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Vox woke up to being fingered. It wasn’t the first time this had ever happened. He reached back and swatted Val’s hand away.
Except Val’s hand wasn’t there. Val wasn’t there. Vox blinked and sat up. He did not see Val anywhere, but he could still feel the incessant pressure against his rim. Moving his blankets aside gave him nothing. There was nothing else down there.
Which, in and of itself, was an answer. Grumbling, Vox got up, grabbed a robe, and quickly went to his penthouse office.
He doubled over on the way there as he felt something long and wet enter him. Without actually entering him? Yet his hole tried to clench around something and every sensor in his skin told him there was a tongue wriggling around in there. Fists clenching, Vox forced himself to stand straight again as he stormed into his office.
There was where he found Valentino: sitting in Vox’s chair and with his tongue stuffed into an object which should not have had any sensors on. Or should have been connecting to him right now.
“What.” Vox grabbed for it. “The.” He tried to pull it away from Val. “Fuck!”
Val might have retracted his tongue, but he stretched his hands and Vox’s fucking anal cavity out of reach.
“We’ve played with your dicks while they weren’t attached, but you never told me we could do the same the other way around!”
Vox flushed. There was a reason for that. Vox often had days where he couldn’t concentrate because Val could do whatever with his detachable dick until he had removed Val’s ability to activate any of them on his own without Vox’s say so. The fact he had found one of Vox’s extra parts and had managed to get it online and connected didn’t bode well for the rest of it.
“That’s… not something I want to do.”
“No?” Val slid a finger inside.
Gritting his teeth, Vox made another grab for it. He ended up in Val’s lap, but Val used his lower arms to pin Vox to his body.
“Val!”
“Come on, baby~”
Once again, Val’s tongue went in. Vox struggled, but Val was way too strong for a simple struggle. And with his crotch pressed against Val’s thigh with him needing some pressure there?
Fuck it all. Vox ended up panting as he humped Val’s leg. Val laughed as he shoved his tongue all the way inside.
“You’re… an asshole…” Vox dug his claws into Val’s shirt.
“Isn’t this about your asshole?” Val taunted with his ability to speak while half his tongue was still jammed in Vox’s extra parts.
Val would make him come like this. Vox couldn’t let that happen. With a final push, Vox pushed himself upright and finally took it away from Val’s mouth. The tongue slipped out, wriggling the entire way, and Vox could feel himself already beading precum.
“No.”
Val pouted. “You don’t want to have fun with me.”
“I don’t want you to have fun with me when I’m not ready for it,” Vox corrected. “And don’t you sulk. You know you’d do it all the time. Using this to wake me up is the least of the issues you’d cause me!”
With a huff, Val crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re no fun.”
If Val was going to be stuck on that, Vox wasn’t going to help him out. He was quite aware that he would have to fix his boner on his own. Still, he turned off the connection so he would stop feeling all that wetness inside of him and sighed in awkward relief.
“Since you are actually awake at this hour, I guess we could reschedule our team meeting to a time that’s more convenient to Velvette and me.”
Val narrowed his eyes.
Vox didn’t realize he had signed his death warrant.
A week later and he had forgotten all about it. His week was busy. Full. Too much to concentrate on that had nothing to do with a problem he was certain to have fixed. It didn’t occur to him at all that Val might have managed to find where he had stashed that particular device again until they were all in an Overlord meeting.
It was called by Carmilla (as they all were). He knew no one else was paying attention to what she was talking about. Not really. Velvette perhaps was, if just to pick the best times to interrupt her. Rosie was gossiping with Zeezi. Garson looked to be on his fifth scotch and Vox had to say he was a little envious of being that obvious.
Val had stopped leering at Carmilla’s daughters (good) and had long since said he was taking notes on his phone. Not that he appeared to be typing anything.
But Val had four hands and two of them were under the table. Vox didn’t think anything of it until he felt something warm and wet circle his asshole.
Or an asshole. He froze up and glanced to his left. Val was glancing at porn on his phone, but in the casual manner of someone who could have been looking at anything. Then every nerve in Vox’s body went on high alert as if something huge was actually pressing against him. No. No, Val was not actually going to fuck him during an Overlord meeting. He was just threatening him. That was it.
Val had given him hand jobs during meetings before. Blowjobs in Vee Tower conference rooms. Sure.
Never had he stuck one of those four dicks inside of him while people could see Vox’s face.
Val popped his tip inside. Vox gripped at the edges of his seat, nails digging into the chair, as he felt himself instinctively widen. No. No, no, no. It was Val’s largest cock. Val’s expression remained nonplussed.
Then he slammed himself all the way inside.
Vox swallowed back his moan, but some sound must have come out. Fortunately, the only one who seemed to notice was Velvette. She glanced at him, rolled her eyes, and went back to watching Carmilla while posting unflattering pictures of her.
Leaning forward against the table, Vox glared sideways at Val. Surely other people could hear that. The sound of Val pulling it off so that his head was the only part inside again before he slammed it all the way in again. Vox’s hips almost jumped in place.
Val only paused for a moment before moving the anal cavity (which had become a mere fleshlight) fast over his cock. He reclined in his chair, lazily, like a satisfied animal of which no one else understood the reason. Val had shifted to fast and shallow thrusts, which Vox could no longer hear, but perhaps he couldn’t hear it anymore because his heart was pounding in his head.
It went faster. Vox knew his eyes would have been bulging out of his skull if he had a skull or the ability for his eyes to bulge.
“Are you quite all right, Overlord Vox?” Carmilla asked, bored.
“Peachy,” Vox managed. “Please continue.”
Thankfully, she didn’t pause. He checked his phone, desperate for a real distraction, when the vibration of a text came in. He did not need a vibration too.
It was from Velvette.
r u 2 serious?
Like he had planned this. He glanced at her, but the expression she gave him didn’t really look like she knew what was happening. She probably thought Val was groping him under the table. Not what was actually happening.
He gave her a pleading look. Sure, he would owe Velvette a million things if she saved him from this, but better to owe Velvette something than to come undone in front of everyone present.
However, she didn’t seem to realize how dire his straits were. She went back to what she’d been doing. Vox shifted his leg so he could step on Val’s foot.
Val finally glanced at him. With a widening smirk, he then pressed himself all the way in and twisted.
Not something they did usually, considering. Vox gasped, then covered it with a small cough. His legs were shaking and there was no way he wasn’t staining his trousers with precum. One more thrust would do it. Vox would come and ruin everything.
Except Val didn’t move again. With metaphorical blood rushing through his metaphorical ears, Vox realized Val would leave him here on the edge. Like that was the entire plan.
Velvette raised her hand.
Carmilla’s eyes narrowed further. “…yes?”
“I’m getting some coffee so I can stay awake through this. Anyone else have an order?”
“This isn’t—”
“I don’t want coffee, but I could use a bite to eat,” said Zeezi. “What about you, Rose?”
“Some tea and a bite would be exquisite.” She flashed her sharp teeth.
Carmilla shut her eyes. “A twenty minute recess.”
Vox quickly sent Velvette a message, promising her so much as thanks, as he zapped out of the room. He had every intention of jumping Val when he left the room.
Except he never did. Vox waited a total of two minutes before he glanced back into the conference room. Val was talking to Carmilla now—with a lecherous grin on his lips—and no intention of leaving.
Swearing to himself, Vox rushed to the restroom. He would have to take care of it himself.
At the very least he didn’t have to walk. He didn’t know if he could do so without making other people think he had shit himself or something else extremely wrong. Not that he wanted to correct them that the huge thing in his ass was only the sensation of his partner’s cock. Vox slammed the stall door shut and pushed his pants down.
His entrance was still twitching around nothing. Vox massaged his balls, shutting his eyes as he tried to work himself over the edge.
It wasn’t enough. Even as he pumped himself to a release, it didn’t feel good. It felt awful. His cock softened and all Vox felt like was like he needed to come again. He dragged his phone out and dialled Val with every intention of… of…
“Hello~”
“Fuck you. Fuck you.” Not exactly how Vox had meant to start his tirade, but it was what came rushing out of his mouth.
Val started fucking it again. Vox groaned and nearly fell to the ground, but caught himself against the wall so he could sit down on the toilet. It wasn’t right. Val should have been right behind him. Vox didn’t think he liked it like this—even if Val had decided to do this while Vox wasn’t in a public place.
“Is there a problem, mi amor? I’m with a veeery important person right now.”
“Has it ever occurred to you,” Vox spat out, “that embarrassing me in front of the other Overlords makes all of us look weak? Even if you don’t care about your own image, Velvette will—”
If Val had been actually fucking him, he would have pressed all they way through into Vox’s intestines with that one. Vox choked, pressing his chest into his knees. He blinked the tears from his eyes and noticed the liquid dripping to the ground was not tears.
He was drooling.
“Fuck,” he whimpered.
Val chuckled. “Do you need me to say you can’t return? You’ll owe me.”
“I’m not asking you shit!” Vox dug his claws into his palm like the pain would help. But no. Val had him angry, which got him hornier. And now he was adding some pain to it, which also titillated him. His cock was throbbing.
Vox hung up on him. Hating the day with every fibre of his being, he called Velvette.
“I sure hope you and Val got it out of your system. You won’t even put me on camera?”
“It’s for your own good.” Vox leaned against the wall, refusing to stroke himself while he was talking to Velvette. No matter how Val was beating against his insides. “Make an excuse for why I can’t come back.”
“Bloody hell, Vox!”
“This isn’t my fault.”
“Then don’t let him fuck you!”
Vox hit his face against the wall. “I’m not!”
“Ew. Too much information.”
Vox didn’t know what she assumed with that. He didn’t want to know either. “He didn’t leave the conference room. He’s still in there with Carmine.”
“What?”
She almost sounded curious, but Vox wouldn’t elaborate further. “I don’t want to—”
Everything told him Val came inside of him. Oh, fuck. Val had come in one of his body parts, modded into a fleshlight, right in front of Carmilla. And she was probably none the wiser.
“Are you two doing some vibrator shite during a meeting?”
“Would be easier,” Vox gasped out. “If you want to know, I’ll fucking tell you. Later. But you’ll hate it.”
“I hate it now! Fine. I’ll cover for you. Again.”
“Owe you twice as much.” The sentence was punctuated by a whine, because Val had once again stopped pounding him. Just kept Vox full with the sensation of having all that cum inside him.
No way did it fit in that device. Val had to be leaking all over the floor. Vox tried not to think about it.
Velvette had hung up on him, but he supposed it didn’t matter. He sent for another car. That car would be for the other two, because no way would Velvette want to be in the same car he was about to take home.
He barely managed to make it inside unseen. The instant the limo began to move, Vox came all over the floor.
While Vox was home and gratefully out of any limelight, Val kept up his assault on a prostate that wasn’t even attached to the part of Vox he had. Vox would kill him. Or something. Vox knew he wouldn’t actually kill him (and violence against him just got Val hot), so he had to think of something else to get his revenge.
In the meantime, Vox suffered. He found a vibrator to shove up there so it wouldn’t matter what the fuck Val was doing. Vox could just up the pulses inside him when Val thought to stop and leave him on the edge.
This resulted in an almost nonstop molestation. Vox couldn’t figure out whether this was intentional or not. He couldn’t come fast enough after Val had stopped so that he could rest. And when he glanced to the cameras, Velvette came home after the meeting and Val… went… to…
A club.
Vox sobbed into his pillow. What was he doing? Vox needed to turn off the receptor. It was somewhere in his files. He just couldn’t concentrate long enough at any given moment to find which it was and remove Val’s access to him.
And what the fuck would Val do at the club? Be there with something as obvious as one of Vox’s parts on a cock? He must have hidden it under his wings before, but if he showed up as he usually did at a club, it would be obvious what he had on. And if he decided to let someone else use it? Vox would actually kill him. That one was less of an exaggeration.
He didn’t want to touch his cock anymore. Removing it was an option, but that also required touching it. A lot, considering how he had once lost his stupid cock in Valentino and had since made sure his connections there were firmer.
Vox was completely naked now. He didn’t remember when he’d removed his shirt, but after all the sweat sticking it uncomfortably to his frame, he knew he couldn’t take it anymore.
How often had he come just from the vibrator? His ass hurt. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It wasn’t satisfying. Was this all because Vox had refused to let him play with it in the first place? Maybe he should have given in back then. Established some rules. He should have known Val would figure something out to get his way when it came to sex.
In the end, he always did.
With less reluctance than he might later admit to, Vox grabbed his phone. Hands shaking, he called Val.
It was either a miracle or a torment that Val picked up.
“Voxy! How’s it going?”
He had meant to curse him out. Make demands. Something, anything like that. “Valentino, please.”
It wasn’t silent on Val’s end. He could hear the music blaring in the background. But Val’s voice eventually came through, loud and clear. “Oh~ Please, did you say?”
Vox squeezed his eyelids tight. “Yes.”
“Does that mean if I’m awake in the morning you won’t just assume that means I got to sleep that night?”
What? Where had that come from? “Yes. Yes, I won’t assume.”
A light laugh almost gave Vox hope. How could he be so naive? “I’ll be there soon, baby.”
Val hung up on him. Within a minute, Val was pounding him again. Vox’s shoulders shook as he realized he probably didn’t have anymore tears in him either.
He considered shutting himself down for a couple hours. It wasn’t like he was accomplishing anything anyway. It would save him from the sensation of soreness—half of which was real and the other half which would go away as soon as that external cavity was shut off. It wasn’t supposed to be a part that could be separate from a torso and working.
It made him realize there was a technician somewhere he had to kill. Val had seduced them with something and they had given Val his every desire. Well, they better had have appreciated whatever it was, because Vox would kill them permanently for this.
When an actual hand touched his ass, Vox almost jumped out of his skin. When the Hell had Val arrived?
He pushed himself up to glance back over his shoulder. Val didn’t look contrite or anything like that, but he didn’t look maliciously pleased. Small mercies.
Vox’s anus was dropped on the bed, finally removed from Val’s cock. It was a sentence Vox couldn’t believe he had to think. But it was turned off. Before he could sigh in relief, Val climbed on top of him and pushed his cock into Vox.
Alongside the vibrator. His face smashed back into the bed.
“Oh, you got yourself ready for me~”
“…you’re killing me.”
“They do call it the little death, sí?” Val buried his face into the back of Vox’s neck. He licked a stripe up to Vox’s head. Vox shivered, then moaned as Val placed a hand on his cock. “Sore, papi?”
“Kill me.”
“As you wish.”
Despite every atom in Vox’s body wanting to refuse another orgasm, he felt Val’s expert fingers work him up again as his soaking cock began to move. It was the weirdest feeling, with half the soreness gone, but his hole still twitching like it had been beaten for hours. Which it technically had.
“Maybe next time I won’t turn it on. But it’s not as fun when it’s not twitching and warm.” Val broke the skin with his teeth.
“I’m dying.”
“So melodramatic.” Val sighed, both for theatrics and from pleasure as he rolled himself into Vox. How Val could fuck so much in one day and not be tired or sore, Vox would never understand.
Then again, Vox had fucked Val for longer and not been sore like this. It was the distant nature of it. And his own hand. His hand wasn’t as good as Val’s. And there he was, massaging Vox like everything was fine, fucking into him as if Vox hadn’t already had enough, and Vox found himself somehow enjoying it again.
It was exhausting.
“You squeeze me so well.” Val giggled, running his hands over Vox’s vents. “And you’re so warm. You’ve been so warm all day. You have to know why I did it.”
Vox’s words came out like a garbled mess. “I’m dead.” But Val somehow found the pleasure and started yanking it out from Vox’s core. Between Val pressing so far into him, thrusting Vox’s cock into his own hand, and the open mouthed kisses slobbering over his neck and shoulders?
Relief rolled through him as he came again. Val hummed against his shoulder blades, thrusting away until he spilled between Vox’s cheeks.
Vox blinked. Val purred into his back, but it felt so far away. Almost everything did except for the warmth of Val’s body on top of him and the boneless feeling as if his entire chassis had melted.
Val’s words registered, but Vox still didn’t understand them. He didn’t understand them, but he knew he would follow them for the foreseeable future.
“No more meetings before nine AM.”