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Vox rolled over, panting as Valentino pulled himself free of his ass. Fuck, was that fun. The dual penii that Val had stuffed him pulled free, flopping against his own cock and spreading their seed all over in sticky strands. The cum was unimaginably thick. He felt full, his gut distending slightly from all of the ejaculate in him.
Valentino was pulling out a cigarette. He rummaged in a drawer for an old-style match and used Vox’s body to light it up. At Vox’s yell, his eyebrow tilted.
“¿Pensé que te gustaba el dolor?” Val said with a bit of a chuckle.
After running the sentence through his translation app, Vox snapped, “I like SEXY pain, you asshole! You did it because you wanted to hear me cry out!”
“Ohhh, qualifying it now!” Val exclaimed. He pulled out another match and leaned into Vox’s face. “Are you sure you do not want more?”
“Oh, you know what I want,” Vox replied with a lusty grin.
Valentino watched him for a moment before dropping the match. There was a peculiar expression on his face. It was…soft. None of his usual cynicism or false facade. It was an honest-to-God emotion. The closest Vox could figure it out to be was some kind of vulnerable shit. It was so against Val’s usual contenance that he stuttered, “V-Val? Are you okay?”
Instead of sneering or reassuring him or anything, Val traced two hands along both sides of Vox’s face. “I am sorry, dulce. I simply was thinking…” His face taking on a contemplative frown, he said, “I wish for a hug.”
There was some sort of catch. Val was luring him into a trap of some sort. The bastard was never huggy. Hell, he barely tolerated sleeping with anyone in his bed after sex! Vox was the only exception to that. To his smug satisfaction, he didn’t even sleep in the same bed as Angel Dust once his use was finished.
Vox laughed. “Real funny. I don’t know what kind of trick this is, but you can’t get me that easy!”
The frown shifted. Val mumbled, “El niño que gritó lobo.” Taking in a deep breath, he began rubbing his face against Vox’s. “Please, I want to be close.”
That made Vox stare and try to pull back. Val was acting like a needy kitten! While the soft touching was making him feel good, he knew that this was part of Val’s game. So he replied, “Make a doll or something! Jesus, you’re being a stage 5 clinger.”
“Mi amor,” Val purred into Vox’s chest.
That made Vox’s heart seize. What?
Whatever this was was getting out of hand. The fuck was wrong with Val? As much as the words made his gut tingle, he knew there was something wrong.
“Val, seriously.” Vox pulled Val’s head up so they were face-to-face. “What’s going on?”
“I want what you want. The little hidden part of ourselves exposed. Only for now, for tonight.” Val resumed a bit of his mask as he said, “After this we will never speak of it again.”
Vox stared at him. Val was good at picking out what someone wanted. Was this…the cuddling…something Vox wanted? Or was it projection by Val? …it had been a very long time since Vox had been cuddled. Touched simply for the pure want of feeling skin against skin with no sexual connotations.
Might as well give in to Val’s weird request. Why not? If it tanked, it was easy enough to blame Val.
“Okay,” Vox said, opening his arms wide. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”
There was some of Val’s predatory instincts. His full-tooth smile made Vox more comfortable before his arms all shot out and forced Vox against his chest. His legs tangled in Vox’s, wings tucking around like a blanket.
A Val-dog with a Vox middle. What a strange image. Velvette would laugh if he ever tried to explain it to her.
Val’s chest was smooth, the nipple piercings and chains feeling cool against Vox’s face. The warmth was almost overwhelming as was the feel of Val all around him. The cosiness seeped into Vox’s body. He instinctively rubbed his face into Val’s chest. It caused a burble of a chuckle from Val who then began to rub the top of Vox’s head soothingly.
“Shhhh. Let us simply enjoy this,” Val whispered. Then, an edge and promise of violence in his voice, he rasped, “Then in the morning, it will be my turn.”
Oh. It was a bit of give-and-take then. As much as Vox wanted to argue, he had to admit the truth to himself: Val had read him right. This was filling some sort of hole in him, something that yearned for the gentle touches and warm words of endearment. He hadn’t felt anything like this since his disastrous divorce from his third ex-wife when he was alive. He’d put up a wall after that.
Apparently some of that pesky humanity, the need for connection, was still with him. The full TLC was so beyond anything he’d felt since he got to Hell. Vox needed to find a way to squash it. As Val said, this one time and then never again. He couldn’t get used to it.
…but he could enjoy it while it lasted. Lock it away, rewatch the recording over and over to get a wisp of the feeling back. It would do. Thus he snuggled in close to a purring Val and let the pleasure of intimacy wash over him.