Vox immediately returned the kiss, practically wrapping his tongue around Valentino's as he drank in the very essence of the man. He took a moment to consider the options—he'd defintely be more comfortable at his place, but the last thing he needed was to be seen going home with some whore, let alone an apparently famous one. Still, the continued stimulation all over made it hard to think completely straight, at least, until Valentino talked about Vox fucking him on the ride over.
The immediate discomfort—borderline panic—that very concept elicited made him pause mid-kiss, even if only for a moment. He could not be going at it in the back of a car with some driver he didn't know right there, someone who would tell someone who would tell someone who would tell someone. Rumors spread uncomfortably fast, he knew that far too well after his experience following his fallout with Alastor. It had taken years to get his fucking personal life out of the rumor mill, he was not risking that again.
He resumed kissing Valentino less that a second later, partially to give himself more time to process his racing thoughts, partially because he still craved every ounce of contact he was getting.
He could call a private ride, have one of the people he already owned body and soul drive it. Someone he could count on not to let their mouth run. But that still didn't make it safe to leave the car and enter the VoxTek building with someone like this at his side. Someone would see, and it only took one person.
"Let's do your place," he replied the moment they broke the kiss next, still a little breathless. "And I'll call us a ride, hm?" Surely this guy lived somewhere a little more discreet right?? God, he hoped so. But even then, even if it was one of his people at the wheel, the idea of any of his employees remotely perceiving him fumbling through however the fuck men had sex was enough to make him want to jump out a window.
"And you know...." he continued, smiling with every ounce of confidence he didn't have right now, "maybe we could—" But just as he was about suggest they wait until after the car ride to get back into it, he finally became aware of how hard Valentino was. And that's when it hit him: this guy hadn't come once since they stepped foot in here. No wonder he was so eager, poor fucker was probably desperate for some actual release. He looked down at Valentino's cock, then back up at him.'
"—take care of that first?" One hand cupped Valentino's face, while the other moved down to his erection. "I'd hate to keep you waiting any longer."
