[If there's one thing Vox has become adept at over the years of being exposed to the porn industry (and Valentino), it's separating sex from emotional attachment. It's a business transaction. An inherently selfish turn of events that's all about gain. Physical, financial... Or in this case, definitely a mixture of physical and emotional gratification. Fucking Lucifer himself is kind of a big deal. Having him come back for seconds is an even bigger deal. Besides, Vox finally got to vent some of that pent-up restlessness and frustration he's been grappling with for almost two months already.
It's just nice.
He got his boxers back on, but that's about as far as he's gotten where getting dressed is concerned. One of the bite marks near his shoulder is still slick with wet blood, and it takes a few tissues to clean that up. He doesn't mind, of course. These kinds of superficial scratches heal fast enough. If Lucifer's taking in the view, that's a bonus.
Once he's satisfied with the clean up, he opens up a drawer and pulls out a packet of cigarettes from within.]
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It's just nice.
He got his boxers back on, but that's about as far as he's gotten where getting dressed is concerned. One of the bite marks near his shoulder is still slick with wet blood, and it takes a few tissues to clean that up. He doesn't mind, of course. These kinds of superficial scratches heal fast enough. If Lucifer's taking in the view, that's a bonus.
Once he's satisfied with the clean up, he opens up a drawer and pulls out a packet of cigarettes from within.]
... Do you smoke?