One More Love Song
Synopsis: Meeting at the bar and ending in the sheets was not how Vox expected his night to be
TW: NSFW content (Vox sucking Val off, anal sex, sex toys mentioned, holy shit they're both switches...who would've seen that coming, Vox's first time sorta, virginity mentioned), alcohol, Vox lowkey has a praise kink, ED briefly mentioned, drugs briefly mentioned, internalized homophobia & 1950's views on LGBTQ+, Val being uncharacteristically soft and holy shit...he actually cares about consent?!
A/N: I got fucking carried away with this one. The idea hit me at like 3am and just spiraled from there. Despite it only being 5k words, I swear it's so much longer than that lol. I think it would be cute if Vox's first MLM time was with Val. Also, apologies bc this was meant to be just smut and somehow turned into fluff, angst and smut. Okay, I'll shut up now
Masterlist
@thewormsheep @megafan-2000 @uchihacollector @luci-dei @papadannie @lazy-flup @thisiswhatwedointheshadows @bjd260 @starguardianniom
This wasn’t the type of bar Vox would have frequented.
He was a businessman. An Overlord. The founder and face of Voxtek Entertainment—a growing empire that delved into media, technology and above all else, entertainment.
If he wanted a drink, there were bottles of champagne, wine and all types of alcohol at his disposal. All curated to suit his expensive taste. All perfectly measured by some employee he didn’t know the name of.
If he wanted a drink, he would have stayed at Voxtek. But after twelve excruciatingly long hours of correcting inefficiency, rewriting contracts and reminding his employees who they worked for, Vox found himself standing beneath a flickering neon sign that buzzed like a dying firefly.
The bar was old. It wasn't old in a vintage way like once you crossed the threshold you'd be teleported back in time. It was worn.
The sign outside sputtered between bright red and nothing at all, letters half burned out so that the name was barely legible. The windows were clouded with years of smoke and grime. So, when Vox pushed open the door, he wasn't surprised about the door creaking open like it hadn't been oiled since the establishment opened in Hell.
The smell hit him immediately. It stunk of alcohol and stale cigarettes. Something sour lingered beneath it all, like spilled beer that had soaked into the floorboards and never quite dried.
The lighting inside was dim and uneven with bulbs flickering overhead as if they were just as tired as the patrons who entered. The walls were stained, layered with posters and cracked mirrors that distorted the reflections instead of flattering. A jukebox sat in the far corner, playing something slow and brassy that had been decades out of date.
It was perfectly un-curated. It was perfectly unpleasant.
Vox took a seat at the bar. The vinyl stool sticking to his pants which made his screen glitch in irritation. He would have never come to a bar like this, or any bar for that matter—not after his fallout with...him.
Vox played with the sleeve of his mustard yellow turtleneck, silently sitting and waiting for the bartender to notice him. As he waited, Vox glanced around the establishment—could it even be considered one at this point?
"What'll it be?" The bartender asked, looking at the Overlord with an unimpressed look.
"A whiskey," Vox replied. "Neat."
No garnish. No conversation. No recommendations. Just whiskey.
The glass was set in front of him with a dull clink and a smudge found at the rim. Vox stared at the glass for a moment before wrapping his claws around it. The whiskey inside was a deep amber color, catching what little light the bar had to offer.
He took a sip.
It stung, but he didn't let it bother him. He deserved this after the incompetence he put up with today.
Vox leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the sticky bar top, eyes fixated on the glass like it might offer him something else if he stared for long enough.
He could still hear the echoes of the day in his head—employees stumbling over basic tasks, contracts being returned with errors, and the soft but somehow exhausting ego boost of being the smartest one in every room.
People around him laughed, loudly chatting away with one another without a care in the world. And for a moment, he let his mind wander back to that faithful evening with Alastor—the partnership he suggested, the way his circuits lit up with a blue electricity...the rejection.
His clawed hand tightened around the glass.
He could still hear Alastor's words in his head. He could hear his laughter. He could repeat the words that broke him word for word. He tried not to obsess by burying himself in his company. He had other, more pressing matters than some vintage radio demon asshole—.
"You know any hottie's around here?"
Vox blinked, coming back to reality as he turned his head. "Excuse me?"
"Hotties. Babes that need a job."
Beside Vox sat a tall, lanky demon with soft purple skin, white fluff around his neck, two antennas upon his head where a red hat lined with zebra print sat. He wore a red coat with white and black fur at the edges, that was held together by a gold chain. He sat there drinking a martini, as if he hadn't just asked an Overlord the dumbest question ever.
"You know, I'd offer you a job," he tilted his head, "but I don't know that you'd fit the image I'm going for. No offense."
"Did you really just ask me if I knew any 'hotties?'"
The demon beside him smiled, wide and unapologetically, his gold tooth flashing under the dim lighting. "That's what I said, yeah."
"And you followed it by insulting me."
"I said no offense," he replied, taking another sip of his martini, completely unbothered. "Besides, it wasn't really an insult...more just being honest."
Vox scoffed, turning back to his drink. "You have a strange way of introducing yourself."
The demon leaned an elbow on the bar, angling his body toward Vox like he had already decided this conversation was happening.
“Valentino.”
Vox didn't even glance at him. He didn't need to. His night was already ruined by this guy who just told him he was—.
"Oh, wait. You're Vox, aren't you?" Valentino suddenly asked.
"You talk too much."
"I was just trying to be nice." Valentino said. "And relax, I'm just here scouting out some new talent. You'd be surprised how many bitches you can find in the shitter parts of Hell. They'll throw themselves at anyone," he lowly chuckled.
"Is that why you're here?" Vox asked, looking at Valentino.
"Did you just call me a lowlife whore?"
"Your words. Not mine."
A smile appeared on Valentino's face, almost like he was entertained by the Overlord. "Straight to business. I like that."
"I asked you a question."
"And I answered." Valentino replied. "But seriously, I'm just here for some new talent. My club's credibility is on fucking thin ice." He took another sip from his drink before speaking up again. "You have a nice glow."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. It's not too rough on the eyes, and I would know." Valentino admits, "I get fucking attracted to light like I want to fuck it."
"Are you always this vulgar?" Vox asked, looking at Valentino with a disgusted look.
Valentino's grin widened. "Vulgar?" He repeated, leaning closer, letting his fingers graze the rim of Vox's glass—not quite touching, but close enough to make Vox flinch. "I call it honesty. And I enjoy the way you shine."
Vox pulled away, bringing his glass with him. "I don't know what you mean."
"Don't play stupid." Valentino said, "I've seen your face and brand all across Hell, and I've only been here for a few years. You're smart, hot as hell, you have your own company, you're an Overlord, and did I mention hot as hell?"
Vox stared at Valentino, his claws digging into the glass in his hands, one second away from puncturing the glass. He hated the way his circuits seemed to flutter, and how his regulated warm body heated up. But most importantly, he hated how good it felt to hear someone talk about him like this.
"Smart. Yes. Owning my own company and being an Overlord is also correct." Vox agreed, "but the rest is entirely inappropriate."
"To who?" Valentino pressed, "cuz I see nothing wrong with what I'm saying."
Vox stood up suddenly. "I'm leaving. I have more important things to worry about than some whore who's trying to get in my pants."
As he turned to walk away, but Valentino grabbed him by his wrist. "I'll stop flirting with you." He said, "as long as you stay. I actually had some questions for you." Valentino continued as Vox looked back at him, "questions about becoming an Overlord."
But Vox only stared at him.
"I'll buy you as many drinks as you want."
Finally, Vox sighed and pulled away from Valentino. "Fine." He returned to his seat, sitting back down as Valentino perked up, seemingly happier now. "But no more flirting. It's...wrong."
But which part of it was wrong? The part where Valentino was openly flirting with him, or the part where Vox enjoyed it?
It started with shots to ease them into conversing, with Valentino asking Vox about being an Overlord. Valentino expressed that he wanted to be one, already having plenty of kills under his belt but no souls to contract and not enough influence to be one.
"And...you think I can help you with that?"
"Absolutely," Valentino nodded. "You've got influence. You've got the brains. You know how to make people behave. All I have is sex appeal and charm."
Vox's circuits fluttered at the comment, his body heat rising in temperature again. He felt an irrational tug between disgust and curiosity, shame and...excitement. Valentino wasn't like anyone he had met before. He was bold, sexual and unapologetic.
He was everything Vox had buried, everything his era and society had drilled into him to reject. And it all glared at him with Valentino's smirk.
"I'm not looking for a partnership right now," Vox admitted, his voice tight and filled with static that dared to pull at the edges.
"I'm just looking for advice," Valentino said. "Just something casual."
"You said something about owning a club?" Vox asked, changing the subject as he flagged down the bartender for another whiskey.
"Hm? Oh, yeah. It's a sex club." Valentino explains, "there's not much of a change between Earth and Hell. You can pick up whores left and right in this kind of area. Hey, if you ever stop by my place, I can set you up with my finest girl."
"Pass." Vox replied, "I'm not interested in sex."
"Well, I am." Valentino smirked, "especially with you. But that's for a later conversation, huh?"
Vox's screen glitched, fuzzing with static around the edges and a blue hue appearing across the front. As quickly as his drink arrived, he downed it, causing Valentino to chuckle.
"What's up with this club of yours?"
"Interested in investing in it?"
"Sex sells." Vox states, trying to calm the way his circuits and wires dared to act up. "Times are changing in Hell. Sex—apparently—is all the rage these days."
"For someone who claims he's not interested in a partnership, I'm getting mixed signals," Valentino admits. "How about some more drinks? That usually loosens most people up."
As the night continued, the two began to grow louder and louder. Vox animatedly conversed with Valentino, letting his guard down for the first time since his fallout with Alastor, and Valentino...he only continued to praise and flirt with Vox more.
And somehow, the two ended up at Valentino's place.
"How many people have you fucked here?" Vox asked, glancing around the living room, noting all the sex toys and lubricant bottles around the room.
"I've lost count." Valentino shrugged, "why? You wanna be one of them, amor?"
Vox blinked, brows furrowing in confusion. "What?"
Valentino laughed. "You're adorable, you know that?"
"You're insufferable."
"And yet, you came home with me." Valentino teased, "funny, isn't it?"
Vox watched Valentino unhook the chain that held his coat together, although, once that happened, Vox realized that his coat was nothing more than his wings.
"You have wings."
"No shit." Valentino reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette before turning around and fumbling through a nearby drawer in search for a lighter. But Vox walked over and quietly lit the end of his cigarette with his own electricity. Valentino turned to him, his expression blank before he smiled.
“Thanks.”
"Don't mention it."
The two hung out for a while, sitting on Valentino's couch as Vox expressed his wants and desires, all while Valentino watched him like the only demon in the world. And for a moment, Vox couldn't help but embrace the fuzzy feeling and warmth that rose in his mechanical body. He hadn't felt like this since Alastor.
Then, suddenly, Valentino's lips were on his. Vox's eyes widened in shock but quickly kissed back as Valentino pushed him back onto the sofa. The kiss tasted sweet and yet somehow bitter. Vox opened his mouth a bit wider, allowing Valentino to slip his tongue in.
He tasted like cherries and everything Vox refused to be.
"Fuck," Vox said, pushing Valentino off him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Valentino tumbled onto the floor, looking up at Vox who quickly sat up with a panicked expression written across his screen.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Valentino asked.
"We didn't—. We can't—." Vox glitched, his screen distorting. "We shouldn't have done that."
"Why not?"
"Because it's wrong. It's fucking disgusting."
"Are you calling me gross?"
"The kiss was inappropriate. Wrong. Sinful. Incorrect. A mistake. It was unacceptable—."
"I found it hot."
Vox stood up from the couch, already reaching for his coat. "I should leave—."
"Running isn't going to magically make the feeling go away," Valentino says, getting up from off the floor. "They'll stay there and just fester...grow stronger."
"I'm not gay," Vox states, already slipping on his coat.
"And even if you were, I wouldn't care." Valentino says.
"How can you accept it so easily?" Vox asked, looking at back at him.
"I accept it because it's not morally wrong." Valentino said, gently taking one of Vox's hands. "There's nothing wrong with loving someone of the same sex. On Earth, maybe someone was hated for it. But in Hell? The worst of the worst end up here. You're allowed to be scared, sure. But you shouldn't feel guilty for wanting something."
Valentino didn't let go of Vox's hand, nor did Vox pull away.
"I don't want this." He told himself, "I shouldn't want this."
"And yet you do," Valentino softly replied.
Vox looked down at their joined hands like they were evidence of a crime. His claws twitched, half expecting his body to recoil on instinct alone.
"I was raised where something like this would ruin reputation. Careers. Entire lives."
"And now look at you," he said, using a free hand to gesture to Vox. "You're an Overlord and run most of Hell's media. You've got the kind of power that most demons would kill for. That doesn't sound ruined to me."
Vox's screen glitched, claiming that this was some 'different.' "That's work. Control and business. But this...this is messy."
Valentino let out a huff of laughter. "That's kinda the point. But hey, you kissed me back. You didn't freeze or shove me away. You leaned in. Embraced it."
"I just don't understand," Vox admitted. "I spent decades convincing myself that this...thing wasn't something I needed. It's nothing more than a distraction."
Valentino smiled in response, "and then some horny asshole comes along and ruins it."
Vox couldn't help it, but he stifled a laugh, almost like it was wrong.
"If you want to leave and never talk to me again, that's fine." He said pulling away, "but if you want to explore whatever this ‘thing’ is...I wouldn't mind it."
Vox's claws twitched again, suddenly missing the feeling of Valentino's hand in his. "I hated him because he made me feel like I wasn't enough," Vox trailed off. "I told myself that I didn't care. That I was above it all. But when you look at me—."
"You feel seen," Valentino concluded.
Vox nodded, looking up at Valentino.
The demon's words seemed to resonate within him, stirring up emotions he had tried to bury and not acknowledge because it was a sin.
"I feel like someone understands my flaws."
"It's not a flaw." Valentino said, "none of this is flaw. You're not flawed for being interested in me." He reached a hand out, gently caressing the underside of Vox's screen.
Vox tensed at the touch, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into it, savoring the warmth of Valentino's hand against him.
"This feels wrong." Vox admits, his voice wavering. "Like I'm betraying everything I thought I knew."
"And you're not." Valentino assured, "you're just embracing apart of yourself that you've kept hidden for a long time. There's nothing wrong with that."
"I don't know how to do this," Vox softly confessed, his eyes searching Valentino's for guidance. "I've never been with a man before."
"Do you trust me?" Valentino asked.
Vox didn't know what to say, his brain and heart betraying one another in perfect synchronization. So instead, he nodded.
Slowly, giving Vox plenty of time to pull away if he wanted, Valentino leaned in again. His lips brushed against Vox's in a gentle, feather light kiss that was meant to coax instead of demand.
Pulling away, Valentino gazed into Vox's eyes. "Tell me if anything feels uncomfortable, okay? Your pleasure and comfort are all that matters to me right now."
Vox didn't know what to say again, his screen flushed with a blue hue and his body much hotter than it had been previously. As Valentino's hands slid down and rested on Vox's hips, he stared at him, silently asking 'is this okay?'
"It's fine." Vox replied, "you can keep going."
Valentino's smile grew, pleased with Vox's consent. He leaned in again, pressing his lips firmly against Vox's this time. The kiss deepened again like it had earlier, but Vox allowed himself to indulge, allowing their tongues to dance together in a sensual rhythm.
Valentino praised him as he pulled away.
Vox struggled to maintain his composure under the onslaught of new sensations. He could feel the heat emanating from Valentino's body, the hardness of his arousal pressing against Vox's thigh. He tried to ignore it, but he found himself getting turned on as well.
His mind screamed at him to stop and backtrack. He wanted to use his hypnosis to stop this, and leave, burying this new feeling under lies and excuses. But his undead heart wanted more...to keep going.
Indulge.
Valentino's hands roamed Vox's back as pulled his coat off him, throwing it to the floor like it was nothing. "Let's go to my room," Valentino suggested. "It'll be more comfortable there."
Vox's gaze flickered down, noting the prominent bulge straining against Valentino's pants. The sight sent a jolt of desire and guilt through Vox's system, making his own cock twitch beneath his clothes.
Valentino led Vox into the bedroom where he immediately pinned Vox down to the bed, capturing his kiss in another passionate and messy kiss. Vox moaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to find Valentino's shoulders as the demon's weight pressed him into the mattress. Even with Valentino's clothes still on, he could feel every hard plane of his body.
Breaking the kiss, Valentino grabbed at Vox's sweater. "Take this off. I want to see you." He said, "I'll tear it off you otherwise."
Vox propped himself up on his elbows. "You're not ripping my clothes." He said throwing his hat aside and pulling his shirt off, revealing his chest.
Valentino sat and stared taking in the Overlord's torso. Vox wasn't insecure about his body, not anymore at least. But with how intensely Valentino was staring, he wanted to hide his body.
"Can you plug shit into those?" Valentino asked, eyes staring intensely at Vox's nipples.
"What?" Vox blinked.
"If I plugged a cord into your—?"
"You're not plugging anything into me." Vox stated, "it's just...my body."
Valentino tilted his head, eyes wandering down to the slits on his sides that almost resembled fish gills. Curiously, Valentino reached out, a finger poking at the skin causing Vox to shiver.
"Holy shit. Are you sensitive there, babe?" Valentino smirked. "What about those little antennas?" He reached up, poking one as a current of electricity appeared between the two. "Fucking adorable."
"Yes, my body is very exciting." Vox sarcastically replied before laying back down, "how would you feel if I did that to you?"
"Do you want to?" Valentino asked, perking up.
Vox opened his mouth and then closed it. He sighed and reached out, his claws trailing gently over Valentino's antennas. A squeak escaped Valentino's throat, his moth wings fluttering behind him.
"You better not get turned on by this," Vox warned.
"Way too late for that, babe," Valentino smirked.
Valentino reached up and pulled Vox's hands away from his antennas. "Can I fuck you already?"
"What happened to taking this slow?" Vox asked, a brow raised.
"I'm growing impatient." Valentino simply said, trailing his hands over Vox's body before leaning down and leaving kisses from his chest and down his stomach. Once he reached Vox's waist, his smirk grew and he palmed at him. "How's that feel, baby?"
Vox softly gasped, wanting to pull away. This wasn't the first time he had sex, far from it, but this was the first time he allowed himself to indulge in homoerotic fantasies.
"Good." Vox confessed, "is that bad?"
"Of course not." Valentino said, "you think I ever feel bad?"
"No," Vox said, screen flushed blue. "Probably not."
"Then you shouldn't feel bad either." Valentino stated, "do you want to take my shirt off? We'll match~."
Vox's attention drifted from Valentino's face and down to his chest. "Are you sure?"
"If I was a woman, would it make this easier?" Valentino asked, pulling away.
"W-What?"
Valentino crawled off the bed, walking over to his closest and disappearing inside, leaving Vox alone on the bed in confusion. A few moments later, Valentino emerged wearing a silk lingerie dress.
"Better?"
Vox watched, his screen glitching as he stared at Valentino who wandered back over in a few simple steps.
"What the fuck are you—?!”
"What?" Valentino crawled toward Vox, "never seen a man in a dress before?"
"No..?"
"Well, now you have." Valentino smiled, "now take this off of me."
Vox hesitated, unsure if he should remove the dress or just stare at him. But Valentino pouted shortly after, clearly expecting Vox to comply.
"Rip it off me." Valentino whined, "I just want you to touch me."
With a deep breath, Vox reached out and yanked the delicate fabric up over Valentino's head, allowing it to fall to the floor. Valentino's body was mostly bone, with his ribs perturbing through, and for a moment, Vox wondered if it was result of an eating disorder or drugs...but then he noticed Valentino's nipple piercings and the chain that connected the two.
"Oh, fuck," Vox said in surprise.
"You like them~?"
Vox couldn't formulate words as he took in Valentino's physique noting that Valentino was now completely nude. The Overlord awkwardly looked away causing Valentino to softly laugh. "Embarrassed? You don't need to be."
"I don't tend to look at men—."
"Bullshit. You're here with me, aren't you?" Valentino teased.
"So, uh," Vox cleared his throat, "now what?"
Valentino smirked. "I think we both know...the real question is what do you want to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"Ever sucked someone off before?"
Vox's screen glitched again, this time, his voice distorting. "W-What?!"
"I can teach you!" Valentino perked up, "I'm a good teacher. Wanna give it a try?"
Vox began to process Valentino's suggestion. It was a taboo act, something between men that he had only heard about in certain circles. Yet, Valentino sat in front of him so confidently, offering to guide him through it.
Vox felt a strange allure.
"I-I don't know..."
"Don't worry." He stood up, "I'll show you how to do it. Just relax and let me take care of you."
Vox nodded, sitting up on the bed as Valentino gestured for him to get off the bed and onto his knees. And so, Vox did, his screen flashing anxiously as he looked up at Valentino.
"Okay, first things first," Valentino began stepping in front of Vox. "Get comfortable. Support yourself with your hands if you need to."
Vox placed his hands on Valentino's thighs to steady himself. Valentino's tip was mere inches from Vox's face now, the musky scent of his arousal filling Vox's processors.
"Now, open wide, baby." Valentino instructed, guiding Vox's screen upwards with a gentle hand.
Vox parted his lips, accepting Valentino's throbbing member into his mouth. A soft moan escaped Valentino's throat as he continued to guide him. "That's it, baby. Take it nice and slow, but don't choke."
As Vox bobbed his head, Valentino began to rock his hips gently. "Fuck, your mouth feels so fucking good. Who knew TV's could fuck, huh?" He shakily breathed, "keep going, babe."
Vox continued his oral ministrations, lost in the sensation of pleasuring Valentino. His screen glitched with each suck, processing the intense feelings of submission and intimacy.
Truthfully, Vox had never been the submissive kind, but just this once...he didn't mind it. In fact, he found himself enjoying the role reversal.
Vox hummed around Valentino, the vibrations sending pleasant shivers through the moth demon's body. He could taste the salty pre-cum on his tongue, and it only fueled his desire to please Valentino further. Suddenly, Valentino's thrusts became more urgent.
"Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck," Valentino moaned. "I'm fucking close. Swallow it all when I cum, okay?"
Vox nodded in understanding. He relaxed his throat, letting Valentino slide deeper, preparing him for his impending climax. Then, with a guttural moan, Valentino came. Vox swallowed reflexively, savoring the flavor and intimate moment.
As Valentino's orgasm subsided, he gently pulled out and smirked down at Vox with satisfaction. "How'd that make you feel, baby?"
"It was different." Vox admitted, "but not...entirely unpleasant."
Valentino chuckled as he helped Vox up off the floor. "Glad you enjoyed it. You made quite the cute little cocksucker, even if you were hesitant at first." He then smirked. "Do you want a turn? You can fuck me, suck me off...anything really."
Vox blinked. "Really?"
"Yeah?" Valentino nodded, "this your time just as much as it is mine. Plus, I'm pretty open to anything. You wanna shock me? Shit. I don't think I've actually done that before. Ugh. Now I want you to."
Vox looked at Valentino, surprised by his openness. He hadn't expected such willingness from anyone, but then again, Valentino had a sex club...
"If you don't know what to start with," Valentino trails off, "why not start with something you've fantasized about?"
What had Vox fantasized about?
"Have you done anal before?" Vox asked, screen blue with flush.
"Yeah?" Valentino blinked. "Aw! You want me to be your first? Do you want to be the giver or receiver?"
"Can I be the giver?" Vox shyly asked, the edges of his screen turning into static.
"Hell yeah." Valentino agreed, "let me grab some lube. I'll walk you through it."
Valentino left the room leaving Vox alone with nothing but his nerves. Was it too late to leave? He could always teleport away and never come back.
"You've come this far, Vincent." He whispered to himself, "you've done worse."
When Valentino returned, he handed Vox the bottle of lubricant. "Just squirt some on your fingers, then work your way in slowly."
He watched Valentino crawl onto the bed and he squirted a generous amount onto his claws. Vox nervously approached the bed and reached out as Valentino's wings fluttered. Vox's claws prodded his entrance. "Easy, okay?"
Vox nodded, even though Valentino couldn't see him. He carefully pushed his claws inside, wincing at the initial tightness before gradually working it deeper. Valentino's walls clenched around the intrusion, but he didn't seem to be in pain.
"Fuck, ese es un buen chico." Valentino said.
Vox paused for a moment, unsure if he should continue. But Valentino seemed pleased, so he did.
After several minutes of careful preparation, Vox used his free hand to unfasten his belt and unbutton his pants. Then, he pulled his claws out and replaced it with his cock, slipping into Valentino.
"Oh, fuck." Vox moaned, voice glitching.
"Now, start moving." Valentino instructed, "but then again, you're not a virgin, are you?"
Taking a breath, Vox began to thrust in and out of Valentino's ass. At first, his movements were tentative but soon gained confidence as Valentino's reactions told him he was pleasing him.
Valentino moaned, encouraging Vox to continue and he complied, slamming into the other male with increased force. The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by Valentino's high pitched moans and Vox's distorted groans.
Suddenly, Valentino's entire body tense and he arched his back, crying out in ecstasy. "I'm gonna cum, Voxxy~!"
Valentino's climax triggered Vox's own, and before he knew it, Vox had collapsed on top of Valentino's body, trembling with the aftershock.
"You want to insist you're not gay still?" Valentino teased, wrapping his arms around Vox as his wings laid over them like a blanket. He laughed softly, but there was no bite. "I'm kidding...mostly."
As Valentino cuddled up to him, Vox stiffened out of habit. He always been a physically affectionate person, but this was different. This time was different. Valentino’s chest rose and fell steadily beneath him, grounding in a way Vox hadn’t realized he desperately needed.
They stayed like that for a while.
No expectations. No wandering hands. Just warmth.
"I don't know what this makes me," Vox softly confessed.
"Tired, for one."
"That's not what I meant, and you know it." He then looked at Valentino curiously, "how did you get to be confident like this?"
"You don't think I wasn't scared either?" Valentino mused, "I was terrified to. The only difference was that I pursued this type of life. You didn't." He then added with a shrug, "or it's just that we were raised in two different times."
Valentino reached a hand over grabbing a cigarette and holding it out to Vox who lit it like it was second nature. "What's this make us?" He asked, taking a drag. "Friends? Lovers? Friends with benefits?"
"How about just business partners for now?" Vox suggested, "I could expand my company into sex. Why not introduce pornography?"
Valentino smirked. "You're adorable when asking me to stick around."
"I'm not implying anything."
"You didn't have to. The indication was there." He then pressed a kiss against Vox's mouth, "and I happily accept."
