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When he had come crashing down in hell, Vox had expected many things. First off, he had expected to be there, since he wasn’t exactly what you’d call a saint. He had expected that he would thrive as much as he did, and that he would continue climbing his way to the top even in his after-life. What he had not expected was to fall head over heels in love with a sadistic, cannibalistic, serial killer with very pretty eyes. Even more shocking, that said psycho would love him back.
Love! He was loved by the Radio Demon, Alastor loved him. And he loved Alastor. He was bursting at the seams with it, wanting to shout it out at the rooftops. He didn’t of course, even if he technically could do it, but he didn’t think it would really profit his steadily growing image. So he settled on showing it to Alastor instead, in the form of endless compliments and thoughtful gifts that made him blush that addicting shade of red. But, like with all new relationships, it didn’t come without bumps in the road.
The biggest bump being the sex. Or, the lack of sex more specifically. They had been together for almost half a year now, but had yet to do more than some heavy petting over the clothes. Not that there wasn’t want for it, or tension.
Christ, was there tension. And want, god how he wanted Alastor. Vox felt like a teenager who just had discovered sex, it was really fucking distracting. It started when they had kissed, the sweet memory of the first one locked up safely in the deepest part of his digital brain, which had led to even more kisses. Which then led to the hottest make out sessions Vox had ever experienced, in life and death. He sometimes ended up literally steaming from it, the feeling of having Alastor pressed up against him or straddling his hips while he did things with his mouth that felt so good they should be illegal.
So yeah, he was pent up as hell and more than ready to fuck Alastor into the next week, or get fucked, he really wasn’t picky. But Alastor expected him to be a gentleman, so he would be the best damn gentleman there had ever been. Besides, he didn’t want to risk coming off as too forward, or accidentally push him into anything. The Radio Demon was from the thirties after all, and Vox knew how much he valued good manners and proper courting. If he asked any of Alastor’s earlier partners they would most likely agree with that, though Vox really couldn’t give a shit about what they had to say. In short, he wanted it to be perfect, because Alastor was perfect, and he deserved the best. Vox had been in the driver’s seat the way up to their first date and kiss, so now he would let the other set the pace, as slow as he needed. This wasn’t a one-night stand with some rando, this was about someone he loved very much and wanted to be good for, he could keep it in his pants for a while.
Even if he was going a bit crazy, he was in a weird state of pretty much constant horniness. He tried to deal with it by himself, but every time he jerked off he could only think about what it would be like if it was Alastor’s slender fingers that was wrapped around him, or how that long tongue would feel on his dick, and that didn’t help at all. It mostly left him even more wanting than before.
The most difficult times were the ones like this night. He had taken Alastor out for dinner, like he had done a lot of times the past months. There was starting to come down some real interesting stuff from the living world, new arrivals bringing ideas and trends everyday. They also brought recipes, which was great because it meant that there was always some new restaurant opening he could invite Alastor to. He was a bit of a foodie, going off a mile a minute about what spices were used and what they added to the dish. Vox wasn’t a cooking enthusiast, not at all, but most of the stuff was tasty and he liked to listen to Alastor’s passionate ramblings. It had become the standard that they went back to Alastor’s apartment together at the end of their dates, to have a drink or listen to a new record Vox had bought. And to make out on Alastor’s very comfortable couch.
Some smooching should not be able to get Vox this worked up. His main sin might be pride, but he indulged in his fair share of lust back on earth, from affairs to orgies. But none of those filthy things could compete with this, the feeling of pressing Alastor down into the cushions, losing his breath from kissing him over and over again. It would be embarrassing if it wasn’t so fucking hot. The only removed piece of clothing was his own tie which he had thrown away at some point to allow Alastor more access to his neck. He had also risked unbuttoning the other’s shirt a bit, only to almost short circuit when he was met with a chest adorned with a fine layer of fur. It was the softest thing he’d ever felt, but Alastor sent him a look that dared him to even mention it, so he kept his cooing to himself. It slipped his mind quickly as soon as his tongue twisted around Alastor’s own anyway.
He couldn’t stop his hips from bucking when Alastor sucked a hickey to the base of his throat, gasping pathetically at the minimal stimulation. Hopefully the other didn’t notice his hard-on since that would be a bit awkward to explain, but honestly, it was kinda impossible to think about anything right now that wasn’t Alastor. His senses were flooded with him, all he could see was his smile and shining, ruby eyes, while the smell of his shampoo and the taste of his kisses made his head spin. He uncontrollably ground his hips again, heat in his gut tightening alarmingly much at the sensation, but also from Alastor’s answering moan into their kiss. Fuck. He had never made those kinda sounds before, this wasn’t fair. Vox wanted to drag more of those incredible noises from him, until Alastor was a blissed-out, quivering mess underneath him. The tension inside was reaching risky levels, which made red alerts start to blare in his mind.
He had to retreat, even if it was going to be physically painful to do so. But he wouldn’t be able to look Alastor in the eyes ever again if he came in his pants right there and then. He steadied himself with a hand on the couch’s backrest and pulled away, chest heaving.
“I gotta go, have to- mmph.” Alastor dragged him back down by his collar before he could finish. He almost whimpered as he gently bit down on Vox’s bottom lip before dragging his tongue over it. Somehow he managed to draw back again, but he had to take several gasping breaths of air to make his mind get up to speed.
“I have to finish up that commercial, got a deadline tomorrow and it’s getting kinda late.” He did have to do that, but he would be able to finish it in less than thirty minutes, so it wasn’t his best excuse.
“You could stay if you’d like.” Thankfully Alastor wasn’t able to see the shocked expression on his screen when he presented the offer, since he had gone back pressing fluttering kisses against Vox’s neck. He bit back a moan, claws digging into the couch to try and keep his composure.
”S-stay?” Sharp teeth grazed the thin skin and his breath hitched on the word, feeling Alastor’s smile grow at his reaction.
“Spend the night, I mean.” The kisses trailed lower towards his open collar and Vox couldn’t stop the sound of want from escaping this time. He would like nothing more than to cuddle and trade sweet kisses until the sun went up, but he really didn’t trust his own self restraint if he were in a bed with Alastor right now, awake or asleep. And yes, they had been on a date beforehand, it would be a pretty good moment to seal the deal, but it wasn’t the moment that he had built up in his mind. Summoning all of his strength, he pulled back a bit more earnestly, sitting back on his heels.
“Thanks, but I really do have to go.” For a moment it looked like Alastor was disappointed, but that couldn’t be right, so he wrote it off as his own wishful thinking. Just to be sure, he brought one of the other’s delicate hands up to his lips and kissed it apologetically.
“I’m sorry doll, another time.” Success, Alastor was charmed and gave him an affectionate smile, which he returned in tenfold before he got to his feet. The straight walk to the hallway was a bit awkward because of his fucking boner, but he subtly adjusted himself to hide it a bit better. He grabbed his coat from the hook and draped it over his arm, since he really couldn’t bear any more suffocating layers right now, he was running hot as it was, thank you very much. His hand was on the doorhandle when Alastor’s voice made him stop in his tracks.
“Forgetting something?” He turned around to where the other was still splayed out over the couch, Vox’s tie dangling from a red claw held in the air. He brought up a hand to his shirtcollar by reflex, flushing a bit when he realized that it was still open for all of hell to see. He hastily redid the buttons as he took a step back into the room to grab the tie.
“Ah, right. Thanks, not a great look for me to walk around like…uh.” He trailed off when Alastor impossibly gracefully stood up from the couch, looking like sex personified with his shirt half open and lips kiss-swollen. Vox’s mouth went dry and he swallowed audibly as Alastor walked up to him, long limbs moving like liquid. He put the tie around his neck, fixing his collar since Vox had done the buttons wrong in his rush. They were so close that he could count Alastor’s long, ridiculously pretty eyelashes, and he had to think some very unsexy thoughts when clever fingers started to expertly do his tie. He was stupidly good at that, and very skilled with his hands, his gorgeous, beautiful hands that would be fucking perfect to pin down to the mattress while- Jesus Christ, he was actually going to cream his pants if he stayed here for another minute.
His claws dug into his own palms painfully hard from the overbearing lust to forget all of his manners and carry Alastor away to his bedroom. Satisfied with the tie, Alastor looked up at him again, their lips almost brushing against each other. Those hands rested on his chest, most likely able to feel Vox’s racing heartbeat through the thin material.
“I’ll call tomorrow.” Alastor nodded in acceptance before he pressed a tender kiss to the corner of his mouth, making Vox’s eyes flutter closed for a moment. He opened them and met Alastor’s fond gaze, a red claw lightly tracing the bottom of his screen.
“Good night Vox.”
”Good ni-” Embarrassment flooded through his already overheated body when his voice cracked, sounding like the horny teenager he felt like. Alastor’s eyes danced in amusement as Vox cleared his throat, fiddling with his perfectly done tie as he started to back away towards the front door. Remembering his problem that now was back in full force he swirled around, looking over his shoulder to say his goodbyes.
“Yeah, night Al, good night. I’ll see you around, or here, or at my place! I can make coffee. We can talk about it tomorrow, since I’m going to call- ow, fuck.” Alastor snorted as he very smoothly threw the door open straight into his own face. This was starting to become humiliating. He rubbed at the sore spot and looked up to joke about it, or do something to not feel like an absolute dork. He opened his mouth, but closed it again when he completely blanked on what to say, squirming a bit when Alastor raised an amused eyebrow. Probably best just to run away before this escalated further. He pointed a finger-gun out the door.
“I’m just…gonna go now, love you, bye.” Slamming the door shut behind him, he managed two steps down the hall before his knees buckled and he had to lean against the wall for a bit, hand clutching at his heart that was beating out of his chest.
It was going to be worth it in the end, having Alastor more than made up for every night spent aching with want in his cold, empty bed. He just hoped he didn’t embarrass himself too much, or died of sexual frustration, before the day arrived.