F L I C K E R || H//azbin H//otel
lil s//taticm//oth because i'm going insane
kink!v/al because reasons
Val's lower arms come to rest on Vox's thighs. The tech mogul repositions himself along Val's hips which earns him something between a grunt and a growl. The moth's upper arms reach up, one hand curling around a lean shoulder and the other pulling at the lapel of his blazer to yank him back into a kiss.
As Vox leans in, his screen flickers just slightly. It's slight. Barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention. But Val is always paying attention. His tongue glides up the flat, smooth surface, feeling the strange static hum on his tastebuds.
"Mm, trouble, amorcito?" he asks as his tongue snakes back into his mouth.
Vox peeks a red eye open, "Huh?"
Val's smile sharpens. "Nothing."
He pulls Vox closer by the hips, digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise. He feels like starting a fight. It'll make this so much sweeter. Vox is always so much sexier when he's on edge.
Shoving back, he yanks his head away from Vox's mouth and narrows his carmine eyes.
"You're distracted," he accuses.
Vox blinks. He looks surprised, then his expression flattens into annoyance.
"The fuck? No I'm not."
"You are. You think I don't know?"
There's that flicker again. It's a little more pronounced this time. A whisper of static around the edges of his screen, as if someone just gave the side of his box a good whack. Vox is oblivious to it, or at least he's pretending to be. Arousal pools in Val's gut.
"I have plenty of other people I could be fucking, Vox."
"Why do you always fucking do this?" Vox complained, "I was just getting into it."
"Then why are you doing that?"
Another wobble of his screen. It passes in an instant.
"Doing what?!"
Val scrapes a gold plated claw down the edge of his casing. Again, the screen twitches and this time, it comes with a soft, uneven inhale on Vox's part.
"Hhih..."
"You're all...glitchy," Val grins.
Vox wrenches out of the path of his hand and recovers, "Fuck off, no I'm not. Are we doing this or can I get back to work?"
Val leaned back into the chair, smug. "That depends."
"On what?" Vox snapped.
"If you're going to just get it over with and sneeze already."
Vox's hypnotic eye went wide and crazed for a moment, the other tightening in clear aggravation.
"I'm not--"
"Oh, but you are," Val murmured, dropping his voice low, "I know you, baby."
As if enticed by the mere suggestion, Vox's screen flickered again. This time, he acknowledged it with a slight twist of his expression. He blinked hard and shook his head. Val could hear his fans whirring in earnest.
One of his hands went up the sinuous curve of Vox's waist. He felt his ribs expanding in his palm.
"Hiih..hhh..." Vox's screen began to fade with his breath, winking out as he slowly lost control.
"Mmm, I thought so," Val grinned.
Vox's screen went completely black before he whipped to the side with a face full of grey, crackling static and--
"H’AEHHZZSCH'ah!"
"Hey," Val murmured as he watched Vox's expression slowly filter back onto his screen, his pixelated eyes squinting in itchy limbo. Val grabbed the side of his face, turning the Overlord towards him with a forceful tug. "Don't turn away from me."
Vox gasped, planting a hand in Val's chest to try and put some distance between them as his head snapped down with a poorly contained second sneeze.
"hH’NGXtssh!"
"And what have I told you about holding back?"
"For fuuuhcks saake, Val," Vox managed to roll his eyes as his screen glowed erratically.
Val pulled him closer, listening to his fans working overtime, the whine of his internal processors trying to dispel the irritant. There was one heavy inhale, and then another. Vox's chest pressed against his desperately.
"Ghh...hg..."
As much as he wanted to be close, he enjoyed the show far too much to miss the front row seat. Val leaned back once more and watched hungrily as Vox's expression snapped and popped with stray tendrils of wayward electricity.
Finally, he gave in, sneezing freely into Val's lap.
"eH'HTZ҉Z҉S҉H҉IEW!" The power in the building whined as it overloaded and filled every room with blinding light. Somewhere overhead, a lightbulb popped. Third time this fucking month.
Vox groaned in the aftermath. His expression returned to his screen, slightly dazed, undoubtedly annoyed.
"So sneezy," Val praised him his arms pulling the other Overload close once more as he sniffled scratchy, static sounds into his ear.
"Fuck you," Vox muttered in a congested voice. But he melted into Val's touch, rubbing the flat surface of his screen along his shoulder for some relief.
"Are you done?"
"Think so."
"Shame."
85 notes
·
View notes