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Alastor grins, tracing the opening of his glass with one finger. Across from him, Vincent is yammering on about a partnership offer or something, he isn't truly listening.
The bar around them is noisy and slightly crowded, but Alastor is too tipsy and lost in thought to mind it. Recently he's noticed the way Vincent reacts when he looks into his eyes and smiles, or when they brush hands while walking side-by-side. It's such a small reaction that Alastor barely noticed it, but once he did, he began doing things just to see if Vincent would react the same way. He couldn't quite place it, but it seemed almost embarrassed, or flustered, even. He found it fascinating.
He started doing bigger things like touching his cheek or grabbing his shoulders which elicited even more noticeable responses from Vincent. It's obvious to Alastor now that his little friend has a bit of a crush.
He decided today he'd try and up the ante.
While Vinny continued on rambling, Alastor stretched his leg out under the table and pressed the toe of his shoe into his crotch.
Vincent yelped and stiffened. "Al? What-", he winced and scooted back in the booth as Alastor pressed down harder. "What are you DOING?"
Alastor only hummed in response, grinning salaciously and gazing into Vincent's eyes.
"Ah- Fuck, Al," Vincent whined and involuntarily bucked his hips against the shoe which only made Alastor's grin widen.
"You're pathetic, Vinny. Keep your voice down."
Vincent's blush deepened at the insult combined with the nickname. Alastor really seemed to know how to rile a man up, or maybe Vincent truly was that pathetic.
He rutted against Alastor's shoe which was now pressed almost painfully against his cock. He could hardly contain his moans as he rocked his hips as discreetly as possible under the table.
"Look at me, Vincent," Alastor demanded.
Vincent looked up slightly, face flushed and sweating, on the brink of tears. "You look utterly pitiful, my dear," he laughed, grinding his shoe and drawing a whimper out of his friend.
"Al- Al, I'm gonna-"
"Go ahead, baby, cum for me," Alastor cooed, reaching to caress Vincent's hand which was gripping the edge of table.
"oh, fuck," he finished, pressing himself harder against Alastor's fancy dress shoe as he did. He looked up, panting heavily, his cheeks flushed and his lashes stuck together from sweat and tears.
"Oh, Vinny, you look absolutely stunning like this," Alastor smiled warmly, almost mockingly.
Vincent stared at him before dropping his head against the table, defeated.