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Vox is no stranger to Valentino’s freaky roleplay scenarios during sex. He would even say he has gotten quite used to them over the past few decades. After the times when he opened his bedroom door to find Val in a cowprint bikini begging Vox to ‘milk him’ - which he found extremely hot - and the first time doing CNC where Valentino’s finger accidently slipped on his gun and almost blew Vox’s head off - which he somehow also found hot - he thought nothing could surprise him.
Turns out the universe just loves to prove Vox wrong.
It’s after an unusually long day of work that he steps into his bedroom, stretching his arms above his head and yawning. He feels more tired than he does normally, but he assumes that’s just due to all the caffeine he had that day crashing in his system. His shirt is already unbuttoned and he uses his wires to take off his pants as he steps over the threshold. He just wants to fall face-first into his bed and sleep for 10 hours straight - not that he will be able to, since he needs to get up early the next morning.
It’s really a testament of how tired he is that it takes him a few seconds to realize that Valentino is sprawled out over the mattress, in fancy white lingerie. Vox hates how fast he can feel himself starting to wake up.
“Val, what–” he starts saying, trying to aim for sounding irritated so the moth will leave and he can sleep, but not irritated enough that Valentino gets upset at him. A combination he has yet to master, honestly.
“Oh, baby,” Val calls out dramatically, basically ignoring that Vox has opened his mouth. “I thought you wouldn’t even come! How could you make me wait so much on our wedding night?”
That makes Vox stop in his steps, a tiny loading icon appearing on his screen for a moment as he processes the information. Unfortunately for him, his body really has been trained like Pavlov’s fucking dogs to hearing Valentino talk sexy, so he basically wakes up when he hears the man’s tone. And somehow, he’s already half-hard in his underwear.
“And here I even got myself ready for you,” Valentino continues his monologue as he turns on his side, lifting one leg a little as Vox steps closer to the bed. Beneath the lacy white panties he’s wearing, there’s a barely visible butt plug, only the light blue gem showing up a little through the material. Vox’s dick fills out a little more when he sees it, his mouth already salivating.
Okay, so Val wants to play house, for Vox to act like a newlywed husband. Alright, he can do that. He hopes.
“Oh, yeah?” Vox asks, opening Valentino’s legs with one hand so he has a better view. For a moment or so, he can’t help but stare at Val’s dick, already rock hard and straining against the tiny panties hugging his hips. There’s a wet patch where the head meets the lace, making it slightly pink-tinted due to the color of Val’s freaky fluids. “Seems like you’ve been… pretty eager, sweetheart,” he says, dropping his voice. He has no idea where the random petname comes from - Val and him usually just call each other babe, with a few more spanish endearments coming from the moth’s way - but it feels right.
“I just couldn’t wait, baby,” Valentino purrs out, turning on his back and opening his legs even further. “I wanna know how you feel already.”
Vox blinks. Did Val just imply that this is their first time? Is that the scenario? Is Vox supposed to be a fumbling mess, begging Val to let him finally fuck him after tying the knot– Is Val a virgin in this roleplay? Oh, that’s just a hilarious idea. Vox must see what he thinks about it.
Eagerly, he climbs on top of the man, peppering his body with tiny kisses along the way, until he reaches Valentino’s face, which he takes in his hand, soft, because they’re supposed to be married. “And tell me, have you been a good wifey? Keeping yourself pure just for me?”
He sees the moment when Val registers what he just said, and is fully ready to be laughed at for even suggesting such an unrealistic way to continue their impromptu roleplay session, but it never comes. Instead, Vox has the perfect front row seat to watch as Valentino’s eyes dart to the side and he bites his lips a tiny bit, blushing. Valentino, self proclaimed king of porn, who has slept with over a thousand people - both in life and death - blushing. He nods his head, affirming that the angle Vox is taking this is fine by him.
Needless to say, Vox already feels like he will go crazy tonight.
“Hurry up, though,” Valentino shoots back when he sees what must be a very smug look on Vox’s face. “I may have waited this long, but I won’t wait forever.”
Vox snickers under his breath when he sees the pouty face Val makes. “Of course, honey.”
Moving his hand down from Valentino’s cheek, Vox smoots over the top half of the lingerie set with great care, so that his claws don’t get stuck in the lace. He notices how Val has also taken off the chain which usually hangs between his nipples. Shame. Vox was just about to ask about why he even has that, if he’s so pure, but it seems like Val thought of everything. Reaching further down, he urges the moth’s leg up, then pushes the tiny panties to the side and takes hold of the plug.
“I’ll take care of you, baby,” Vox says as he slowly pulls the toy out. “That’s what a good husband does, right?”
Vox watches Valentino’s expression of pleasure - he suspects it’s mainly because of the stimulation of the plug, but Vox would like to believe it’s partly due to his words. Then, grabbing Val’s freaky moth legs, he maneuvers them to point towards the ceiling and lay over his chest, hooking into each other behind Vox’s TV head. Usually, he would tease and kiss Valentino more - if not for his own pleasure, then just because he knows the moth is a slut for some good foreplay - but right now, Vox just needs to shove his dick into the man beneath him.
He’d like to pretend it has nothing to do with the topic of the roleplay.
As he pushes in slowly, he finally notices the jingle of a small bell that comes from a white garter on Val’s thigh. Shit. Valentino really knows him, and his stupid affinity to lingerie and his freaky, cute moth legs. It’s a surprise he doesn’t have any stockings on tonight, actually. As Vox bottoms out and the legs on his shoulders twitch, the bell chimes again, and suddenly all of his attention is on that.
He raises a hand to flick it, listening to the sound and looks at Valentino with a shit eating grin. “You know this thing is gonna be very annoying when I start fucking you for real, right, sweetheart?”
Val - still a little out of character for him, honestly, even if for the sake of roleplay - turns his face into two of his hands and mutters something that Vox can’t make out. For a few moments, he’s not even sure if it was in English, or if Val just said something in Spanish (in which case, it would’ve probably been for himself). But no, it was English, Vox is pretty sure he caught a single word there that sounded like ‘want’.
Vox pries the hands away with great amusement on his face. Really, Valentino is acting so silly right now. He almost wants to laugh at how cute and ridiculous it is, but he holds it back, knowing that nothing good would come from it. “Come on, Val,” he says instead. “I didn’t hear that.”
Instead of answering, the moth opts for trying to get the show on the road, tries moving his hips to get Vox to move, but with Vox holding his legs and hip down with one hand each, it doesn’t work very well. Vox raises an eyebrow at the antics as Valentino tries a few more times, an annoyed expression on his face, then eventually the moth gives up.
“I said I want everyone to hear it,” Val says, his eyes darting away for a second, then immediately returning to Vox as he feels the dick inside him twitch. Now it’s his time to raise an eyebrow. “So they know who I belong to,” he continues, testing the waters.
This is usually a sore spot in their relationship, the fact that Vox doesn’t want to publicise it. Sometimes, even he wishes he could just suck it up and not care what the public thinks but… His image is perfection. Wouldn’t publically dating a colleague - a man no less, one who half of Pentagram City drools over and parasocially treats as some kind of sex idol - ruin that? And on top of all that, Vox just couldn’t handle the humiliation of another fallout with a powerful Overlord, if they were to part ways for whatever reason.
But if they really were married…
His dick twitches again and he groans at the thought, finally starting to move.
“Fuck, Val,” he curses, his grip tightening on the man’s body just a smidge. He lets his head tilt backwards just a little, since he can barely see anything from this angle as is, but it immediately hits Valentino’s legs, still locked behind him at the ankles. He needs to distract himself from them before he turns that way and bites them, so he does what he does best and starts monologueing. “Yeah? Would you want me to parade you around as my newly wed wife? Have a month-long honeymoon in Lust? You know I could get access to that ring if I wanted to, baby, like how I got you your silly robot-maid. Anything for you, Val.”
Amid his own rambling, Vox barely notices that he has somehow slipped out of the character he’s supposed to play. On a better day, Valentino would roll his eyes at that, and on a bad one, he would throw a tantrum over Vox ‘ruining his carefully planned roleplay scenario’ but now he’s just… Silent, apart the moans and gasps he lets out as Vox fucks him. (And of course, the bell, which is yet to become too annoying.)
Does he really like the idea that much as well?
Suddenly, Vox is consumed by the overwhelming urge to see the man’s face, so he grabs both of his thighs and opens his legs back up, leaning forward to see Val’s face better. It’s all red, not in a lustful way, but rather a shy, bashful one.
That’s it, that’s how long Vox has lasted without laughing.
“Shut the fuck up!” Val whines, a hand pushing against Vox’s screen, while another one pokes him in the side. There’s no real force behind it, so Vox stays where he is and slowly manages to gather himself. “This is all your fault!”
“You wanted me to play hubby, Val,” Vox reminds him as he kicks his pace up just a notch, angles his hips better to make Valentino see stars… Hopefully.
“You say that like–” he gasps out. “Like you’re not getting off on the idea as well. Old man like you, probably want a pretty trophy wife to knock up, huh?”
Valentino is definitely hitting all of Vox’s weak spots on purpose today. Vox can’t help it, like always when even the slightest amount of breeding kink comes into their dirty talk, he imagines it. Valentino, with a cute little baby bump, barefoot and humming in their penthouse - because if he was able to get pregnant, and he would be so, Vox would rather demolish the moth’s wing in the tower entirely than let him sleep in a different bed than him. Everything would be so peaceful. Domestic.
Vox falls face-first onto Valentino’s fluff, bending the moth’s legs with him as he does so, the angle forcing all of his thrusts to go even deeper now. He glances up at Valentino for just a second, then bites down over his collarbone.
“You want them to know you’re mine?” Vox taunts, baring his teeth in a threat that he knows won’t scare the moth. “I can arrange that.”
“Fuck, baby– Papi, please!” Val whines, and Vox - ever so eager to please - leans back down and sinks his teeth in, careful to avoid any major arteries, but drawing a slight amount of blood. Just as he does this, he sneaks a hand down to quickly reach inside the tiny underwear and take hold of Valentino’s dick.
They come at the same time, basically. Valentino is only faster by a second or so, and then as he tightens up and jerks a little in Vox’s hold, he can’t hold it back anymore either and follows suit.
He tries to not fall on top of Val and he mostly manages, instead angling himself slightly to the side so it’s only his arm that hits the moth’s body. They stare at the ceiling for an indiscernible amount of time, no doubt both of them processing what just happened and the reality of it all. Vox ponders over what he should say; he was never good at pillow talk, especially not after sex in which he may have let too much of his feelings show - whether he wanted to or not.
Like always, Val comes to his rescue and saves him from coming up with anything that can turn awkward too fast.
“Shit!” the moth exclaims, looking down at himself. Tiny drops of blood cling to his fur, his collarbone littered with a circle of pinprick teethmarks. “I gotta wear a shirt tomorrow.”
Vox falls into an easy laughter and turns towards him to get closer, eventually climbing back on him to lay his screen flat on Val’s chest. That’s his Valentino. Making him engage in roleplay Vox had no idea he would enjoy, then not letting him make it too uncomfortable for either of them. They stay like that, Val showing him funny videos on his phone until the moth eventually gets tired, so they switch positions and he falls asleep. Too awake now to sleep, Vox keeps thinking.
Actually… If Vox did get him an engagement ring, would anyone even notice? With Val’s charisma and easygoing, as well as his tendency to wear accessories, he could make everyone believe that it’s just a new ring in his collection.
He shoots Velvette a quick text about what gem cut she thinks Val would like the most.