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"Honey I'm home!" Alastor called out cheerfully, dragging a bloody heap in backwards through the door of the home he shared with Vox. Once he had dragged the fresh hell-stag carcass into the kitchen, he brushed off his hands and turned around. "How has myyy…" he trailed off, eyes going wide and ears perking straight forward in surprise.
"Oh welcome home, Al!" Vox greeted with a wave, standing by the stove and wearing a bright smile. More importantly… not wearing much else. He cocked his hip to the side, emphasizing the curve of his body, shown off by the sheer fabric gracing his thighs. Beneath a white, ruffled apron with a heart-embroidered pocket on the bib, Alastor could see a delicate bra and panty set. His eyes darted back and forth, taking in all the details: soft red lace hugged his skin above the gill-like vents on his ribcage, lace straps crossed his hips and waist, stockings hugged his upper thighs where a garter belt held them up, and matching ruffly cuffs adorned his wrists and ankles. The apron fell delicately over Vox's belly, swollen over the past couple months into an undeniable sign they had accomplished the impossible.
Static slowly grew in volume, emanating not from Alastor's mic staff, but his own self. He stared, frozen, taking in the sight of his boyfriend not just cooking in their kitchen but in attire entirely unfit for it, his pregnant belly in full view rather than hidden under sweaters or shapewear.
Vox blushed as the static filled the air between them, shuffling side to side. "Um… surprise? I uh, bzzt- I thought you might, um…" Sparks and static fizzed along his antennae, a bow tied around their bases, and laughed nervously. "Do… do you like it..?" One hand set his spatula down so both could grasp his apron, still blushing, before stroking over his lower belly.
Alastor seemed to snap out of his trance, static fading to a low hum as he approached, taking Vox's hands in his own. "You… you look incredible, Vincent…" he mumbled and let his eyes meet Vox's. "Absolutely unexpected, and I worry about these ruffles near the flames…" he chuckled, petting along the soft cuffs, "but my darling, you look an absolute treat." He growled softly on the last word, leaning in close and giving a kiss to the side of Vox's head.
Laughing in relief, Vox leaned his weight into Alastor's sturdy frame, both their arms wrapping the other into an embrace. "Oh phew, I was worried you hated it- eep!" Vox flushed brightly at the feeling of Alastor gripping his hip and toying with a lacey strap there.
"Hate it? Never, my silly picture box!" Alastor chuckled into a shared kiss, one hand remaining on Vox's hip and the other rubbing gently at his lower back. "What is it you're cooking dear?" He glanced over at the stove, peeking into a saucepan of boiling water.
"Oh, just some pasta. I knew you'd be bringing something home, but your damn fawns are demanding…" Vox grumbled a bit, resting a hand on his belly. "Not only am I eating way more than I used to, I'm having the worst fucking cravings! Of course your little cannibals wouldn't be satisfied with scrambled eggs for breakfast- hey, don't laugh at me!" Vox huffed, rolling his eyes and stirring the pasta once more.
Alastor couldn't help it, barking out a laugh before he bit his lip with a wide grin. "Vox, darling, you can't blame me for your cravings! These fawns are both of ours, which means you're at least half responsible for whatever they're demanding of you." He picked up the discarded spatula from the dish beside the stove and began to stir the pan of meat and sauce on the other burner. "Let me guess, you finished off that sinner from the fridge for this?"
Vox rolled his eyes but let his boyfriend help anyway. "Yeah, the only thing that sounded good was fucking cannibal burgers but I refuse to eat plain sinner meat. And no, ketchup does not count as 'not plain.' So! Spaghetti and meatballs." He gestured matter-of-factly at the pan Alastor was stirring.
"Very resourceful, Vincent," Alastor praised, taking a little taste and nodding with approval before setting the spatula down. "Add a pinch of sugar and I'll join you after I dress this stag?"
Vox snorted, setting his spoon down and turning to Alastor, resting his arms on his boyfriend's shoulders. "Can't you undress this stag~?" He fluttered his digital lashes at Alastor with a sultry look. They leaned together, chest to chest and Vox's belly pressed into Alastor's.
Alastor smirked, kissing him firmly before rubbing his hands against the apron draped over Vox's belly. "If you want me to take advantage of this lovely little ensemble after dinner, I need to get that carcass broken down and into the fridge," he purred.
Vox snickered and shut off both burners before grabbing a strainer for the pasta. "Egh, carcass is such a gross word, ya nasty cannibal. Can't believe I let you knock me up."
Laughter from both of them blended together as Vox finished cooking and Alastor got to work on the spoils of his hunt.
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"I never expected you to be into the whole 'barefoot and pregnant' thing, Al," Vox offered as they cuddled on the couch after dinner. He was leaned back against Alastor's chest, sitting between his legs, apron abandoned in the kitchen but lingerie still on. His left hand was entwined with Alastor's and his right was gently cupped to his lower belly, thumb rubbing gently against stretched lace.
"Mmm, I think you'll find I am simply into you my dear…" Alastor hummed softly and nuzzled his boyfriend's shoulder. He was always more openly affectionate in the safety of their home, and a full belly had him lazy and content to cuddle together. His right hand caressed Vox's chest, playing with a little gem dangling from the center of the bra. The ruby had been hidden by the apron when he'd first spotted Vox, and it glittered in the low light of their fireplace. Vox's chest was still relatively flat, not developed yet as his belly had, but there was a soft layer of fat over the hard muscle beneath that was accentuated by the supportive lace garment. "Besides, you aren't barefoot! These stockings are simply darling on you," he chuckled and lightly snapped the top of one stocking.
"Hey!" Vox chuckled playfully, tilting his head back to rest it on Alastor's shoulder. "Mm, guess you're right on that…" he sighed happily. They cuddled quietly for a minute, simply enjoying each other's company. "…you still interested in… dessert?" he softly offered. Glancing up at his content boyfriend, he smiled with a faint blush.
Alastor smiled back at him, kissing the top of his head, and nodded. "Should I unwrap my present? You were such a good little wife for me, after all," he teased.
Vox blushed brightly and shuddered, biting his lip, and glanced away to try and play it cool. "Ah, haha, yeah, I mean-"
Alastor's ears tilted to listen and he smirked. "Vox…" he touched a claw to the bottom of his screen, turning him to regain eye contact. "Does it… excite you? Being my… precious… little… wife?" he rumbled, sending vibrations through Vox's whole body.
Vox whimpered, eyes fluttering shut, and he nodded. "…y-yeah… yeah, it does, Al…" he whispered with a soft whine. Alastor had never made him feel less than for his gender identity, never once had misgendered him, even when they started being intimate and he found what he'd been packing- literally, in his case. But every now and then, they would both toy with the husband-wife dynamic that neither of them really fit into during their time up top. Vox had never married, too preoccupied with his ambition, and Alastor hadn't had any serious relationships either until Vox.
Alastor caressed along the top of the stocking he'd snapped, gently undoing the garter clip. His lips brushed against his TV head as he continued, massaging the muscle of his thigh. "My lovely little wife… padding around the kitchen in your stockings, waiting for me to come home…" he murmured.
Letting out a sigh, Vox nodded, relaxing into Alastor's arms. His own thumb gently rubbed circles into his lower belly, listening to his lover's beautiful voice. "Mmm, Alastor…" His other hand squeezed Alastor's where they were still held together.
"Preparing dinner to feed yourself and our fawns… knowing I would return with more to refill our fridge, so you're never without… Providing for you, for them, for us…" Alastor let a small growl slip through. His left hand squeezed Vox's back before releasing it and moving up to the top of Vox's rounded belly. He rubbed gently there, the other massaging down to Vox's inner thigh.
Vox whimpered softly and shifted, the loose stocking sliding down a bit as he spread his legs to give his boyfriend more room to work. "Yes…" he sighed happily, nuzzling into Alastor's neck and making him tilt his head to give enough room for it. "Go ahead, Al, keep going…" He continued to rub his lower belly and his left hand, now freed from Alastor's, reached up to stroke through Alastor's hair and pet his ears.
Alastor rumbled happily and kissed Vox's head, teasing closer to the crease where thigh met groin, fingers brushing against red lace panties. "You're even wearing my colors, aren't you, my beautiful wife?" His other hand slid upwards slowly, against the center of his chest where the ruby sat. "Trying to give me a hint as to the stone you'd like on an engagement ring..?"
Blushing brightly, Vox gasped and his thighs flew shut, trapping Alastor's fingers and making him whimper at the slight bite of claws. "Alastor!" He whimpered, thighs shaking as he forced them to relax and spread apart again.
Alastor laughed softly at the reaction and cupped Vox through his panties. "Oh you like that idea, don't you?" His fingers massaged gentle circles into his plush labia, feeling his clit just poking out between them.
Vox nodded, biting his lip, and panted softly. "Hah… y-yeah, I do… l-like it! I do like it!" He huffed out a laugh and moaned softly when the fingers pressed more firmly against his cunt. "Mmmnh, Alastor, more…" his hips rocked up to meet the friction his lover provided.
"Easy, Vincent darling, I'll give it to you…" Alastor hummed and kept his pace steady. He could feel the lace getting damp under his fingers as he worked his partner up and licked his lips. He slid his middle finger down to where the wetness leaked through the most, teasing Vox just over his entrance.
Vox whined and bucked his hips up to get more stimulation, his clit visibly erect beneath lace shining with his arousal. "A-Al… please?" his antennae sparked dangerously close to Alastor's hair and shoulder. Vox's hand gripped into his partner's hair and tugged, unintentional but not unwelcome, judging by the shudder through Alastor's body. "I want you, love, please fuck me..?" he pleaded, panting softly.
Alastor bit his own lip and soothed it with his tongue before removing his hand from Vox's groin. He cut off the whine that started by slipping his damp fingers beneath the lace panties and stroking up from the pool of wetness along Vox's clit.
Vox cried out in pleasure, overly sensitive from hormonal changes, and whimpered as Alastor massaged his fat clit steadily. "Ah- Alastor, yes… that's it, that's perfect…" his hips rolled rhythmically, unhindered by Alastor's free hand. It had moved up from toying with the ruby at his chest to cup one side of his chest and massage the muscle and fat there.
"Mmm, my perfect wife, writhing in my lap…" Alastor nuzzled his head, hair and left ear frizzed from the sparks and static electricity coming off his lover. He pinched lightly at one of Vox's nipples, making him squeak and tense up, following it immediately with a firm stroke of his clit trapped between his fingers.
"AL!" Vox gasped, eyes flying open at the intense stimulation, and shuddered hard. The hand on his belly was a steadying pressure as he let Alastor work him over for as long as he'd like. Between the fingers jerking off his clit, dipping inside now and then, and the ones at his chest, he melted into a shivering puddle draped across Alastor's lap. He let his moans out uninhibited, filling the living room along with Alastor's happy rumbling and the slick sounds of pleasure.
Alastor eased three fingers into his boyfriend's cunt, soaking wet and ready for him, and nibbled along one of Vox's antennae. The combined sensations made Vox tense up and cry out, thighs trapping his hand once more. Rather than wait to be freed, he grinned and fucked his fingers in and out of those velvety walls, using his thumb to rub against the underside of Vox's clit.
Vox let out shaky moans and gasping cries, both hands flying up to tangle in Alastor's hair and grip his ears as his hips bucked wildly. "A-A-Alastor! Al- fuck- please! Yes!" He shuddered and whimpered between panting breaths. His thighs wouldn't open on their own, keeping those fingers inside where they should be.
Alastor growled against Vox's TV head, letting him feel the vibrations, and kept his pace steady, pressure firm, feeling his partner coming undone quickly. "That's it, Vox, ride my fingers, my gorgeous wife…" he panted softly, Vox's writhing causing his own arousal to stir in his pants. "Good boy, Vox, so good for me…"
"Nnnh-! Fuck! Fuck!!" Vox gasped, humping his lover's hand and whole body shaking. "Al- I'm gonna- oh fuck-!!" His eyes flew open and his thighs clenched around Alastor's wrist as he climaxed, breath catching in his chest.
Alastor groaned softly beneath Vox's cries of pleasure, thoroughly working him through his orgasm. "Good boy, Vox, my beautiful wife, that's it… mmnh, so good for your husband…" he rambled with his eyes closed against the hands pulling on his hair and ears. His cock twitched in his pants beneath Vox's shuddering body, making him bite his lip. His own hips mirrored Vox's, rolling in circles against his partner's backside.
Vox finally snapped free of the grip his orgasm had on his body, moaning out and landing boneless into Alastor's lap once more, thighs loosening and falling to the sides. "Ohhh fuuuuuck…~" he panted heavily, eyes fluttering open to look up at Alastor's blushing face and his own hands tugging on those fluffy ears. "Shit- sorry Al, I- ah!?" Vox gasped as he was quickly flipped over to face his boyfriend, dislodging his grasping hands, and he scrambled to steady himself into a straddle. His eyes, screen still hazy, darted down to see Alastor already rushing to tug down his pants and free his heavy, flushed cock.
"Fuck, Vox, see what you do to your husband?" Alastor growled out, frantically gripping his length to stroke at a quick pace. He panted and twisted his wrist just right each time he reached the head, reaching out to press his free hand to Vox's pregnant belly, just an inch from his cock.
Biting his lip, Vox groaned at the sight, feeling his clit throb again. He reached a hand past his belly and rubbed at himself, a gasp and a moan escaping his digital lips. His other hand braced itself on Alastor's shoulder to keep him upright. "Fuck, Al, look at you- lemme see you cum, love," he panted, working his clit at the same fast pace Alastor was jerking his throbbing cock. "I can give you one more, Al," he whined, grinding on his own hand.
Alastor panted and kissed what was in reach, along Vox's arm, and nodded, teasing at the tip where he was leaking pre-cum in a steady drip. "I'm going to paint this pretty pregnant belly, Vox…" he growled out, moaning with a shudder. He rubbed Vox's belly tenderly, panting heavily. "Are you ready, love?" He looked up to meet Vox's eyes, both of their faces flushed.
Vox nodded quickly, whining and panting, humping his hand frantically. "Cum for me Al, please love- Ah!" he bucked hard, on the edge, and quivered in his boyfriend's lap. The hand braced on Alastor's shoulder gripped tight, claws digging in.
The claws pricking through his shirt, the sight of Vox on the edge, the thought of marking his lover, already pregnant with his fawns, practically threw Alastor into orgasm, a moan ripping free as he painted Vox's indigo skin white. He kept stroking over and over, milking as much as he could to spread the fluid all over Vox's pregnant belly as he moaned out in pleasure.
Vox gasped when the first splatter landed on his skin, tipping him over the edge and joining Alastor in orgasm, shaking in bliss. He moaned out as his fingers worked against the rhythm of his grinding hips, dripping onto the couch below the pair. Vox sat upright, fingers flying from Alastor's shoulder to the mess made on his belly, slipping through the cum splattered there as he moaned and rode out his orgasm.
Alastor panted heavily, biting his lip so hard it drew a bit of blood, watching Vox spread the milky white substance all across his swollen belly. "Vox-" he growled, pulling his partner into a deep kiss.
Vox fell into Alastor's arms with little resistance, still shivering from the intense back-to-back orgasms, and they kissed passionately through their mutual orgasmic haze. Hands stroked along fabric and skin, breaths gradually evened out, and they relaxed down into a cuddle flat on the couch from the half-sitting position they had started in. Alastor toyed with a lace strap and chuckled softly.
"All this effort to doll yourself up, and I didn't get to take off a stitch of it…" Alastor huffed and smiled, kissing Vox once more. He lightly snapped the strap, pulling it just an inch or so away from the skin so as not to hurt.
Vox chuckled and shook his head, kissing him back. "Mmm, well tell you what, we both need cleaned up, so why don't we go take all this off until next time~?" He winked playfully, biting his lip.
Alastor's ears perked up in interest, making Vox snicker, and he nodded quickly. "Bath time for my precious wife? Let me get the good bath salts!" He grinned widely, landing another kiss right on top of Vox's head and making a spark fizz up his antennae.
Vox laughed as he was scooped up off the couch, wrapping his hands around his partner's neck and enjoying being carried bridal-style toward their bedroom and its attached bathroom. "Oh Alastor, you spoil me~" he snickered with glee, allowing him to play the doting husband just a while longer. He spotted, over Alastor's shoulder, his tail wagging so rapidly it was basically a blur, and laughed happily, resting his head on Alastor's shoulder. He could get used to this sort of pampering… maybe after the fawns were born… ah, well that was a future Vox thought. Current Vox was being carefully stripped of lace and caressed with kisses. Current Vox definitely took priority.
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