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Vox and Valentino were lying in Vox’s bed after one of their usual nights of ‘fun’ together. They had been extra rough this time around though, and Vox had already fallen asleep. But Valentino… well, he was far from being in the peaceful state that Vox was in.
He was observing his partner, watching the way his chest rose and fell, the way his gills fluttered, the way his screen flickered on every now and then…
Valentino would give up his best filming equipment if it meant he could touch that screen in a way that was just…. soft.
But who was he kidding? Vox was just in it for the sex. He didn’t actually love Valentino. At least, not like that.
The moth demon sighed, looking out at the balcony. There were no stars to wish on here. And even if there were, wishing on stars didn’t get you anywhere.
He looked down at Vox again, his fingers curling into the sheets as he resisted the urge to hold him. He glanced towards the door, then back at the man lying beside him.
And before he knew it, he had leaned down and kissed Vox’s forehead. It wasn’t in the usual sloppy way he did. He did it with a tenderness that he didn’t know he possessed, his lips barely brushing against the cool glass of Vox’s screen.
He lingered just a bit longer than he meant to. And when Vox’s screen flickered on, he jumped back in fear that Vox would now know about the softer feelings he had for him. Luckily for him, Vox went right back into sleep mode.
Valentino felt a wave of relief wash over him. If he had been caught, he probably would have died right then and there. He laid down again, curling up just a little bit as his wings draped over him like a blanket.
He felt Vox grab his hand, and a jolt of surprise went through him. He didn’t know if that meant Vox was just pretending to sleep, or if he had actually reached out to him in his sleep, but it earned a small smile from him anyways.
He closed his eyes as he tried to fall asleep, squeezing Vox’s hand. Maybe someday he’d finally shoot his shot. Maybe someday…..
The End