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Valentino flexed his breath snatching room like he did the amount of orgasms he caused in a day. Only his best posters were hung (which was a struggle itself, someone as attractively sexy as him has a mountain of candidates for best) the gold had to have a slight orange undertone complementary to the purple walls(but not too orange because that’d look like a drunk decorated the damn space) the couch had to be massive and cloud like- everything was intentional.
Everything.
So, why the fuck-
“Are you here so lateeeeeee,” The moth whined to the roof tops, fits tight as he crossed his road length legs.
“I had to stay late, Val, you knew that.” Vox rubbed the side of his head with one hand and used the other to softly rub his lower back.
“Ugh, I had a shit day, fired three bastards screamed at an intern, fucking dumbass,” he uttered lowly, though he couldn’t care less if anyone knew how he felt about unfavorable employees.
“And now we can’t even start on the new assignment till tomorrow afternoon when it was supposed to be 9:00 sharp!!!”
Valentino frowned mockingly as he failed to fully hide the slight teeth flash.
“Aww, poor cariño,” he patted his lap,
“Come tell Papi all about it-“
Vox had already slammed his back onto Val’s slender thighs, hand over his chest. Val smiled as he rubbed his forehead and held the other hand resting.
“I’m literally the best boss in hell-“
“Hey now-“
“You know it’s true-“
“If you’re offering a handjob, yes-“
“Tino, I swear to Satan-“
“Fine, whatever-“
“I give you a job, tasks in exchange for a little something called money, very important by the way, just for you to not do what I fucking told you to?!? Doesn’t that go against the very premise of a fucking job?!?”
Valentino squeezed Vox’s hand, trying to hold back his laughter; he couldn’t help it-
Face all scrunched up, eyes perfectly rolled, voice lower and more annoyed than usual-
He looked adorable tired and pissy.
No one wore it better than him.
“Why don’t I order you a mega burger, huh? Too tired to cook anyways.”
Vox looks up and grins like a boy on Christmas morning.
“Really?!?”
“Don’t know how the fuck you aren’t morbidly obese yet, but why not?”
Vox snuggles into Val’s chest, kissing up and down. Val giggles and smooches his head in response.
“You,” Muwah, “Know” muwah, “I” muwah, “Go” muwah, “To” muwah, “The” muwah, “Gym” muwah-
Valentino turns him around to kiss the back of his neck, only for Vox to finally notice….
Right in the distance by the cameras, the framed picture was tiny but there nonetheless.
Must’ve been from a lifetime ago. Valentino smiling that hotass smile, legs and arms on fuckable display.
And he was right next to him like a sore thumb.
Usually not an issue- quite the opposite- Vox loved pictures of himself.
But here he was in that sharp jacket paired with that dirty tangerine colored shirt that didn’t go with said jacket at all, a plain hat that looks like it could’ve came from the donation center and worst of all-
His old box head.
Vox shot up, getting a squeak in response.
“What the fuck was that-“
“Is exactly what I’d say about your little display there!” Vox waved over dramatically.
“Why do you have that?”
“What?”
“That, and why the fuck is it framed?”
Valentino got up and saw what Vox was referring to.
“It’s you and me, dumbass-“
“Val, we have so many pictures together-“
“So?”
“Why did you choose one where I look like that?”
Valentino glared in curiosity as he eyed the photograph far down.
Vox was grinning, not just smiling, making that grin he made when he was actually happy, not trying to charm the public (there was a difference, believe it or not) he had probably had his third or fourth glass that night and couldn’t pronounce “Cheese”, and kept begging Val to trade hats for another picture.
Val had just given him a cheek kiss and softly spoke to him,
“I wouldn’t be caught in the alley in anything you own, we’re gonna work on that by the way.”
Val saw his partner’s current expression towards the capture of this memory and almost blinked his shades off.
“Like what?”
Vox felt his screen heat slightly as he crossed his arms.
“Yknow….”
“Huh?”
“You hated that outfit, Velvette still makes jokes about it, I’ve got that outdated head that makes me look like a little fuck, this was before our business grew, so I’m….”
He sat back down and looked to the corner of the floor.
“Dorky….”
Val glances back at picture, finally putting two and two together.
“Awwww, mi amor…” he sat back down and held Vox’s arms with his first two and his waist with the last two, resting his chin into the crook of his neck.
“I think you’re beautiful there-“
“You’re turned on by everything-“
“Or maybe you look good in every picture-“
“Take it down or-“
“Baby, I’m not taking it down-“
“I look like a broke ass that went thrifting in the hand me downs isle in the dumpster.” Vox took his palm to his forehead and ran it down slowly, only for Valentino to grab said hand and kiss it.
“You look like my Voxxie,“ he coos softly,
“I look ugly and gross.” Vox grumbles, failing to hide the shade change across his face.
“Thank Satan I got my head fixed as soon as I got money-“
“You were adorable.”
“I was a joke.”
“Lovey-“
“Don’t pretend you and Velvette didn’t think that when you first saw me.”
“Yeah, we both thought you were a dork-“
“Thanks a lot, babe-“
“BUT a cute, charismatic dork that none could resist! I agreed to see you again, for free!”
“Heh, some would argue I was very resistible…” Vox snarled at his toes, still hearing the laughs and mockery ringing the bar. From someone he thought he could trust.
“Hey.” Val grabbed his chin and made him face his eyes,
“Bambi and his pissed colored teeth knew he couldn’t stand next to the sex machine, can you blame him? Having to hear someone else be referred to as ‘the hot one’, huh?”
“You flatter.”
“I mean it, and honestly good for him. My man deserves gold, not bronze.”
“Yea, I know…”
“See, his loss. My win, on the streets and in the sheets-“
“You’re not going to use sex to change my mind.”
“Wasn’t trying to. Just stating the facts, not my fault you don’t seem to be more than a pretty face-“
Vox grabbed the nearest pillow and started attacking, resulting in Valentino falling on the couch as the two screamed in glee as they tossed pillows at each other.
“You’re taking to the CEO of-“
“MY DICK!”
“YOU’RE A WHORE!”
“YOUR WHORE!”
Vox grabbed the next pillow tossed to him and grabbed Val’s hand, kissing it softly.
“Can’t argue with that…”
“Hmm, that’s right. Now get off me, I need to get you some food. Maybe then you’ll stop bitching about everything…”
“Okay.” Vox looked to the corner of the room, not without a slight smile.
“You can keep your stupid picture instead of keeping one we both look good in.”
“That’s legit what it is?!?”
“You’re not changing my mind, Tino.”
“Don’t need to, baby. My room my rules!”
“I’ll hang one of your bad pictures up-“
“Good luck finding one!”
Vox faked a scoffed and waved his hand to Val’s phone which was currently being used for a dial. Though he couldn’t even fight with his own thoughts.
I won’t even try….