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He doubled over laughing, letting the snorts and giggles wrack his slight frame. He’s so beautiful like this. Vox was laughing along with him, already forgetting whatever joke he told that elicited a reaction like this. His eyes greedily watched how Alastor’s cherry red hair fell over his brow, how his slender hand tried to cover his mouth when he was truly amused. Vivaldi couldn’t compose a sonnet as heavenly as this laugh.
Vox wasn’t laughing anymore, he was simply ogling. It’s his favorite pastime. He could never get bored of looking at this guy. He’s done it enough to notice things that no sane person could. His lip curls whenever he mentions modernity, he over annunciates his a’s, he straightens his coat every eight and a half minutes, the order of what he eats his food in, hell he even downloaded a program to alert himself whenever the man’s pupils dilate! To say he’s obsessed is an understatement.
He sighed, setting down his glass of whatever fine liquor they were indulging in. “I just don’t get it!” The radio demons cackling started to die down, the glint of mirth still remaining in his ruby eyes. “Come again?”
Vox looked at him fondly with a closed lip smile, drawing his brows together. He said in a somewhat joking tone, “Why do you have so few friends! You’re –” He had to stop himself from saying wonderful, “So entertaining.” Alastor laughed softly through his nose, limply holding his glass by the rim. “That’s exactly the problem my good man.”
Vox rolled his eyes, “Oh yes, you’re just far too funny and witty.” Alastor sighed theatrically, “The cross I have to bear.” Vox shook his head and chuckled, reaching for his glass. Asshole. Alastor was silent for a few moments, seemingly deep in thought. “Y’know, I’m not joking.” He scoffed, letting the glass hover a few inches from his screen before setting it down once more, “Oh fuck off.” Alastor sat up, half laughing out, “I’m serious!” Vox sunk back into the couch, giving him a once over. “Totally. Your problem is that you’re just better than everyone else?”
Alastor glared, recrossing his legs. “Not precisely.” He flicked one of his ears, clearly uncomfortable with this topic. “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you this, but I am quite intimidating.” He enunciated every syllable of the last word in a mocking tone, a crease forming between his thin brows. “I’ve always had that kind of intense personality. I was a prodigy child, I have a box of trophies in my attic to prove it. My father was planning on being a dead beat since I was very much unplanned, however when I started talking in full sentences at 13 months he changed his tune.” He rested his glass on his shoulder, tapping the crystal to a silent tune playing in his head.
“I wasn’t fed formula, I was taught the quadratic formula. I was force fed knowledge. I already knew I was the smartest person in the room when most children should be learning the alphabet. And I hated it so much. I ran away whenever my tutors turned to the chalkboard. I like learning things on my own, I don't want someone to spoon feed it to me! Whenever I could, I went off into the bayou or snuck into jazz clubs. I attempted to socialize, but everyone genuinely seemed retared to me.” He held up his hand in a flamboyant gesture, “And now before you go off and call me a nerd, my social ostracization is not credited to my education. All that academic rigor gave me a fantastic work ethic. I was already well on my way to becoming a radio host in my late teens.” He took a long slow sip from the crystal glass, giving Vox a long look from the corner of his eye. “Can you guess where this is going?”
Both of Vox’s elbows were on his knees and his hands propped up his head. “Yeah I have a pretty good idea. I would also hate it if a guy half my age was ten times smarter and better looking than me.” Alastor inclined his head, smiling knowingly. “Undoubtedly. Exceeding when I am not supposed to is my shtick. A Creole man shouldn’t have ever managed to broadcast for millions, an overlord who just fell into hell should not have risen to power so swiftly, I seem to have dreadful timing.” He sucked on his teeth, falling back into the couch. “I’d say being alone and powerful is better than being weak and popular.”
Vox sat up and knit his hands together, resting his weight on his elbow. “What about the millions who watched your show? Surely one of them would’ve wanted to befriend you.” Alastor’s smile remained neutral. “If someone killed eight people, and it ended up in the newspaper, then you wouldn’t read it because you like the killer. People listened to my radio show because they thought it was scandalous to listen to the Creole man with a pretty voice, anyone who didn’t know what I looked like ended up disappointed by my color.”
Vox huffed through his gills, annoyance sparking from his antenna. “Okay but what about now? Everyone looks like they just crawled out of a sci-fi novel, no one's discriminating against your looks.” Alastor laughed abruptly, “Vox, just earlier today someone shot themselves in the head when I made eye contact with them.” Vox clenched his jaw, “And not everyone is scared shitless of you! What about Mimzy eh? You two were copasetic when you were alive.” Alastor sighed, setting down his glass, “We both know Mimzy just uses me as a scapegoat whenever the mafia is hunting her down. And before you even mention Rosie she just fancies a warm body to gossip to.”
What about me, is what he’s dying to ask. He knows better than to try and label whatever they have. He leaned back against the armrest, crossing his ankles. The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Then you must have been quite popular with women.” Alastor’s nose scrunched up. “Pardon?” Now is the perfect opportunity. For ages, Vox has been wondering which way this man swings. He never flirts or eyes up any women, or men. He’s tried to subtly ask about his love life, and now’s his chance to not so subtly ask him.
Vox scooted closer, smiling cheekily. “Oh c’mon, you can drop that gentleman act with me! I just know you’re a secret player under all that vintage clothing.” Alastor’s ears flattened. “You just know that’s blatantly false.” Vox set his glass on the carpeted floor. “Al, you’ve been dodging this question like the bubonic plague. I need to know.” He sighed, “And you are just as quick to latch onto the subject as the fleas that spread it.” Alastor recrossed his legs once more. “I don’t… dabble.” Vox blinked twice. Alastor shifted in his seat. The silence was uncomfortable. Vox was the first to speak up, “...Why?” Alastor’s brow twitched, “I don’t feel the need to. You might think I’m some impossible case to crack, but it all boils down to lack of desire.”
He clenched and unclenched his navy hands, sweat prickling under his collar. “Have you ever tried to?” The radio demon scoffed, “That is the equivalent of me asking you if you’ve ever cut out your tongue because you wondered what it would be like to be mute. No!” He eyed Vox skeptically, “And I don’t plan to either.” Vox shifted in his seat, “So by that reaction… I can assume you’ve never uhm, dabbled with yourself either?” Alastor’s body language closed up, all his muscles tensing. “You are asking extremely personal questions. It’s rude.”
Teal spread across Vox’s screen, “Are you sure you’ve never been at least a little curious? I-I mean it’s all anyone talks about. I’d get fomo.” Alastor postured himself, exhaling pointedly though his upturned nose. “I don’t know what that is, but I do not feel excluded in any way. It’s nice to know that I’m above human desires.” Vox’s heart beated in his throat, sweat dampening his lower back. “Don’t knock it till you try it.” Alastor glowered at him, gripping his glass tightly. “Ah yes, it must be so nice to have a functioning libido. Would you like to flaunch your anatomical superiority some more or did you get it out of your system?”
Vox stammered, “That’s not what I’m trying to do! I-I just – listen. It just bothers me that you are repulsed by something so… natural. Our bodies are literally designed to do this!” Alastor calmly set down his glass, smoothing out his slacks. “And pray tell, why are you so bothered?” Vox stilled. And there it is. The entirely reasonable question that could make or break their relationship. Shit. On one hand, Vox could joke that he’s just a nosy bitch and then change the subject. But on the other…
“I-I could make it good for you.” Fuck. Well, shot fired. Alastor’s eyes widened and his lips parted slightly. It’s finally out. All of the subtle flirtations and elongated stares have finally come out in the open. Alastor shifted in his seat, ears uncertainly flicking. Vox was completely frozen, not daring to even breathe. The record that had been softly playing in the background came to a stop, leaving the two in absolute dead silence. Vox’s chest rose and fell at an increasingly rapid pace, eyes wide as saucers and screen completely overtaken by teal. They maintained unblinking eye contact. Alastor raised his hand slowly in a questioning motion, “You would – what?” Let the alphabet soup commence. He opened his mouth and started speaking in a tone far too loud, making Alastor’s ears flick backwards.
“Well you see one time I was at this bar and trust me it wasn’t that kind of bar that had that kind of people but it was a bar that had people of that sort. I was drinking like everybody else because it was a bar and that's what people do at bars unless they see a hooker but there were only guy hookers there and I’m not like that obviously anyone with two functioning eyes can insinuate that I’m perfectly normal except for the fact that I have a tv for a head which is very unfortunate. When I got to hell I was like what the hell why do I have this thing on my head how am I supposed to give head to people even though I don’t give head to people because there are no more people in hell there are only demons and even if there were people in hell I still wouldn't give head to them. It’s not because I’m bad at it or anything I just don't like doing it but it’s not like I’m a bad lover no sir I’m a very good lover 46 mhm. But it wouldn’t logistically make sense for me to give it to anyone because have you seen my head its gigantic but if you asked for it I would do it for you even though you don’t want it I want it but I would never make you do something you don’t want even though you should want this because it would be a very enjoyable experience my tongue is very…”
Alastor simply stared at him with a blank expression. Vox isn’t even aware of what's coming out of his mouth anymore. His lips were moving and he could hear words like noises emitting from his speakers, but everything was drowned out by the debilitating panic racing in his system. He can not lose this. Whatever this is. It’s the most important thing that has ever happened in his life and afterlife. He doesn't care if he has to sleep with red headed whores for the rest of eternity, he needs this.
“-- So after I went to a burger king but someone projectile vomited on my Oxfords so naturally I caused an accidental gas fire which in turn –”
“Vox.” His mouth shut as if his lips were magnetic. Alastor’s breathing was slightly laboured and his pupils were dilated. He looked generally distressed and alarmed, like a deer in the headlights. He wetted his lips, drawing his brows together in concentration.
“How would you do it?” An avalanche of system errors and warnings blared in his head as his screen turned static. Holy shit Alastor flirted. He actually did it! After years of advances and innuendos, it paid off. He needs at least five business days to process this information, and then several hours to come up with an appropriate response. Unfortunately he had about four seconds before he made things awkward.
He leaned in closer to him, pulse fluttering faster than a hummingbird. “I would do whatever you wanted me to.” He reached out and brushed his bangs out of his eyes, lowering his voice an octave, “I would use my mouth and hands as you please.” He stroked his high cheekbone with the dull side of his claw. “For the sole purpose of bringing you pleasure.” Vox slid closer until they were hip to hip, hand still caressing one side of the lean man's face. He observed Alastor’s face closely, noting how his breathing picked up. His hand slid from the side of Alastor’s face to his collar, pulling them so the deer demon was practically sitting in Vox’s lap. “Does that sound appealing to you?”
He was absolutely bewildered that he managed to come up with some decent sweet talk, his mind and body was just overstimulated soup. His systems (and sternum) pulsed in anticipation for a response, anxiety causing his antenna to quiver. Alastor's expression was a mix between conflicted and shocked. Vox watched the way his adams apple bobbed and the micromovements of his ears. He doesn't have to be an expert in overanalyzing (which he is) to see he’s actually considering this.
Vox said in a raspy whisper, “You don’t have to say anything.” His hand released Alastor’s collar, sliding down his torso and settling on his hip. “Tell me with your body.” If his body could talk it would be screaming. Very very loudly. Maybe crying. He’s sending prayers to every deity he can name that his system won’t crash. He’s sending more desperate prayers that the radio demon hasn’t noticed his raging arousal.
Alastor was still, but not in the way that oozed in discomfort. It’s the kind of stillness you observe before you see a kid jump off the diving board. The radio demon drew in a shuddering breath, closing his eyes for a moment. He reopened them (pupil dilation by 51%) and looked at Vox with a complicated expression. He opened his mouth and slowly said, “If I say stop, then stop. If you don’t, then you never hear from me ever again. Is that understood?”
A jackrabbit would look to Vox in worry with the rate his heart is going at. He can’t think, breathe, or respond. This is happening, This is actually happening to him. If an angel came down from heaven and offered him a free spot he’d tell it to fuck off. His head robotically nodded once, a dreamy smile wavering on his screen. “S-so how uhum, inexperienced are you exactly?” He smiled nervously, pupils pinpricked in comparison to Alastor’s dark saucers. The radio demon swallowed audibly, cracking his knuckles. “I’ve tried kissing a few times but it was quite unpleasant. It never got heated or handsy. Uhm, I know everything functions the way it should. I tried a few times in adolescence to… ugh well y’know. It took a very long time and the satisfaction was equivalent to clearing one’s throat. I’ve always assumed that the… pinnacle was overexaggerated.” Vox could hear the deer demon picking at the skin on his fingernails. “Is it?”
Vox softly stroked Alastor’s side, looking at him with unabashed adoration. “No. It’s not.” A faint blush dusted the tops of his high cheekbones. Alastor subtly scooted closer, almost fully sitting on his lap. “If you don’t mind, could you describe it?” Vox’s throat felt tight (probably a good thing considering the turn that this night is soon to take) and his head felt airy. “W-well it’s ah, difficult. At first when you start it's very pleasant. Like someone scratching that one spot on your back that you can’t reach.” He splayed his large hand over the slimmer man’s lower stomach. “It starts here, and slowly spreads across your body.” Vox took a deep breath, turning on his secret weapon.
He had been experimenting with vibrations for this sole purpose, buying man whores just so he could practice turning his electricity into a vibrating frequency. If he could make a prostitute moan in a non performative way, then he could make a virgin scream.
Alastor softly gasped when he felt it, making both of them blush vividly. Vox continued, “T-the beginnings are quite mild, it takes a while f-for things to start really feeling good.” Alastor’s eyes were wider than ever, staring intensely at Vox’s hand. His frequency softly wrapped around the man’s untouched prostate, gently stimulating it. This was below his lowest setting and it still had the radio demon squirming.
Vox readjusted his hand, struggling to maintain eye contact. “A-and things almost never go smoothly. Someone can’t unbutton their s-shirt or the guy can’t get it u-up.” Alastor nervously chuckled, eyes flicking down, “I don’t think we’ll have that problem.” There was a beat of silence where they both simply looked at each other. Then they both giggled mannically. Alastor was now fully sitting on the other man’s lap, not so subtly leaning into the vibrations being emitted from his hand.
Vox chuckled out, “Hey! You’re not following the script here! You’re supposed to be the bashful virgin who melts under my touch, you are not permitted to make sex jokes.” Alastor laughed louder, straddling Vox’s hips. “But why? We’re clearly both enjoying ourselves…” They both looked at each other nervously now that the obvious was verbalized. Alastor swallowed and looked at a spot on the couch apparently more interesting than their matching erections.
Vox smiled sheepishly, emitting the vibrations harder. Alastor jolted and inhaled sharply, stammering out “L-lets not get too eager now dear.” He chuckled warmly, easing the stimulation off his prostate. They both breathed hard as they looked anywhere but each other. That was the strangest thing for Vox. He’s never been emotionally close with anyone he’s coupled with. So all this laughing and teasing was a first. He knows this man. They see each other three times a week and bicker like a married couple. And now they were fumbling around like teenagers in the backseat of their parents car.
Alastor looked at the tent in his pants with embarrassment, shifting so it was slightly out of sight. That's not happening. Vox picked him up by the hips and set him down so their arousals were flush against each other. Alastor’s eyes flew open, ears shooting up. Vox let out a soft groan, gently rocking his hips upward. “Fuck,” He breathed out, looking up to meet Alastors eyes. He maintained eye contact as he upped the vibrations, one hand splayed over his stomach and the other firmly glued to his hip.
He could see a moan rise to the radio demon's throat, only to be slaughtered by self control. Flush crept up the radio demon's collar, pinkening his cool tanned skin. His hands were in the air, hovering over Vox’s figure. He had never seen the man so unsure about anything before! “Touch me.” Vox near moaned. Alastor let out a breath, eyes glued to where their hips met. A light flickered in his eyes as if he just remembered something. He started to cautiously roll his hips. It was far too jerky, but it gave Vox some much needed friction. Vox eased off the vibrations, planting both hands on his hips and leading him through it.
Alastor let out a pleasured sigh, closing his eyes and biting his lip. He rolled his hips in a more demanding manner causing Vox to choke on air. “W-who’s-” he stopped to draw in a shaky breath, “The eager one now eh?” Alastor scowled, slapping his hand over Vox’s screen. Before he could pull it away, Vox held it there. The radio demon let out an agitated huff of air, pressing his hips down like a request. He traced one of his cool metallic claws over the ridge of Alastor’s knuckles, pressing his palm flush against his mouth. He tenderly started to lap at the soft skin, maintaining a lenient gaze.
Alastor let out a soft sound as Vox started to thrust up into him, in turn the deer demon ground down rhythmically. Vox’s tongue urgently licked as his palm, reveling in the way pleasure consumed and blurred his senses. Alastor panted quietly, eyes flicking from their pelvic movements to his hand muffling Vox’s whines. He started to slowly lean forward, back arching as his breath ticked the back of Vox’s hand. He pressed a ginger kiss to the back of Vox’s hand covering his, trying to put on a seductive face but ending up looking woefully cheesy.
Vox chuckled abruptly, the sound muffled by the two hands covering his mouth. He nipped at his moistened palm playfully, sliding them closer together (if possible). Vox removed his hand and Alastor followed in suit. The radio demon whispered “That wasn’t very sexy was it?” Vox bit his lip, “What do you mean? I’ve never been more turned on in my life.” Truth was, that wasn’t even a joke. He’s so unbelievably giddy. With arousal and fondness.
Their mouths were inches apart, and he was so warm – before he could even move Alastor arched his back so it looked extremely erotic, “It would be absurd if we go any further without kissing.” Vox grinned toothily, sending out a flirtatious pulse of vibration. Alastor let out a satisfied sigh, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Vox lifted one of his hands to cradle the radio demon's face. Both of their gazes immediately locked onto each other's lips. They both moved forward at the same time, making their foreheads bump awkwardly. They laughed softly, blushing from embarrassment and arousal.
Their hips weren't grinding as feverishly as they were before, but Vox was still gently rocking up to meet Alastors hard on. Vox placed his claw on his bottom lip, drawing them close together until there was no space left. The word he would use to describe the feeling is beyond angelic. Having the warm plush lips of the man you’ve loved for a decade finally on your own. At long last Alastor wrapped his arms around his neck and shoulders, pressing his face harshly against his screen until his nose flattened. Vox half snorted at the absurdity of it all, forming pliable silicone lips to make things less clumsy.
The kiss was anything but perfect. Alastor had to re-adjust his face several times so his nose would get smushed, and there was also the fact that he was just simply an awful kisser. Vox couldn’t help but silently laugh, chest rising and falling in his muted chuckles. He bit down on his own tongue harshly to draw blood, the metallic taste flooding his mouth. He didn’t miss the way the radio demon’s cock twitched. Vox parted his lips and was all but tackled.
Alastor took his entire tongue in his own mouth and aggressively sucked, causing the both of them to moan. It was a frenzy from there. The grinding resumed at a frantic pace. Alastor gripped both sides of his screen and attacked the inside of this mouth, biting his tongue and lips only to lap up his blood. Vox was pinned down, physically buzzing with the feeling of being desired. Sure, he played into the cannibal thing for things to get a little more heated, no shame in the game.
Alastor sat up, blushing all the way to his ears. Vox aimlessly chased his mouth, only to be forced back down. Alastor humped the now extremely hard spot between Vox’s legs with fervor, covering his mouth. God he was a vision. Lips reddened from blood and bites, irises overtaken by black pools, sweat glistening on the length of his throat, and his whole body rocking to chase friction. Vox violently bit his lip, hoping the radio demon didn’t pick up on the audible crack from his screen. He needed to make him scream.
Vox sat up, unbothered by the quiet huff of annoyance when his hands came up to halt the grinding of their hips. Before Alastor could say a word, Vox took the slighter man’s hand, maintaining unblinking eye contact as he inserted two of his lean fingers into his mouth. His thin eyebrows raised a fraction as he let out a quiet, “Oh.” Vox dragged his large tongue on the underside of his fingers, sucking on them rhythmically. “Oh.” He heard the radio demon breathe out.
Alastor shifted his weight back off of Vox’s arousal (to his dismay), eyes glued to his fingers going in and out of his screen. His eyelids fluttered, slowly weighting down into a lowlidded gaze. He moved his tongue between the two thin fingers, twisting and curling it in a number of erotic and impressive motions. Alastor was all but transfixed, subconsciously wiggling his hips down on Vox's thigh. His breathing synced up in time with the provocative suction of the digits, a flicker of uncertainty creasing his dampened brow. He sighed through his nose, a muscle feathering in his jaw. Vox narrowed his eyes, halting his oral movements and removed the fingers from his mouth. “What is it?” Alastor stared at his glistening fingers, squeezing his thighs together.
“You don’t have to do this Vincent.” Huh? Vox sat up straighter, trying desperately to clear his thoughts from the haze of desire. He rested his large hands on his narrow hips, mouth quirking up when he (yet again) looked to the tent in his – friends pants? They’ll figure out a label later, all he knew was that he managed to turn the radio demon on. He snapped his attention back to what his "friend" was asking, digital lips turning into a thin line. He softly said, “Where is this coming from?”
Alastor made a sound of conflict, shutting his eyes and swallowing. “I know that you – you don’t dabble with men. O-or that’s what I have observed, maybe I am completely wrong in my assumption. But, I-I- just-” Vox drew his eyebrows together, inclining his head forward. He reassuringly stroked his sides, urging him to continue. Alastor found the words, “I just don’t want the sole for our… coupling to be out of your affection for me. I know my complexion manly consists of feminine attributes–”
“Hey Al?” He looked up, making an unsure sound of question. “Shut the fuck up.” Alastor’s features slackened, blush returning. Vox looked at him intensely, “I do not want to have sex with you because you look like a woman. I have had dreams about blowing you, hell I fantasize about it when you’re ranting about venison. I am hopelessly infatuated with all of you, and you are the sexiest creature I have ever laid eyes on. Okay?” Alastor nodded slowly, looking at him through his heavy lashes. Vox sighed sternly, saying seriously. “Good, because I’ve never been this hard in my life and really want to know what you sound like when you come.” That earned a laugh out of the other man, hand rising to cover his mouth. Alastor put on a face of faux seriousness, “And I myself am quite eager to know what it feels like to come.” They both silently sniggered, eyes gleaming with excitement and attraction.
Those giggles slowly melted into groans as the grinding picked back up, their aching members desperate for some form of stimulation. Vox subtly emitted playful vibrations, not going unnoticed by the receiving party. His dark hand caressed its way up to the back of his head, tugging his hair to expose the length of his neck. He licked a long stripe along his throat, earning him a shuddering exhale. He slowly lowered Alastor so he was laying on his back, gnawing and sucking on the soft velvety skin of his neck all the while. One hand was gripping his lower stomach fiercely as he continued to stimulate his sensitive innards, while the other started to shakily unbutton his crimson shirt.
It all felt… right. Vox was mortified that he would do or say something that would fuck everything up – but it all came so easily. Sure, he had never struggled as hard as he had to unbutton someone's shirt in his life, and he was having a little trouble remembering how to breathe, but sweet mother Mary it was perfect. Being slotted between his obsessions legs, kissing him down and making him quiver. He wished he could turn this feeling into powder and snort it for the rest of his afterlife.
Once the offensive item of clothing was off, he sat up and ogled at him. Jesus. His torso was lithe and unignorably skinny, littered with scars and protruding bones. You could see the firm lean muscle in his arms, the type that was earned by actual work rather than lifting weights. His nipples were small and peaked, probably from all the attention he was getting. Every time he inhaled you could see the count his ribs and see his sternum, and christ his waist was so small he could definitely wrap one of his hands around it, he definitely see a bulge if he–
Vox made a sound he’d never admit to making, body rocking inwards as all of his muscles slackened. He went rigid, face going completely teal. The room was painfully quiet, the only sound was Vox’s quiet pants and the whirr from his head. Alastor sat up, eyes wide and face delighted.
“Did you just–”
“Shut up.”
Alastor cackled, fist pounding into the couch as his eyes watered. He wheezed out, "There's no way you just–” Vox’s whole body burned in embarrassment, screen showing a face of mortification. He grabbed a pillow and smothered the radio demon's face in it. “I SAID CAN IT!” Vox pinned him down, a curl of smoke slithering out of one of his vents. He half sobbed and half laughed out, “You’re such a dick.” He pressed the pillow harder over his face, even though it was doing nothing to stifle the laughs. Alastor said out in his muffled voice, “Did you really expect me to be nice during the duration of this?”
Vox sighed heavily, glaring at the wet stain in his pants. He pouted, throwing the pillow behind him. “No.” He looked down at the man beneath him, unable to stop a smile from forming. Alastor's face was reddened from the laughter, a vein visible on his forehead as he continued to silently chuckle. He looked stupidly fond and aggressively adorable. Vox lowered himself, trying to act cocky despite coming practically untouched thirty seconds ago. He mumbled, “You have no right to be laughing with the sounds you're about to be making sir.” He felt Alastor’s cock twitch underneath him.
Vox smirked, kissing his jaw. Alastor scoffed, “Sir? I’m not that much older than you.” He nipped and kissed all over his chest, mumbling into his skin, “No you’re practically a fossil.” He felt more than heard his warm laugh, which quickly turned into a pleased sound when he sucked on one of his stiff nipples. His hand slid to his lower back as he murmured, “Don’t worry, I have a thing for older men.” He couldn’t help but make a gleeful expression when he saw the older man in question's face turn beet red when he groped his rear. Fuck, he felt amazing to openly hit on him. He could get used to that.
Alastor swore in french, swatting at his head and turned his head away looking flustered. He could really get used to that. He dragged his cool teeth along the exposed flesh, leaving sure to be bruises right above the hem of his pants. He bit the button of his trousers, maintaining eye contact as he used his tongue and teeth to undo it. He carefully grabbed his zipper with his front teeth, dragging it all the way down. He was more than pleased to see a damped spot in his maroon underwear. He rested the bottom of his screen right on top of his hard on.
He put on his most assholy face possible, looking up at his flushed face. “Is there anything you want to ask of me?” Alastor scrunched up his face, ears flicking back. “Pardon?” Vox slid his hands up and down his thighs, “I asked if you want anything from me.” He slid one of his hands over his stomach and turned back on the vibrations, analyzing the way his eyes almost rolled back in his head. He planted a few slow kisses on top of his clothed crotch, looking at him all the while. “Hm?” Alastor put a hand over his mouth, ears drooping and sweat beading on his brow. He wasn’t able to muffle the moan when a particularly strong wave of vibrations targeted his prostate.
He choked out, “Just do it already.” Vox smiled cheekily, wiggling his brows, “Do what?” Alastor let out a short laugh that ended in a whine, fisting the cushioning of the couch. He swallowed and whispered in a hoarse voice, “Damn it Vox.” He rested his head on the back of the armrest, shuddering when he felt Vox start to teethe his arousal. He started a few words before deciding otherwise, clenching and unclenching his hands. Vox was practically buzzing with smugness, wondering if you can overdose on dopamine. At long last he let out a defeated sigh, looking at Vox with slightly nervous eyes.
“Can you pretty please, with a fat cherry on top, be so kind as to…” He made a flamboyant gesture with his hand, staring intensely at an unremarkable lamp. Vox reached up and gently cupped his cheek, looking up at him as if he were a deity. “As you wish.” He slowly pulled down his briefs, mouth instantly watering. He mouthed a swear, taking his member into one hand and stroking it from base to tip.
He swallowed hard, a flare of uncertainty shooting up his spine. He had never exactly… done this before. He’s pretty sure he doesn’t have a gag reflex, which is good. He had practiced multiple times on obscene objects, but he hasn’t ever actually performed the act. He flicked his gaze up as if to ask for permission. His nerves eased when he noticed that Alastor is just as tense as him. They both laughed softly, shifting on the couch. Vox took a breath in, looking intimately at him while he kissed the tip. He licked and sucked on the head, directing the vibrations to his penis. He slowly took his length into his mouth with ease, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue.
It was far more pleasurable than he thought it would be. The rhythm of moving his head up and down, the constant taste of precum, just the feeling of having him in his mouth. Not to mention he was the perfect size. Slender, slightly curved, not too long, and a delicious pinkish color–
Vox let out an unabashed moan, adding even more vibrations to the twitching member. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his hips, humping it with vigor. Panic ebbed at the edge of his senses, noticing the lack of noises coming from above. In the heat of the moment he had closed his eyes. He looked up with uncertainty, not halting his oral movements. Alastor seemed as stiff as a board, face completely red as he quietly gasped for air. His claws had completely obliterated the cushioning, whiteknuckling the ruined fabric. It looked like he was fighting himself and losing. He snapped his eyes open every time they fluttered shut, and bit into his bloody lip whenever it looked like a sound was about to rise out of him.
Vox hummed, running his tongue over a prominent vein. He sucked harshly, delighted to see how the radio demon released a breathy gah, and curled his head inwards. Vox grabbed onto the man’s hips, urging him to move them. Alastor whined, turning his head to the side and shutting his eyes tightly. He let out a strangled sound as he started to rock his hips, legs curling like a dead bug’s. Vox whimpered, slithering his tongue around his member until it was fully enveloped. Alastor’s hands shakily came to grip the frame of his screen, pulling it up and down as he started to finally allow himself to make soft sensual sounds.
Vox nearly came once more when he heard his name being reverently breathed out. He immediately turned on his recording feature, looking up the radio demon in awe. His watery eyes were barely open, bangs plastered to his dampened forehead. His hips were moving in shaky, slow thrusts, the sounds of lewd wet noises serving as ambiance. Alastor arched his back erotically, saying his name louder as he gripped his casing needily. Vox groaned, targeting his vibrations to all of his sensitive areas at once. The radio demon’s eyes flew open, suddenly clenching his thighs around his boxy head with a gasp.
“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck –” He thrust his hips up into his mouth in jerky motions, hyperventilating and shaking all over. Oh he was close. He angled his head so he could have better access to his mouth, squeezing his thin hips and sending a reassuring frequency. He watched as tears streaked down his reddened face, mouth agape and breathing out angelic noises. “Please, gods, Vox!” He groaned and panted as his "friend" no doubt felt that sweet pressure building, he did too but this wasn’t about him. Everything was about making sure he orgasmed so powerfully he forgot his own name. Alastor was fully crying now, pleas and curses spilling from his lips as he held onto his boxy head like a lifeline. He let out one last gasp, all of his muscles tensing. “Oh!” Vox sucked as hard as he could, swallowing his liquid lust like an elixir.
He held and caressed him as he came down from his high, kissing his inner thighs and hip bones. He sat up looking at Alastor’s slackened face. He tentatively redid his pants, ignoring how painfully hard he himself was. He cupped one of his cheeks, saying in a mild voice, “Hey.” He was shallowly breathing out of his mouth, looking up at him with a dazed expression. He looks so delicate, incomparable to the radio demon. He leaned down and kissed his forehead, exactly the spot where he had gotten shot. He mumbled, “Safe to say you enjoyed that?” He let out a tired laugh, shutting his eyes.
“Yeah.” He stopped to draw in a shuddering breath, opening his eyes, “Safe to say.” He rested his warm screen on Alastor’s moist forehead, holding him close. There were no words that could describe the feeling between them then. Well, there was one. One that neither of them would dare to utter, one that would forever be felt but never vocalized. It hummed between them, bringing a blush to their faces and a warmth to their souls.
Alastor said under his breath, “That felt really fucking good.” A spark jumped from his antenna, a stupidly happy feeling bubbling up in him. He laughed out, “Good.” Alastor sighed, hooking a leg around his waist. He scrunched up his pointed nose, “I feel sticky.” Vox snorted, raking his hand through his hair. “I can draw you up in a bath.” Alastor hummed in approval, fluttering his eyes open. Vox sat up, holding the limp man in his lap. He stood up, laughing when the deer demon refused to unwrap his legs around him. Alastor said in a low voice, “Will you join me?” He blushed, a big smile over taking his screen. “Was that a rhetorical?” They both laughed softly, looking way too vulnerable for two bloodthirsty overlords.
Alastor leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on his silicone lips, wrapping his arms around his neck. Vox dreamily sighed, walking them back to the bathroom as he held his lover against him.