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“What the hell is that? Smells like ass.”
Val let the buzz fill his brain, then made his way over to the bed, holding out the pot for Vox to take. “Try it.”
Vox stared at it. He’d smoked cigarettes a couple times, he actually enjoyed them from time to time, but this had to be different. As he carefully took hold of the joint, he asked, “What will it do?”
“Quiets your mind. Brings you into the moment.” It was a simple explanation, and it sounded similarly enough to cigars. Val’s smirk grew when Vox wrapped his lips around the joint, breathing in, but it didn't last long before he was coughing hysterically, holding the “cigarette” far away to hack out the smoke in his lungs.
“Mm, and I thought you’d smoked before~” Val teased, hoping it would spark some rebellion in his partner.
And he was right. Vox glared as his hacks died down, immediately going to take another drag, but his eyes blew wide and he coughed again, much more violently. Val rolled his eyes, taking the joint back into his grasp.
“So dramatic, amoricito. I’ll get you some water.”
Vox barely heard him through his own noises, choking up his lungs and feeling a strange buzz tumbling through his veins. He finally calmed down, sitting upright and watching Val return to his side with a full glass. He went to grab it, but his hand was shaking. That wasn’t normal. In fact, he felt anything but normal. His head had begun pounding, and he felt overheated. His eyes widened, locking onto Val’s. “What did you do to me?”
Val laughed. “I’m hurt! I didn’t do a thing, Voxxy. I offered, and you accepted.”
Vox went to growl, but he whined instead, suddenly hyperaware of the noise he just made and covering his mouth. He wanted to be mad at Val, but he suddenly couldn’t remember why. Hell, he could hardly remember how he’d ended up on his bed when he’d spent the whole day in his office. A high pitched tone softly sounded in his audio processor, and he panicked, shoving the bowl of candy onto the floor, standing upright and grasping his screen in his hands. He closed his eyes, hearing the jumbled words from his television, the bubbling air in his shark tank, and shuffling next to him.
A pair of arms slid around him, and he jumped, being forced to lean back into the taller’s hold. He legs felt numb, so he was grateful for any support, but he knew the owner of the arms wasn’t telling him something.
“W-What’s happening…”
“You’re so very boring, Vox. It’s weed. You’re high.” Val held him close, trying to ease the shivering. “Embrace it, dear.”
“V-Valen-tino,” he was gasping for air, the ringing in his ears growing stronger.
“Shh, just feel. And listen to me.”
Feel. He could do that. The floor felt like putty beneath his shoes, his system was burning, hands were playing with the bottom of his sweater. He made another noise, lifting his own hand to sit on top of the other, as if trying to pull it away.
“No, no. I told you to feel. You can do that for me, can’t you Voxxy?”
A whine. A nod. A release of the invading hands. Valentino smiled, finally pulling up the oversized fabric and reaching down to grab at the love handles that had developed over the past months. His claws traced each curve of his belly, kneading at the soft flesh with purpose. Groans sounded through sharp blue teeth, and Vox laid his head back on Val’s chest.
The TV demon was out of it. His eyes were unfocused. His mouth was slowly hanging open. Val found it delicious.
“Such a noisy little music box you are,” Val murmured, watching his partner melt under his touch. “Just how I like ‘em.”
Vox’s mouth was open now, noises panting out of him without hesitation. He heard them, but he didn’t care. He was told to feel, and that’s what he was gonna do. Val’s hands pressed into his stomach, toying with him.
“I think I like you like this. Helpless. Needy. Like a whore.”
“Hngh.” Vox heard the word, wanted to retaliate, but his mind was buzzing so hard, all he could do was tilt his head up to look for Val. He heard a chuckle. Felt a hand on his neck, squeezing slightly.
“All for me, papi~ How generous. Let’s get more comfortable, hm?”
Val gently pulled the other backwards to settle back down on the comforter. Vox let Val spin him around, lying down on top of the moth demon, body feeling heavy. He closed his eyes, panting on Val’s chest. Everything felt like it was rocking, like an unfamiliar energy was surging through his veins that he just wanted out. He melted against the sharp body underneath him, but that resulted in a chiding from the other.
“Tsk tsk tsk. You’re not falling asleep on me, are you Voxxy?” Val’s voice was teasing. Vox didn’t like it. “Open your eyes, mi amor. Let me see you~”
Lifting his head took effort, neck craning up and finally opening his eyes, making sight with an amused Val.
“They’re so blue! Oh my, Voxxy. You might green out soon.” He had no idea what that meant. He just wanted…. He didn’t know what he wanted, but he sure wasn’t getting it. “You’re precious.”
Without any warning, Val leaned in to slip his tongue into Vox’s mouth, getting no response from the media demon as he prodded and kissed deeply. Vox felt it, but he frowned, wishing the buzzing would leave.
“Voxxy~” Val purred after pulling back, cupping the screen in his hand. “Do you not love me anymore?”
Vox tilted his head, dazed and confused. He hadn’t done anything. Why was he being asked questions?
“You’re not kissing me back, dear,” Val explained, reading his mushy thoughts. He kissed Vox again, slowly, assuredly, and Vox had to force himself to respond. He raised a shaky hand to cup Val’s cheek, hyperaware of the taste of the moth demon. Smoky, sweet, dripping with lust. Val seemed content with him and drove the kiss deeper, slipping his tongue down the back of Vox’s throat. He gagged, but Val pulled him closer, using his other hands to run along the soft sweater covering the body underneath. He palmed at Vox’s ass, drawing out a whimper that he felt on his tongue. He didn’t stop though, but rather kept pressing in and playing with the mounds of flesh under his hand.
Vox felt something sturdy poking into his belly. It was sharp, uncomfortable, and he reached under to move it aside. When he touched it, his partner made a growling sound that had him confused again. He pulled at it, eager to move it away, but it stuck firm in its place. Val slowly pulled his tongue out, peppering kisses on the screen.
“Something you want, Vox~?”
He wanted…. He wanted….
“I-I wanna go,” he managed, hating the sound of his voice on his tongue, how pitiful and forced it sounded. This wasn’t him. He hated this.
Val pouted. “Are you so sure? You seem a little… excited~” Val’s gaze dropped between them, and Vox followed, finding his hand still gripping the sharp object that had been piercing into his stomach, then going wide. He’d been trying to move Val’s cock. He looked back up, about to explain, but Val was back on his lips again, cutting off any jumbled words. The moth demon pressed hard at Vox’s ass, grinding up into his belly again, and Vox flushed. The ringing in his ear was deafening now, mixing in with Val’s panting, with the ruffling of fabric. It was so much. Too much.
But when he glanced down again, Val had pulled out his dick, taking Vox’s unsteady hand to wrap around it properly. He shook his head, watching his hand be manipulated around the throbbing organ, and Val chuckled again.
“No? After I’ve made you feel so good? Go on, honey. Make me feel good too~”
The only voice in his head was Val’s, telling him what to do. A small feeling told him he needed to leave, but he couldn’t even convince himself to stand up. He swallowed thickly, tongue far drier than it should've been, and squeezed the purple cock, bringing his fist up until he couldn’t see the tip, then pushing back down again. A heavy sigh above him told him he was doing good. He kept his hand moving, listening for sounds of disapproval before risking a glance up at his partner again.
Val was watching him, every movement, every thought. Hands still groped his ass, sending a bolt of nausea through his system, but it hardly mattered. He couldn’t leave.
He stared at Val, hand still pumping, eyes lidded as he remembered to keep his speed. The moth demon let his tongue hang out, bucking up against Vox’s belly occasionally and forcing him to find his rhythm again. This went on for longer than he expected, and Vox was about to say something, but Val spoke before he could.
“I think… you could make me feel even better.”
Vox paused, frowning, not understanding what Val meant while the hands on his ass squeezed hard again, making him wince.
“Do you want that, Voxxy? Do you want me to feel good too?” Val asked, humor in his voice again.
Vox thought. He’d been making him feel good. What more could he want? Hesitantly, he nodded, eager to give his wrist a break. Val smiled darkly.
With a fluid movement, Val snatched Vox’s shoulders, swapping places so that he sat on the TV’s lap now, watching the stained blue eyes refocus.
A voice hummed while fingers pulled at his pants, yanking them down to his ankles, and he shivered, staring up at Val all the while. When a hand pressed between his cheeks, though, he flinched, mumbling a “hey-” that hardly got out before a thick finger was breaching him.
“Hush, amoricito. Just let Daddy do the work~”
Vox winced, staring confusedly skyward as he was worked open for the first time. It hurt, but he gradually got used to the burn, until another finger joined in and he writhed, crying out. Val rolled his eyes and covered his mouth, returning to the prep while Vox gripped at his sheets, trying to pull himself upright. Trying to move away from the unwanted touch. But it was all he could feel. All he could think of. There was a familiar showtune playing on his television that was filling his ears, giving him something else to focus on, but he couldn’t unfeel the invading fingers.
Eventually, a third joined. Vox felt like he was being torn apart. He groaned into the gloved hand, chest heaving with each noise he struggled to get out. His vision grew blurry, Val’s face turning into a mess of purple and red that seemed to be smirking down at him. He jolted when he felt something tickle his face, but when he looked to see the hand responsible, there was none. He blinked, and it happened again, but this time, he recognized the feeling.
He was crying.
Crying? About what? Pain? Val knew what he was doing, and this was nothing compared to the things Vox had done to him. He tried to stop, but the more he thought about the unwanted tears escaping, the harder he started crying. He sobbed behind the gloved hand, breathing hard when the fingers withdrew themselves. Out of relief, he gasped, going to find Val’s eyes again, to show him that maybe they should stop.
But Val wasn’t watching him anymore. He was spitting onto his gloved hand, stroking his cock before guiding it towards Vox’s stretched hole.
Something clicked in Vox, his high mind suddenly putting the pieces together. He shouted against the hand forcefully pinning his head down, fumbling with the sheets and trying to pull away. He was hushed again by the other, finally bringing attention to the writhing figure.
“Voxxy, you promised to make me feel good. Now shut up and feel.”
A quick push in. A muffled scream. Too much. Too much was inside.
Val grunted, bottoming out quickly and pulling back out, giving no time to adjust. He grinned down at the sobbing demon, adoring the expression etched into the digital face. He found a rhythm, slow but rough, and he admired the bulge that was forcing its way through Vox’s pelvis.
“Mmm, so this is what you’ve been hiding from me? Such a yummy hole you have, Vox. So nice and tight~”
Vox screamed. His whole body was on fire. Each thrust had him rocking along with Val, finding moments of relief when he pulled out before being filled again, pressing into places that surely weren’t meant to be touched this way. He thought maybe his cries would bring sense to Val. To let him know that this can’t possibly be what he wanted.
He was wrong. It fueled him. Through blurred vision, Vox made out the hunger and pride in the pupiless red eyes above him. He shut his eyes, sick of seeing his partner’s enamored look, and tried to ground himself. All that he could find was laughing from the sitcom he’d put on earlier. He tried to hear what the joke was. He couldn’t.
“Fuuuuck, Voxxy~ You were programmed for this. Doesn’t it feel so good?”
No. No, this was horrible. He felt like his organs were being ripped apart. He hadn’t wanted this. He’d just wanted to spend time away from the office.
It went on for what felt like hours, pounded full, used and molded. And that laughter, it rang in his head. He cried, reasoning it only played for him. For what was happening. It /was/ laughable.
Finally, Val seated himself fully inside, letting out a moan and Vox felt each pulse of his cock as it emptied into him. He didn’t dare move. It couldn’t be over yet. Surely Val had something else in mind.
Valentino sighed, put himself away, and stood. He dug around his pocket for a fresh joint, lit it with his finger, and pulled in a long breath.
“Thank you, Voxxy. About time~”
He sauntered out, leaving the high, disheveled demon shaking on his own bed.
Gently closing the door, Val made his way back to the kitchen, finding Velvette having already eaten, two plates beside her growing cold.
“All that time, and he still said no?” Vel asked angrily, shoving her chair back and snatching her empty plate to put in the sink. Val sat down to the table, digging into the cold meal.
He shrugged.
“Said he was busy.”
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Vox didn’t feel real. His mind was abuzz and his body was ablaze. His eyes grew crusty from the unwiped tears. He still felt overheated, like something was still in his veins that shouldn’t be there. He still didn’t move, lying flat on the mess of his bed that he’d been left in.
What if Val came back?
Another voice in his head spoke up this time, now that he was thinking clearer.
/Fuck Val. You’re not his whore./
Wasn’t he, though?
/Get up./