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Vox entered the room with a violent swing of the door. Based on the little whimper he heard, Vox had hurt his hand when opening it. “Fuck! Ow, shit!” The television demon managed to squeak out, cradling his wrist in his other hand.
Val’s antenna twitched, Vox didn’t usually get this mad unless his day had been really bad. He sat up from his spot on the couch with a soft groan, pausing the movie he was watching. Damn, he was at a really good part too. The cross-dressing had just started!
“Hey, Tino.” He could tell Vox was trying to sound warm, but it came out strained and aggressive. He couldn’t help but let his antenna fall back in hurt, even though it wasn’t really on purpose. Vox draped his jacket onto the coat hanger, and, still cradling his wrist, he paced into another room. Val sat there for a moment, unsure what to do or say. He debated on unpausing his movie, but decided to go check on Vox instead.
“Voxxyyyyy~, qué estás haciendo?” He peeked around the corner and he rolled his eyes. Vox was leaning against the counter in the dimly lit room, holding a bag of Cheetos and a glass of milk. He seemed to be sobbing quietly, dipping the Cheetos into the milk and shoving them in his mouth with a soft crunch.
Valentino took a step forward and placed one of his many arms on the counter, effectively trapping Vox, though non-threateningly. “Vox what the fuck are you doing?” He questioned, but knowing very well what the answer would be. “You only eat that garbage when you’re really sad. What’s the matter?”
Vox was silent for a moment before letting out a breath. “You are very hot right now. All commanding and stuff.” Val couldn’t help but blush at the comment but let out an angry squeak. “¡Oh mi satanás! Stop changing the subject!” He shuffled backward and let Vox take a step away from the counter. “I don’t want to talk about it, Tino. I’m fine.” Despite that, he took another bite of his milk-soaked Cheetos. “Sure, muñeca.”
He trailed back to the couch, with his “business partner” close behind him. He was a bit worried, but he tried not to show it. Val stopped in front of the couch and faced Vox. “You will tell me what’s wrong or I’ll have to punish you.” Val struck a mischievous smile at him, and the television demon’s screen emitted a faint pink. “And-ahem, er, what would the punishment be?” Instead of answering, the moth gently nudged him to sit on the couch, and sat down beside him.
Vox looked vaguely disappointed as Val wrapped an arm around him. Clearly he had been expecting something else, but he nuzzled into his boyfriend’s neck fluff anyways. Ignoring the slight pain of the corners of Vox’s face digging into his chin, Val leaned more exaggeratedly onto him, and Vox fought back an exclamation of protest. Slowly rubbing (or, massaging? Some sort of weird petting motion.) his fur, Vox let a warm smile cross his face. He met his eyes with Val, and he felt like his chest was going to explode.
Vox hugged Valentino closer in a search of comfort, clearly he hadn’t gotten much of that today. At this point he was practically laying down while hugging him. “I’m still not gonna tell you what’s wrong. It’s too hard to say, really. I like the cuddles, though.” He said, a little static sparked from his antenna. That usually happened when they cuddled like this. “Hah, okay, papito. We can watch
something else if you want.” Vox shook his head. “No…’m fine…” He pressed his head to Val’s side, mumbling through the fur from his coat. “I think you could just turn the TV off….”
“As you wish.”
Vox seemed to have fallen asleep, breathing softly with a slight rise and fall of his chest. It was kind of cute, though Val would never admit that out loud. He moved slowly as he soundlessly reached over to Vox’s snack, which he had left sitting beside him. He took a Cheeto and dipped it into the milk, and it looked soggy and wet. Ew. What did Vox see in this revolting stuff? He lifted it to his mouth and took a bite.
That was the most disgusting thing he’s ever tasted.
With little care, he tossed away the so-called snack, and heard it crash into the wall. Vox mumbled a little in his sleep, but besides that, it didn’t really disturb him. Next time he saw him eating that, he would get rid of his supply of Cheetos.
He nuzzled even closer than he already was, appreciating the warmth Vox gave off.
“Goodnight, Voxxy. I love you.”