How’d I Get Stuck in this Scary Box?

vox lets out a long suffering sigh, but doesn’t even look up from the holographic screens in front of him. he doesn’t like it anymore than val does, but being a ceo doesn’t exactly come with benefits like break times.

“i’m busy, val,” he says, with the tone of someone who has repeated this phrase about half a dozen times already. “why don’t you go get one of your little whores to entertain you until i’m done?”

he can’t quite hide the bite of envy in his voice. thankfully, valentino is being too much of a brat to notice.

the moth huffs at the question, an indignant squeak leaving him like an unwanted hiccup. he wraps his two lower arms around vox’s torso, nuzzling his screen.

“i don’t want any of them,” he practically growls, before his voice melts back into his whiny tone. “i want yooouuuu.”

vox finally drops his pen, one hand coming up to grab the corner of his head as he takes a deep breath. his gills flutter when he exhales.

“look, val-”

he stops talking as a tingle shoots down his spine, unexpected. when the fuck did val start playing with his antennae?

“val.” his voice is firmer than before, fists clenched as he tries to keep it together. he suddenly regrets the decision to take his hat off, leaving the most sensitive parts of the two appendages atop his head exposed. “stop. that. right now.”

val’s grin widens, a laugh that almost sounds like a cat’s purr rumbling through his chest. one of his fingers twirls the right antenna around casually, while the other rests on the bobble of the crooked one, flicking it back.

“or what?” he challenges, revelling in the sparks that crackle around vox’s fist. “come on, you love it when i do this, right? i know you, voxxy. your weak spots, your kinks… everything.”

vox sputters, his screen bursting with static for a moment before his face returns. he looks down at his work, contemplating. that’s when val uses one of his lower hands to graze over vox’s gills, the combined sensation almost completely overwhelming.

“alright, fuck it, you win,” he concedes, standing up and nearly knocking valentino over with the abruptness of the motion. he marches toward the elevator, his screen practically glowing with his blush.

“yay!” valentino chirps, his voice light and airy once more, clapping his hands together as he follows. in the elevator, he leans down, one pair of hands on vox’s shoulders and the other resting on his waist.

“and don’t worry,” he adds, bending down to gaze at vox with hooded eyes, his voice a seductive purr. “i promise i’ll make it worth your while, papi.”

vox, unfortunately, has no doubt about that.