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The VeeIP stretch of beach felt less like a public place and more like a carefully staged indulgence.
Black sand absorbed the heat, glittering faintly beneath the infernal sun. Golden ropes marked the perimeter, guarded by demons who leaned lazily against posts, uninterested in anything that didn’t belong here. Beyond them, the ocean rolled in slow, glassy waves, reflecting the sky’s bruised pinks and violets. The air smelled faintly of salt, sugar, and sunscreen.
Velvette stood near the shoreline, weight settled confidently on one hip. Her black-and-pink bikini looked engineered rather than sewn — sharp lines, deliberate with contrast — and oversized sunglasses hid her eyes as she surveyed the beach with quiet satisfaction.
Her assistant, Melissa, hovered just behind her, hands clasped a little too tightly at her sides. The white, lacy one-piece Velvette had picked out hugged her softly, elegant and delicate, the fabric catching the light whenever she shifted. She was acutely aware of how exposed she felt — and even more aware of Velvette’s small glances at her, satisfied and appraising all at once.
Farther back, Vox lounged in one of the oversized chairs beneath partial shade. He wore swim trunks patterned with tiny cartoon sharks and a tropical shirt hanging open, the fabric fluttering lazily in the breeze. He looked relaxed. He told himself he was relaxed.
Then Valentino moved.
He crossed the sand with unhurried confidence, wearing the tiniest black bikini imaginable, cut high on his hips, paired with a sheer black scarf tied loosely around his waist. The fabric swayed with every step, translucent and teasing, tracing the slow, deliberate roll of his hips instead of hiding it.
Vox watched.
He told himself it was reflex — motion tracking, visual processing — but his gaze followed anyway, tracing the sway, the shift of fabric, the easy confidence in Valentino’s posture. Valentino didn’t look back. He didn’t need to.
“This place is cute,” Velvette said lightly. “But I’m fucking melting.”
She glanced over her shoulder at Valentino. “Val, babe — would you grab us something cold? Please?”
Valentino smiled instantly. “Anything for you, babydoll.”
He stretched as he turned away, all four arms lifting in a languid, showy arc before heading toward the private vendor stand. The scarf fluttered again.
Valentino knew he had eyes on him, and he knew exactly whose eyes they were.
Vox watched for as long as he could, before Valentino fully disappeared from view.
The absence felt noticeable.
Too noticeable.
Vox shifted in his chair, suddenly aware of how he was sitting, the way the open shirt clung awkwardly. He glanced in the direction of the vendor stand again, as if Valentino might already be walking back.
Get a grip
Still, he reached up and slid the tropical shirt off his shoulders, folding it loosely and setting it inside his beach bag. The sun warmed his plating immediately. He adjusted his position — leaning back, one arm draped casually, legs stretched just enough to look intentional. Then he repositioned himself again, legs crossed and hands gripping the arms of the chair. And then he repositioned himself yet again, growing insecure with each adjustment he made until he finally settled on how he was originally sitting.
Nonchalant…
Effortless…
Sure, Vox.
By the time Valentino returned, Vox had convinced himself he looked perfectly at ease.
“Delivery!” Valentino announced.
Two strawberry cornettos went to Velvette — one passed immediately into Melissa’s hands, Velvette’s fingers brushing hers deliberately, “Take it.” Velvette ordered. Melissa flushed, ducking her head and curling her hair back shyly.
Valentino turned to Vox next, offering him a cup with a perfect scoop of mint chocolate chip. Their fingers brushed. Static snapped softly.
Valentino's smile etched wider.
“And for me,” Val added, lifting his other hand.
A tall, glossy, multi-colored popsicle gleamed in the sun.
Velvette smirked. “Wow, Val, real subtle.”
Valentino giggled in response, “All 8 inches of subtle, baby.”
Velvette rolled her eyes in amusement before she hooked her arm through Melissa’s. “Come on. Let’s go for a swim.”
The word was warm with implication.
Vox scoffed and raised his eyebrow as he side eyed Valentino, who looked back with the same amused expression.
“Don't get too wet, mami!” Valentino poked.
Vox watched them go — Velvette leaning in close, murmuring something that made Melissa nod too fast — until they disappeared around the rocks.
The beach softened into quiet.
Valentino waltzed over to his plush, gold-patterned towel beside Vox’s chair, carefully positioned beneath a small umbrella. He lowered himself onto it on his stomach, scarf loosening around his hips, one leg rested over another just enough to shift his weight and accentuate his ass.
He rested his chin on his upper left hand and hummed — low, content, absentminded — the sound vibrating faintly through his chest, as he took his first lick of his ice cold popsicle.
Vox noticed every movement but was intent on making sure his gawking wasn't obvious.
“Ugh,” Valentino murmured. “I can feel the sun on my back.”
“You’re in the shade,” Vox said with a mouthful of ice cream, now fully turning his head to face Valentino, eyes immediately wandering down to the sheer scarf sitting nicely around his hips and ass.
“Mm,” Val replied, glancing back through his lashes. “Not enough. I'm gonna burn at this rate~~ Won't you cream me, Voxxy?”
Vox darted his eyes up to Valentino's, coughing as he choked on his ice cream.
“You have such a way with words.” Vox said sarcastically, forcing himself to try and forget how casually Valentino said that, “also… how the fuck are you wearing heels? We're on a beach.” Vox asked, sparking an exasperation from his boyfriend.
“Because it makes me look hot, papito… duh~” Valentino sang, kicking his feet up to his ass, catching Vox's attention once more, before grabbing the sunscreen bottle out of his beach bag and nudging it towards Vox.
Vox hesitated — then placed his cup of ice cream down on the arm of his chair and stood, sand shifting under his feet. He stepped closer and instinctively knelt to straddle just under Valentino’s hips, enough to reach comfortably.
Practical.
Necessary.
He told himself that repeatedly.
He was oh so far from having pure thoughts. The visual of Vox being positioned just below Valentino's ass suddenly sent flashes into his mind of the last time they'd been exactly like this 3 weeks ago— just with a few less clothes.
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“Ayyy, Voxxy~ Harder nnngh~”
-
Vox shook his head, trying to erase the flashback.
Calm down.
Calm. Down.
He squeezed sunscreen into his palm. The liquid cool and slick.
When his hands met Valentino’s back, Valentino let out a small but noticeable gasp. Vox froze — then forced himself to move.
He took his time. Slow, steady strokes across warm skin, starting from the shoulders then to his spine, fingers spreading pale trails that vanished beneath his touch. The position made him acutely aware of Valentino under him— the rise and fall of his breathing, the way his body relaxed into the towel just under him.
“Mmmmmmh ” Valentino hummed again, deeper this time.
Vox’s internal fans spiked.
“Ayy,” Valentino murmured lazily. “Papi… why so tense?”
Vox’s hands faltered. “I’m not.”
“Mm. Sure, babe.” Valentino chuckled softly, before turning his head in view of Vox’s gaze and wrapping his lips around the multicoloured popsicle.
Vox's thoughts flashed again, except Valentino's lips weren't wrapped around 8 inches of ice cream.
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“Mmmmf~! Hhhngff~!”
-
Focus.
Vox started to slide his hands lower, making sure to avoid Valentino's wings as he journeyed down his lean torso.
Valentino shifted himself just enough that Vox’s thumbs pressed instinctively into the tight lines of Valentino’s waist.
Valentino sighed.
“Mmmmhmmm,” he said. “Right there, Papito.”
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“Aanng~ Right there, Vox~! Don't stop—”
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Vox’s processors scrambled — heat warnings, sensory overload, systems misfiring all at once. He became acutely aware of everything: the press of Valentino’s ass beneath him, the scarf brushing his legs, the hum vibrating through Valentino’s chest.
Vox hurriedly spread the rest of the lotion where it was needed and wiped the excess off on his trunks.
“I’m— I'm done,” Vox said too fast.
He pulled his hands away and stood abruptly, turning to go sit back in his chair — and to calm down.
Valentino caught his wrist before Vox could escape.
Not rough. Just enough.
“Hey,” Val said gently, then patted the towel beside him. “Your turn.”
Vox paused.
“You’ll burn,” he added, smiling.
After a long beat, Vox took the seat Valentino had now emptied for him.
Vox sat stiffly, upright, and very tense.
Valentino placed the popsicle into Vox’s hand, fingers brushing his knuckles deliberately.
“Hold it for me?” Valentino asked cutely, Vox immediately complying even though Valentino had 4 arms and could clearly hold it himself.
Valentino then settled behind him, both legs shifting to one side as he squirted some lotion onto his many hands.
He spread it excruciatingly slowly across Vox’s back, Valentino’s hands unhurried now, thumbs pressing into his shoulders with practiced ease.
“See?” Valentino murmured, humming softly. “This is what I mean.”
“You’re wound tight, papi.”
Vox clenched his hands, breath hitching uselessly.
“Hush,” Val said gently. “I’ve got you.”
Valentino’s bottom hands started shifting around Vox’s waist and slowly etched themselves onto the waistband of his trunks.
Vox’s breath sharpened as he noticed the crawling hands getting a little too close to his dick.
Valentino leaned in closer to Vox's neck, resting his lips on it and humming before making his way up to the audio inputs on his boyfriend's screen.
“Cute sharks~” Valentino teased, a blush of light blue appearing behind Vox's eyes as his fans started kicking in again.
Vox was about to say something before he felt the hands Valentino had trapped him in be retreated.
Fuck, I thought he was—
He then stood and shifted around to Vox’s front, kneeling between his legs and resting on his heels. Lotion spread across his chest in slow, controlled arcs. Vox leaned back on one arm without realizing it, posture opening despite every warning alarm.
The popsicle tilted.
Melted sugar dripped onto Vox’s fingers.
“…It’s melting,” Vox said, helpless.
Valentino followed his gaze — then looked up.
“Oh.”
His fingers closed around Vox’s wrist, warm and steady, pulling it closer. Vox’s screen flickered as his systems tried — and failed — to stabilize.
“Mmmhaaa,” Valentino exhaled as he stuck his tongue out.
Vox watched, eyes widening as Valentino's tongue licked its way from Vox's fingers; he made sure to etch over every groove of his knuckles, excruciatingly slow, before finally reaching the base of the popsicle and tilting his head to wrap his lips around it best he could.
Whaaaat the—
Vox's fans went into overdrive as he felt his systems speed up in an attempt to calm himself down.
Valentino pulled away briefly.
“Hm,” Valentino murmured. “You feel that?”
shit
“Wha— huh?” Vox panicked, looking down to see if he had pitched a tent or something.
Vox was still in the clear for now, but whose gaze diverted to the moth in front of him again.
Valentino’s thumb pressed gently on Vox's pulse, where he vibrated the most.
“Oh, papi,” Val said softly. “You react to everything.”
He leaned closer — just enough for Vox to feel his heat, smell sugar and sunscreen and salt. His gaze stayed locked on Vox’s face, tracking every flicker, every glitch.
“Look at you,” Valentino murmured. “Trying so hard to be cool.”
His free hand brushed down Vox’s chest, slowly stroking each muscle with care.
Valentino reached down just before the waistband of Vox's trunks and paused.
“Still wound up so tight.”
Vox made a sound he didn’t approve of, balling the hand he was leaning on into the towel.
Val smiled wider.
“Cute~” he said quietly.
He shifted his weight forward just a fraction, presence undeniable.
The popsicle dripped again.
Valentino glanced at it, then back at Vox, amusement dark and knowing.
“You gonna do something about that,” he asked lightly, “or should I?”
Vox was irked by Valentino's teasing, realising that he was doing this all on purpose.
I can play this game too, bitch… Vox thought.
He tilted his head to the side coolly, a small smirk approaching on his face.
“Nah, it's your ice cream… So you clean it up,” Vox demanded, pushing Valentino downwards near his crotch so that he was positioned lower— Vox now being able to look down on him.
He then shoved the tip of the popsicle stick onto Valentino's lips.
Valentino smiled and instinctively parted his lips to let the popsicle inside, he took the red part of the rainbow coloured popsicle into his mouth, tongue visibly curling circles around it.
He then lowered his mouth further onto the popsicle, now covering the orange, and yellow parts.
“You can do better than that~” Vox teased, riling Valentino up.
He took this as a challenge.
Valentino looked up, coyly, into Vox’s eyes as he reached further down into the green, blue— and then paused just to come back up, and then returned downwards once more.
Any passers-by would've definitely not thought that Valentino was sucking on a popsicle stick, and the slurping sounds he made did not help.
Valentino looked sultrily into Vox's hard gaze and moaned into the popsicle.
“Mmmmm,” Valentino hummed before pulling off with a pop. He then leaned back up slowly on his knees, matching gazes with Vox as he wiped any excess popsicle juice on his mouth and licked off his now sticky fingers..
Vox clenched his jaw and swallowed hard at the sight of it.
“While I'm here, I guess I should get your legs too, huh papi?” Valentino asked, hand letting go of Vox’s wrist and reaching for the sunscreen bottle again.
Let’s see how far I can push you, papi, Valentino wondered.
Vox was still in a haze.
Valentino shifted closer, settling fully between Vox’s legs as he spread them a bit more. The sunscreen bottle rested loosely in one hand as his other hands came to Vox’s thighs again — this time with intent.
Valentino leaned closer to Vox's lips, enough to have him part them in excitement.
“Mmmmmm…” Valentino hummed, hands gripped firmly around Vox's thighs.
He started high.
Not too high. Just enough.
Valentino’s fingers fell under Vox’s trunks, pushing the fabric up a bit to show them both where exactly those hands were travelling.
His palms then slid slowly down the tops of Vox’s thighs, spreading the cool lotion in long, unhurried strokes. Valentino took his time with it, fingers dragging just enough to make Vox painfully aware of every inch of contact, his eyes scrolling down against Vox's body.
Vox exhaled, low and pleased.
“…You’re doing that on purpose, perv” he said.
Valentino smiled without looking up. “Doing what, papi?”
“That,” Vox replied, shifting just slightly so Valentino’s hands had more room to move. “Acting like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.”
Valentino laughed softly and squeezed — not hard, just enough to feel solid muscle beneath his palms, before looking up to meet Vox’s gaze innocently. “I don’t know what you’re on about~”
His thumbs traced slow arcs along the inner lines of Vox’s thighs now, never crossing a line — just hovering close enough to make the restraint obvious. Vox’s grip tightened on the towel, but his grin stayed lazy.
“You’re enjoying this,” Vox said.
“Mmm,” Valentino hummed. “I could say the same about you too, no?”
The red of the popsicle dripped again.
Vox noticed — a glossy ribbon sliding down toward his fingers — and chuckled. “Your ice cream’s losing the fight.”
Valentino glanced at it, then back up at Vox through his lashes. “Then help me.”
Vox lifted the popsicle without hesitation this time, angling it toward Valentino’s mouth. Valentino opened willingly, lips parting as he leaned forward just enough to accept it, tongue brushing the melting edge in a slow, deliberate lick.
Valentino made small slurping noises as he reached down to the orange of the popsicle.
Vox watched, unabashed.
“Careful,” Vox murmured. “You’re making a mess.”
As if on cue, a thick drop broke free — not onto Vox’s hand this time, but down the center of Valentino’s chest, sliding slowly over his perfect skin, and down to the underbust of his bikini.
Valentino stilled.
Then he smiled.
“Well,” he said lightly, glancing down as the sugary trail caught the light. “That won’t do.” He looked back up at Vox, eyes bright with challenge. “You gonna leave it there, papi?”
The lotion-slicked hands stayed on Vox’s thighs, warm and grounding, as Valentino tilted his chin up and pushed his chest out just slightly — an open invitation without a single word more.
The popsicle continued to melt.
And neither of them made any move to stop it.
Vox didn’t hesitate this time.
The popsicle stayed in his hand as his other moved to Valentino’s waist, fingers curling into the soft scarf and bare skin beneath. He tugged Valentino closer—slow, deliberate, unmistakably possessive.
Valentino laughed softly at the pull, breath hitching just a little as he let himself be drawn in. “Mmm,” he murmured. “Voxxy~ you dog.”
Vox’s gaze dropped to the thin, glossy trail sliding down the center of Valentino’s chest. His thumb brushed Valentino’s side as if testing how far he could go.
“You’re dripping,” Vox said quietly.
Valentino tilted his chin up, exposing more of his throat, chest still glistening. “Then do something about it, papi.”
That was all the invitation Vox needed.
He leaned in, unhurried, mouth close enough that Valentino could feel his breath before anything else. Vox took his time—too much time—dragging the moment out until Valentino shifted, impatient now, fingers tightening briefly on Vox’s thighs.
“Tease,” Valentino breathed.
Vox smiled against warm skin and finally followed the slow path of the melting sugar upwards from in between Valentino’s cute small tits; lingering just long enough to make Valentino shiver, dropping the bottle of lotion he'd been holding on onto the sand. Vox pulled back only slightly, then leaned in again, leaving a small hickey in a way that made Valentino hum in pain and pleasure.
Valentino tilted his head back slightly and fluttered his eyes closed as he arched into Vox’s mouth.
Vox planted another hickey, slightly higher now on Valentino’s collarbone— the tent he’d pitched now growing in size as he felt the trembles of his partner in his hands.
“Careful,” Valentino warned softly, eyes now half-lidded and peering down at Vox. “People might see us.”
Vox’s grip tightened at Valentino’s waist. “Let them.”
Valentino was taken aback by his statement, usually Vox was super careful in public, but today was different?
Ah, Valentino realized.
“So that’s why we’re so far from everyone else this time,” Valentino prodded, “and why you have guards on the lookout, hmmm?”
Vox raised an eyebrow.
“I think what you meant to say was,” Vox started, pushing the popsicle back into Valentino’s mouth to shut him up from his smug analysis, “thank you, Voxxy, for buying this part of the beach because you knew I’d do something like this again, especially after last time and how I tried sucking you off in the middle of an overpacked beach.”
Valentino narrowed his eyes behind his glasses and strengthened his grip on Vox’s thighs, but still with popsicle in mouth, now down to the yellow part of it.
“Mmmm MMM! Mmmm!” Valentino argued back in muffled hums, clearly annoyed by Vox’s response.
Vox only scoffed as he continued.
“I don’t care what you have to say, Val, you pulled that shit on me during peak beach season.” Vox scolded, “I had to do damage control for like a month after!”
Valentino’s now dry hand reached up to Vox’s wrist to pull the popsicle out of his mouth, licking his lips clean.
“Uhhhh yeah, but I know you liked it, you little pervert.” Valentino mocked, pushing Vox’s chest back so that he was forced to lean on the elbow of his free hand, supporting him now on the towel and an angled position.
Valentino trailed his way forward, one knee fitting itself between Vox’s thighs, just skimming the outside of his now fully erect dick.
“So you bought this whole area just for me?” Valentino asked, finger trailing down the chest he just pushed, “You’re obsessed with me~”
Vox blushed, eyes widening as he just processed the fact that he paid such a large sum just to satiate Valentino’s desire for public sex.
“I— It was an investment!” Vox argued, panicking from slight embarrassment.
“Uh huh, sure babe.” Valentino retorted, arms now settling themselves on Vox’s torso.
Vox finally laid back fully, the arm balancing him up now veering to the back of his head — relaxed.
“And I was right, wasn’t I—” Vox started, “You’re super horny, huh”
Valentino leaned up on his upper arms now, revealing the tent underneath, “And what do you call this—” Valentino teased as he brought his lower arm up and started circling the erection Vox had popped just below.
Vox moved his hips up slightly in reflex— letting out a small hitch of a breath before leaning upwards and settling on both elbows now.
“You gonna stretch this foreplay out any longer?” Vox pointed out.
Valentino only smirked before crawling closer to Vox, pulling him upwards as he straddled his crotch, “Oh I’m not the one who’s gonna be doing the stretching~”
Valentino cupped Vox’s erection now with his full palm, rubbing it softly before hooking his top arms around the TV head man’s neck.
“That job is for you to do, Papito,” Valentino teased, leaning close to Vox’s audio input receivers before whispering, “Stretch me out with your big cock, Vox…”
Valentino squeezed Vox’s bulge in excitement and watched as he unravelled into bliss.
“Lay your ass on this towel.” Vox demanded— “Now.”
Valentino complied, switching positions and now laying on his back, legs bent as his feet rested on the end of the towel. His knees leaned together, trying to hide his raging boner.
Vox got down on his knees and spread Valentino’s legs apart, hand immediately going to his thin little string he calls a bikini bottom.
“No use hiding now, you horny slut.” Vox teased.
“What are you gonna do to me, Papito?” Valentino asked sultrily.
Vox let out a small chuckle before fully removing Valentino’s bikini bottoms, balling them off slowly and shoving it in the pocket of his trunks.
He leaned forward, hand reaching to plant itself on the towel Valentino was laying on, so that he was now just above him, parallel to the hickey ridden chest he had marked just moments ago.
Vox looked up into Valentino's hungry red eyes, pulling the popsicle he had been holding in his other hand and guiding it towards Valentino's mouth.
Without a second thought, Valentino had already opened his mouth; excited for the popsicle to enter inside again for him to suck.
But Vox only let Valentino suck up to green before pulling it back out again.
Valentino whined in frustration.
“So selfish Val, don't you know sharing is caring?” Vox mocked, watching as Valentino's face grew in confusion. “I think something else wants a taste too..”
Valentino watched as Vox brought the popsicle away from his mouth, and down his chest.
Vox marvelled at the trail of sugary juices the popsicle had made from down the center of Valentino's chest to just above his aching dick.
Valentino braced for the cold but was met with nothing as Vox draped right above Valentino's erection, just enough to only feel the surrounding coldness of the popsicle.
“Seems we forgot to feed this mouth, Valentino…” Vox teased, popsicle now rimming Valentino's puckering hole, making him arch his back at the coldness.
“What are you—”
Before Valentino could finish, Vox had already pushed the popsicle inside, the only colours now showing being Indigo and Violet.
“Aannngh~!” Valentino yelped, “Fuck—Vox it's so c-cold.”
Vox's shit eating grin only grew as he felt Valentino's hand wrap tightly around the arm placed close to his face.
Valentino turned his head and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt more of the popsicle being pushed inside.
“That's it— Good boy, Val” Vox teased as he watched Valentino squirm underneath, the only visible colour of the popsicle now being the base of Violet.
“Ffffuck—hhhngh~!” Valentino gasped, “Mmmmmngh, I didn't know you were into this, papi~”
Vox remained silent as he pulled the popsicle out slightly, only to shove it back inside.
Valentino's head swung back in a mix of pain from the coldness and pleasure from the popsicle now hitting his prostate.
Vox then stilled the popsicle inside and let go of its stick, he lifted his sticky fingers up to his mouth before licking the half dried sugar stuck to them.
Valentino opened his eyes back up only to see a dark-eyed Vox peering back at him with sadistic intent, fingers now releasing from his mouth.
Vox placed his other hand on Valentino’s small waist, caging his shivering self in.
“Hhhhng-! Papito, you're such a perv… I didn't know you had this kinky shit in you… I'm impressed mmmmmhg~!” Valentino teased, moans scattered around his plea as he rolled his hips down, trying to get the popsicle to his good spot again.
“Seems like you've rubbed off on me.” Vox said slowly before releasing the hand from Valentino's side and pulling it down towards his lower stomach.
Vox pushed down slightly to add pressure against the popsicle inside, and watched as Valentino unravelled beneath him.
“Mmmm, yes!” Valentino gasped, fists balling into the towel as he felt a wave of pleasure wash over himself.
Vox knew exactly the type of shit Valentino was into, and while it took a while to get around to… Vox also started developing some new kinks because of it.
Valentino reached a lower hand down to his dick, attempting to gain some relief he'd been seeking from the past Satan knows how long.
Vox quickly took notice and used his hand to cuff Valentino's wrist down onto the towel.
“You think you can touch yourself without my permission, bitch?” Vox snarled, “You don't fucking move unless I tell you to.”
Valentino felt shivers go down his spine again, but this time it wasn't from the cold.
“Ayyy, papi,” Valentino whined, “don't leave me hanging and desperate like that,” He begged, wiggling his hips around, catching Vox's attention, “Just get inside me already, you know this cold little dildo you've stuck inside me isn't enough.”
Vox raised his eyebrow and paused momentarily, as if he were contemplating something.
Suddenly, Valentino started feeling a familiar warmness again. Vox had pulled out the now half melted popsicle and started licking it from the base, all the while staring deep into Valentino’s eyes; making sure he saw what was in front of him.
Valentino's hooded eyes now widened in shock as he watched Vox slide the popsicle that was just inside his ass all the way inside his mouth, licking it all over like it was the tastiest thing he ever had.
“Holy fuck, Voxxy.” Valentino gasped, “That's hot as fuck.”
Vox smirked with pride as he pulled the popsicle out of his mouth before biting the top red part off and tossing the rest aside onto the sand.
Vox held the bitten off popsicle between his teeth, hands now rubbing the inside of Valentino's thighs. He fondled them up and down slowly before reaching beyond them and settling both arms at Valentino's sides.
Vox leaned down to Valentino's stomach and dragged the melting popsicle that was in his mouth slowly downwards, making sure to take his time before reaching Valentino’s needy dick.
Vox retracted the ice into the side of his cheek, making room in the rest of his mouth to bend down and suck Valentino off.
Valentino could feel the cold ice swirling around in Vox’s mouth as he took Valentino down further and further.
The ice provided a feeling bouncing between the warmness of Vox's mouth and the coldness of the red bit of popsicle.
“Mmmmmngh~ What's gotten into you, Papito? I've never seen you act like this~ mmmmff~!” Valentino asked, hands moving down to Vox’s arms, stroking them softly with the tips of his fingers.
Vox pulled off Valentino’s dick, now focusing the ice around at the base of it and just above his balls.
“What, you don't like it?” Vox spoke, tongue still out trying to balance the red ice on Valentino’s trembling cock, a smirk growing ever so slightly as he watched Valentino squirm needily underneath.
“Oh, Voxxy, I love this side of you.” Valentino cooed, “you should bring this side out more, me likey.”
Vox retracted the ice back into his mouth once more before leaning upwards towards Valentino's face, diving down to his lips and passing the ice through a deep kiss.
He then parted with Valentino, a trail of spit momentarily connecting the two.
“Yeah? Well, you'll get your fill of my kinks soon.” Vox promised, coyly.
Valentino let the ice melt fully in his mouth and swallowed.
“Mmmm, yeah, take me Voxxy.” Valentino moaned, “Fill me up with your monster fucking dick papito, I want you to stir my insides and fuck me until I—”
“Get on your hands and knees.” Vox commanded, interrupting Valentino.
“Ayy so bossy today, I like it though~” Valentino teased as he leaned over, propping himself up so that he was now face down ass up, a position he knew Vox loved.
His sheer skirt lifted a little as Vox approached closer and closer.
Valentino swayed his hips, attempting to rile Vox up faster.
“Spread them for me, baby.” Vox asked softly, lowering his tone slightly.
His eyes grew dark and his lids sat themselves halfway as Valentino reached back with his lower arms and did as he was told.
Valentino's sheer skirt fell perfectly on his spread ass, hiding his leaking hole just behind the see-through drapery.
Then the melted juices flowed slowly out of his ass and dripped down his taint, pooling at Valentino’s balls and then following the length of his shaft down to his tip.
“You're putting on quite the show, you harlot.” Vox teased, reaching his hands up just over Valentino's as he leaned in close to his twitching hole.
“You gonna plug it up before it leaks on the towel or what?” Valentino asks, his tone shifting to a more needy one as he closes his legs and crosses them, accentuating the perfect curves of his ass.
There is a moment of silence that drags on a bit too long for a Valentino who can't see what's going on behind him.
“Papito, are you— Hhhhnghhh~!” Valentino tried but was furiously interrupted by a thick tongue entering behind him.
Vox reached deep inside Valentino's ass, tongue twirling in and out; he shut his eyes in pleasure as he sucked the sweet juices out of Valentino's tight hole.
Valentino balled his top hands by his head as his face fell deeper into the towel, eyes rolling back and tongue sticking out as he rocked his hips deeper onto Vox's TV face.
“Ohhhssshhhit—” Valentino moaned, drool escaping his lips as Vox circled his tongue around and around; exploring Valentino's hole as if it were a dessert— and with all the melted sugar coating the inside of it, he basically was.
Suddenly, Vox pulled his tongue out, still maintaining his firm grip on the hands Valentino used to spread his ass.
He moved downwards to Valentino’s taint and stuck his tongue out again, licking up all the dripped ice cream before pressing on it slightly, making Valentino jolt with satisfaction.
“Mmmhmmm— oh your tongue feels so good Voxxy~” Valentino complimented, trying to drive his hips to match Vox’s movements.
The praise made Vox's dick twitch—
He couldn't help it anymore, he was going to burst and needed some form of relief.
As Vox bent back up to Valentino's hole, he pulled a hand down towards his trunks and snuck it inside. He wrapped his fingers around the length of his dick, breath hitching as he felt the coldness of his fingers. Vox opened his mouth and stuck his tongue inside Valentino's pulsing hole once again, closing his eyes as he melted into the pleasure of eating his boyfriend out—
“Mmmmhhff” Vox moaned into Valentino's ass as he stroked himself under his trunks. The vibrations sparked shivers up Valentino's wings as he fluttered them in pleasure.
“Ahhh~ Fuck, Voxxy,” Valentino whimpered, hips jerking backwards to try and force Vox's tongue deeper.
Vox's moans increased in volume as he lathered his tongue all around Valentino's wet entrance, alerting him suddenly.
Valentino propped himself up on his forearms so that he could turn his head to see what Vox was moaning at.
Lo and behold… Valentino saw as Vox was now fully released from the cage that were his trunks and was jerking himself off while eating his pimp boyfriend out.
Cute, Valentino thought, a greedy smile growing on his face as he lit up with mischief.
Valentino turned his head back around and lifted his chest high enough so that he could peek at Vox jerking himself off from underneath. The upside-down view threw him off for a moment before he got his bearings.
Valentino lifted one of his crossed legs and pushed his leather heel onto Vox's balls. He felt the shakes of Vox jerking off suddenly still, before feeling pressure push back onto him— in a fit of pain and pleasure, Vox's eyes shot open as he pushed his hips onto Valentino's shoe.
“Ahhh Fuck, Val,” Vox moaned into Valentino's hole, a small grin showing as he enjoyed the new sensation on his balls.
His fingers then lifted away from his shaft and wrapped themselves around Valentino's dainty ankle, pulling in towards him in hopes for more pressure.
“You dirty boy, Voxxy~.” Valentino teased, pulling his ass forward and away from Vox's lips, earning a small whine from the TV man as he flipped himself around— now sitting, propped up on his upper arms as he pushed his heel down once again, watching Vox's chest heave up and down in thirst.
Vox’s grip on Valentino’s ankle tightened as the pressure shifted, a slow, deliberate grind that forced a choked gasp from his speakers. His head fell back, a shudder of overwhelming sensation coursing through him as Valentino adjusted his stance, creating a new, dizzying tension.
Valentino was riled by the ragged sound of Vox's panting, enjoying the sight of the egotistical CEO melt in the palm of his hand— or in this case the sole of his foot.
Vox’s grip faltered; his hips gave an involuntary, desperate jerk.
“V-Val— hhhnnngh~!” The shudder that wracked Vox’s frame was violent, his internal fans whirring frantically, attempting to cool himself down. He was close. And Valentino, of course, knew.
With a sudden, fluid motion, Valentino pulled his foot free, leaving it suspended, a taunting inch from where Vox needed it most. Vox’s hips strained upward in instinctual pursuit, only to be denied as the heel lifted higher, coming to rest with deliberate weight on Vox’s chest.
“Tsk tsk,” Valentino clicked, his head tilting as he waved a dismissive finger. “stay”
The command was absolute. Vox’s body obeyed instantly, hips sinking back down on the towel, but his gaze remained fiercely locked in the space between Valentino's now spread legs, captivated.
Valentino pressed the tip of his shoe beneath Vox’s screen, applying just enough pressure to tilt his face up. The compelled movement was a physical denial, forcibly redirecting Vox’s feverish attention from where it yearned to linger and into the cool, commanding glow of Valentino’s red eyes.
“You seemed to have gotten your pre-cum all over my expensive shoe, papito~” Valentino teased, heel now approaching Vox's mouth, “Clean it.” Valentino demanded sultrily.
Vox obediently parted his lips and stuck his tongue out, head in an overheating daze as he found himself relishing in the sexual tension wafting in the air.
He used his hands to support Valentino's leg as he started licking the top of the heel, tongue approaching the arch of Valentino's foot fairly quickly as he left blue trails in its wake.
Valentino enjoyed every second as he watched Vox longingly worship him. His second leg now came up and pushed itself against Vox's twitching length, making him jump slightly in surprise.
Vox moaned before continuing his licks and kisses up Valentino's ankle, nipping at the lilac skin and leaving pink marks behind.
Valentino did not move his heel anymore this time, leaving it in place now to draw out Vox's desire for release.
Vox's chest heaved as squeezed his eyes shut, keeping his tongue in good use, still.
He pulled up momentarily, needy gaze locking with Valentino's as his grip on the leg tightened.
“V-Val, I can't hold any longer—hhhng!” Vox tried, being immediately interrupted by Valentino’s shoe twisting on his length.
“Ayy, papito, you know that's not how you ask~.” Valentino teased, a small smirk showing on his face.
Vox had lost all sense of ego and was now completely overtaken by his lust for Valentino. He was so dazed and horny that he would do anything to cum.
The stillness that ensued made Valentino’s patience grow thin.
“Well?” Valentino beckoned, chin tilting upward in utter cockiness as he watched Vox slowly unravel.
Vox then pulled both of Valentino's legs apart and crawled his way between them, nestling himself in; their dicks now grazing past each other as Vox caged Valentino in and gazed up at him, his needy eyes surprising Valentino momentarily before completely falling apart.
“Please let me fuck you, Val— I'm so fucking horny and I want- I want to cum— I'll be good for you, I promise- please let me cum- please.”
Vox grinded down on Valentino’s dick, unable to contain his desire now. His eyes darted between Valentino's as he saw a satisfied smile growing on the taller man's face.
“What a good boy~” Valentino praised, Vox's dick twitching immediately in response, “you use your words so well, papito~”
Valentino then repositioned himself so that he was leaning on his lower hands instead of his upper ones, using that new freedom to hook his hands around Vox's neck— one hand pulling against his upper back and the other pulling against the back of his head.
He shifted their weight and leaned back, Vox leaning with him, catching himself on the towel as rested his forearms on the sides of Valentino’s head.
Vox's eyes bounced between Valentino's eyes and lips before he parted his own and leaned in, feeling a smile grow on Valentino’s face as they started making out.
They were now both fully laying on one another, Valentino’s lower hands now exploring Vox's torso, pulling him closer so they could grind their slick cocks on each other.
“Nnghhmf— Mmmm~!” Vox moaned into Valentino's mouth, hips grinding down onto his pierced dick. Vox's rhythm increased as his thrusts started buckling at the overwhelming feeling of being engulfed by Valentino completely.
Valentino was enjoying his needy boyfriend acting like the horny dog he was, sloppily exploring his mouth as he let out cute little whimpers with every thrust.
Valentino pulled Vox away momentarily and ate up the broken expression on his face; hooded eyes, tongue peeking out, chest heaving up and down while still maintaining the frotting.
It may have been the sun seeping through Vox's motherboard that had caused him to be so out of sorts, or a mix of pent-up frustration and sexual tension from the weeks they hadn't fucked… but Vox was feeling it at 200% today.
“Ayyy, te quiero Voxxy~” Valentino giggled, enjoying the view of an edge ridden Vox.
Suddenly, Vox's glazed eyes darkened— as if he had flipped a switch.
Without another second Vox had pulled away, grabbed his dick with one hand and stretched Valentino's ass open with the other. He pushed inside without warning and immediately fell back down into Valentino's embrace once more.
Vox had gone almost animalistic with his movements now. He bit down on Valentino’s chest while violently thrusting in and out of the man under him.
“V-Vox! Hold— On~!” Valentino tried slowing him down unsuccessfully, head leaning back in pleasure as he felt Vox hit his prostate over and over again, “Fuck, Vox~! D-Don't fucking stop! Hnnng~!”
Valentino wrapped his legs around Vox's waist, pulling them even closer now.
Vox's lips trailed lower before noticing that Valentino still had his bikini top on. Frustrated, Vox growled in a low tone before grabbing the bikini top with his sharp teeth and tore it off in one swift movement. The fabric hung out of his mouth as he continued to thrust, leaning up now so that he was resting on his fists.
Valentino murmured in excitement as he discarded the thought of Vox ruining his new bikini, completely overcome with anticipation— wondering what Vox would do next.
Vox leaned back onto his knees while thrusting, head falling back in pleasure as he balanced himself up with his hands gripping on Valentino's thighs.
The sloppy sounds of skin slapping engulfed their area of the beach, and with each passing second the two lovebirds felt a growing heat in the pit of their stomachs.
Valentino used his now free hands to caress his body, stroking his now exposed chest and grabbing them for a squeeze.
Vox's head leaned back down to watch Valentino, very intensely.
Valentino caught Vox's gaze stuck on the hands that were squeezing his tits, eyes hungry for a taste.
“Hhnnng~! Like what you see, Papi?” Valentino asked sultrily, fingers now tugging and the chain connecting his nipple piercings— back arching in pleasure.
Vox couldn't form coherent sentences and only responded by eagerly nodding.
Then, Valentino used his hands to squeeze his tits together, shimmying them so as to entice Vox.
Immediately, Vox spat away the bikini he had ripped off onto the sand and leaned down toward Valentino’s cleavage.
“Mmmm, Yes!” Valentino moaned, feeling that mix of pain and pleasure he loves from Vox biting down on the chain and pulling on it; Valentino’s hands now moving away from his chest and grasping at the towel beneath.
A smile bore on Vox's face as he watched Valentino unfurl below him. Vox loved inflicting pain on Valentino, and Valentino loved it too— maybe even more than Vox.
Vox had an idea.
Suddenly, Valentino felt the thrusts slow down just slightly. Vox's hands had made their way under Valentino's ass and lifted it up, now perfectly angled to hit his prostate with every thrust.
Vox's teeth had started pulling even harder, earning another back arching from Valentino— who was now overwhelmed by the sensations of immense pleasure from both sides.
“Ahhhhng~! Vox~! It's too much! I'm so close— hhhhnnng—” Valentino struggled, his lower hands reaching towards Vox's biceps, tightening around them as he began losing his mind.
Vox was equally close, overwhelmed by the sight of a crumbling Valentino, he felt so much power— and it really stroked his little ego seeing how much control he had over Valentino in this moment.
Vox groaned a deep growl as his pace quickened once more, becoming erratic in thrusts. His drool was pooling down his lips as he clutched the chain between his teeth even harder.
“Dame tu leche, papi— Ayy, dame fffuckk Ahhhhhnng~!” Valentino panted, fingers now clawing into Vox's back as he finally reached the edge, cumming all over him and Vox's chests.
Valentino rode the high of his orgasm while Vox kept pounding his ass, relentless thrusts drowning Valentino in an overwhelming sensation.
Valentino smiled greedily, tongue sticking out and drooling with his hot pink poison as he watched Vox fuck him like a dog.
“Mmmmmh—!” Vox growled, tasting the seeping metallicness of Valentino's gold chain. He looked up, smiling back at Valentino; the pit in his stomach finally reached its breaking point.
“Cum inside me, papito mmmngg~! Please! You feel so good aannnghh~!” Valentino begged, earning a guttural groan from Vox as he finally bucked his hips into Valentino.
Valentino felt Vox's cum spill out and fill his ass completely, a feeling he loves so much every time.
However, this time he felt some tingling along with the cum. His eyes widened as the tingles turned into more electrifying zaps.
“Mmmmmhggg-! Valentino—” Vox growled, teeth still clenched. His hips thrusted a few more times before hitting the final blow, releasing his seed all inside Valentino.
Suddenly, electricity ran down the chain Vox was biting down on— acting as a conductor.
“Vvvvvvvox— Ffffffffuck~!” Valentino shuddered, body shaking and trembling from the electricity that had engulfed his body completely.
The overstimulation had caused Valentino to cum again, something that almost never happens this quick— his hands flailed aimlessly against Vox's back, clawing blood out with how roughly he was scratching him.
Vox released the chain from his teeth as he looked down to watch Valentino’s semi squirt out something clearer than liquid, cockily scoffing at the now head empty moth below him.
Vox gently untangled Valentino’s arms from around his shoulders and torso, easing them down onto the towel as though Valentino might shatter if handled too roughly. He stayed there for a moment, watching Valentino’s chest rise and fall, breath still uneven as he drifted back toward the present from whatever warm haze Vox had left him in.
Valentino looked utterly undone—lashes fluttering, mouth parted in a lazy, blissed-out smile that didn’t quite seem tethered to reality yet.
Vox reached for the beach bag beside them and grabbed another towel, dampening it with some water before carefully cleaning Valentino up. He pulled out carefully, earning another moan from the bottom's lips; Vox’s movements were slow, methodical, almost reverent. Whatever intensity had come before was gone now, replaced with steady hands.
Vox pulled his trunks back up before crawling over to sit next to a dazed Valentino.
“Wow,” Valentino breathed, voice airy and delighted, “that was… amazing.”
Vox chuckled softly, fingers coiling a slow path through Valentino’s neck fluff, “You were barely conscious five minutes ago.”
“Still am,” Valentino replied cheerfully. He lifted a hand with great effort and patted Vox’s arm, as if confiding a great secret. “But—mmmm— I loved it, papi. You should electrocute me more often~” He laughed, the sound light and effervescent. “Felt so good. Like my brain just… jizzed.”
Vox shook his head, amused despite himself. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I know,” Valentino said proudly, then softened, his voice dipping into something quieter. “You’re really good at this, you know… Taking care of me and stuff.. like the perfect wife.”
Something warm settled in Vox’s chest at that. He adjusted himself again, thumb brushing gentle circles over Valentino’s knuckles when his fingers curled weakly around Vox's arm.
“Oh, I'm the wife?” Vox giggled, leaning down to press a light kiss to Valentino’s temple.
Valentino sighed, utterly content, a smile lingering even as his eyes drifted shut again. His breathing evened out, body relaxing fully against Vox, trust written plainly in every loose limb.
Vox stayed right where he was, counting breaths, hand never still— not minding the fact that he was now half laying off the towel and getting sand all over his back.
And for once, Valentino didn’t have anything else to say… Just a soft hum of satisfaction as he slept in the sun.
Vox waited for Valentino to fall asleep before getting up and pulling the bikini bottoms he had stored previously out.
He contemplated whether or not to put them back on Valentino before Velvette and Melissa came back.
He finally decided and balled the bikini bottoms up just to put them back in his pocket. He walked over to his beach bag and pulled out his unused shark themed towel and placed it on Valentino's almost exposed bottom half— the only thing still covering it being a cum rag of the sheer scarf that Valentino had previously wrapped around himself.
Vox got up and placed his hands on his hips, satisfied as if he had finished painting the fucking Mona Lisa or something, happy with how he had left Valentino— covered and looking cute with the shark themed towel.
When he turned back to sit back down in his beach chair and picked up his now soup of an ice cream, he heard a snicker coming from the moth.
“Saving that for later, papi?” Valentino teased, clearly referring to his now-missing panties tucked away in Vox’s pocket.
A faint blue bloom spread beneath Vox’s eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied too quickly, turning his head away and drinking his melted mint choco.
Valentino giggled, utterly delighted. He knew exactly what Vox was planning later.
“Uh-huh. Sure, babe,” Valentino said, sing-song. “But that means you owe me a whole new set. I’m literally leaving this beach with nothing but shoes on.” He propped himself up on his forearms, feigning a pout.
Vox, immediately, imagined it.
Hot.
“I’ll buy you twenty new sets, Val,” Vox said casually, lacing his fingers behind his screen head and settling back into the sun as if that thought hadn’t completely derailed him.
Movement at the edge of his vision caught his attention—two familiar figures cutting through the orange glow of the setting sun.
Vox placed his empty cup down on the ground before returning back to his relaxed position.
Velvette and Melissa had returned from their swim.
“The water was amazing,” Velvette announced, pointing at the two lounging demons. “Can’t believe you both stayed dry.”
“Oh no, babydoll,” Valentino shot back brightly, giggling. “We definitely got wet.”
Vox’s head snapped toward him, brows furrowing as he desperately tried to communicate shut up through sheer willpower alone. The blue flush returned in full force.
“TMI, Val,” Velvette laughed. “I do not need the details of your sandy escapades—but that does explain why you’re missing half your outfit.” She gestured toward Valentino’s bare chest.
“That’s rich coming from someone who's also missing her outfit,” Vox said, recovering just enough to gesture at Velvette’s sudden swap from her previously worn black-and-pink bikini to Melissa’s white one-piece.
Velvette turned her attention fully on him now, a wicked grin spreading. “Uh-huh. So tell me—are those Valentino’s bikini bottoms in your pocket, or are you just excited to see me?”
Vox glanced down.
The unmistakable string of Valentino’s bikini was peeking out of his pocket.
He yelped internally and shoved it back inside far too fast, pretending nothing had happened.
Valentino laughed softly, thoroughly enjoying the show.
“Whatever,” Vox muttered. “Shall we go?” He stood, grabbing their bags in a clear attempt to regain control of the situation.
“We’ll meet you in the limo,” Velvette said breezily, already pulling Melissa along. “Give you some time to… you know.”
Vox walked back to Valentino and offered his hand to help him up. Valentino accepted—and the shark-themed towel slipped immediately, revealing just enough to make Vox freeze.
“W–what—how are you still—” Vox sputtered, completely undone by Valentino’s relentless libido.
Valentino only smiled as Vox bent down, snatched the towel, and wrapped it securely around his hips before turning sharply toward the limo.
Vox must've been so flustered that he forgot Valentino could just use his wings to cover up.
Before Vox could take another step, Valentino leaned forward, hands resting on Vox’s shoulders. He brought his mouth close to Vox’s audio receivers and blew a soft breath, sending a shiver straight down Vox’s spine.
“I was just thinking about all the nasty things you’re gonna do with this little thing in your pocket, baby~” Valentino murmured, plucking the bikini bottoms free and dangling them in front of Vox’s face.
Vox’s eyes widened.
“I mean,” Valentino continued sweetly, utterly unrepentant, “can you really blame me for getting excited?”
Vox snatched the bikini from his hand and shoved it back into his pocket. “Sh–shut up,” he muttered, grabbing Valentino’s hand and practically dragging him toward the limo. “Let’s go.”
Valentino just laughed, utterly victorious.