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...His visor flickered for a moment, reflecting Angel’s figure across the room. Impossible to read his expression, but that smile, the one he always showed to assert power, promised nothing good.
“Surprise!"
Angel still wasn’t answering.
He just stared at the figure in front of him like a deer caught in the headlights of a truck—
a truck with neon lights, a catchy commercial jingle, and the smile of a psychopath.
He knew he’d be left with his mouth open , but he thought it would be in a literal sense,
not from sheer shock.
“Angel!”
Vox’s voice cut through the silence like a sharpened blade.
He rose from the bed with slow, calculated, almost theatrical movements.
“Well? Are you just going to stand there like that?
Is this how you welcome your clients?”
He placed a hand on his chest in a mock display of offense.
“Tsk. I’ll have to leave Val a terrible review then…”
The smirk curling his lips was a cheap shot,
and Valentino’s name was exactly what snapped Angel back into reality.
Right.
He was here for work.
And yes, Vox, that Vox,was sitting right in front of him.
But something wasn’t right.
He’d never dealt with Vox this directly before.
Of course he knew him (who in Hell didn’t?), and their eyes had crossed more than once when he spoke with Valentino in his presence, but he’d always assumed Vox’s glances were ones of disdain or superiority…
Angel knew plenty of demons desired him, but if there was someone he never expected to see in that room, it was him.
“V-Vox?” he finally managed to mumble, mostly just to confirm he wasn’t hallucinating.
The demon smiled, giving him that look reserved for people with clearly compromised mental faculties.
“Good. You know my name! Congratulations, sweetheart.”
He began circling him—
like a show host inspecting the set before going live.
Angel unconsciously took a step back.
“We’ve never properly introduced ourselves, but doing it now would be stupid, don’t you think?” Vox continued.
“After all, we already know everything we need to know about each other.”
Angel swallowed.
He, who could talk endlessly even to a brick wall, for the first time didn’t know what to say.
His words had curled up somewhere in his skull, refusing to come out.
“I know, I know… you weren’t expecting to see me here.”
Vox spread his arms with an irritatingly fake innocence, tilting his head as if examining a new toy.
“Am I that hideous?”
He was obviously teasing him.
The scent of Vox’s domain filled the air more strongly than Angel’s perfume.
Angel straightened up.
It was like flipping a switch.
The mask slid back into place: fluttering lashes, a seductive smile, a syrupy voice,
even if underneath he was more fragile than usual.
“Hideous?” he echoed in his best sultry tone.
“Maybe I’m not talking because your beauty took my breath away, love…”
He moved closer, ready to rest his arms on Vox’s shoulders.
Vox burst out laughing.
A real laugh—loud, cold.
“Heavens, that’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever heard.”
He wiped a fake tear from the corner of his screen.
“Do sinners get excited that easily?”
He pushed Angel’s hands away effortlessly and sat back on the bed, this time with a much more serious, much less amused expression.
“Sit.”
Just one word.
A word that sent a shiver down Angel’s spine,
the kind very few could provoke.
Val was, obviously, at the top of the list.
Angel forced a smile and sat beside him, trying to look relaxed.
(He wasn’t. Not even close.)
Vox looked ready to start talking, and Angel had the sinking feeling that whatever came out of his mouth would complicate the night beyond repair.
So before Vox could say anything, Angel acted on pure impulse.
“I called you because-”
Vox froze.
He lowered his gaze.
He saw Angel’s hand.
Resting on his thigh.
For a moment, no words could describe Vox’s expression,
a look he probably had never made before.
"What are you doing?” Vox's eyebrow rose as Angel's hand moved closer and closer to his groin.
“What I'm here for”
His voice was low, cheeky, honeyed, forced, with the addition of a blink that made it almost believable.
Vox seemed about to retort, but something stopped him. Perhaps that something was the surprisingly delicate hand that crossed the fabric of his clothes, now resting on his cock.
He felt his pants tighten and a warmth began to spread throughout his body. This wasn't Vox's goal, but since he was there...
Angel relaxed slightly when he saw a more sincere half-smile on Vox's face.
A huge mistake.
With the delicacy of a dancer, he found himself between the man's knees, who now looked down at him, making the boy feel even smaller and more vulnerable.
Angel's fingers trembled as he tried to unzip his pants, then-
Smack
The sound echoed through the room.
Angel's eyes flew open and he brought a hand to his cheek, incredulous.
He had just slapped him, without hesitation, for no apparent reason.
Now he was sure, this man could be even worse than Valentino, and that little hope he had of doing his duty and leaving in peace dissolved as soon as he heard the sound of his flesh hitting his hand.
“If you can't do it with your hands... Use your teeth, bitch.”
If Vox had really accepted a blowjob from an insignificant insect like him, he might as well have enjoyed it.
Angel stilled without protest, his head moving mechanically closer, and with his teeth he managed to unzip his pants.
It was so humiliating, not so much for the act itself, but for the person it was directed at, which was compounded by the disparaging smirk that grew on his lips.
When Angel looked up slightly and realized how much trouble he was in, he saw a large erection, ready to burst out of his designer underwear.
Angel didn't take long to pull it out this time, concerned about his client's impatience, and when he saw it, he couldn't help but blush.
A sudden warmth betrayed all his thoughts.
Vox made himself comfortable, his hands clasped behind his head, observing every detail of the face of the person who was about to give him a blowjob.
Eyes of different colors, features both angular and soft, but which overall made him... cute. Of course, he would never admit it out loud, and perhaps it was the sudden excitement speaking for him, but he was quite satisfied knowing that his cock was going to fuck that face.
“Are you going to look at it or are you going to do something about it?”
Angel stood there frozen, watching that erection grow bigger and bigger with every passing second.
To say he had a huge cock was an understatement.
The tip was already dripping, it was veiny and intimidating.
Before he could even stick out his tongue, Vox's heavy hand brought him closer to his cock, which hit him on the cheek.
“Are you going to open that fucking mouth or not?"
Not wanting to upset him further, frightened by the consequences, he stuck out his tongue and licked the precum that had started to come out.
The grip on the back of his neck tightened and with both hands Vox pushed his entire cock deep into Angel's throat.
Angel's eyes widened and he tried to pull back, but Vox's hands held him steady, impaled on his cock.
His throat was already burning, he couldn't breathe, and the urge to vomit reawakened after years of having lost it due to multiple blowjobs.
A chuckle escaped Vox's lips as he now slowly fucked Angel's throat.
A feeling of warmth and wetness surrounded his cock... And God, it felt good. It had been a long time since he had done anything like this, and this was a reward to himself.
Tears streamed down Angel's sweet little face, and this drove him even crazier. He seemed to revel in those tears, and Angel noticed it from the enlargement of his cock in his throat.
“P-please.”
The words came out badly, but they were still understandable.
“Please what? Harder? You're really fucking impossible to please.”
Moving his pelvis back and forth, slimy noises came out of Angel's mouth, who obviously didn't mean that.
Vox gave him no respite,
not a break.
Not for a moment.
“Look at you, so destroyed by just a measly blowjob.”
The thrusts were getting stronger and faster, and when low moans escaped his mouth, he knew he was about to finish.
Angel's head felt soft, and for a moment, the only thought his mind could produce was not to die around his cock and to try to breathe.
With one last thrust, strong and merciless, he released a large load directly into Angel's throat, who could do nothing but swallow.
He felt his body stiffen and his fingers tighten in his hair.
Vox's head was tilted back in satisfaction, but he still wouldn't let
Angel breathe properly, holding him there where he belonged.
it had been an interesting evening… and that was only the beginning.