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Sandwiched between both of his boyfriends. Vox wakes up early.
He knows this because V Tower is quiet and because he is painfully aware of his body in a way that sleep usually dulls.
He doesn't move.
Lucifer is to his right, one arm looped loosely around Vox's neck, his leg resting between Vox's thighs. They're close enough that their faces are nearly touching, Lucifer angled toward him, unapologetic in his space.
Behind Vox-
Alastor.
Curled close, body pressed tightly against Vox's back. One arm loops around Vox's waist, whilst the other is wrapped around his chest. Alastor's chest rises and falls against Vox's spine in a slow, unhurried rhythm. His breath ghosts the back of Vox's neck.
Vox swallows.
This is a problem.
He becomes acutely aware of everything at once. The sensation of Lucifer's leg. The heat of Alastor's body. The way being touched on both sides leaves nowhere for that restless, electric feeling to go.
His screen flickers faintly, dimming further on instinct.
He tells himself not to think about it.
That lasts exactly half a second.
There's something about being pinned like this, contained, claimed from both directions, that sends an unwelcome spark straight through his system.
He exhales slowly.
Lucifer murmurs in his sleep, tightening his arm just a little.
Alastor presses closer, like he sensed the change.
Vox closes his eyes.
This is stupid. He doesn't want to wake either of them up. But he's growing an erection he struggles to ignore.
He can't touch himself without moving his arms and Alastor would feel that so he does the next best thing.
It being to rub his erection against Lucifer's leg.
Very slowly…
He can't let him notice. Last time he woke him, Lucifer got very angry, and it's even earlier in the morning now, so he'll be even angrier.
Fuck this is too slow…
He tries to focus on Alastor's breath, Alastor's touch, Alastor's soft cock that's pressing against Vox's ass.
Vox imagines Alastor pressing him on the bed with his hand wrapped around his neck. Sliding his cock in and out with no mercy, but it's not enough.
Lucifer has to praise him. Tell him that he's a good boy while his ass is being destroyed. Then cum as he's watching Vox cry.
That'd be perfect…
Vox's pants are starting to get wet, but he’s nowhere near an orgasm. His breathing grows heavier, his face lighting up slightly with a blush. He really wants to speed up and get this over with.
"Looks like someone's dog is in heat," Alastor whispers in his ear, making Vox's screen flicker uncontrollably.
Oh fuck.
Hearing that alone makes Vox cum immediately. It's pathetic, really, but something about Alastor's voice never fails to rile him up.
Lucifer pinches his eyes slightly open before letting go of Vox to face the other direction. The light coming from Vox's face is blinding him. "What time is it?" he mumbles.
Oh fuck…
Vox recalls the last time he woke Lucifer from his sleep. He couldn't walk and had to teleport everywhere for the following days.
Alastor chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against Vox's spine. "Are you scared?" he whispers. "Come on, dear, he's still half asleep. Wake him fully, tell him what you did."
That wasn't a request. That was a command.
Vox can't say no to a command from Alastor.
"I…" Vox mutters, voice small. He reaches toward Lucifer, trying to look casual while his screen flickers nervously.
Lucifer stirs immediately, one eye cracking open. "What the- Vox?" His voice is groggy, but sharp as a blade the moment he sees Vox's expression.
"It's 4 in the morning." Vox stammers, barely able to meet his gaze.
Alastor hums behind him. "Oh, don't be coy," he whispers. "Tell him what a good little performer you've been."
Lucifer sits up fully now, anger flashing in his red eyes as he notices the cum stains across Vox's pants. He turns on Alastor instantly. "You! What did you have him do?!"
Vox groans quietly, hiding his face in his hands. The glare from Lucifer is scorching, but it's aimed entirely at Alastor.
"You're lucky that you're both mine, or I'd make you regret that smirk of yours for eternity."
"Oh, would you?" Alastor purrs.
He releases Vox at last, the sudden absence of his weight making Vox sink into the mattress.
Alastor, meanwhile, sits up as well. He plants one hand on the bed and crawls towards Lucifer.
"For eternity?" Alastor continues lightly. "My, my. How generous of you. I do adore long-term commitments."
Lucifer bares his teeth, more amused than he wants to be. "You love pushing your luck."
"Oh, I thrive on it," Alastor replies, stopping just short of him.
Below them, Vox groans into the pillow.
"Can you two not? I'm right here," he complains out of jealousy. He might love his boyfriends, but he hates it when they flirt without acknowledging him.
And they sure love bickering and flirting without him.
Both of them look at Vox, then back at each other, smirking.
Lucifer clicks his tongue softly. "Look at him all flustered already."
He proceeds to put his hand on Vox's cock. Stroking it slowly through the fabric.
"Y-yes ahh-"
"Oho what got you so wet babe?"
Alastor leans back. "Told you. He's a needy little pet, kept grinding on your leg while you were sleeping."
Vox's dumb ass actually thought he was being subtle about it
Lucifer's amusement fades just enough to be noticeable. He doesn't look angry, but he doesn't look too happy either.
"So," he says calmly, too calmly. "you used my leg to work yourself up and thought I wouldn't notice."
Vox makes a small, miserable sound. "I didn't mean to wake you"
Lucifer's hand presses his dick down harshly. Making Vox yelp in response. "But you did."
Alastor's eyes gleam. His tentacle-like shadows reach for a strip of dark fabric. "Might help him focus."
Lucifer let go of Vox, leans back and crosses his arms. "Put this on your face and strip."
Of course, he obeys. Vox gets up from the bed and slowly removes his shirt, the other two watching with their usual blank expressions that make him nervous.
When he removes his pants, Lucifer starts to smirk. Vox is painfully hard, even though they haven't done much yet and he just came.
So cute.
While being completely naked, he wraps the fabric Alastor gave him around his square face, blocking his sight. Vox feels the cold brushing against his skin and somehow, can feel both Alastor and Lucifer watching him.
"Hmmm I have a suggestion." Alastor proceeds to whisper something in Lucifer's ear that Vox can't understand.
They are planning something.
It feels so humiliating to stand naked In front of people that are obviously talking about you…
His entire body craves attention. His dick is throbbing, his hole begging to be filled. He just wants to be pinned down and fucked senseless.
Something brushes against Vox's wrists. It's a rope. It's looped carefully, then drawn back as his arms are guided behind him by Alastor's tentacles.
"What are you-"
Vox inhales as the rope tightens, holding his arms in place behind his back. Blindfolded and bound, he's left standing there, acutely aware of his position and of the eyes on him he can't see. Without sight every sensation feels clearer.
Alastor starts speaking from one of the speakers in this room, not his own mouth. "Come forward."
"Yes, sir." Vox obeys and walks toward the bed, steps careful without his sight.
A hand settles at his waist and guides him back. Vox tenses as he's positioned, then eased down onto someone's lap.
His hard dick presses against the other man's through the fabric, but he can't tell whose it is.
"Move." The speaker crackles again.
Vox whines in response. "Ah- Al? Luci? Who am I sitting on?"
"You know better than to refer to us by our names dear."
Oh.
Vox understands it now. Alastor is using the speaker to mask his position. He wants him to guess.
"I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to. I'm just-"
"Move."
Vox does just that. Rubbing his exposed dick against the clothed one beneath him.
"Mmm sir I need more please." He whines and begs, but there is no response.
Vox feels the urge to wrap his arms around his boyfriend, to press their bodies closer together, but he can't. Not while he's tied up like this.
The growing erection has to be Lucifer's. Vox is pretty sure it is, judging by the size, though there's still some doubt since Lucifer would never be able to stay this quiet. He'd be a panting mess by now too.
He moves faster.
It's even more desperate now, clumsy and needy, his body chasing something it refuses to give him. Every motion feels closer, almost there, close enough to taste-
But nothing happens.
The tension just keeps building, coiling tighter in his chest, until it hurts. His body wants release so badly it’s cruel, and the denial only makes it worse.
"Your majesty please- fuck I know it's you please fuck me." He begs again, he only calls Lucifer your majesty so he really hopes he's right about it being Lucifer.
Otherwise his punishment would be harsh.
"Good boy," Alastor says as he removes Vox’s blindfold. The first thing Vox sees is Lucifer, eyes glassy with tears, with two of Alastor’s fingers shoved in his throat.
What a relief. The fingers explain the silence.
Alastor pulls his fingers away. Lucifer answers with a choked cough. "What the fuck was that?" He says, voice still rough. He pushes Vox away, then turns and pins Alastor down on the bed.
"You think you're so fucking funny."
Alastor chuckles. "My dear, we both know you turn into a loud mess at the slightest touch. And you love it when I shove things down your thr-"
Lucifer's eyes flash red. His hand snaps around Alastor's neck, cutting him off mid-word. He squeezes just long enough to silence him before letting go.
Vox is ignored once again, left lying beside them with his arms still bound, useless and aching for attention. He can only watch as Lucifer grabs Alastor and yanks his pants down with rough impatience.
"You're just as pathetic as Vox. Stop acting like you're any better." Lucifer says as he forces two finger's inside of Alastor's hole, making sure to stretch it wide open.
Alastor lets out a surprisingly soft moan in response. "L-Lucifer You- Ahh- stop it you prick."
Lucifer leans closer, whispering into his ear. "You know what to say if you really wanted me to stop." Then he licks it, making Alastor moan even louder.
His eyes flick to Vox, who looks on the verge of tears. "Don't worry, baby. You've been good. I'll make sure you get your reward."
Without hesitation, Lucifer coils his tail and slides it into Vox's hole, making his body erupt in pleasure.
He thrusts both fingers and tail in and out, fast and relentless. The desperate sounds from the men beneath him fill the room.
"Y-your mmh… majesty, that hurts," Vox cries out, voice trembling.
Lucifer smirks. "Oh, I know you love it like that."
He knows Vox too well. Every bit of pain just drives him crazier and crazier. And he loves Lucifer's tail almost as much as his cock.
Alastor, on the other hand, isn't nearly as sensitive. The fingers barely turn him on. Frankly, he's bored.
"Get that thing out of your pants and fuck me already," Alastor growls. Lucifer blushes, almost breaking character.
"Of cour— no." Lucifer cuts himself off. "You don't get to tell me what to do." He pulls his fingers free, then draws out his dripping, wet cock, pressing only the tip against Alastor's hole.
"Fuck you. You want this yourself." Alastor attempts to push it in himself, only for Lucifer to back off.
He lets out a quiet giggle. "Al, you're adorable when you're this desperate."
Despite everything, Vox is still the only one completely naked. It's embarrassing.
"Your Majesty, you feel so good inside me." Vox moans, his voice breaking apart as the sensation overwhelms him before he can finish properly. "Please give me more."
Alastor narrows his eyes. He knows what Vox is doing and it's pissing him off.
Lucifer pulls his tail out and crawls on top of Vox, looking him in the eye. "See Alastor," he says calmly, almost instructive, "those are the manners you should be learning."
He pushes his cock into Vox in harsh thrusts, the way made easier by how thoroughly he'd already been stretched by his tail.
"Ooooh—fuck, finally." Vox almost screams, overwhelmed by the excitement of having full attention on him now. He loves being filled to the brim by either of them.
Lucifer leans into his neck. "You're a good boy aren't you? You won't cum unless I order you to." He sucks and bites along his neck, Vox's screen glitching in response.
"It feels too good… I-I can't hold it." Vox whines squeezing his eyes shut. He usually manages to obey, but Lucifer hits all the right spots, his neck and his ass, it's undoing him.
The fact that he chose to prioritize him over Alastor makes it even sexier.
Meanwhile, Alastor grows more irritated watching Lucifer moan loudly as he thrusts his dick inside Vox instead of him.
His face is blushing red, his moans loud. Alastor enjoys it when Lucifer is dominant, but God, he's bad at it. At least from this perspective.
Vox opens his eyes for a second, catching a glimpse of Alastor getting up, Vox's face trapped between his legs. "Ah… Al- sir…"
Lucifer pulls back from Vox's neck and looks up, caught off guard. "What? Huh?"
Alastor grabs Lucifer by the hair and pulls his face toward his dick until it presses against his cheek. "You're so gorgeous when you're beneath me, dear." he says, teasingly.
"Can't you see that I'm busy?"
Lucifer abruptly stops thrusting. His dick buried deep inside Vox, who is starting to tear up from the overwhelming sensation. It's a miracle that he didn't cum yet.
Alastor raises his eyebrows. "We can't let your throat go to waste now, can we?" he says, before forcing his dick into Lucifer’s throat. The warmth feels so good. Lucifer immediately puts his tongue to work, still moaning as loudly as before. "Oh my… I hate you so much," Alastor says, the words coming out far more earnest than they sound.
To get off himself Lucifer starts moving again, slowly this time, not knowing that he pushed Vox to his limit completely.
"I'm so sorry," Vox cries out, following an intense, uncontrolled orgasm. His cum spills onto Lucifer's top. Luckily, Lucifer is too occupied being deep-throated by Alastor to punish Vox right now.
He doesn't stop thrusting into Vox, but he makes sure Vox knows he noticed. His eyes glow red again, his horns growing this time.
Alastor takes it an invitation rather than a warning, he lets go of Lucifer's hair and grabs the horns instead.
"Mmh?" Lucifer muffles a sound that neither of the others can make out. He doesn't protest though. Being held by Alastor while tasting his cock feels like a blessing.
"You're nothing but ahh- a mere pervert," Alastor growls, thrusting faster and harder. Lucifer is starting to struggle for breath.
Vox is panting as well, a sharp pain lingering in his ass, pain that feels too damn good. "You two look so hot right now…"
"Oh dear." Alastor whispers, trying to hide how much Vox's words affect him, but failing. He loses control and finishes in Lucifer's throat before he has a chance to pull away.
Lucifer is forced to swallow. He pulls Alastor's cock out of his mouth, coughing as he struggles to breathe. "Both of you need to learn some manners," he chokes.
Unlike Alastor, Lucifer pulls his dick out of Vox and finishes on his chest. "Fuuuck Vincent. You don’t deserve me cumming inside."
"I know. Let me hug you"
To untie him, Alastor sits down next to Vox, his gaze catching on the stain on Lucifer's shirt. One eyebrow lifts. "I'm surprised you went so easy on him."
Lucifer rolls his eyes. "I'm tired, babe. You didn't exactly go easy on me."
He flicks his fingers, using magic to clean up the mess and put Vox's clothes back on.
"Are you okay Vox?"
Vox blinks up at Lucifer, chest rising and falling unevenly. "Yeah. I am," he murmurs, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him, every muscle sore, every nerve tingling.
He craves comfort.
Alastor zips his pants and gets up to grab some water, gently nudging Lucifer as he passes. "You prepped my hole for nothing."
Well, that's unusual. Lucifer's eyes widen, then he laughs. "You always say you prefer being on top." He settles down afterward, resting his head on Vox's chest and wrapping his arms around him in a warm, unguarded hug.
"That doesn't mean I was satisfied," Alastor replies, tossing the water over to Vox. Vox shifts to rest his back against the wall, sitting down to drink it, his free hand gently stroking through Lucifer's hair.
"Thanks, Al." he says, taking a drink of the water.
"Sure sweetheart."
Alastor lies down beside them, tugging the blanket up and over all three of them before settling in, ready to sleep.
Vox and Lucifer close their eyes as well, sleep slowly creeping in. But just before it takes him, Lucifer shifts closer to Vox's head and murmurs something low enough to feel private, though Alastor hears it too.
"I may be tired," he whispers, "but don't think you’re not getting punished tomorrow. Waking me, cumming without permission, staining my shirt. You've been a bad boy."
A shiver runs through Vox's body. Alastor only smirks, eyes closed as he pretends to sleep, clearly pleased.
Lucifer pokes him with his tail anyway.
"You too."