[Not that he's ever really stopped Val from doing whatever he wants, when it comes to his conquests, not as such. He'd have definitely wrung Angel's stupid skinny neck by now if he thought that would fly—point being, he'll complain, but it doesn't matter once he has Val where he wants him.
In this case, on his desk. Hey babe. Vox unwinds that wire from Val's wrist to bring it up and tip his chin up instead, fondly.]
But come on, Val, what do I have to be mad about? Did you do something bad on the way up here?
You should really test them on this stuff when you're interviewing.
[It would save them a lot of wasted time. It's true though, Val might be willing to be told off about the rest, but Angel was a different matter. Somewhere in the same vein as Vox's obsession with the The Radio Demon. Better they let both those things be.
He hums, looking into that shining face with an adoring smile.]
Pfft. When am I ever bad? [Don't you dare start another clip show.] Just thought you might be jealous, Cariño.
[He scoffs and rolls his eyes at that suggestion; he isn't running the porn business specifically, so like, ew. Like he has time to add mediocre head to the interview process.]
We wouldn't be here if you weren't bad.
[Not the obvious, the "here in Hell" part, but here as Vees; imagine if either of them were simpering fools better suited to that hotel—laughable! No, it's better this way. Vox shifts, swinging his feet back down to the floor so he can lean in and sink his fingers into Val's fluffy collar.]
Aha, hmm, jealous. [Hmm!] What for? You know who does it better for you.
[It's possible Val would nobaly volunteer to take on that arduous task. Vox is always saying he needs to get more involved in the business side of things.
He leans into the touch with a pleased little moth squeak, almost a purr, red smoke twisting to caress Vox's screen.]
No one does it better than you, Papi. [He shifts, the toe of a boot resting between Vox's thighs, uncaring about whatever fancy designer furniture he might be scuffing as he teases just shy of giving Vox something to grind against.]
[Maybe they can workshop that later— For now, the squeak is cute, and who cares at all about this office chair; he shifts forward again, shamelessly pressing against Val's boot with a low chuckle.]
Tell me more... Why don't you tell me what this position means to you?
[You know. Like an interview, not that Vox has ever asked that question in an interview, because who cares what the rank and file think. But do play sexy interview with him here and now; he slides his other hand up Val's thigh - the one not busy stepping on him - and digs the tips of his clawed fingers in just so, just enough to leave runs in Val's fishnets. He'll replace them.]
Oh, its everything to me, Sir. I'd do anything to show you just how badly I want this job.
[Sharp teeth catch at his lower lip, a play at coquettish innocence. He misses being on the other side of the camera. He rocks the toe of his boot slowly, his legs falling open.]
The opportunity to work under someone like you-
[The moth bends at the waist, antenna ghosting along Vox's screen, breath hot as he presses a kiss to the glass, his own claws reaching to start loosening that bowtie.]
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[Not that he's ever really stopped Val from doing whatever he wants, when it comes to his conquests, not as such. He'd have definitely wrung Angel's stupid skinny neck by now if he thought that would fly—point being, he'll complain, but it doesn't matter once he has Val where he wants him.
In this case, on his desk. Hey babe. Vox unwinds that wire from Val's wrist to bring it up and tip his chin up instead, fondly.]
But come on, Val, what do I have to be mad about? Did you do something bad on the way up here?
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[It would save them a lot of wasted time. It's true though, Val might be willing to be told off about the rest, but Angel was a different matter. Somewhere in the same vein as Vox's obsession with the The Radio Demon. Better they let both those things be.
He hums, looking into that shining face with an adoring smile.]
Pfft. When am I ever bad? [Don't you dare start another clip show.] Just thought you might be jealous, Cariño.
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We wouldn't be here if you weren't bad.
[Not the obvious, the "here in Hell" part, but here as Vees; imagine if either of them were simpering fools better suited to that hotel—laughable! No, it's better this way. Vox shifts, swinging his feet back down to the floor so he can lean in and sink his fingers into Val's fluffy collar.]
Aha, hmm, jealous. [Hmm!] What for? You know who does it better for you.
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He leans into the touch with a pleased little moth squeak, almost a purr, red smoke twisting to caress Vox's screen.]
No one does it better than you, Papi. [He shifts, the toe of a boot resting between Vox's thighs, uncaring about whatever fancy designer furniture he might be scuffing as he teases just shy of giving Vox something to grind against.]
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Tell me more... Why don't you tell me what this position means to you?
[You know. Like an interview, not that Vox has ever asked that question in an interview, because who cares what the rank and file think. But do play sexy interview with him here and now; he slides his other hand up Val's thigh - the one not busy stepping on him - and digs the tips of his clawed fingers in just so, just enough to leave runs in Val's fishnets. He'll replace them.]
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Oh, its everything to me, Sir.
I'd do anything to show you just how badly I want this job.
[Sharp teeth catch at his lower lip, a play at coquettish innocence. He misses being on the other side of the camera. He rocks the toe of his boot slowly, his legs falling open.]
The opportunity to work under someone like you-
[The moth bends at the waist, antenna ghosting along Vox's screen, breath hot as he presses a kiss to the glass, his own claws reaching to start loosening that bowtie.]