Patreon Compilation – Fic#287 – Vox/Valentino – shibari; sounding – Teaching Moment (Patreon)
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Vox/Valentino – Valentino has been getting on Vox' nerves to get a reaction out of him. The only problem is... he also gets that reaction out of him.
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Valentino’s breathing had been fast and panicked at first but now it is evening out into a slower, deeper cadence. It sounds wet. He’s already starting to drool and Vox hasn’t even begun with the main attraction. He’s only hoisted him up with his cables wrapped around the moth’s many limbs and let him hang there in the air. No way to get out.
Nothing touching him other than the cables that are wrapped so tight around his thin arms and legs that it looks like they’re about to snap.
Vox is slowly moving around him in a circle. Admiring him from all sides.
Valentino, for once, does not say anything. He’s just watching, his mouth hanging open and his tongue lolling down long and dripping wet. Vox reaches out and touches it, letting it wrap around his fingers like a curious little eel.
“How does it feel up there?” Vox asks, voice silky. The light of his screen gives away how he is looking along Valentino’s body; taking in how tall and gorgeous he is, hanging there at his mercy.
“Like you’re about to break me into pieces,” is the sibilant reply as Valentino talks with his tongue still out, still wrapping around Vox’ fingers. Drool dripping to the ground and hissing softly as the venom hits the metal. Despite his words, he looks… smitten, quite honestly. Absolutely transfixed by Vox’ screen and no longer fighting the restraints.
Vox’ smile flickers, then widens over the edges of his screen. He pulls his hand away and out of the grasp of Valentino’s tongue. Instead, he lets sharp claws slide across his chest, briefly tugging on the golden chain connecting his nipples, then further down until he puts in a sudden stop at Val’s bellybutton.
Valentino waits for a second, maybe two – far longer than Vox’ programs had anticipated him to last – before he starts squirming and panting, his eyes squinting in a petulant little frown.
“Come on, papi,” he croons. “You wanna touch it, don’t you?”
He rolls his hips forward. Vox wouldn’t be able to say whether he means his tentacle cock curling through the air, seeking for something to hold on to, or his pussy sitting just underneath, needy and dripping and swelling into a delicious little candy bloom. His systems would probably be able to make an educated guess but he does not need their perfect calculations to know that Valentino does not care. All he wants is to get touched. And to be the boss.
Which got him into the current situation in the first place.
Vox hums, the sound finely modulated to be the perfect mix of unaffected and uninterested before the cables pull tighter on Valentino’s limbs and stretch him out so much that he can’t even thrust his hips forward anymore.
There’s a pained chirp wheezing out of the demon, his wings fluttering briefly in distress before he settles down again. He’s staring at Vox with the kind of empty expression that the other has come to know as Valentino turning his brain off and just becoming sensation.
“You’re not in charge here, Val,” Vox says silkily. He wipes the drool from his fingers off on Valentino’s soft neck fur and takes a little step back as he straightens his suit. He tilts his head slightly to the side. A few dozen video feeds on the screens behind Val tilting disorientingly with him. He’s got ten different angles on Valentino right now; cameras filming his every twitch and microphones picking up his every trill so Vox can enjoy the show at a later time over and over again.
“If you behave like I want you to, I might be swayed to treat you to something nice… but it depends on how you play along. Are you going to be a good boy?”
Valentino’s face twitches. He looks torn between wanting to laugh into Vox’ face and actually ‘playing along’. In the end, he doesn’t say anything; just turns his head a bit away and waits.
Vox doesn’t push it. Yet. He moves his fingers and more cables rush out from the darkness around, wrapping around his hips and lifting him so he and Valentino are eye-to-eye. It’s difficult to play when his toy is roughly double his fucking size, but Vox is nothing if not inventive. He has no problem overcoming such pesky little hurdles.
He grasps Valentino’s cheeks and turns his head back around to look at him. The demon’s face is relaxing again. He still has his brain turned mostly off, staring at Vox’ face like he’s hypnotized. Like the braindead little moth that he is.
Vox hums low and staticky, his claws sliding along the smooth lines of Valentino’s jaw. When he reaches his mouth, it opens automatically for him, the long, venom dripping tongue lolling out once more.
“This is what you came to me for, is it not?” Vox murmurs softly, his thumb claw slowly pushing Valentino’s upper lip higher and exposing the row of his large, sharp teeth. The gold one is glinting in the cool blue light of Vox’ screen. His other hand moves over, claws trailing against it.
Valentino does not react other than a further relaxing of his eyes as he lowers his head into the touch.
“You disturbed me during my busiest hour of the day so I can take you apart like an unruly puppy. You truly are insane.”
Vox hooks his fingers into Valentino’s mouth, feeling the edges of his razor sharp teeth against the rough shark skin starting just behind his claws. It’s dangerous to do this to Val, but he looks braindead right now. His wings are fluttering behind him intermittently; little orgasmic jerks as he tries to strain toward Vox but is not able to do anything other than make it hurt that much more.
He’s whimpering, his thick, pheromone laden saliva dripping from between his teeth.
Vox’ eyes narrow with pleasure. One cable unfurls itself from the thick strands all but crushing Valentino’s limbs to paste. It is delicately thin and long, sliding up Valentino’s leg without him any the wiser.
No, he does not pay attention to anything other than Vox. Vox, Vox, Vox. He can see it in his face. The obsession in his pupil less, red eyes as they stare at Vox unblinkingly, his jaw relaxed and docile instead of slicing his fingers off with a single snap of his teeth.
Vox drags his claw against Valentino’s tongue, teasing it to drool even more.
“You are a beast,” he murmurs, his voice just bordering on affectionate. “Nothing but brainless little beast.”
The cable slots itself between the labia of Valentino’s plump little cunt and slowly drags itself along the gash.
That, at least, gets him aware of what’s happening. Vox can see the widening of his eyes, the way his throat bobs as he swallows down a cracked little groan.
Vox’ mouth flickers into a brief smirk before going back to the calm, unimpressed line from before.
“You ought to be punished so you won’t keep repeating it… but I feel like whatever I could do, you would just enjoy it… you pathetic little whore.”
Dripping with the juices from Valentino’s cunt, the little cable slides further up, wrapping itself around the prehensile cock who, in turn, tries to eagerly wrap itself around the cable.
With his thumb hooked between Valentino’s lower set of teeth, keeping his mouth nice and open and not letting him start with his inane babble, Vox peers down and watches the show. How the cable flirts with the tapered little tip of Valentino’s cock, rounding it a few times and just playing with the tender opening there until it finally starts to slip inside.
A high pitched whine creeps out from Valentino’s throat as he feels it. His body trembles. Would he like to grab the cable and rip it away from his body? Or does he want to awkwardly fuck up into the sensation?
“There, there… don’t tell me it’s the first time someone does this to you? Should I actually have found a virgin hole on your body? MMmhhh fascinating.”
He lightly moves his finger, letting the little cable ease its way down the inside of Valentino’s cock. The sounds he’s making are music to Vox’ aural receptors. He leans forward and presses a kiss against the other’s forehead.
“I have to thank you, Val. Your impromptu little visit has been a brilliant idea after all.”
Slowly, the cable starts to fuck Valentino’s urethra, and the moth demon is trembling in his bindings. Helpless and stretched out like the insect that he is. Completely at Vox’ mercy as he gets his abdomen to burn with the unfamiliar sensation of having his cock filled.
Of course it doesn’t surprise him when Valentino comes in the end; whimpering and without warning, cum oozing thick past the stopper of the cable while his body jerks and convulses as much as it can despite the bindings.
He does look a bit scared, at least. Maybe it’ll keep him away from Vox’ office for a while yet after all.