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“Bukkake is on the decline this year,” Vox said, tapping a claw on a line item. “Should we cut it and make room for a higher-reward category?”
Valentino leaned his head on his hand and sighed.
“No, it’s a good comfort category to have around.”
“Fair enough. We can cut massage films, then–they’ve been ranking lower and lower with each quarterly report.” Vox leaned into Valentino as a big hand came up to rest on his hip. “Let’s prioritize bukkake after stepfamily, then.”
“Mm. Sounds good.” Another hand slid up between Vox’s shoulder blades and tugged on the back of his collar.
“Distracted, are we?” Vox murmured. The hand on his hip was starting to dip below the hem to graze his skin with sharp claws.
“C’mon, Vox, don’t you think we’ve earned a break?” Valentino purred.
“I suppose we have.” Vox leaned down to catch Valentino in a kiss. Val parted his lips and Vox licked at the sharp teeth waiting for him before sliding their tongues together in a languid swirl. Vox fisted his hand in the pimp’s soft ruff to pull him closer. Valentino caressed Vox’s chest and hips, roaming over the media demon’s narrow waist and broad shoulders and pulling eagerly at the stiff fabric of his suit. Lavender strands of spit hung between their panting mouths. Vox reached under Val’s shirt and groped at the pimp’s broad chest, tugging at the golden barbells and connecting chain until he heard Valentino let out a hungry hiss of pleasure. Valentino gripped Vox harder at each hard pull with mounting pressure until the pimp pulled his mouth away and hauled the smaller Overlord down into his lap.
Vox flushed being manhandled into straddling Val’s lap. Val usually let Vox lead, although the pimp certainly wasn’t shy about making his demands clear. Valentino leaned in until their faces brushed, a broad grin spread across his face and copious amounts of red drool seeping down his chin. Val’s hands gripped his wrists tight and pulled their hips close. A splinter of abashment ran up Vox’s spine as he felt Valentino’s hard cock press against his ass. Valentino chuckled at the flush spreading across Vox’s screen.
“Lemme break you in half,” Valentino purred as he ground up into Vox. His hands kept Vox’s arms pinned to his sides and the media demon squirmed in the tight grip, frowning.
“No,“ Vox said quickly. Valentino’s ruby eyes glittered with delight.
“C’mon, baby, I’m due for a turn on top. You’ll take it like a champ, I know you will.” Valentino’s low voice made Vox’s skin break out in goosebumps. Vox swallowed thickly, eyes darting away. He grunted when Valentino started to palm his cock through his pants. His mind was uncertain but his body was certainly having no trouble answering the call to attention. Valentino licked a long stripe along the bottom of Vox’s screen and Vox shivered.
“Fine,” he said huffily.
Valentino pressed their faces close for another sloppy kiss as his many hands got to work. The pimp lifted Vox to ruck his pants under his ass and greedily pawed at his exposed skin, digging his claws into the tender flesh as he sucked Vox’s tongue into his mouth. A warm finger pressed down over Vox’s entrance and the media demon tensed, breath catching in his throat. Valentino pulled their mouths apart and peppered wet kisses across the bottom of Vox’s screen and down his throat, gently rubbing his finger across Vox’s pucker.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Valentino said quietly. Vox grimaced as cold lube was smeared across his asshole. Valentino traced a claw around his rim and Vox sank his hands deep into the pimp’s ruff and tried to steady his nervous breathing. It felt so weird, so foreign, so completely nonerotic it was embarrassing, like watching a drunk girl try to striptease.
Vox shuddered as Valentino pressed a finger inside. He glanced at the door to make sure it was locked—and it was—because to have anyone come in and see him spread apart like a cheap hooker would ruin him. He groaned as Valentino’s long finger stroked over his prostate and buried his head in the pimp’s shoulder out of embarrassment at the pathetic sound. His hips rocked gently of their own accord as Val slowly pumped his finger in and out.
“See, babe? Isn’t that nice?” Valentino said sweetly. Vox could hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.
“Don’t patronize me,” he said into the soft fur.
Valentino chuckled and patted Vox on the ass affectionately. Vox swatted his shoulder at the condescending gesture.
“Don’t be so cranky. Here,” Valentino purred and crooked his finger and Vox arched his back and let out a small moan. “Better?”
“Fuck off,” Vox breathed, digging his claws deep into Valentino’s shoulders as his sweet spot was petted. Satan, that spot felt fucking good. He’d watched Valentino writhe underneath him for years and only now understood what exactly was so delicious about it.
The media demon rode Valentino’s finger devotedly for a moment, rolling his hips back to meet Val in shallow thrusts. His skin was covered in goosebumps, nerves electric with pleasure. He let out a choked sound as a second finger pressed in. The gentle stretch made his body hum with a strange sensation. He clenched down experimentally and let out a whine. Valentino chuckled and squeezed his ass playfully, moving his fingers faster and sucking a dark bruise onto Vox’s neck above his collar. Vox clung to the pimp like his life depended on it as Val opened him up, rocking down with relish onto the third finger when it was added.
“Bend over for me,” Valentino said, patting Vox’s ass affectionately and pulling his slick fingers out.
“That’s awfully degrading,” Vox said, lip curled with distaste. He was willing to do a lot for Valentino but that was a bridge too far. Valentino rolled his eyes.
“I don’t say a word when you wanna do your weird shit, and you can’t do this for me?” There was a tense, quiet moment as the two Overlords stared at each other.
“God, you’re such a diva,” Vox said, throwing up his hands exasperatedly. “Fine.”
He pushed off Valentino’s lap, clumsily turning to rest on the desk. Papers slid under his hands and he swept them to the floor before leaning down on his elbows. His stomach twisted as the reality of his position sank in–bent over a desk and spread open for the taking. It was pathetic. He could hear the clink of Valentino undoing his belt and dropped his head down to rest against the desk, sucking in a deep breath. His whole body jumped when the head of Valentino’s cock probed at his entrance.
“What’s the matter?” Valentino said, pausing. Vox looked at the ground, a flush spreading across his screen. A big, warm hand soothed up his hip encouragingly.
“I’m—I’m not a b—This doesn’t mean anything.” Vox fumbled over his words, unsure how to express his anxiety. Valentino’s eyes narrowed.
“Aw, it’s okay to be a bottom, Voxy,” Valentino cooed. Vox curled his lip in annoyance at the mocking tone. “You’re right, it doesn’t mean a thing. Perfectly normal to want a big fat cock inside you—“
“I’m not a bitch,” Vox snapped.
The pimp cocked his head.
“You think being on the bottom makes you a bitch?”
Vox didn’t reply, swallowing a lump in his throat as his mistake became painfully clear. He was doubly vulnerable, prone on the desk as he was and now clearly at physical risk having provoked Valentino.
He needed to learn when to hold his tongue.
“Do you think I’m a bitch, Vox?” There was a dangerous edge to the pimp’s voice. Vox still didn’t reply. Fuck. He’d really painted himself into a corner. Valentino curled his lip and shoved his fingers in as deep as they could go, making Vox arch his back painfully hard and let out an embarrassing squeak. Val leaned down until his breath puffed against Vox’s damp neck.
“Bottoming doesn’t make you a bitch, baby, but you’re gonna be mine.” He pulled his fingers out and raked his claws across Vox’s ass, drawing long bloody lines in the tender skin. Vox hissed and shifted uncomfortably. Valentino placed a hand on the back of the media demon’s neck and squeezed.
Vox’s breath caught in his throat as Valentino pushed in. God fucking damn it, he was fucking big, certainly bigger than the fingers he’d prepped Vox with.
“Val—it’s not gonna fucking fit—“ Vox wheezed, instinctively squeezing down.
“Don’t be such a pussy,” Valentino said, sounding annoyed. “If you relax, it’ll feel better.”
Vox ground his palms against his eyes and gritted his teeth as he tried to force his body to relax. Valentino had stopped pressing inside for the time being and Vox let out a long, shuddering breath while he mentally goaded his muscles into melting against the desk.
“There you go, darling,” Valentino cooed. Vox rolled his eyes and hissed, annoyed at the patronizing tone. Valentino continued to push in slowly.
Vox felt strange and full with a light burning sensation. It wasn’t like Valentino’s fingers at all. He could feel Val’s cock sliding against his prostate but not giving it the friction he wanted. Valentino’s lithe hips pressed against him at last and he peered over his shoulder, expression irritated.
“That’s it?”
“Just as impatient on the bottom as you are on the top, huh?” Valentino started slowly pulling out inch by inch. “I was gonna take it slow for you, but I can make ya scream if you’re so bored.”
The pimp grinned wickedly, red teeth shining with drool. He shoved roughly back in and Vox let out a ragged cry, claws scrabbling for purchase on the desk.
“There you go! Beautiful, babe,” Valentino crooned. “Give me another.”
Vox moaned as Valentino’s cock sawed against his prostate. His body trembled and sounds of pleasure tore from his throat. He couldn’t control himself. His whole body was boiling hot with desire and humiliation. It felt so fucking good but to be reduced to a moaning, drooling mess literally bending over and taking it made Vox’s head spin.
His body rocked back and forth with each hard thrust. How many others had Valentino taken this way, bent over his desk at his whim so he could have his way? The idea of being just another in a long line of easy sluts made Vox’s stomach clench with anxiety and arousal. He used what little leverage he had to fuck back onto Valentino, drool starting to leak from his panting mouth and tears forming in his eyes. He hated how much he loved it, how much he was enjoying being an unresisting, submissive little cockslut, the exact type of person he’d spent his life mocking and deriding.
“I knew you’d take it like a natural. Such a hungry slut, aren’t you?” Valentino purred. Vox’s face heated with shame and rage. He writhed under Valentino’s grip, teeth bared.
“Getting fucked by a man in heels, how embarrassing for you.” Valentino’s voice took on a cruel edge. “Because we all know the femme ones are the bitches, right, Vox? There’s always gotta be a woman, even when it’s between men.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Vox snarled. Val’s hands gripped him tighter, sinking sharp claws into his flesh and making the media Overlord hiss with pain. The pimp smacked Vox’s head and pinned it flat to the desk, pressing down and causing the casing to flex and groan under the weight.
“Tell me you like it. ”
Vox grunted wordlessly and gripped the edge of the desk so tightly his knuckles whitened. Obviously he liked it very much. Couldn’t Val just take the way he was gasping and moaning and thrusting back as an affirmation in itself? Did he have to make him say it?
A big hand wrapped around Vox’s neck, claws digging painfully into the skin. Vox hissed, hating the controlling way Valentino grabbed him but simultaneously delighting in the roughness. The shame he felt about his own pathetically whorish behavior made his face burn hotter.
“Use your words,” Valentino growled. Vox huffed.
“Yes!”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I like it, you fucking asshole,” Vox snarled, clenching down tightly. His skin was electric and heat was pooling in his core so quickly it made him tremble. He hated how smug Val was about it but yes, it felt so fucking good to have Valentino deep inside him, pounding his pleasure center and making him feel like a fire was burning him from inside out.
“Of course you do.”
Vox detested the way he panted and moaned and thrust back like some spineless, sleazy whore but fuck, he was so fucking close. The combination of the fullness, the assault on his prostate, the degrading position and the deep, hot shame was driving him to madness. He was disgusted with himself but couldn’t bear to stop. How disgraceful it would be for anyone to see him now, whining and drooling and snapping his hips like a bitch in heat. How scandalous to see Pride’s most powerful Overlord, Lucifer’s right-hand man, the creator of an empire like Hell had never seen—bent over and fucked like a toy.
“Should I cum inside you, Vox? Claim you as my tight little fuckhole?” Valentino said, voice ragged.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Vox snarled, twisting under Valentino’s grip on his arms.
“Fine.”
Vox gasped with surprise and irritation as Val swiftly pulled out and promptly came across Vox’s back, cum spraying across the fine fabric of his suit.
Vox shoved off the desk and turned to strike Valentino across the chest.
“You fuckhead! I don’t have a change of clothes!” He snapped, shoving off the soiled coat.
“Wouldn’t be the first time one of my bitches left with stains on their clothes.” Valentino’s voice was smug and mean. He flicked Vox between the eyes, hard, and Vox’s vision glitched for a moment. “Don’t be such a diva. Your shirt’s still clean–and you’ve never had a problem getting my clothes dirty.”
Valentino smiled cruelly and wrapped a hand around Vox’s erection and started to pump it slowly, moving closer until Vox was pinned back between Val and the edge of the desk.
“You liked it though, didn’t you?”
Vox stared defiantly up at Val, chest still heaving from desire and exertion and anger. He gritted his teeth, unable to think of a snappy retort as the pimp stroked him. Valentino’s hands were big and warm and squeezing just tight enough, moving just quickly enough that it made Vox’s breathing go erratic. Little whines worked their way up his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut. He dug his claws into the desk, digging deep gouges in the wood and shuddered as he came into Valentino’s fist, clenching down around nothing and jerking his hips upward with a breathy grunt.
“I knew you would, you nasty little whore,” Valentino crowed, lapping salty cum off his palm as Vox went to re-dress.
“I can’t fucking stand you,” Vox barked. He hurled his sticky coat across the room with a frustrated sigh.
“You don’t have to stand. You can get on your knees, if you like.” Valentino sat back in his chair, looking smug. He teased his still-hard cock with a delicate claw. Vox looked away, face heating as a dull, hot ache began to burn in his loins once more.
Fuck.