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It was 3am.
The devil's hour.
And Vox was sitting up in bed next to a sleeping Valentino. It was a nice morning, but Vox was feeling a bit empty (no sexual or emotional intent this time).
He carefully pulled off the duvet and stood up, having a light stretch to prepare for his journey to get a midnight snack.
After making his way to the cupboard, he searched hard with the light of his face. Rustle. He pulled out a packet of homophobic-looking pride month Skittles! Perfect.
As he made he way back to his room, he opened the packet and tasted one, giving an "mm" of appro val. These were surprisingly good for colorless candies. Vox ate 3 more at once, then another 3, chewing like a hungry shark (woah).
He cutely opened the door to his room, glad he didn't wake Val since he definitely needed some sleep. Quietly, he approached the bed.
Oh no.
He failed to notice the carelessly dihscarded shirt on the floor.
Dramatically, Vox tripped and fell, but as luck would have it, he came (no sexual intent you fucking freak) out of it unharmed.
The same could not be said for the heterosexual Skittles.
They flew through the air like an eagle in flight, landing scattered across the sheets.. and Val's fluff. The stickiness of the candy was like a glue for it, and now he was covered!
"Fuck!" Vox whispered. At least Val didn't wake up. But he really wanted those Skittles. There was only one thing he could possibly do in this situation.
He leaned close to the soft fluff and extended his long ass tongue to a Skittle. Expertly, he manoeuvred it into his mouth. And another one. He gave another, longer "mmmmm" because they tasted much sweeter now..
It wasn't until the 6th Skittle that Val began to stir, but by now Vox was so into it (slight sexual intent.. okay I'll stop now) that he didn't even notice.
He licked at a spot near the bottom, just above his chest to catch the 7th Skittle. This was the moment where he heard the sleepy "Voxxie?"
He froze.
A̶n̶d̶ ̶b̶l̶u̶s̶h̶e̶d̶.
"..What are you doing?"
He quickly leaned back, but only slightly.
"Um.." Shit, how could he explain this without sounding like a complete idiot?
"And what the fuck are those gray things.."
"Uh... Skittles?"
"You're eating Skittles off me?" He paused. "That's hot."
Of course Val would find that hot.
"So, can I keep doing it?"
"Mm, of course baby.." he replied eepily.
Vox continued searching for the lost candies, except now he had the b̶e̶n̶e̶f̶i̶t̶ added obstacle of Val making the occasional noise that sounded a little too close to a moan.
Fuck, he shouldn't be into something as stupid as licking candy from his whatever-Val-was's fluff.
Maybe it was the fact that it did taste somehow better. He practically gobbled the rest of them up, only slowing when he got the the last one.
"That good, cariño?"
He swallowed his current Skittle, "Yeah.."
"Aren't you going to share?"
Vox could see that it was only fair, seeing as he had literally been using Val as a plate. He curled his tongue around the last one with newfound skill and brought his mouth to Val's.
He swallowed the Skittle in a millisecond, preferring to taste sugar off Vox's tongue instead. It wasn't like Vox minded, seeing as he let himself be pulled on top of Val.
He moaned into his mouth, sucking any trace of artificial sweetener off and replacing it with his own honey-sweet saliva. Fingers ran through his sugary fluff and Vox pulled back like he disapproved of the tangles.
"You're all sticky."
If Val's eyes were open he would've rolled them, "I wonder why."
Without another word, Vox licked a long stripe up through the stickiness. It might not have been the most effective cleaning method, but it worked well enough for him to be satisfied and kiss him properly.
It was a shame he could tell Val was still half-asleep, because the next small moan went straight to his dick.
But Pride Month was a busy time for them both, and neither of them could afford to be tired. So he pulled away and lay next to him, even when he could hear the little squeak of annoyance Val gave.
"Voxxie.." He wasn't a fan of Vox zipping out like that [my favorite line in the show mentioned]
"I know, but even you have to admit you're still half asleep."
"And?"
"And that means you're tired, babe. We need you at full strength tomorrow."
"Whatever." Val shifted slightly, feeling the Skittles all over the sheets. He brushed them towards Vox, who decided to accept it. It wasn't like he was unused to going to sleep sticky.
They lay there content and sweet. Even Val admitted to himself that he was pretty tired; at least it meant he could snuggle up close to Vox. And those goddamn Skittles.
"How much of these did you fucking spill?"
"A lot. Sorry about the mess."
"Well you're eating them out my ass tomorrow."
That was the last thing Val said before falling back to sleep. He didn't see Vox smile in approval. He didn't have to.
They both already knew he would.