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Vox could feel his fans whirring as his entire body heated up, his screen glitching, threatening him blacking out.
“V-Val come on, I said I was s-sorry!” He panted out, his breath stuttering in his chest.
Nimble hands slid up his torso to pinch at his nipples, a pained yelp ripping out his throat as he bucked his hips uncontrollably.
Valentino chuckled darkly as his long, slimy tongue practically wrapped around Vox's cock, his mouth finally encompassing it entirely to suck the digital overlord off.
Vox threw his head back in anguish. The moth pimp had been sucking him off for hours, the large man not saying a word as he dragged Vox off after the Extermination Day Cancelation news broadcast.
Vox had thought that it was just another one of their usual spontaneous romps, but even the sex demon had never edged him for THIS long unless something was wrong. After the fourth time Val tightly gripped the base of his cock preventing him from orgasming, the tech tycoon had finally realized he was being punished for something.
“This is better than sex!!”
Of course! Valentino was mad at him for his horny exclamations when he was watching Alastor getting his shit rocked by that angel on TV.
(His cock jerked at the thought of the Radio Demon but this place would freeze over before he ever admitted that to anyone, himself included.)
He had apologized profusely to his lover, assuring that he didn't mean it like that, but the porn overlord wasn't hearing any of it, not even looking Vox in the eye as he continued torturing him.
Vox couldn't even enjoy being impressed that he had held on for this long because the denial was no longer enjoyable. His brain was completely melted and fried, the only thing running through his mind being able to fucking cum.
Valentino had successfully staved off yet another orgasm and began to rise up off the floor where he was nestled in between Vox's legs.
His head empty and fuzzy, Vox had absent-mindedly reached for his poor abused dick only for a harsh slap to his hand to make him recoil and sober up in his euphoric filled haze.
Valentino had leaned down to be face to face with Vox, his face non-readable as his voice dripped with sickly sweet poison, “Touch it and I'll bite it off~♡”
Vox felt out of control of his body, his lover's lips reeling him in like some kind of gravitational pull, craving them more than ever before, “Baby-” he whimpered pathetically. He practically fell forward as Valentino abruptly pulled back to push him harshly onto the bed. Vox watched breathlessly as those beautiful wings slowly peeled open to reveal the pimp wearing a scandalously sexy lingerie number underneath. Vox shouldn't have been affected, after all it was normal for the moth to wear literally close to nothing underneath his natural coat but as horny as Vox was, Val could have been wearing a brown paper bag underneath and he would've blown his load on the spot.
He felt like he couldn't get enough air to his lungs as he yearned to roam his hands all over black lace and fishnet clad skin.
He tried to reach for the pimp just to be met with yet another stinging slap, this one definitely burning more than the last one. Vox rubbed his hand trying to sooth it, smiling up at his lover, “Valentino baby, you gotta be kidd-”
“Don't fucking touch me.” Were the simple icy words the moth spat out at Vox, the sheer disgust and anger in his voice making Vox tremble underneath his scarlet glare. Valentino climbed onto the bed to kneel over Vox, his long, statuesque legs bent on each side of his body. From this angel, it was hard to see Valentino's entire face, only the silhouette of his upper body in the dim red lit room. The moth pulled his blunt holder out from who knows where, leaning forward in an obvious ask for Vox to light it for him. Vox's arm felt heavy as he brought his singular finger up to light the joint, immediately shuddering when he inhaled slightly just to be met with every single one of his senses being jumped simultaneously.
That fucking smoke he thought sourly. Valentino would bring out that stupid aphrodisiac when he's literally 10 seconds away from cumming but can't.
The room instantly fell under a Ruby haze, that fuzzy feeling coming back to his head as he watched Valentino tower over him blowing smoke in his face. His head geastured down slightly, “Take em off.”
Vox knew he was referring to his underwear and really didn't feel like being slapped again so he strategically slipped a claw into the thin strap of the pimp’s thong to simply break it, tossing the ruined garment off to the side.
If Val was mad about the panties, he didn’t say nor show it, wordlessly gripping Vox's raging hard on and suddenly dropping onto his cock in one fluid flawless motion.
“Ahh! FUCK VALENTINO!!” Vox moaned out, his gut twisting at the sudden barrage of ecstacy flowing through his body. He could feel his systems going haywire, his screen buffering and glitching as the moth began to ride him like a fucking Harley. A slap to the edge of his screen made his focus come back to the pimp above him staring down at him with a bored expression. The degrading indifference alone made Vox feral, Valentino looking down at him like he was nothing, like he wasn't riding him into oblivion turning him on like nothing else.
“Val baby, c-come on, I said I was sorry what more d-do you want from me?!? Fuck!” Slender lavender hips began gyrating in his lap, Valentino showing no mercy as he fucked himself on his lover's cock with abandon. He remained silent as he maintained his relentless pace, that thing he does with his asshole, clenching and un-clenching Vox's dick in his slick, velvety walls driving the tech lord absolutely crazy.
Vox's hands twitched as he internally begged to touch anything anywhere.
Beg.
If he wasn't having such an out of body experience right now, Vox would've facepalmed himself.
Beg. Valentino wanted him to beg.
He put on his best face, hoping to convey as much admiration as he possibly could to the taller man, “Vally baby, you know no one in all of Hell does it like you do~.” He purred.
Yes! Vox watched as the taller man's blase facade cracked slightly, Valentino's grinding faltering for a split second.
The room began to spin slightly as lust and smoke started to take over the tech's brain but he was determined to cum after all that he's been through and he'llbe damned if he passed out before he could.
“It was just an expression darling, as if anyone,” Valentino slammed down onto him particularly harsh just then, making him gasp for air, “Hah, i-in my life or the hereafter could even compare to the way your body feels around mine. You are the embodiment of sex itself, I know it doesn't get much better than this!”
Valentino began to ride him harder, still trying to keep up his act of indifference but his body betraying him as his bottom set of hands settled on Vox's chest to stabilize him as he rode him wildly.
Vox's eyes rolled to the back of his head, his hips bucking fiercly as he could feel yet another orgasm rearing its ugly head, “I want it Val, f-fuck I want it so bad! I'm sorry baby, you know I didn't mean it, why do you gotta be so mean?! Ah! Oh my- fuck, yeah baby ride me like that you fucking slut! Right fucking there!!”
For the first time that night Valentino moaned out loud, Vox shocked to finally hear signs of the moth's pleasure. He glanced down to see the rosy tip of Val's cock leaking profusely onto his bare stomach, the twitching organ threatening to blow any minute now.
“Please Val, make me cum babe. Make me fill your ass so good you'll be dripping for days!! P-please fuck me~!! Ah! Oh- oh my God take it baby, it's fucking yours, it's your dick baby, ride it!! Ride it like no one else can, you're the only one, the ONLY one! NO ONE does it like you Valentino, fuck~!!”
Vox couldn't even help himself, his horny rambling finally tipping him over the edge as well as his begrudged lover, thier simultaneous orgasms being the most intense one they've shared in a long time. The two of them seemed to be cumming for what felt like ages, their chests heaving as Valentino slowly rocked his hips to milk every last drop out of Vox. The tech overlord blacked out for a split second, the tingling feeling that happened everytime his systems rebooted up only adding to the cocktail of sensations coursing through his veins at the moment. When his sensors finally focused he could see Valentino panting slightly still kneeling over him.
Vox tested to see if it was safe by gently tracing his claws along the pimp’s toned thigh. He felt as if all was forgiven until he suddenly grabbed Vox's wrist in his hand to jerk it towards him harshly, pulling the smaller man face to face with him.
Vox felt a mix of fear and humor as Valentino's pupil-less eyes narrowed angrily at him, “If you ev-er say some bullshit like that again, the next time I ride it, I'll fuckin’ break it.” He growled.
Valentino relased him, Vox's body too sedated and loose to give a fuck about breaking his fall against the soft bed, his body being enveloped in the plush duvet as he bounced on his back. Once he settled, Valentino plopped down on top of him, causing the air to be knocked out of his body. He chuckled at the moth's obvious attitude and considered himself properly punished. He stroked the mothman's neck fluff and reveled in the reluctant soft happy chirps he let out in response.
Vox sighed affectionately as he watched his Drama King drift off to sleep atop his chest, silently promising to never ever say anything is better than sex with Valentino ever again.
In front of him at least….