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Valentino huffed in frustration as he tapped his boot against the hardwood floor. He had been waiting for the bathroom for about an hour now, the alcohol he drank last night having made it's way through his system. At first it was just a small twinge here and there but now it was getting annoying.
The moth banged his fist against the door, "Velvet! You better be done soon," he growled.
"I'm taking a shower so I'm gonna be a little longer," the woman replied.
"A shower? No way, baby. Just let me in so I can take care of business then I'll get out of your hair," he said.
"No! I know exactly what you want, Val. You're not getting that from me this early in the morning," she remarked.
"I don't want that right now. I just want to take my morning leak," he said.
"I don't believe you. You can just wait," she said.
The moth gritted his teeth, "Fine!" he grumbled, backing away from the door.
"Good. Be out in a bit, Val," she chirped.
An exasperated sigh fell from Valentino's lips as he leaned against the wall beside the bathroom to wait. As the minutes passed he crossed his dominant pair of arms over his chest and began tapping his foot again. His antennae lowered at the sound of the shower water coming from the room.
"Oh. Hurry up, woman," he grumbled, starting to fidget.
Time ticked by slowly and the moth started to pace, unable to sit still. He grimaced as he felt a droplet form on the tip of his member.
"Morning, Val," a familiar, electronic voice greeted from behind him.
Valentino turned to his TV headed lover, "Morning...."
"What? No baby or Voxy after the morning?" the TV teased.
The moth rolled his eyes before resuming his pacing, making his partner quirk an eyebrow.
"Something wrong, Val?" Vox asked.
"I need to take a leak," Valentino replied.
"Ah, I see. Why not go then?" Vox asked, watching the moth pace.
"Velvet's in there," Valentino deadpanned.
"Oh, that's not good. She takes forever," Vox stated.
"Obviously," Valentino huffed, stopping to cross his legs beneath his long, fluffy pimp coat.
"You sure you can wait?" Vox asked, looking at his partner with concerned eyes.
"Of course I can! I'm an Overlord! Not a child!" Valentino snapped, his dark pink eyes narrowed at his partner.
"I didn't mean it like that, Val. I just know that you look like you're having a hard time," Vox defended.
"Well, I'm not. I can wait," Valentino spat, stomping his foot as if to prove his point.
"Alright, alright. Sorry I even said anything," Vox mumbled.
At this Valentino huffed and crossed his dominant pair of arms over his chest again, "It's okay, Voxy," he mumbled, crossing his legs beneath his once more unbeknownst to his partner.
"Well, I'm gonna get some juice. Do you want anything?" Vox asked.
Valentino shook his head and began pacing again.
"Alright. Be back in a bit," Vox said, glancing back at the moth one last time before walking in the direction of the kitchen.
As the seconds turned to minutes, Valentino's long, slow strides became shorter and more hurried. Every few minutes he would stop in his tracks to either cross long legs or bounce on his heels in order to stay in control. The moth could practically feel all the liquid sloshing around in his bladder when he moved. A soft groan fell from his lips as he felt a few droplets make their way out.
"I'm back, Tino," Vox chirped from behind him.
"Welcome back...." Valentino grumbled.
Vox's happy expression turned to one of concern as he looked at his partner, "Val, are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," Valentino mumbled, his eyes narrowed.
"Okay. Just asking," Vox hummed, taking a sip of his orange juice.
Valentino's eyes widened at the sight of some of the juice dribbling down Vox's screen and he began fidgeting, fighting the urge to hold himself.
Vox stopped drinking after a moment, "Want some, Tino?" he offered, noticing the moth's eyes fixated on his glass.
Valentino shook his head as a bit of the drink spilled out when his partner held it out to him, his antennae lowering as he heard it splash on the floor.
At this action, Vox shrugged, "Suit Yourself," he said, finishing it off.
Valentino turned his head away, not wanting to see the liquid dribbling down the TV's mouth. He bounced on his heels as the image of splashing liquid ran fresh through his mind, turning from orange juice into a certain yellow fluid.
The moth's eyes widened once more as he felt a spurt leak out, "Fuck!" he swore as he rushed all four of his hands to hold his crotch.
A look of concern flashed across Vox's screen as he took in the sight of Valentino trying to grip himself rather ineffectively through his large, thick coat. After a moment or two when Valentino seemed to calm down, Vox went up to him. At this, his lover backed away, a blush painting his cheeks when he caught sight of the floor. Vox quirked an eyebrow then followed the moth's gaze, realization appearing in his eyes as he spotted a bit of yellowish liquid coloring the off white floor.
"Oh, Val...." Vox said softly, sympathy flashing across his face.
Valentino's head snapped up and his blush grew deeper.
"You really have to go," Vox stated, caressing the moth's cheek.
Valentino gulped, "Y-yeah. I... I can't wait much longer," he admitted, his cheeks burning with shame.
"Hmm, I think I know what to do," Vox chimed.
With that said, Vox gently took one of his lover's dominant hands in his and began to carefully lead him away from the bathroom. Worry danced across the moth's features at this.
"Ah, no, Voxy. I need to stay near the bathroom," Valentino said, an uncharacteristic whimper leaving his lips as he squeezed himself tighter.
"Trust me, Val. I know what I'm doing," Vox said, gently tugging Valentino's hand to coax him into moving again.
After a moment of contemplating the TV's words, Valentino allowed him to lead him again. Within a few minutes they found themselves in the moth's kitchen.
"Voxy, why are we in the kitchen? I need to take a leak," Valentino whimpered, wiggling his hips as he continued to grip himself.
"I know. You're about to," Vox reassured as he led the moth over to the sink.
Once in front of it, Vox smiled, "Well, go ahead, Val," he chirped.
"Go ahead and what?" Valentino asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
"Use the sink," Vox stated.
Valentino's eyes widened, "You want me to use the sink like a toilet?" he asked.
"Yeah," Vox said.
At that, Valentino looked around as he started to undo his long coat, feeling unusually self conscious.
Noticing his partner's uncertainty, Vox gently placed a hand upon his shoulder, "It's okay. It's just you and me, Val," he reassured the moth.
Valentino nodded then shrugged the draping garment off as he undid the last button, revealing his completely naked form underneath. He couldn't help the blush that dusted his cheeks as he noticed Vox's eyes taking in the sight. Rolling his eyes, he tried to focus on the task at hand.
"Go on, Val," Vox encouraged once more.
"I'm going!" Valentino hissed at him before turning to face the sink again.
Valentino fidgeted for a moment as he looked at the sink then carefully aimed his member into it. Closing his eyes, he gave his body permission to let go, but nothing happened.
"Come on...." Valentino growled.
"You okay, Val?" Vox asked, keeping his back turned to the moth.
A growl that turned into a strained whimper escaped Valentino's throat, causing his partner to face him.
"Val, what's wrong?" Vox asked, noticing the frustrated look on the moth's face.
"It won't come out," Valentino huffed.
"Just relax," Vox said.
"I'm trying to!" Valentino spat.
"Are you feeling vulnerable? Is that why you're having trouble relaxing?" Vox asked.
Valentino's antennae lowered, "Maybe...." he mumbled.
Vox smiled sympathetically, "I have an idea that may help," he said, getting beside him.
"What's your idea?" Valentino asked.
"Spread your wings out and use them like a door of sorts. Might help you feel more secure," Vox suggested.
Valentino hummed as he contemplated this before nodding. He then allowed his huge wings to unfurl and spread out, encasing him and Vox within.
"There. Now, try again," Vox encouraged, turning his back to allow Valentino some privacy.
Feeling a little more secure, Valentino turned back to the sink to focus on the task at hand once more. Like last time he closed his eyes and gave his body permission to let it go. Finally, after a moment or two he began to feel the pressure subside.
"Ahhh...." Valentino sighed.
Hearing the relieved sigh, Vox smiled and began to gently stroke the fuzzy, zebra patterned edges of the moth's wing, making them quiver.
"Stop!" Valentino snapped at him.
Vox chuckled at his outburst, ""Sorry, babe," he cooed.
"You can play with them when I'm done," Valentino mumbled, a blush dusting his cheeks.
"Deal," Vox agreed.
Valentino gave himself a gentle squeeze then a shake a few minutes later, having finished his business. He then proceeded to wash his hands and the sink.
"All done?" Vox asked, having heard the sink being turned on.
"Yeah. I feel so much better, baby," Valentino sighed, allowing his wings to rest once more.
"I'm sure you do. It's not good to hold all that in," Vox said, rubbing Valentino's shoulders.
"I'm not in the mood for one of your lectures, Voxy," Valentino grumbled as he picked up his coat from the floor.
"Alright, alright. You want some juice now?" Vox asked, semi teasingly.
"Sure. A small glass, please," Valentino requested, putting his coat back on.
"Coming right up, babe," Vox chimed, heading over to the fridge.
Valentino hummed as he took out his phone from his pocket, interested to see what's going on in their world today.
"Here you go," Vox said, handing his significant other a glass of reddish purple juice.
"What is this?" Valentino asked, looking at it with suspicion.
"Cranberry grape juice. It's tart but kind of sweet, too," Vox replied.
Valentino hummed for a moment before allowing his longish, slender tongue to enter the cool liquid, "Tastes pretty good, baby," he commented.
"It's also pretty good for you, especially your kidneys and bladder," Vox stated with a smile.
Valentino's eyes narrowed for a moment before becoming relaxed again, "Thanks, Voxy," he mumbled, averting his eyes.
"You're welcome, Val," Vox chirped.
"Let's go sit on the couch," Valentino said, sipping on his drink more.
"Sure, Val," Vox agreed.
With that said, Valentino and Vox made their way to the living room. As usual the moth made himself comfortable by lying on the deep red sofa, causing the TV to smile as he took his usual spot near his boot clad feet. They stayed like this for awhile, the only sound breaking the silence being Valentino as he sipped at his drink. Once finished the moth shifted his position on the couch.
"Voxy...." Valentino murmured.
Vox looked at the moth who was now sitting up and scooting closer to him, "Yeah, Val?" he asked.
Valentino stopped for a moment then moved back to the other side, "Nevermind...." he mumbled, crossing his dominant pair of arms over his chest.
A smirk spread across Vox's screen at this action, "Aww, Tino. Are you still feeling vulnerable?" he teased.
Valentino shook his head and averted his eyes. A few minutes later he found a certain TV's arm draped over his shoulder.
"Need some cuddling, Val?" Vox asked, a soft smile adorning his features.
A blush dusted Valentino's cheeks as he nodded.
"Come on then," Vox encouraged, holding his arms wide open.
At this, the moth wrapped his dominant arms around the TV's waist and snuggled into his chest. Smiling a bit, Vox began to stroke his partner's fuzzy antenna, being as gentle as can be.
"So soft," Vox cooed.
Valentino moaned as his other antenna lowered in pleasure.
"Aww, poor, Tino. This antenna needs attention, too," Vox hummed, beginning to stroke his partner's stripped antenna.
At this, a low, rumbling purr vibrated from the moth's throat and his wings fluttered beneath his coat.
"Heh, you really like that, huh, Val?" Vox asked.
Valentino nodded, snuggling deeper into his lover's embrace.
"It doesn't hurt?" Vox asked, looking at the stripped antenna intently.
"Nah. Feels good, baby...." Valentino purred, a small trail of drool dripping from his mouth.
"Good. I want you to be comfortable and feel safe," Vox reassured.
"I do with you, Voxy," Valentino mumbled, hiding his face in Vox's chest.
"I'm glad, Val," Vox said as he rubbed his lover's back, smiling as he felt the moth's wings vibrate under his coat.
As seconds turned into minutes, Valentino started to feel warm so he shrugged his coat off halfway, exposing his wings once more. This made Vox's eyes light up.
"Ooh, can I play with them now?" Vox asked, his eyes fixated on the moth's wings.
Valentino chuckled, "Go ahead, baby. They're all your's," he purred, allowing his wings to unfurl and spread out.
With Valentino's permission, Vox began to touch the moth's wings, starting with the fuzzy, zebra patterned edges and making his way to the silky, deep red inside.
A wide smile spread across Valentino's face, revealing his sharp, deep pink teeth, "You really like my wings, huh?" he asked.
"They're just so beautiful," Vox hummed, tracing one of the many light pink hearts strewn about in the deep red.
"They just match my coat pretty much," Valentino remarked.
"Okay, I'll give you that but they're also a sight to truly behold!" Vox exclaimed.
At hearing that, a deep blush painted Valentino's cheeks and he averted his eyes, "Thanks, Vox," he almost whispered.
"You're welcome," Vox said, leaning down to kiss the moth's forehead.
Closing his eyes, Valentino allowed himself to relax even more and drifted off to sleep, his wings fluttering as his lover caressed them.