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The television’s flickering light illuminated the otherwise darkened room with a blueish hue, shifting from time to time as different scenes played out. Val rested his chin on a hand, a pout on his lips, as he watched videos of sharks swimming in water. This was… boring. The commentary wasn’t much better; constantly interrupted by Vox spewing facts before the monotone voice could even finish them.
He shot a glance towards Vox. There was a look on his face close to a child-like wonder. Val couldn’t figure out what about sharks was so fucking interesting, but Vox’s excitement? That, he couldn’t help but admit he found it cute.
“They can go through 30,000 teeth in their lifetime!” Vox said as the camera filmed the inside of a shark’s mouth. Vox turned to him, face too big for his boxy head, a wide smile exposing his sharp teeth. “Did you know they’re pretty much the only thing that isn’t made of cartilage in their skeleton?”
“You’ve told me,” Val replied, turning his body more towards Vox. A soft smile came to his lips. All things considered, he was in a good mood today. “But keep going, I like hearing you talk,” he said, voice low and soft.
Vox looked away for just a second, a faint cyan blush now sitting on his screen. Val adored how easily he could get Vox to blush with simple compliments. When they met eyes again, Vox kept going.
“Their eyes are similar to cats’, they’re mostly colorblind, but they see well in dark and murky waters, some even have special organs to keep them warm in frigid waters. They also need to constantly be moving to breathe. There’s a few exceptions like nurse sharks, they’re even known as the laziest,” he rambled, now also sitting crisscrossed in a way that faced Val. The television’s light hallowed him in just the right way, his own screen casting a dim light on Val’s face he found much more pleasing than the regular one’s. “Is there… anything specific you wanted to know?” he asked with shifty eyes, probably sensing his stare. Valentino smirked, crawling closer.
“Hmm,” he feigned a thought as he trailed a hand up Vox's thigh, stopping at the sweater he was wearing, “what about their mating stuff?” Vox blushed deeper, leaning slightly away.
“Like- like what?” He chuckled. Valentino slipped a finger underneath the hem, touching the skin of his hip. “Just.. anything?” Val nodded, keeping his eyes firmly on Vox’s display. “Well, some species give birth to live young, some lay eggs, but they don’t stay with them,” he spoke, a slight tremor in his voice.
“Go on,” Valentino urged, flattening his whole hand to Vox’s stomach.
“What are you doing?” He leaned further back, grabbing Val’s hand with one of his.
“Just keep talking, amorcito,” Val purred, taking up more of his personal space. Vox’s legs opened by themselves when he pushed him down onto the couch. “Come on,” Val encouraged with a smile.
“I- they, um…” Vox took a breath, looking down at Valentino’s hand disappearing into his clothes. “They don’t all reach maturity at the same age.” Valentino rubbed at his skin gently, his lower hands wrapping around his thighs.
“Anything more.. exciting?” Val purred. Vox was adorable like this. So easy to fluster.
He stammered, “They have two dicks?” The way he almost asked it caused Val to chuckle. “Sometimes the male will bite the female’s pectoral fin…” Vox gasped as he slid his other hand up his sweater, cupping his thin waist.
“Mmh, interesting,” Val hummed. Vox’s flesh was growing warmer by the second, a soft whir floating in the air. “Keep dumping all that knowledge on me, baby~”
Vox laughed, “You’re the worst.” He made eye contact shyly, looking away just as soon as they met. “Sharks have the biggest brain out of all the fish- and yes, they are fish. They also don’t have scales like normal fish. Oh, and they also have the thickest skin out of all animals!”
“You could learn a thing or two from them,” Val teased, pinching him gently.
“Hey! I’ll have you know I have very thick skin!” Valentino just chuckled. He glided along Vox’s skin until he reached his vents, hot air blowing against his fingers. “Ah! V-Val,” Vox weakly protested, holding onto his wrist tighter, but not tugging him away. His vents were extremely sensitive, and while Vox didn’t like how vulnerable they made him feel, Val sure did.
“Relax, amorcito, just keep talking. I know how much you love hearing yourself talk,” he chuckled, dipping just the tip of his fingers in Vox’s lower vents, bending over to the crook of his neck, “it’s almost as much as I do.”
Vox shivered in his grasp, a small, nearly inaudible whimper blew past his lips. “I don’t- I don’t know if I can keep going like this,” he breathed, a faint static clinging to the words. Valentino grazed his teeth on the slight bit of exposed skin he could find on Vox’s neck, a loud gasp kissing his ears as Vox grabbed onto his shoulders. “Val, please,” he whined.
“Please what?” Valentino asked as he pulled away, still fingering Vox’s vents with his upper hands, sliding his lower ones around to the small of his back. “I can’t read minds, Voxy, you need to use your words.”
Vox’s antennas twitched, his face glowing with a soft cyan blush. Val loved the way his old-timey tv head was just too small for how expressive he was. His eyes were too wide, almost cut by the borders of his rounded off box head. When he was happy, his smile would take up too much space, leaving none for his eyebrows. In moments like these, though, Vox's eyes took up most of his display. Big and round, mouth making squiggles on the bottom of his screen while his eyebrows pleaded for him, too prideful to let go just yet.
He was adorable. Val wanted nothing more but to ruin him.
“You know so much, Voxy,” he cooed, tugging his sweater further, “you’re so smart, it’s impressive!” He watched his chest stutter at the praise, the faintest shiver travelling through his body. “Give me another one.” Val caught his mismatched eyes, staring deeply into them. He was growing harder by the second, and so was Vox.
“I- sharks have an amazing hearing, they rely on it a lot to catch their prey,” he mumbled. His breath hitched when Val played along the upper vents, exposing more of his torso as he went. “Val, if- can you.. stop teasing?”
“Hm? Are you enjoying this?” Val chuckled as he pressed up against Vox’s hips, pushing their erections together. Vox gasped and nodded, closing his eyes. “You look so pretty like this, Voxy, I’m not sure I want to stop.”
“Val, please, do something else, anything!” He was growing desperate. Patience wasn’t his strong suit. Valentino slid his sweater the rest of the way off, now having Vox bare-chested underneath him. He bent down to his torso, licking along the side of his vents. “Fuck! Christ, Val, you’re- you’re a tease…”
Valentino hummed, blowing softly into them. Vox shivered violently, followed by a whimper when he slipped his long tongue into one while simultaneously playing with the others. The inside was humid, a vague artificial taste lingering on his tongue as he licked around. Warm air blew against his face, the whir emitting from Vox slowly growing louder.
Vox arched into his touch, trembling legs caging either side of Val’s hips with a soft moan. Val chuckled at how sensitive he was. He slowly breached Vox's pants with his lower hands, feeling his ass, or lack thereof, while pushing his tongue deeper into the vent. Vox moaned, writhing underneath him.
“Val,” he croaked, fingers tangling in his fur, sending shivers down his spine. Valentino took his tongue out, licking up his chest to his neck, and bit. “Fuck!” Vox cried out, voice high and needy.
“Got any more facts?” Val grinned, licking where he’d just bitten.
“I can’t- I can’t think,” Vox whined back, his hips bucking upwards against Val’s. “Val, I want more,” he asked in a breath.
“Did I ever tell you your vents remind me of shark gills?”
“Val!”
Valentino moved up so he could see him. Small tears appeared on the corner of his eyes, but he knew he still had ways to go to see them fall. He smiled.
“Okay, Amorcito, I can give you more,” he soothed, pulling Vox’s pants and underwear down. Vox grabbed Val’s while he was undressing him, trying to tug them off with no finesse whatsoever. Valentino helped him, using a hand to shimmy the pants off his legs as he pulled Vox’s off at the same time.
Vox’s cock sprung upwards, landing onto his stomach with a twitch. Val ran a finger slowly up its length, feeling the skin shift and a new needy throb, then gathered the beads forming on the head and spread them around. Vox hissed, back arching off the cushions. Val grabbed his own dick with a hand but didn’t move, just kept pressure around the base. He had an idea; he’d get his turn after.
He aimed Vox’s cock upwards and opened his mouth, letting saliva drip onto it, before wrapping his tongue around the head and swallowing him whole in one go. Vox jerked, a broken moan echoing around the room while he scrambled to latch back onto Val’s fluff.
“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, Val, shit,” he moaned, pulling on the fur.
He was so sensitive. Val adored it. Every little thing earned a reaction, and every reaction made him twitch. He was better than every single one of his whores, shame he was such a prude. Repressed old-timey fuck. They could earn so much money if Vox just let him film.
Valentino bobbed his head up and down, slobbering all over his cock. He twisted his tongue around, dragging it on Vox’s length, toying with the slit, pulling every trick he knew just to corrupt Vox and turn him into a shaking, moaning mess underneath him. He began lazily pumping himself, not providing enough friction to get off, but just enough to keep it interesting. Vox’s hips spasmed.
Vox whined like he was trying to keep his moans to himself. Val could not have that. He took him all the way, feeling the tip of Vox’s cock dip into his throat, and swallowed. The action ripped a loud moan from Vox, bucking up into Val’s mouth. Luckily, that wasn’t an issue with his expertise. Val allowed Vox to start pumping into him, humming every so often and feeling Vox twitch against his tongue. He looked up. Vox’s eyes were closed, eyebrows pulled together on his display and mouth hanging open. His tongue was peeking out from his mouth only a slight bit, various little pants and moans sliding off.
“F-fuck.. Val I’m- I’m close,” he stammered, his turquoise eye opening just enough to catch his gaze. Val hummed pleasantly, hollowing his cheeks. Vox jerked with another curse. He threw his head back, fingers tightening on Val’s fur. Tremors shook his wings, travelling down south until he felt them in his hand, but he had to focus.
He trailed a hand over Vox’s hips, then waist, moving slowly until he reached his vents once more. He focused on keeping his throat relaxed and letting Vox set the pace while he pet along the openings. Vox’s thighs trembled, heat blowing from his vents harder with each pass of Val’s tongue. One of his favourite things was how reactive Vox was when close to cumming. The unending noises spilling from him, the way his entire body shook, his cock twitching with every move, how he arched into Val’s touch like a drug.
It was addicting.
When Vox spasmed with a loud cry, Val knew he was seconds away from busting. He kept doing exactly what he had been, humming and patting his thighs encouragingly. He slipped a few fingers in Vox’s vents, and that’s what pushed him over the edge. Vox pulled on his fur, keeping him down as he damn near convulsed against Val, spilling his load straight down his throat. Valentino swallowed, moving his tongue back and forth in guise of a hand throughout Vox’s orgasm.
“Val!” Vox’s voice was full of static, blowing from his speakers rather than his actual mouth. Val gave a few more licks before retracting and allowing Vox’s spent cock to slip from his mouth back onto his stomach.
Licking his lips, he took a second to admire the scene. Vox had let go of him, now covering his face with his hands as he tried catching his breath. His chest heaved with difficulty, legs still trembling where they’d risen. He hummed, one hand slipping from his display to his chest. He looked at Val from the corner of an eye, a tired smile on his screen.
Valentino returned the smile before leaning down to plant a kiss on his abdomen. He moved up, nipping and kissing at Vox’s unnaturally smooth skin. He paused at his chest. Thinking back to Vox’s little shark facts from earlier, he snickered. Vox brought his hands to Val’s sides, claws trailing lightly on his skin before they dug into him when he bit down around one of his square nipples.
“Fuck! What..?”
“You said they bite, right?” Vox tilted his head questioningly. “The male sharks,” Val clarified. He wondered how it was possible for Vox to flush harder, but he managed to do it, looking away with wide eyes. Valentino chuckled at the adorable display and bit the other one, thumb circling his previous bite. Vox sighed shakily. His chest stuttered as if he wasn’t sure if he wanted more or less. Probably a mix of both. Vox wasn’t the best at handling overstimulation, which is why Val loved it. So reactive.
He moved up to the crook of his neck, biting harder and harder. He’d be damned if Vox had an inch of skin untouched by the time they went to bed. His own dick was aching for more, but he knew the wait would only make things better. Still, he let himself grind against the cleft of Vox’s ass, feeling him flinch.
“Don’t worry,” he mumbled between nips, “I’ll prep you.” Vox nodded with a whimper. His nails cut lines down his ribs while Val nearly devoured his neck. The faint taste of iron kissed his tastebuds. He licked at the broken flesh before moving to Vox’s face and kissing him. Vox responded eagerly, apparently unbothered by the taste of his own blood lingering on Val’s tongue. “You taste so good, Voxy,” Val purred as he pulled from the kiss. Pink drool slid from Vox’s mouth. “You’re addicting.”
“Shit,” Vox gasped, bucking onto Val.
Valentino brought fingers to his mouth, coating them with his special saliva. There wasn’t any lube within arms reach, and by god did he want nothing less than to untangle from Vox even for a second. This would do the trick. Once the effects of his drool would hit, they wouldn’t even be able to tell the difference.
When he deemed his fingers sufficiently wet, he brought them in between Vox’s legs, circling his hole for a moment before pushing two digits in. Warmth clung to him as he plunged deeper inside.
“You’re always so tight for me,” Val purred while pumping his fingers, making Vox writhe on the couch, “So warm, too. I can’t wait to feel you around my cock, Voxy, you always make the prettiest noises when I’m fucking you.” Vox whined, turning his head away. Val saw his dick start to harden again, moving up and down with his heaving breaths. He spread his fingers apart a few times, feeling the tight ring loosen before he switched to rubbing along his walls in search of that sweet spot.
“Fuck, Val I want- I want you,” Vox breathed out.
“Be patient Voxy, I don’t want to hurt you too much,” Val answered with a grin. He curved his fingers up, seeing Vox’s face glitch out of his display for half a second, followed by a moan. Valentino laughed, rubbing against his prostate harder, savouring the way Vox reacted to the stimuli. “You’re so pretty like this, you’re doing so good~”
Vox huffed at the praise. He reached blindly towards Val, fingers grasping nothing for a second before Val took pity on him and leaned over. The moment Vox took hold of him, he brought him to his mouth and stole an eager kiss. There was no finesse, no skill; it seemed like Vox was trying to eat him whole.
Val took his fingers out of him, immediately draping his hand around his cock instead. He aimed himself to Vox’s hole and pushed. They moaned into each other’s mouths, heavy breaths mixing together, fogging Vox’s screen. Vox held onto him like he’d disappear if he let go. His fingers clung almost painfully to Val’s wings, but he couldn’t bring himself to shake him off. Valentino grabbed onto every part of Vox he could, his lower hands on his thighs, upper ones wrapping around his waist.
He felt his fingers intertwine, involuntarily tightening his grip. “You’re so small, baby,” he mumbled through their kiss. He broke it so he could bite one of Vox’s shoulders instead. “You’re perfect, all for me. And you take me so well!” The noise Vox made was uncategorizable. It was stuck between a sob and a moan, and it shot straight to Val’s dick. He groaned, biting Vox harder while Vox’s claws ripped into his wings.
Valentino rolled his hips into Vox, sending tingling waves of pleasure throughout his entire body. Thank fuck for his stamina, or else his fun might’ve gotten cut short by the way Vox felt split open on him. He built up to a deep and powerful pace, making Vox’s body rock against the couch with the force of his thrusts. He panted harshly against his shoulder, focusing on the warm tightness squeezing his cock and how it travelled up to his guts.
Fuck this twink was going to be the end of him.
He forced Vox to meet his thrusts with the grip on his waist. Sweat dripped down his face. His fur fluffed with static as Vox moaned and writhed, electricity flaring from various parts of him. The painful hold on his wings suddenly vanished, instead replaced by Vox scratching deep gashes down his back as he arched. Val felt his legs shake in his grasp, the muscles tightening and releasing until Vox seized.
“Cum for me, Voxy, I wanna feel you cum on my cock, come on,” he urged, angling upwards right onto his prostate. A staticky wail cut through the air as Vox came, shooting in between them, coating both their stomach with his cum. Val groaned at the feeling of Vox clenching around him, stars dancing on the edge of his vision. “Fuck, yes, god baby, you’re so good, so pretty,” he panted as Vox’s twitching and spasming grew more desperate. He pushed weakly against Val, who just sped his rocking. “I’m so close, Amorcito, so close, keep being so good for me~”
Val licked the various bruises adorning Vox’s skin, listening to his soft, overwhelmed noises. He could tell Vox was fighting with himself to keep going despite the overstimulation, and he couldn’t help but smile. His dick throbbed inside Vox’s fluttering walls, abdomen coiling, the familiar need for release driving him to just keep pumping.
“Val please, please cum, I can’t, please, it’s too much!” Vox begged as his claws dug into his shoulders.
“Fuck!” Vox's begging made his head spin. He growled, catching his flesh between his teeth once more before pushing as deep as he could, nearly bending Vox in half as he ground desperately against his ass. The dam burst, cock twitching as he flooded Vox with a muffled groan. He only stopped once he had milked himself completely dry, holding Vox’s lower half off the couch.
He took a moment to catch his breath before carefully cradling Vox against his chest and lying back. Vox whined as he found himself lying on top of Val, dick still all the way up his ass, but Valentino knew he was way too exhausted to move away. He chuckled, drawing little designs over Vox’s back while their breathing settled down.
Vox finally looked at him, faint tears flowing from his eyes. Val cooed, quickly wiping his screen.
“You did so good, Voxy!”
Vox sighed. “Thank you.” He was completely spent, growing heavier with each passing second.
“Next time you should ride me, I like this view,” Val chuckled, feeling Vox tense slightly. He gave a shy nod as his eyes closed. “Take a little nap, we can see after, hm?” Val watched as Vox relaxed against him.
Yeah. He could get used to this.