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He's gone. He can't find strength to swallow the rest of the venom pooled in his mouth, but already it has him in misty, dizzy, warming, rose-tinted love.
"Show me, Voxy," Valentino breathes. "Remind me what it's like right from the source, hmm?"
Val's voice alone makes his whole body spark. He almost ignores the request to push Val to say it again or sing or yell it, anything. To give Val something, though - something clearly desired... Instinct has his left eye flashing to transmit his mind. Looking him full in the face, Val reels backwards with the strength of it. They grab each other at the same time, to hold each other close for languid moments of sweet, orgasmic mutualism.