters, watching over him as he's bathed. Slipping him in boxers and throwing him on the bed. He sits at the end of where Vox lays and exhales into a cocky smirk, "you need to bottom more."
He leaves Vox to finally sleep. When we wakes up, whenever that may be, Valentino can only hope he remembers everything from the crying to the blue screening. He couldn't wait to see that cute, embarrassed look on his face.