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Valentino sat in the dark kitchen quietly. His arms were wrapped around himself, his eyes on his phone in front of him. Still no new messages. How long hadn't it been since Vox slept a night at home?
He rubbed his eyes tiredly and took off his glasses, placing them in front of him on the table. The wood was eluminated by nothing more than one light hanging from the ceiling, lighting up Valentino's shaking hands.
What had it all been for, the whispers, the promises... for it to end like this?
Valentino kept staring at the scented candle in front of him. It had almost burned out. How long had he been waiting already?
An hour? Three?
What was he even waiting on? He'd forgotten long ago.
Valentino watched the candle die out with blurry eyes, just as the front door of the penthouse opened, and Vox stepped inside.
Valentino didn't even turn around, and kept his eyes starkly in front of him.
He could hear the heavy, slow footsteps approaching, hesitating in the doorway... and walking up right behind him. Two hands positioned themselves on his shoulder, and Valentino tensed up.
He didn't turn around. He kept staring in front of him, the heavy cologne smell that used to make him so happy now making him feel lightheaded.
The arms wrapped around Valentino loosely, kissing his shoulder softly.
Neither of them said a word as Vox reached around for the clip on Valentino's wings and undid it, letting them drop graciously at Valentino's side.
His fingers grazed Valentino's exposed skin, teasing at the fabric with his thumb softly. He slipped his fingers underneath it without a word, and gently ran his hands over Valentino's chest underneath his clothes.
Valentino didn't make a sound, didn't move as Vox walked around his chair and pulled Valentino out of it by his arm. He sat down in the chair himself and pulled Valentino onto his lap. He made sure Valentino didn't face him as he did so.
Vox reached down and unbuttoned his dressing pants. Valentino didn't struggle or make a peep as he understood what was next and hiked his own skirt further up his rear to give Vox better access.
The television demon had a calm and neutral expression as he gently nudged his weakly-erect cock inbetween Valentino's asscheeks, and pushed inside of him. Valentino shifted and began moving up and down on Vox, his hands positioned on Vox's thighs to steady himself.
Vox leaned back against the chair and spread his legs further underneath Valentino's weight, letting out a breathy sigh. He threaded his fingers through Valentino's antennas but didn't place another hand on him. His free hand was loosely dropped beside him, while Valentino wished it would be on him.
He leaned back against Vox's chest and rolled his hips back onto Vox with a soft, empty moan. Vox didn't even bother to wrap his arm around Valentino's torso. The friction of half-sweaty bodies on each other wouldn't be pleasurable anyway.
Valentino bit his lip as he continued to move up and down on Vox's girth. He grew slightly breathless, but Vox kept his expression unbothered and uncaring. Unamused. Dismissive.
How long this went on, Valentino had no idea. Maybe merely five minutes. Maybe twenty. But Valentino grew tired, and not even a whisper of an orgasm shot through his body.
Suddenly, Vox placed a hand on the small of Valentino's back, causing the moth to turn around.
Without warning, Vox slipped out underneath Valentino and hoisted his pants up. Valentino watched with a hurt expression, though he should've seen it coming. It was the first time they'd been intimate -
really
intimate - in days, weeks, even. Of course it would be doomed to fail.
Valentino stood there idly and wrapped his arms back around himself to sheild him from the cold of the penthouse, his eyes following Vox's fingers as they buttoned up his blouse.
Vox looked extremely calm. He didn't even meet Valentino's eyes.
Valentino wanted to scream.
Look at me. See me. Feel me and understand me. Give me what we both need.
But Vox just whistled a song to himself and walked straight by Valentino, heading for his room.
His room. Not the master bedroom he used to share with Valentino.
"Is that it, then?" Valentino suddenly said.
Vox stopped in his tracks, and turned around slowly, looking at Valentino quietly.
"Is this all we're going to have? Is it never going to be more again?" Tears were sprung in his eyes. "Did you grow bored of me? Did I do something wrong?"
Vox laughed heartily, the first sound Valentino heard from him this whole evening. "Flutterby, you
always
do something wrong."
The TV overlord stepped towards him with slow, deliberate steps. His shoes clicked loudly on the floor in the empty, cold penthouse.
He stopped in front of Valentino, his smirk still on his face. It broke Valentino how calm he seemed with it all.
"What did I do?" Valentino whispered.
Vox grinned, and pulled Valentino down to his level.
He kissed him on his lips, passionately. His arms snaked around Valentino's neck, his tongue pried open the moth's lips.
Valentino's eyes fluttered closed, and he kissed Vox back, falling deep into the kiss. He didn't want it to end. He clinged to Vox like it was the last time he'd ever touch him.
But Vox broke the kiss, wiping Valentino's saliva dripping down his chin unapologetically.
"You fell in love."
Vox released the crying Valentino and stepped back, straightening out his blouse.
He didn't even glance back as he left the room, leaving Valentino broken behind him.
Valentino's legs were shaking, he realized, and his knees buckled. He fell down, sobbing, crying uncontrollably. He curled up on the floor of the kitchen as Vox's footsteps faded away in the dark.
I did this. This was my fault.
And it won't get better.