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Alastor was in a bit of a predicament.
Over the last few months, he and Vox had grown rather intimate.
It came as a shock to him when he realized that he actually enjoyed the TV demon’s company. Some that he had previously thought impossible. After their first meeting, he could tell from the start that he’d have no patience at all for the loud, egotistical man. It drove him insane how the other sinner would prattle along about his latest gadgets and sing praises for technology that grated on Alastor’s nerves like nothing he had ever experienced before. Then there was the absolutely shameless Vox acted, constantly cracking sexual jokes, not caring at all who was in the room with him when he made them.
Then one night, there was a change between them. One that Alastor hadn’t taken into consideration that could even happen.
The two of them had been out drinking together. It wasn’t one of Alastor's preferred past times, at least not one he partook in with any company around. Normally, going out with others was a waste of his time, especially when he had much more important work that needed to be done, but the other Overlord had managed to convince him through some way or another, the particular details of that night have mostly been forgotten.
Except for one that still stood out in his mind.
The two of them were slumped together on the bar top, bleary eyed and barely able to move outside of bringing their glasses up to their lips and taking long drinks. He remembered as his whiskey burned its way down his throat that vaguely wondered how the TV demon was even able to consume liquid without causing some issues with his electronics. After all, no one in their right mind would pour alcohol on any kind of electrical components, but he decided not to call it into question.
Time passed by him in a blur of talking, drinking, and frankly by the end of the night staring off into space. All he remembered was at some point, Vox decided to lean into his shoulder, resting his bulky head right against Alastor before mumbling out, “Ya know…we…should do this more often…I like being with you…”
Unsure with how to answer that, Alastor chose to ignore the other demon for a while. Part of him was ready to immediately tell Vox that the feeling was not mutual and perhaps he should go find someone else’s shoulder to lay on.
But the words never came out.
Instead, he turned around in his seat to try and get a better view of Vox. His fellow Overlord looked rather content resting that bulky head of his on Alastor, hell for a moment he had thought the other demon had fallen asleep for a moment, but the sight of Vox raising his glass up to take another drink dashed that theory away. While he was tired of being touched in this way, part of him couldn’t find the words to disturb the demon, especially when looked so at peace.
With a soft sigh, Alastor lifted a hand up and gently patted Vox on the knee. It was one of the few times he had ever initiated contact between the two of them, but he had hoped the simple action would catch Vox’s attention.
“Perhaps you’re right, old pal. I mean, at least I can tolerate you better when you’re like this.”
An amused chuckle escaped Vox as he leaned in even closer. So much so that Alastor could almost taste Vox’s scent on his tongue. It was unique to say the least, an odd mixture of cologne and something metallic that always seemed to follow the sinner no matter where he went. He glanced down in time to watch Vox’s eyes begin to slip shut, feeling all too warm as the mix of Vox’s body temperature and the alcohol in his system made the room feel absolutely sweltering.
“Right back at you…fuckin’ tacky asshole. Now let me just…”
Vox never did finish his thought that night. Almost immediately, he fell asleep on Alastor, the Radio Demon in charge of dragging his sorry ass out of the bar and footing the bill. Something that he made sure to remind Vox of from time to time whenever he needed a gentle reminder that he’s not always as prim and proper as he pretends to be.
Alastor shook his head softly at the memory, letting out a little chuckle as he shifted around on his bed. Some time has passed since that occurrence, and from then on their relationship continued to change in ways he never imagined happening.
It started off small. Vox would come up behind him and gently brush his hand against Alastor’s shoulder as they reviewed plans together. Those then morphed into lingering touches on his lower back whenever Vox needed to slide past him, regardless if he was in a rush or not. Eventually, they even started dancing together after a couple of drinks in the privacy of Vox’s office. The TV demon would pull Alastor close, whispering sweet words in his ear while soft music played over the radio.
He couldn’t think of those moments without looking back on the first time Vox kissed him. It had been a surprise to say the least, an event that happened in the heat of the moment after a particularly nasty afternoon meeting gone wrong.
They had just left Carmilla’s building, she had summoned every Overlord in the city for a meeting to go over plans for an upcoming extermination, how to prepare for it and which. Both of them saw it as nothing but a waste of their time since they knew better than to try and tangle with an Exorcist that came down on that dreadful day, but Vox had insisted that they go as a sign of good faith. Alastor had wanted to argue, but he couldn’t find it within himself to say no to the other demon. As they walked down the street, a group of ruffians had decided to try and jump them.
Normally, Alastor wouldn’t have had any problem dispatching some lesser demons, after he had consumed thousands of souls before, what were a handful of meager sinners?
Except he wasn’t expecting for one of them to sneak up on him.
He didn’t know how the fool managed to get a hold of an angelic blade, but he could still recall the feeling when that sharp metal pierced his chest, just inches away from where his heart was. The first thought that had gone through his mind when he looked down at the knife was that it was the end for him. That he would go down before he had the chance to do what he was meant to do down in Hell.
However, luck appeared to be on his side. Vox had managed to dispose of the demon, ruthlessly tearing into the worthless sack of meat and bones. If he had been more coherent, he would’ve revealed in the trash’s screams, but instead he remembered lying on the sidewalk. Breathing heavy as he waited to either fade into nothingness or for someone to pull him out of the darkness that blurred his vision.
“Fuck, Alastor. I’m so sorry, just. Fuck hold still.” He screamed out in agony as Vox ripped the knife out of his back, tossing it off to the side before the TV demon rolled Alastor over. He blinked out his bleary eyes, squinting as the harsh red light of the pentagram filled his sight. A choked cry off to his side drew his gaze over, making him barely turn his head towards the deep voice. It took a minute for his vision to adjust, but he managed to focus in time to see Vox kneeling above him. Tears welled up in those digital eyes, making him feel something unfamiliar stir in his chest. As he opened his mouth to ask what had happened, a pair of staticky lips covered his own, kissing the air out of him as Vox held a hand over his wound.
The contact was over almost as soon as it began. When Vox pulled away, he turned his attention to Alastor’s chest, doing his best to heal the wound while Alastor recovered on the pavement. Usually he preferred to treat his own injuries, but as he watched Vox work diligently over him, he couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of warmth that flooded throughout his body. It was almost peaceful.
Vox helped him stand up, wrapping a strong arm around Alastor’s midsection. Once he was stabilized, they made the journey back to their headquarters. The journey there felt longer than it actually was, but once they were safely inside of the building, Vox pulled Alastor in for another kiss, this one was more desperate, almost like he was pouring all of his heart into it to try and convey to Alastor how he felt.
A shiver went down Alastor's spine when Vox pulled away and pressed one last kiss to his forehead, whispering out, “Christ, I thought I lost you…”
But ever since that day, Alastor never let it go any further.
It pained him that he had certain hang ups when it came to the more intimate areas of his relationship with Vox, and deep down he knew it hurt the other demon as well. They had tried, multiple times, to go further than kissing or gentle touches, but it was almost as if something in his brain reverted him from letting go.
Which shouldn’t have come as that much of a shock to him. After all, remaining in control was one of the most important parts of his entire persona as the Radio Demon. He’s the one who pulled the strings from behind the scenes while others floundered at his feet, always guessing what his next move would be.
Which is what led him to where he is currently, up in his bedroom thinking of ideas to try and help him loosen the metaphorical reins he had gripped so tightly on his hands. Several ideas had already passed through his mind, but he disregarded them quickly. Only one in particular stood out to him, but he wasn’t quite sure if Vox would go for it…
The sound of the door to his bedroom opening snapped Alastor out of his thoughts. His eyes flew to where Vox stood. He felt the ever present smile on his face grow slightly as the other Overlord walked across the small room, ridding himself of his jacket before he flopped down on the bed next to Alastor.
“Man what a fucking day.” Vox lifted one hand up to rub at his eyes, “You wouldn’t believe some of the dumb shit those lower demons ask of me. Like, I’m fucking good at what I do, but I’m not a damn miracle worker!”
Alastor hummed softly and moved to lay beside his partner, resting one hand on Vox’s stomach. Lightly, he traced random patterns across the taut flesh. He knew it was an easy way to calm his partner down. Vox absolutely craved physical contact on a regular basis, but when he’s had a rough day like he claimed to have had, it was the best thing Alastor could do for him in that moment.
A few beats passed between them as Alastor continued to listen to Vox’s ranting and ravings. It never ceased to amaze him just how passionate Vox felt about his job. Even though the red-headed Overlord didn’t quite understand everything his partner said, it still stirred something within him that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
“…But yeah that was the bulk of it. What about you? Any new deals struck or anything exciting happen in your world today?” Vox turned his head slightly, catching Alastor’s eye and causing a pleasant flutter to go through his chest when he saw how much adoration sparkled in those red eyes.
“Nothing much to report.” He trailed his hand up Vox’s body, noticing how the TV demon’s breath hitched when his fingertips glided over the firm pectoral muscles, rubbing them gently as he continued, “Stopped by and saw Rosie for a bit but outside of that I’ve been up here, thinking.”
Vox hesitated. He hadn’t been around the leader of Cannibal Town very much outside of the meetings they all attended, but Alastor knew that his partner was usually careful around her. After all, the little dame was the closest thing he had to a best friend in Hell outside of Vox himself. He knew the last thing Vox wanted to do was upset her or accidentally say anything bad about her to Alastor.
“Yeah? Was it a good visit?” The words were said slowly, with a little pause in between them like he were defusing a bomb instead of simply asking Alastor how his day went.
“Hm, I would say it was, yes.” Alastor turned on his side so he could stare down at his partner’s screen. Offering one of his more genuine smiles, he leaned down and placed a small kiss to the corner of Vox’s bulky head, “Although if I were to be honest, I spent most of my day thinking about you, Vox.”
There was a pause. One that seemed to stretch on for hours when in reality it was only a few moments at best. The TV demon seemed to be processing the words, turning them over in his head before he slowly worked out, “Oh? And what’s been going on in that twisted mind of yours?”
“Well…” He trailed off, resting his hand right above his partner’s heart. Faintly, he could feel the thrum of it beating beneath his fingertips. There had been many nights where he fell asleep to the sound of the steady rhythm, allowing it to lure him down into the depths of slumber while Vox held him tightly in the very bed they laid in.
But it was different now. The organ was practically beating out of Vox’s ribcage, much too rapid to be considered normal by most definitions. Although, Alastor knew he could blame it on their close contact. It was rare enough he instigated anything between them, and given that he’s already both touched and kissed his fellow Overlord, he was certain Vox was about ready to explode with joy.
Or arousal if he were to be completely honest.
“I’ve been wanting for us to try something. I believe it would be…beneficial to both of us and perhaps serve as a way for us to relieve some much needed stress?” Slowly, Alastor sat up and stretched his arms over his head. He could practically feel Vox’s stare burning holes into the back of his shirt, which is exactly what he wanted at that moment. Looking down, he flashed Vox a smirk and cocked his head to the side in mock innocence, “Do I have your attention?”
Eagerly, Vox nodded, sitting up alongside Alastor and grabbing one of the demon’s hands in his own, “Yeah, yeah. What do you have in mind?”
Vox’s eagerness caused heat to rise up to Alastor’s face. The words he wanted to say were right in the tip of his tongue, sitting there waiting to be spoken, but he found that trying to say them out loud almost seemed silly. Embarrassment began to fill his entire being, but in an attempt to drive it off, Alastor took a deep breath and closed his eyes for just a moment to ground himself. He knew that Vox would wait as long as he wanted him to, that the TV demon would rather be torn apart limb from limb versus miss out on anything he had to say.
“I know that you want to get more physical with our relationship.” He said the words slowly, focusing on each one as they tumbled freely from their lips, “You’ve been more than patient with my various…boundaries in regards to that, and I’d like to do those activities with you, but there’s something holding me back.”
He heard Vox swallow audibly next to him, and he squeezed his partner’s hand as a sign of reassurance. Turning to face Vox fully, Alastor tried his best to sound gentle as he explained, “It’s nothing you’ve done. I-I have issues letting others take charge. I’ve always been this way even was I was a human.”
Vox looked a little lost but regardless he nodded along to Alastor’s words. A little thrill went through the Radio Demon when he saw just the faintest hint of a tent in Vox’s slacks. A clear sign that at least the other demon was interested in him in that sense and that his proposition wouldn’t be for nothing.
“So I have an idea.” Alastor turned his smile up even more so, to the point where it almost hurt his face to keep the grin in place, “You know that clever power of hypnosis you have? The one that you use on the other lowly sinners to get them to do as your heart desires? I was thinking, if you could use a fraction of that power on me, perhaps it would relax me enough to allow you to place your hands on me in the way I know you truly want. Is that something you are interested in?”
“Fuck yeah!”
Alastor flinched at Vox’s sudden outburst. He couldn’t help the shocked laugh that spilled past his lips as Vox immediately moved to straddle his waist, leaning down to kiss him deeply. Feedback filled the air as his hands flew up on their own, placing them firmly on that strong chest so he could gently move his partner back, “Easy there, Vox. I want you to listen to me before you get lost in that big ole head of yours.”
The brief look of disappointment that flashed across Vox’s face could’ve been described as adorable if it didn’t come across such a bulky looking head. At the very least, it made Alastor chuckle as he leaned forward to place a chase kiss against Vox’s mouth.
“This is just for tonight only because I want to experience you, all of you. However, this does not mean you can use that power on me whenever you wish. If you decide to abuse it, I will personally put a stop to it.” He allowed his eyes to flash to their dial form for a brief moment while the lights in the bedroom flickered. It was a cheap trick, sure, but effective enough that it made Vox shudder in his lap before slowly nodding along.
“Good. Now then. I want you to use them lightly. Since this will be my first time, I’d rather have some memory of it-“
“Wait, I’ll be your first?”
Alastor stopped mid-sentence to properly look at Vox once more. An indescribable emotion flickered across the Overlord’s bright blue screen. It was hard to pin exactly what it was, but the closest thing Alastor could akin it to was pure happiness.
Sighing softly, he flicked his gaze away. He knew that the blush that had been on his face earlier was now back in full force. His bedroom felt like the thermostat had been turned up by ten degrees as he slowly muttered out, “My first both in this life and my previous one. It’s not something I would offer to you if I wasn’t serious, Vox.”
His partner stayed silent for a moment, and for a brief instance Alastor was worried he had upset Vox by making his lack of experience known. However, when blue tipped claws grasped his chin and made him turn his attention back to Vox’s red eyes, he could help but sigh in relief when he saw joy was etched into Vox’s features instead of annoyance.
“I’ll do whatever you ask me to do. Anything to make this the best experience you’ve ever had.” The words were whispered out as one claw gently thumbed along Alastor’s lower lip, “I can make it to where you feel relaxed under my touch. Still conscious in your decisions but your body would feel heavy and maybe your mind would be a bit foggy but still coherent. Does that sound good to you?”
Slowly, Alastor processed everything Vox had said. That type of scenario sounded like exactly what he needed. If he were able to move around freely there’s too great a chance he’d instinctually try to resist his partner’s advances instead of encouraging them like he wanted to.
“Yes…just tell me what I need to do.” He flicked his eyes up to Vox and gasped slightly when he saw the left one was already enlarged. Swirling black rings danced in the red sclera, drawing Alastor’s attention in.
“Look at you, you’re already doing it, Al. You’re being so good for me. Just keep staring for a few more moments.” Vox used his free hand to start unbuttoning Alastor’s shirt, pushing the material down past his arms as he continued to stare into Vox’s swirling eye, “Your body should start feeling like lead at any moment now. However, if this gets to be too much at any point, I want you to flatten both of your ears against your head. Do you understand me?”
Unable to look away from that red iris, Alastor gave a quick nod as an answer. As each second passed, he could feel himself sinking deeper under Vox’s spell. Warmth flooded over his body as the TV demon smiled down at him and murmured out, “Good. Here, let’s go ahead and lay you back.”
Alastor swallowed hard as a heavy weight settled over his chest. It wasn’t quite suffocating, but it felt unpleasant at first until he got used to it. He allowed Vox to all but rip his shirt free from his arms and toss it over to a corner somewhere before he found himself flat on his back.
“Wh-What comes next, Vox?” His tongue felt like it was weighed down as well, but he was still able to speak for the most part. He watched through his hazy vision as Vox made quick work of his own clothes. Stripping the brown sweater off to flaunt that perfectly sculpted chest, followed by the removal of his pants, underwear and shoes.
As each article of clothing hit the floor, Alastor couldn’t help but feel his pulse quicken at the sight of his partner’s body. Every inch of Vox’s form was sheer perfection. All hard lines and firm muscles that he’s had the pleasure of tracing with his fingertips before, but not much else.
“Well…” Vox started as he climbed back over Alastor, reaching down to fiddle with the sinner’s own belt buckle and zipper. A hiss escaped from between his clenched teeth as his pants were pulled down, exposing his aching member to the cool air around him.
“First, I’m going to prep you. I doubt you have any lube up here knowing how you are, so you’ll need to suck my fingers first.” Alastor flinched slightly when three digits were placed against his lips. Vox looked almost disappointed for a brief moment before using the fingers instead to stroke Alastor’s cheek, “Or if you don’t want me to enter you we can try something else?”
“N-No.” He mumbled the word out, eyes half focused on Vox’s hand, “Just caught me off guard. Bring them here, please Vox..”
His partner smiled softly and moved the digits back to Alastor’s lips. Slowly, he took them in his mouth and lazily lapped at them with his tongue. Above him, Vox moaned softly, using his free hand to reach down and stroke himself as Alastor suckled on the digits.
“Christ, Al. You look so good with your lips wrapped around me.” Vox flicked his thumb over the head of his cock, moaning softly as the tip picked up a bead of precum and smeared it around the top of the leaking prick, “Wonder what you’d look like sucking me off. Bet you’d be absolutely gorgeous.”
Alastor whimpered under the slight praise, he wanted to do nothing more than to turn away from the all too sweet words, but he couldn’t help but keep his eyes on Vox. The dizzying sensation from the Overlord’s spell made his entire head swim as several new feelings assaulted his body.
It only took a few more harsh sucks from his end before Vox tore the fingers away with a groan. He gently shushed Alastor when the Radio Demon whined at the last of contact, “Shh, just relax, darling. I’m about to make you feel really good.”
Not given a chance to respond, Alastor gasped softly when he felt one slick digit pressed against his tight hole. It took a moment of pushing and prodding before Vox was able to get it inside, but once it did it felt electrifying setting his nerves alight as one finger quickly turned into two.
“That’s it, look at you, Alastor. You’re taking my fingers so well. It’s almost like your body was made for me.”
A whine slipped past his lips as the digits spread wide inside of him. It was odd to say the least. To have the dual sensation of his body floating while waves of pleasure racked through him wasn’t exactly bad, but it was a combination he had never considered before.
“V-Vox. Pl-Please.” He mumbled the words out, his tongue felt heavier with each passing moment as his partner worked those thick fingers in and out of his hole. Wet squelching sounds filled the air as the other Overlord picked up his pace. Almost to the point where he was slamming his hand inside of Alastor, making the demon’s back arch with a moan.
“I don't want to hurt you.” Vox leaned down and placed a kiss to his cheek, using his free hand to reach up and stroke one of Alastor’s sensitive ears in an attempt to comfort him. It wasn’t an action that he’d normally allow for Vox to perform, but with the hypnosis in effect, he couldn’t help but lean into the touch. Almost purring with delight as the soft sparks of pleasure danced across his scalp, coupled with that floating feeling, it felt like he was in heaven despite knowing fully where he had ended up.
He allowed Vox to continue his ministrations for just a little while longer. Unable to really do much other than hum along and moan whenever a spot deep inside of him was pressed against. Peering down through bleary eyes, he could see his own cock was hard, dripping against his stomach and bouncing gently as Vox moved within him. The way the wet tip slapped against his belly lit something inside of him, a primal fire than he had rarely ever felt before.
“I think I’m ready.” His speech was a little bit slurred on the last word, but Vox seemed to have gotten the message. A little whine spilled free from Alastor at the fingers were gone, leaving him achingly empty.
Thankfully, the hollow feeling didn’t last much longer. Soon enough, Vox’s hands were spreading his thighs apart. His gaze snapped down to Vox’s rather large erection, the weeping member was bright blue in color, standing out for his partner’s darker navy body. Part of him wondered if he’d be able to see it once it was buried deep inside of him since it glowed in the dim light of the room, but the thought was quickly dismissed when he felt the fat cock head press against his hole.
“Are you sure?”
Looking up, Alastor saw that Vox’s entire body was wound tighter than a bow string. The other sinner looked absolutely ready to destroy him in the best possible ways. It was practically painted across his body language, but he hesitated. Waiting for Alastor to give his consent that this was something he wanted.
Which made his heart flutter more than it should’ve.
Not trusting his voice, Alastor spread his legs even further apart, giving his fellow Overlord a chance to look at his stretched out hole. That seemed to be all it took to make Vox snap. Within an instant, the other demon was sheathed completely inside of him, stretching Alastor to his limits as he was filled to the brim.
“Fuck!”
They both swore at the same time as they grew accustomed to the way the other’s body felt. Alastor was panting as he got used to the large intrusion. Brief flickers of pain danced over him, only for them to be buried underneath the weightless feeling he felt a moment later. At least the action wasn’t enough to snap him out from Vox’s spell, but he could tell it came pretty close.
“I’m gonna move now. Remember to flatten your ears down if it gets to be too much.” Vox whispered the words out as he slowly moved forward. A hiss escaped Alastor as Vox rocked into him. It was strange, not entirely uncomfortable but foreign as the thick length moved inside of him. The way that the swollen cock head dragged against his walls made his entire body quake beneath his partner’s.
It hardly took any time at all for them to fall into a steady rhythm. Once the dull ache of being stretched out went away, Alastor found himself enjoying the act. Moaning softly as Vox’s pace increased bit by bit, until the TV demon was properly fucking into him with a snarl.
“Fuck, Alastor. You feel so good.” Vox grunted above him as he drove his cock in deeper. The lewd sound of skin slapping skin filled the air as he picked up his pace, fucking into Alastor hard enough to make the sinner’s back arch, “Been wanting this, wanting you for so long now. Fuck!”
Alastor felt as if he were floating. Prickles of pleasure lit up his skin, but above him he watched as his partner came undone from being inside of him. The feeling was…pleasant to say the least. Not nearly as bad as he had expected, but he had a gut feeling that being partially under Vox’s spell had something to do with that.
Raising a hand up, Alastor sunk his claws into the firm flesh of Vox’s back, lazily dragging them down the smooth skin. The response was almost instant, the TV demon’s screen lit up, showering Alastor in light for just a moment before it settled down. A guttural growl left Vox’s mouth as he lifted one of Alastor’s legs up, pressing in even deeper than before while a free hand reached up to squeeze one of Alastor’s pectorals.
“Look at you, so fucking perfect for me.” A harsh pant escaped Vox before he dug his own claws deep into Alastor’s chest, drawing a small amount of blood as he continued the brutal pace, “So wet and tight. Should’ve done this sooner, fuck imagine what you’d be like if you were fully at my mercy, begging for my cock.”
Fighting the urge to argue with his partner, Alastor simply moved his hips in time with Vox’s meagerly trying to match the rhythm that had been established. But his head felt too full. Instead, he allowed his body to relax entirely, letting his head fall backwards so he could watch Vox move above him, fascinated by the pleasure danced across his fellow Overlord’s face.
“Hm, Vox. You’re big I’ll give you that.” A weak moan slipped from his lips as a spot deep inside of him was struck. He could feel the pull of Vox’s spell tug at the corners of his mind, tempting him to dive deeper into it, but he managed to resist for the time being. This wasn’t something he wanted to forget, especially when he doesn’t know when he’ll next have the nerve to ask for something like this, “But you’re prattling on again, old friend. Should you use this chance to show me what I’ve been missing out on this entire time?”
That seemed to spark something within his partner. Without another word, Vox renewed his pace with vigor. Slamming into Alastor so hard that the bed shook beneath them.
Alastor gasped softly when he felt a hand enclosed around his member, steadily pumping the hard flesh. He flicked his eyes up in time to watch Vox leaned down and kiss him, hard. A groan slipped past his lips when a staticky tongue slid into his mouth, wrapping around his own as Vox continued to drive into that one spot with alarming accuracy.
It didn’t take much more for Alastor to reach his own end, just a few firm strokes and harsh thrust from Vox before he was whimpering into the Overlord’s mouth. His back arched as he painted their stomachs with his release, creating a sticky mess between the two of them.
One that Vox seemed to rather enjoy.
“Shit, look how much you gave for me, Alastor!” Vox pulled away from the kiss with a smile, shamelessly staring down at their thoroughly coated stomachs, “Must’ve had a lot saved for me. If you want I’ll milk every drop out of you.”
A shiver passed through him when he saw that Vox’s left eye widened at the words, the spinning circles were present once more in the sclera. While it was tempting to gaze into it, Alastor wretched his own shut, determined to stay somewhat in control with how far Vox was allowed to push him under.
If the act upset his partner, at the very least he didn’t vocalize it. Instead, Vox just moaned loudly above him. Filling the air with the desperate sounds along with the squeaks that came from the old bed frame beneath them. Vox seemed to be at his end, slamming into Alastor with enough force to make his teeth clack together, causing him to bite his tongue several times.
“God, yes! That’s it, Al! Cumming, oh fuck! Here it comes!”
Vox pushed into the hilt one last time causing Alastor to whimper when he felt that swollen length twitch deep inside of him. Spilling hot seed and flooding his entire body with liquid warmth. A weak whine left him as Vox rode out his orgasm, whispering just how amazing Alastor was before pulling out with a groan.
Alastor winced when he felt his partner’s seed begin to leak from his aching hole, dribbling down his thighs until it landed on the mattress beneath him. His entire body still felt like it was made of lead as the fluid spilled out, unable to sit up and take care of the mess himself.
Luckily, Vox saw just how much was spilling from Alastor and quickly got off the bed to go and get a rag from the adjacent bathroom. Patiently, Alastor waited for the TV demon to clean him up, humming a random tune softly as the sticky fluid was removed from his skin.
“I suppose it’s time to snap you out a it.” A click rang out in the air and Alastor found himself able to move again. His head hurt slightly and felt kind of off, but he could no longer feel the overwhelming presence of Vox in his mind.
A small chuckle left his lips as feeling returned back to each of his limps. Slowly, he sat up in the bed and pulled Vox in for a gentle kiss. The pair moaned softly into each other's mouths whispering small praises for another.
When they finally parted, Alastor felt his face heat up as the memories of their coupling played through his head. It was a rather enjoyable experience and one that deep down he’d hope to do again soon.
“So, think you’d be willing to do this again with out the spell?” Alastor was broken out of his thoughts by Vox’s soft words. He released a pleased hum and moved to rest his head on Vox’s shoulder, similar to how the sinner leaned on him all those nights ago in the bar.
“Perhaps I wouldn’t be opposed to it.” He laced their fingers together and squeezed them softly, offering Vox a coy look as he all but whispered out, “If you promise to make me feel like that even without your powers coming into play.”
Vox paused for a brief moment before a wide smile flickered across his screen. Within an instant, he was on top of Alastor once more, kissing him fiercely as their bodies tangled in the sheets.
The Overlord lost track of how many times they came together that night, only that both of them passed out somewhere in the middle of it since he awoke with his partner still buried deep inside of him. Although, he couldn’t find himself upset at the idea. Instead, he laid there and softly stroked Vox’s back while he slumbered, pondering what else may be in store for the two of them now…