@hellmxses sent “Smile for the camera.” / val for angel >:)
Smile for the camera, he says, as if it's that easy. Angel Dust has always been a performer, he's always been good at sex and putting on a show, but even he has limits.
How long have they been at this by now? How many cocks has he had, playing out rape fantasies, and he has the bruises to show it? His wrists sting from the earlier rope and he feels like he's swimming through a cloud of fog, moving slowly through water, because of the drugs.
That's what happens when he puts up a fight, Val drugs him and sometimes, Angel gives into that drug. Lets it take over so he can feel good and cope but right now all he can focus on is how sore his body eyes.
He isn't sure if the stinging of his cheek is from being hit by one of the other actors or if it was from Valentino himself, faces are starting to blur together as exhaustion starts to seep through.
But, he's a performer, and he knows if he does not perform well then it'll only land him in world of trouble.
"Nngh. Yeah, baby, just like that." He knows how to fake it, he knows how to put on a show, and so his back arches off the floor and his legs wrap tighter around the man who's name he's already forgotten to pull him closer and drive him deeper inside, gasping in pain that can easily be mistaken for pleasure.
He's already been pushed to his limits so he turns his head to look at Val who is behind the camera and he pleads with his eyes. A look that will no doubt work for the porn they're shooting but there's something deeper than.
Please. At least give me a fuckin' break.
His mind screams, as if Valentino will be able to read his mind. He wants a break to rest a bit, to clean himself of the cum stains upon his fur, to do anything other than be made to fuck in front of the camera.
A lot of the times, he enjoys it, but not when it's like this. Not when he's been going all day out of what? Some kind of punishment? He doesn't even know what he's done to piss Val off this time but he wants to make it better.
He'll seduce him through his soreness and exhaustion, if that's what it takes and so his lips curl up into an inviting smile, sharp teeth on display and he mouths something the camera won't quite catch.
Let me have you. Only you.
Put an end to all of this and let me have you.
Will it be any better? Angel Dust doubts it but sleeping with Valentino has always been preferred over the abuse of strangers. He's had enough of strangers using his body.
In some sick twisted way, maybe being with Valentino is his way of comforting himself. It's something familiar and Valentino always knows how to make him feel good. As fucked up as it is, being with Valentino won't just bring him pain like the rest of them currently are doing.
He wants to feel good now. Hasn't he suffered enough?
He tries again, angling his head so that the camera can't see and he mouths something else.
I'm sorry.
