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“Shut up and stick your tongue in my mouth,” Vox ordered, flinging himself onto the plush velvet of Valentino's couch at the tower. The TV demon had stomped into the room only a few seconds earlier, the sharp whine and crackle of electricity following him and his anger sparked from outlet to outlet, cameras whirling in protest as their processors were overloaded with electricity. His screen was glitching a little, waves of stray pixels at the edges of Vox's face. He was in a fucking mood, and Valentino felt his stomach clench in lazy arousal at the promise of a truly delightful fucking evening ahead. Heh. Or at least some truly delightful fucking.
“Oh, well, hello to you as well,” Valentino said, taking a long drag of his cigarette, cherry coloured smoke curling around the room in a fragrant mist. He was sitting in an armchair, red eyes half lidded. He'd had Angel Dust on a shoot last night until nearly 4am, and he was enjoying some downtime before he went to the set of “Step Uncle Gary does Orgy Bukkake, version 11”. He didn't have a meeting with Vox penciled in though, although he knew very well why Vox was here - it was the same reason he was always crawling to Val's door. Get the TV demon out of his head, by force, if necessary (and it was always necessary) - a service Val more than enjoyed providing.
Still, he deserved a bit of fun. “Did you come to talk about business? Numbers?” He asked, pretending to look surprised “Did I forget we have a quarterly report?”
“Are you deaf and fucking blind?” Vox snapped, rolling his eyes in annoyance. Val just laughed, and didn't reply verbally, instead gesturing to Kitty to bring Vox a drink. He was generally easier to tolerate when he was at least a little fucked up, especially when he was in a mood.
And he was always in a mood. The other demon had never fucking relaxed in his entire life, or at least what Val had seen of it. He was always buzzing, always scheming, his eyes scanning Pentagram city in an endless web of surveillance, looking for content, risks, threats to their empire.
“No, I had a fucking shitty day and want to get high and fuck,” Vox said testily as he snatched the glass on the tray from the robot, chugged it, and then glugged another measure of amber liquor into his glass. “Don't be so fucking difficult, Val,” Vox said, finishing that drink, too. Oh, Mr. Brand perfection was in a mood.
“Well, Amorcito, do you want me to have one of the robots get you some cocaine? Or perhaps Molly?” Valentino grinned, teeth sharp. He knew exactly what Vox wanted, the other demon wasn't at all subtle. A control freak to the end, Vox never could bring himself to express his desires. It had taken him nearly 30 years to start fucking men, and they were in actual fucking hell, famously the realm of anal.
“I'm not going to beg for it, you bastard,” Vox growled out. He would, though. Eventually and in his own way. Valentino had to be careful about how he approached it, Vox was a fucking prickly nightmare. He was so fucking hot to piss off though - Valentino didn't want him to give it up easily. And Vox didn't either. When they started this whole…thing, the push and pull (and violence) had been the draw. As they'd settled into their new reality as partners, and welcomed Velvette into the trio, it had mellowed into something more familiar.
No less violent though. They both sported enough cuts and bruises to attest to that fact.
Still, Val liked it that way. Vox was powerful, and gave as good as he got, even when he was bent over like a whore with a cock in him.
No, Vox was the furthest thing from a whore, which is why the fact that he was so amenable to bending over and taking it up the ass from Val (after being drugged, and shaken around a little bit) was something he treasured.
“But I like it when you beg, you know it gets me hard,” Val said, letting his words turn long and breathy, accent thick. Vox rolled his eyes “I'm not in the mood to beg. Ask for something else,” He demanded.
“Oh?” Valentino said, laughing softly “It's a negotiation? Fine, better make it worth my while, deal maker.”
It was a gamble, mostly because he had never turned down the chance to stick his dick in Vox, but he had a good feeling that Vox might be wound up enough to allow him some leeway.
“Fine, if fucking me in the ass isn't enough, what else do you want?” Vox finally hissed out, his anger flaring in a rush of static. Valentino just laughed, taking a drag of his smoke and exhaling a rush of cherry scented smoke, swirling lazily into imperfect hearts.
“I want to play with your insides again,” Valentino cooed.
"What? No!” Vox barked out, his voice taking on the static whine of a glitch.
Ah, surprised, disgusted, but also definitely horny about it. Valentino could tell, he had a real 12th sense about when Vox was horny. Something in the way the electricity in the air shifted.
“Yeah. You want me to spit in your mouth and fuck you until you can't even turn your screen on, and I want to touch all those fun little wires inside you that make you squeal so much. It's a win-win, Voxy,” Valentino drawled, trying not to grin too much. Vox put on a good show - he might bluster and be a little bitch, but eventually he would get on his back like a good boy, with a little of Val's saliva to ease the way.
To remind Vox what was at stake here, Val licked his lips slowly, letting a streak of red spit drip from the edge of his lip. Vox watched it with the hunger of an addict, cyan eyes tracking the drop. Val could practically see the data being crunched behind the digital eyes of the other Vee as he weighed the desire from Val's spit, with the recovery from having his wires fucked with.
“Oh, fine, fuck, but you have to be more careful this time, my hand was fucked for a week after you jizzed in my central nervous system, you fucking freak,” Vox conceded with a gust of static, the ding of a flurry of emails being sent (no doubt lining up his technicians for the morning to fix whatever damage Valentino was going to inflict) and the cameras in the room sparked slightly as they turned off recording. It was fine, Vox didn't know about his back up cameras. Or his backup, backup cameras. No way he wasn't getting all the fucking angles of this for his spank bank. And yeah, probably a little blackmail, too.
“Deal,” Valentino said before Vox got too caught up in thinking. He was always thinking - and it made him boring! That's why he needed Valentino to take care of him, get his dumb little brain to turn off for a while. As he spoke, a puff of red smoke wrapped around their hands to meet the jagged blue of Vox's electricity doing the same. The net of their agreement fell around them, laying the course for the night. Agreement made, Valentino grinned and stuck his tongue out, flickering the tip of it at Vox. “Now come and get your medicine, Papi,” he cooed out, patting his lap.
Vox didn't bother with any more token protests, beyond shame in the safety of their deal. He scrambled from the couch and approached the chair Valentino was sitting in. He thought for a moment about demanding he crawl, but Val knew without his special blend that Vox wasn't going to be fuckdumb enough for that. Maybe later.
Vox crawled into Val's lap, straddling his thighs and bent his body towards Valentino's. Val reached out an arm and wrapped it around Vox's back to stabilize him as he pulled him into a kiss, their mouth colliding with a slick noise, and a subsonic groan rang out from Vox. They kissed for a few seconds before Valentino did as he had promised, sticking his tongue half way down Vox's throat and then his proboscis a little further than that, letting his poison seep out into his digital mouth.
The effect was instant, Vox going almost comically limp in Val's lap, his screen shorting out and turning a glaring blue, and then white as Vox's system was overwhelmed. Valentino caught him, because he had extra hands (literally), and held him up as Vox swallowed around his proboscis, weak as a kitten while the venom took effect. It would only take a moment for him to regain his senses, although this time high as fuck and with a boner the size of Jacksonville. Still, Val had to admit he liked this part nearly as much as he did fucking the other demon stupid. He could kill Vox super fucking easily like this, so the fact he trusted Val to not rip his head off was a testament to the power of the Vee's trust in one another.
A few seconds later, Vox flickered back on properly, his eyes returning to the screen as he slowly pulled away from Val, although not nearly as far as he had been before.
“F-fuck,” Vox said, mouth wet with red saliva somehow turned to digital output. Who fucking knew how that mouth worked - all Valentino knew was that he could, and had, stuck his dick in it before. Val leaned in and kissed Vox properly then with tongue, only traces of his poison in his spit now, just enough to keep the high going, but not to increase it. Vox groaned into his mouth, growing less pliant by the minute. Valentino was tempted to give him another dose or two of his poison, really have some fun with him. He let his proboscis extend a bit to touch Vox's tongue, the promise of another dose clear, but didn't go any further. Only because the last time Val had done that, Vox hadn't spoken to him for a whole fucking month. Angel Dust had been out of commission for an entire week after Vox had finally let Val into his office again.
Kissing Vox was like licking a fucking battery, all shock and metal, and it got his dick way too fucking hard. Vox was awake properly again, although his pupils were blown open with the poison. Vox kissed back just as hard now, punishing with his touch. Val matched the intensity, digging his claws into Vox's shoulders, leaking smudges of glowing cyan blood to bubble lazily to the surface.
They had figured out that while Vox was totally immune to Valentino's smoke, or anything that could be cleaned by his fans or a system sweep. But Val's venom…well. Typically his venom was always diluted with his saliva, small doses meant to relax. It was more than enough to keep his bitches on the hook, whining and panting like, well, the whores they were.
But Vox needed the venom undiluted and directly absorbed by his body to feel the effects, hence the method of delivery.
Vox moaned into another kiss before he pulled back and glared at Val, moving back off where Val was just starting to get hard. He was way too pissy to be high enough to be any fun - Val should have given him another dose. But Vox was such a bitch about not getting hooked on Val’s shit, the cunt.
“Fuck, that's good shit,” Vox said “But don't think I didn't fucking notice you thinking about giving me an extra dose. Don't make me electrocute your ass, Val,” he finished, clacking his claws together in threat, the whine of electricity harsh in the air.
“Thinking isn't a crime, Papi,” Val said cheerfully “Now are you going to suck my dick like a nice slut, or do you need some more juice, greedy boy? Because you're too fucking prickly to be fun, and I was promised fun.”
Vox grumbled and fizzed with static in his annoyance, but eventually sat himself back properly into Val's lap and opened his mouth. Nice. Maybe he didn't realize Val had already given him his usual dose. Still, he was hardly going to check in and make sure Vox was only as high as he wanted and was managing his substance use in a healthy way. Val was committed to getting his dick in the other demon tonight - it didn't really matter how high Vox got, as long as he was high enough to deal with his usual sex and submission bullshitt.
It wasn't long before Val was deploying his proboscis again, slipping it down Vox's throat, letting his poison take the fight out of the other demon. He'd have to figure out how much more to give Vox in the future when they did this - it looked like despite best efforts he was getting a tolerance.
This time he'd dosed it correctly. Vox was practically steaming when they broke their kiss, and his cock was hard between them. Val could hear his fans kicking on, trying to vent the excess heat. “Ahh, fuck, that feels, haha, good. Fuck. That's the stuff.” Vox said, a slight slur in his voice. Val stroked his hands over his sides, pushing under his suit jacket until he encountered Vox's smooth skin, like synthetic skin but curiously warm. Hah. He was better than a Fizzi bot - maybe they should sell Voxbots for freaks to fuck.Trust us with your nut. Hah.
Lazily exploration of the other demon's body soon had Vox huffing out hot, metallic air and pushing his hips forward mindlessly towards Valentino.
“C'mon Val, we gonna fuck or what?” He asked, grinning with all his teeth, just a beat too slow. Vox was adorable, Valentino decided, with his still pretending he got to decide what happened to him tonight.
“Come on corazón,” Val said, pushing at Vox's shoulders in an attempt to push him off his lap “Come and get on your knees for me, that's good.” Vox blinked sluggishly, and didn't obey, because of fucking course he didn't. Valentino didn't mind though, he had no problem forcing Vox to be compliant.
“Amorcito, don't make me hurt you this early into the night,” Val said, warningly “Because I will, but you won't be happy.”
“Fuck you,” Vox said, shifting to his knees. His fans were still whirling at top speed, but there was a level of languidness to his movements, and his screen kept glitching out as Valentino's venom attacked his computer systems, overriding his existing programming.
Once Val had him on his knees, he got him out of his jacket and shirt, revealing his dark grey skin, his ribs lined with glowing blue vents that puffed out air to keep his CPU cool while the toxin worked through him.
“Now, let's get the rest of this off, hmm?” Valentino cooed gently. Vox shivered a little, but didn't move much, caught up in the venom. He was a little more spaced out than usual, but that wasn't a bad thing for what Val had planned.
Val moved forward a bit, hooking his fingers under the edge of Vox's TV. “Turn your head, Amor, let me see,” Valentino said, and Vox turned his head easily, obeying for once in his fucking life. The higher dose was fun, Valentino decided.
Vox turning had revealed a small divot below his…well Val supposed if Vox had a fucking head it would be his ear, but was really his secondary audio jack. The divot connected to a faint line, and Valentino followed it with his fingers until he found the almost imperceptible hinge.
Val tenderly levered off the small panel on Vox's neck as the other demon shivered, eyes reacting strangely to the exposure, swirling and flashing as Val's poison kept him relaxed. Val exposed the mess of wiring that served for Vox's nerves, wrapped in bundles and attached to living grey flesh with strips of soldered metal.
Val had asked if it hurt once, having his shit out like that, let alone having someone touch it, and Vox had said not exactly - it was more like being scrambled from the inside, like someone was playing you as a piano. Val had liked the sound of that, even though he wished it hurt, just a little. That was fine, the effect of the wires was enough reward, and he had enough ways to inflict pain on Vox.
It was maybe only a few weeks after that that Val had made his suggestion to use some of Vox's more unique physiological quirks for fucking.
Wires of the neck exposed, Val went on to find the small hidden latch that allowed him to open Vox like a book, gently splaying his molded plastic ribs open along his side. The vents along his ribs on that side stilled as they were exposed to the air. Valentino carefully set both of the panels on a tray the Fizzi bot still was holding, before he let himself have a good look at Vox, opened up like this. Somehow it was more obscene than the most cum stuffed, used pussy, or the tightest lips around a dick.
“Okay, baby?” Val asked, watching as Vox's eyes spun and swirled as he adjusted to the air in his circuit. He also took the opportunity to get his dick out, because he was going to need that. Vox shivered, and nodded “Y-yeaaahh” He said, slurring a little “Feels fucked up. S'good.” Vox's head was still turned to the side to show Valentino the inside of his neck. Like this Val could see sparks of blue electricity racing up and down his spinal wires, magic keeping technology molded to meat.
Val gently turned Vox's head the rest of the way to face him, revealing more of his insides with each movement. His spinal storage had a mass of wires, along with three ports, plugged with thicker cords. Audio, Visual, and Microphone, Valentino knew. Vox freaked out when Val unplugged any of them, so even though his partner was doped up half way to heaven, he decided to focus on the bundles of nerve wires, skinny and humming with heat.
Fuck, Vox was pretty.
And he was even prettier when he screamed, speakers crackling with audio distortion as Valentino buried his fingers into the mass of wires that threaded along Vox's neck, and used them to pull Vox's mouth onto his cock.
Val knew this body, and its limitations, intimately - so he knew Vox wasn't going to actually choke to death on his cock when he pushed his head down onto it. Still, he always made such bitch choking noises. Val didn't mind, especially when he was the one making him choke.
Vox thrashed in his grip, his glass tipped claws coming up and catching on the fabric of Val's chair, scrabbling for purchase, leaving smears of hot blood along Val's legs as his claws finally met flesh. Moaning, Valentino dug his fingers into the exposed wiring on Vox's neck again, his digital mouth hot and slick. His throat worked around his cock desperately as Vox tried to breathe around the intrusion. It was funny, because Vox didn't even need to breathe, he had vents for that shit. But the body wants to breathe, so he still choked when a dick was shoved in his throat.
Val was really fucking glad about that, because fucking Vox's throat was awesome, and it only felt better when he gagged around it.
Vox tried to pull back, but Valentino held onto him tightly, one hand wrapped in his wires, and another holding him by the edge of his screen. Vox twitched and shook, stimulation from his nerves being pulled mixed with the agony of his throat being forced to accommodate Valentino's cock. His electric claws sparked lazily, but he made no move to use them to free himself from Valentino.
On his screen, tears had welled up in Vox's eyes, streaks of cyan pixels working their way down his face. Val fucking loved breaking him like this, and they'd just gotten started. Vox was still struggling in his arms, although the struggles had grown weaker as he ran out of oxygen.
Valentino hooked one fingertip under Vox's screen, and said, gently “Use your vents to breathe, dummy,” before he fucked into Voxs throat again. How exactly Vox's body worked wasn't Valentino's problem. All he knew was that Vox had a mouth, and a throat that Val could fuck almost like a pussy because Vox wouldn't die without breathing.
Voxs throat was tight around his dick as Valentino fucked into it. Vox was breathing through his vents now, the whirr of them sounding a little strained. Fuck. Fuck. Val was so fucking close. He tangled his fingers into the wires of Vox's neck and used them to guide his head as Val fucked into his throat.
Vox warbled what was probably a protest around his cock, and Val shuddered at the feeling. Fuck. He slid his cock out just a bit, feeling Vox's throat pulse around him as the muscles of his fucking throat clenched around him in the sexiest rhythm.
Val found himself talking out loud as he fucked into Vox's throat. The silence was novel, because Vox never shut the fuck up, but Valentino found himself murmuring a stream of filth as he fucked into Vox's mouth.
“Ahh, wish I could keep you on your knees like this. Get you between my legs at meetings, just holding my cock with your throat,” Valentino panted as he pulled his cock partially out of Vox's throat, making him gag and fight the hands Val had been holding him with. Pussy. As if Val wasn't going to fuck this tight throat till he came, no matter what Vox decided he was into for the moment.
He thrust back in, his cock slipping in with much less resistance as it slid into Vox's throat. Vox was twitching and fighting his grip again, so Valentino just held him harder. It was still a play fight, weak little kitten struggles, but Vox had a nasty habit of deciding the best way out if a situation was through electricity, and Valentino wasn't interested in getting fried via his dick.
Vox was always fighting with himself, his desires. Even now, drugged to the gills and cock dumb, he was still trying to act like he had the upper hand, or really any control over the situation.
Val pushed his cock into Vox's throat again, enjoying the grunting and spasming muscles around it. Fuck, yeah, he was gonna nut.
“Maybe you were meant to be a whore, hmm? Why did they give you a throat like a pussy if not to fuck?” Val asked, dragging his cock almost all the way out of Vox's throat before pushing it back in, enjoying the fresh round of choking it inspired. Fuck, Vox might be a little bitch about the sex stuff he was into, but get enough venom in him and he was a great fuck toy.
Vox so clearly wanted to reply to Val probably lecture him on why his body was like that. Who cares, Val just liked it as is. He ground his cock even deeper into Vox's throat as he pushed his fingers into the panel on Vox's neck and rubbed two fingers along a tight bundle of wires he felt, before he hooked a finger under it and pulled.
Vox thrashed like he was getting electrocuted, but his throat clenched down around Val's cock so tightly that he was able to focus entirely on holding Vox still as he fucked into his throat as his orgasm slammed over him.
Valentino growled as he came, holding Vox's head steady as he forced him to swallow his come, holding the struggling demon still, mouth and throat tight around his cock. He had stopped pulling on the bundle of wires, but he still stroked his hand over his restlessly as Vox swallowed and swallowed around his cock, taking it like the good little perra he was.
He thrust into Vox's mouth again, once, twice, before he pulled his softening cock out, letting it drag over Vox's screen, a smear of spit and cum marring the smoothness of the glass.
Vox coughed and gagged as the cock left his throat and Val let him breathe again, ragged silence filling the room. The click of his fans turning back to cooling mode was loud as Vox began to use his mouth to breathe again.
“Fffuck, yÿÿou asshole," Vox said as Valentino gave him a moment to recover. His voice sounded hoarse, and was accompanied by the jarring noise of fractured audio. Val would be lying if he said hearing Vox wrecked from choking on his cock like that wasn't one of his favourite sounds. There was some stray sparking along the edge of Vox's neck, and Val saw with a twinge of arousal that he had severed a few of the thinner wires inside when he had pulled him forward to jizz down his throat. Hah. Hot.
“Yeah, I'll fuck your asshole, you slut,” Val drawled, grinning. His cock was already getting hard again - the benefit of being a walking aphrodisiac.
Vox didn't reply verbally, but his screen did stutter with a momentary glitch. Val could see how hard Vox's cock was, and he grinned as Vox unconsciously rocked his hips forward. He was still on the floor, sitting on his knees. Vox really was a good slut, once he got over his 1950s power trip bullshit and let Val dick him down properly.
Valentino knew that Vox was hard, and impatient as fuck about it. He absolutely intended to get his cock in him, but he liked to build up anticipation a bit, so he picked up a vape from the table and took a few hits, letting the drug wash over him. It was just meth, but it was nice to relax with.
“Val,” Vox said, sounding annoyed, his eyes tracking the vape “ArrrRRRReee weéę…are yóõòòu going t-t-toooo,” here, his audio buzzed again, cutting out a bit. Whoops. Val might have done a bit of damage to his throat. Oh well, Vox sounded sexy when he was a little fucky.
Taking another drag of his vape, Valentino blew a few hearts at the ceiling, before he stood from the chair and pulled Vox up from the floor as well, putting him on his feet. The other demon had cum on his screen. It looked damn good.
“Come on amorcito, let's get you to bed, hmm? I can see how hard you are. Don't you want me to make you feel good?” Valentino cooed, and Vox rolled his eyes, but nodded, opening his mouth to reply; a sharp whine of his speaker starting up.
“Why don't you save your voice for screaming my name, hmm?” Val said, wincing at the noise. Vox flipped him off, but the sharp noise cut off as the demon lapsed into obedient silence.
Grinning, he pushed Vox into one of the bedrooms, all of them designed for fucking. This one was red velvet, nice. Val had great taste.
Coming behind Vox, Val wrapped him again in two sets of arms, nuzzling down onto the other demon. Vox was trembling slightly, and his throat sounded rough even as he breathed. Mmm, fuck, that was hot.
“C'mon, mi vida, let's get these pants off, hmm,” Val cooed as he pulled Vox closer to his body, slipping a hand into his open slacks.
Val grazed his hand against Vox's hard cock, making the other demon move jerkily in his arms. With his speakers off, the silence was almost unnatural- Still it was kind of fun to be able to order Vox around without any fucking stupid push back.
So he would enjoy this. Plus Vox was still pretty fucked up on his toxin so he was pliant in a way that Valentino really fucking liked.
Pushing his pants down and freeing his cock, Val rewarded Vox for his good behavior by grabbing his cock and giving it a few strokes. Vox flailed for a moment, and flashed his screen with swirling images, as thrust his hips forward in a silent invitation. His cock was a little wet at the tip. Mmm, that was nice. Still, Val had no intention of getting Vox off before he fucked his ass; so better get a move on.
“Get on your back,” Val ordered, pushing Vox onto the bed, delighted when the other demon went without too much of a fuss. Valentino crawled up on the bed as well, Vox held steady between his legs and started to explore.
Valentino pet his hands over Vox's sides, playing with his weird ass nipples. They were like little touch screens, and they glowed a deeper blue so he rubbed them with his fingers until Vox was shivering and moaning, his speakers turned back on, but lower volume this time.
Hmm, Val hadn't told him he could have his voice back, but fuck it. It would only make the next part more fun. Moving away from Vox's nipples, Val rubbed a hand soothingly over the synthetic skin of Vox's hip before he flattened his hand and jammed it inside of the hole he had opened in his ribs earlier.
It was good that Vox had turned down his speakers, because the noise he made was fucking crazy. It was as though every instrument in the world tried to play at once, but through a broken ass speaker system.
This space inside of Vox was hot and dry, and he could feel hot air puffing against his fingers. He knew that Vox had biological parts, but he was all machine here - smooth plastic and hot wires, electricity humming. Fuck, Val wanted to get his dick in there again
He risked it, letting his hips roll forward, his cock dragging over the grey skin of Vox's body, leaving a smear of precome on him. He would be so good, make a space for himself inside Vox's body. Ughh, it would feel so good.
“C'mon, let me, let me, let me,” Val chanted as he rocked his hips forward against Vox. Fuck, he wanted to stick his dick in those wires so bad again. It had been fucking crazy the last time Vox had let him, the dry heat of his processor core roasting Val as he had splattered those delicate insides with jizz.
“VVVVaaáálll” Vox said, his tone warning despite the position. Ugh, fine. Guess he was serious about the damage from last time. Pussy.
Valentino ignored him, and shoved two of his fingers into his mouth, the fizzing feeling of Vox's screen, combined with the hot wetness of his mouth was enough to get Val's cock throbbing again.
Vox sucked and swallowed around Val's fingers, more content now that Valentino was sticking to the terms of their deal. He would sulk about what Val did next later, he was sure, but it didn't stop the lust demon from slipping two additional fingers back into the hot, dry pocket of Vox's ribs to pull on some more wires and shit, making Vox whine and thrash.
Val tugged and pulled on two of the thinner purple wires, the adjustments leaving Vox shaking underneath him, his locked joints the only thing keeping him upright as sensation ran through him. Val didn't know if it was good, or bad, but he knew it made Vox crackle and shriek when he pulled on them.
Vox shuddered as Val touched him, so responsive, and eventually Val decided he couldn't wait any more to fuck him. “Hands and knees,” he ordered, and Vox complied slowly, his legs shaking as he rolled himself over into a sloppy kneeling position.
“Tsk, tsk, come on now, you can do better than that,” Val scolded, and pushed Vox down by the shoulders, his fingers no doubt leaving bruises as he forced Vox to collapse forward; ass up and TV tilted down. Vision obscured by his posture, Val knew Vox hated being displayed like this. Hated the lack of control despite his desire to be forced to submit.
That's probably why Val liked it so damn much.
Valentino slipped two fingers into Vox's ass at the same time he slipped his hand into the gap between his side, mashing his hand into a clump of wires. Vox yelled out a noise that was somewhere between pleasure and agony. His ass clenched down hard on Valentino's fingers, at the same time his torso tensed up so much it was as if his spine was trying to crawl out of his body.
“Whoops,” Val said, “Bad touch?” Without giving Vox a chance to reply, he pumped his fingers in and out of Vox's ass, getting him to hiss in pleasure. He moved the hand that was inside of Vox's torso up, and found another smooth stretch of wire, which he tugged lightly on.
Ah, that was the ticket, because Vox howled and was rigid and then limp, collapsing forward a bit more into the curve Valentino had forced his body into earlier. Yeah; he looked fucking good like like too. Dark skin splattered with blue blood, violet brushes rising on his skin. Val couldn't help himself, he tugged on the wire again, gently, and let himself bite Vox's skinny ass cheek, teeth puncturing flesh. Cyan blood spilled out, glowing faintly against the grey of Vox's skin.
Val needed to get his cock in him, like, yesterday. Pausing to slick his cock up with his red tinted saliva (Val wondered abruptly if Vox would be more sensitive to his toxin if Val shoved his tongue up his ass instead of his mouth to dose him, and made a note to raise it with the other demon next time) Val lined himself up with Vox's hole, and pushed inside, the familiar tight hot wet of him engulfing Val's cock immediately. Fuck, Vox's ass might have been skinny, but it was still a good fuck.
Val pushed his hips forward, the rest of his cock swallowed by Vox's hole as Val bottomed out. Vox was panting and groaning, crackling speakers noises obscuring the occasional whimper and goosebumps of Val's name.
“Fuuuck, I don't know if it like fucking your throat or your ass more, Amor” Valentino panted, grinding his cock into the tight clutch of Vox's body. Vox made a high whining noise from beneath him, his body constantly oscillating between rigid and collapsed as Val manipulated the core of him.
Valentino stroked Vox's cock as he fucked him, enjoying the feeling of Vox clenching and and twitching around him. Valentino thought briefly about breaking their deal and getting his dick in his wires after all.
Val wrapped a hand around Vox's cock, pumping it roughly as he ground his cock deeper into his body. Val hooked two fingers deeper into the clump of wires he was holding, and gave them a hard tug at the same time as he shoved his cock into Vox again.
The pace was punishing, his thrusts deep and harsh. Vox was crackling and moaning as Val fucked into him, one hand still fucking around with the wires inside his ribs, looking for the right reaction.
“Oh, this one, Papi?” Val purred, his voice low and tense as he manipulated the edge of the wires with his fingertips, feeling Vox clench down on his dick with each movement of his hand. Fuck yeah, it was like a sexy piano. Vox's speakers were spluttering now, and a low buzz had begun to pulse through them both as Vox's fans desperately tried to vent his excess heat. All the while Val tugged and rubbed and manipulated the wires inside the other demon.
He was so fucking close, and playing Vox inside like his had his head spinning with lust. Fuck, something about the fact that he could do so much damage to Vox with just his bare hands…it made his cock throb. His balls were drawn up tight, and he wanted to fill up the tight hole in front of him so badly. Val decided to move things along, and he reached down a hand to stabilize himself before Valentino pulled Vox backwards onto his cock at the same time he gave a hard rake of his nails to the mass of wires inside of the other overlord.
Vox screamed, the sound of electricity crunching and sparking as he came, electricity shooting through him with a whining buzz as the lights in the tower dimmed and sparked. The shock slammed through Valentino as well, and it was not unlike the time he'd been ass fucked by an electric cattle prod, because he came so hard he he might have died again if they weren't already in hell. As it was, Val's heart stuttered painfully as it pulsed extra hard for a few seconds.
The lights came back on, leaving both demons panting in the dim light. Both Vox and Valentino panted, static fizzing from Vox as his TV buffered before his face flickered back, eyes half closed and looking absolutely fucked out. Val smirked, and grabbed his dick, pulling it out of Vox's ass gently enough to make sure neither of them got too pissed off.
Vox flopped on his side and laid still, his fans whirring hard. Val's cum leaked out of him, shockingly white against the grey of his skin. Later on Val would have to help him close his ribs and neck back up, but for now he let himself admire his work; the cyan blood splashed along Vox's chest from his teeth, broken wires hanging from along his throat. His screen was flickering still, the temporary shutdown having fried a couple of wires, based on the faint scent of melted plastic. He looked good.
Val would have taken a photo if Vox wouldn't have killed him. He was so touchy about their image.
Sighing contentedly, Val leant over and grabbed a cigarette, leaning over and grabbing Vox's limp hand, holding it up and shaking it a little to indicate his desire.
“F-ffuck y-y-y-you” Vox managed to spit out after a few moments of this, his screen kicking into buffering and then waking back up properly. His voice was still gravely, but was also accompanied by an electric hiss and static, his speakers damaged. Well, he shouldn't have screamed so fucking much if he was going to be all pissy about it. He also looked fucking wrecked, digital drool and cum still splattering his face.
“Ah, Amorcito don't be so pissy,” Valentino drawled, stretching out a leg and using it to flip the blanket further onto their bodies. He wiggled the cigarette at Vox, who rolled his eyes, but allowed Valentino to cover him with the blanket.
“You f-f-fucked up my vvvvvvVVVOCAL prrrrròóôocessor with your COCK,” Vox snarled after a moment, his speakers hissing and whining.
“I did,” Valentino said peaceably. It hadn't been intentional, but he did think it was fucking hot. “But I didn't jizz in your slutty little wires, so you're welcome,” he finished, shooting Vox a shit eating grin.
Vox didn't have much of an answer to that, but he lit Val's smoke with a flick of blue electricity, the sizzle loud in the silence.
“Are you staying on this floor tonight?” Val asked, and Vox rolled his red eyes at him before replying, that slight glitching noise scraping across the room before he got out “M-m-my vvvVvoiiCEeee is ffffffffff-FUCKED. I doN'T WAnnnnnt, anyoNéêə to sééēe m-m-Mme”
“Sure, you don't need an excuse to cuddle, you know? You can stay the night whenever you want, querida,”
Vox rolled his eyes in disgust, before pulling Val into a sloppy kiss and setting down into the bed, pushing himself into repair mode, his screen dimming slightly. Finishing his cigarette, eventually Val allowed his eyes to close, the dim glow of Vox's sleeping (maybe?? Seriously, Val had no idea how Vox worked, like, biologically) face keeping him comfortable as he dozed towards sleep. Just before he closed his eyes, he grabbed Vox's limp hand and draped it over his own hip, snuggling into the other demon.
Vox couldn't say shit.
Haha.
Literally.