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Vox's body slumps down on the cotton sheets of the perfectly made bed.
Alastor let's go of the power button he was holding down and simply stares at his friend. Vox looks relaxed. Peaceful.
He always does.
The deer demon moves to gently remove the others clothing. Folding it and putting it on top of the wooden dressers next to the bed.
After he simply stares at Vox. The yellow light of the lamp in the room illuminates onto Vox's body, causing a glare to cast on his black screen.
They have done this dozens of times. Sometimes It never even got past the point of undressing. Alastor would power down Vox and just simply stare at him.
Other times though, He would feel his friends body, running cafeful claws up and down on his strangely soft synthetic skin. Manhandling the sinner in anyway he pleased.
Vox knew. Vox let him. Vox wanted him to.
The sinner knew about his struggles. His wariness about the subject. His distaste's for it. His curiosity. His need. His hate. His repulse.
It depended on the day.
Vox offered himself to him. As a vessel. As a willing patient for his experiment.
Alastor's hand reached out to rub Vox's thigh. He gently massaged it before moving to spread Vox's legs. His glistening cunt on full display now.
Alastor swallowed roughly.
Vox was always so wet when they did this, yet was never upset on the days Alastor couldn't satisfy him. Couldn't bring himself to touch him. To do anything.
He moved to caress Vox's waist, just under the shark like gils . He was feeling touchy today. He guessed why that's why he had the confidence for what he was planning on doing.
He shivered in anticipation.
Summoning his tentacles, they made there way towards the heat between Vox's legs. 2 wrapped around each one, pulling them even further apart. A third one settled in the middle.
Alastor watched attentively with a small amount of hunger stirring up inside him. The black appendage rubbed across Vox entrance a couple times before sinking in.
The unconscious demon clenched subconsciously.
Fuck.
Alastor licked his lips.
The tentacles slipped in and out slowly, successfully 'fingering' Vox open.
Something Alastor would never do. Not again.
He learned the hard way that touching genitalia with his hands was a no go. He could barely tolerate touching his own for non sexual reasons, and that one time he gave an experimental poke between Vox's legs sent him spiralling tornado of thoughts and disgust.
Of course not aimed at the tv demons body, no. Alastor enjoyed the way he shook and clenched while his tentacles stuffed him.
But just at the wet and sticky feeling on his hands. He just didn't like it, and that was okay. At least according to Vox after he told him what happened when he awoke.
Shaking his head, the deer demon glances down at the semi hard bulged he has. He doesn't get turned on a lot. Even while doing this.
It's an odd feeling. Something he's not sure he will ever be use to due to the rarity of it.
Unbuttoning his pants, he cautiously takes them off, followed by removing his boxers.
He decided to keep his shirt on. The comfort of keeping it, out weighed the annoyance of it getting wrinkled or stained.
Alastor sighs, shaking his head out of thoughts as he folds the clothing, adding it to the pile from earlier.
Movement catches his eyes. Vox's jolts, back arching up. It's the most movement he'll make in this state.
Alastor watched Vox's body go through the orgasm before settling down with a shiver of over stimulation.
Deciding not to be cruel to his unconscious friend, the tentacle is removed leaving him open and dripping.
He feels himself twitch.
He's disgusted.
He's intrigued.
Why must his emotions be so complicated? He would of preferred if he lacked lust like he normally did all the time. But sometimes, he was just curious.
For a long while he just stares. He's still half hard but he does twitch again.
He's never penetrated anything before. The couples of times he has done anything with his... member, it was simply either having it out or rubbing it against Vox's thighs or back.
A strained sigh left him. He's sure he wants to do this. Wants to try. He has as long as he wants to prepare himself. As long as he needs.
His hands reach out to grip Vox's wasit as he slowly turns the tv demon around, so his screen is face flat into the blankets.
He manhandled the other demon until he positioned him into a pose he liked, face down, ass up.
What a interesting view. Maybe if it was any other sinner he would of sneered in disgust but it was Vox.
His picture box.
His stupid, loving, friend.
He lines himself up.
He presses gently against Vox, just getting a feel for his tip being against Vox’s flower. It’s very wet. He pushes more.
And more.
And more.
Eventually his hips flush against Vox and he takes a sharp inhale, allowing himself to process the feeling.
It’s so warm and tight.
“…fuck..” he mumbles to himself. Vox flutters around him, body happily accepting the cock inside him.
Alastor just sits like that for a minute, feeling Vox around him, rubbing comforting circles around his friends back, despite knowing he can’t feel them.
After a couple minutes pass, Alastor gives an experimental roll of his hips.
He cries out.
“Oh d-dear.”
His voice is heavily distorted by his radio filter. He continues to whine as he does it again. Although it’s a bit overwhelming, he likes it.
He pausing himself before he can release into Vox’s body. Not yet.
After calming himself down, he pulls out just enough so his tip is barely still in and thrust back, going balls deep again.
A growl leaves his lips.
He hates that.
The cool air sticking to his wet dick when he was out of the tight warm heat was unpleasant. His claws dig into Vox’s sides as he tries to ground himself.
Taking a few deep breaths, he simply basks in the feeling of being inside Vox. This is much better than thrusting. His hips roll. Much better.
A few more seconds of grinding, a breathy whine leaves him as he spills inside the TV sinner.
Alastor pants, his upper body slumping ontop of Vox’s.
He doesn’t want to pull out.
Not yet at least.
A distress moan leaves him. He doesn’t want to pull out but he wants to change positions.
Choosing his battle, removes himself from Vox. Watching his seed leaking from where he just was.
He feels disgusting.
Moving swiftly, he sits on the bed, back leaning against the headboards. Like a puppet on strings, he uses his tentacles to drag Vox’s limp body toward him, resting him on his lap.
He slowly sinks back in.
Much better.
The warmth around his dick, that hasn’t been fully hard this entire time is pleasant.
Alastor’s hand trail to Vox’s powered off screen. He gently strokes the side of it.
“Good boy…” he says softly, before trailing down towards Vox’s chest. His fingers run along the scars before gently reaching to brush one of the blue nipples.
Alastor continues to run his hands everywhere on Vox’s body. Studying every human and non human feature.
This is nice.
He could sit like this for hours.
His mind runs at that thought.
The idea of Vox just sitting on his lap as he runs a broadcast sounds enticing. Would Vox squirm? Bite his hand to prevent any sounds from coming out? Would he bury his screen into Alastors chest in embarrassment? Hiding his cute flushed face. Alastor’s knees continue to prompt up Vox body as his mind runs and suddenly.
He realizes his fantasies include a awake Vox.
His eyes dart towards the power button.
Awakening after powering down is always refreshing if he gets past the initial grogginess of it all.
Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, the first thing he sees is a grinning Alastor. He tries to jump back in surprise but is met with the barrier of which he assumes is Alastor’s knees. He’s… he’s sitting on Alastor’s lap.
Huh?
And then suddenly. Vox feels it.
Alastor is inside of him.
Holy shit!
Alastor is inside of him!
He clutches down as he feels himself get even more wet than he already was. Something heavier is in the mix of his fluids though. Is that cum?
“A-alastor?” He questions softly, looking into his eyes.
The deer demon squints his eyes at the brightness from Vox screen but keeps eye contact.
“Vox.” He responded, hand squeezing his waist.
“You’re... you’re inside of me…”
Alastor blinks. “I am..” suddenly awareness seeps into him as his ears flatten. “I should of asked if this was okay.” He says, distress in his tone.
Vox blinks. He’s obviously referring to the fact that they never discussed doing anything while he’s awake.
A dopey smile makes it way onto his screen.
“You know id let you do anything to me, asleep or awake.”
Alastor sighs as he relaxes. “Awfully reckless of you my dear, but I do...”
Vox simply giggles body going lax to allow Alastor to move him like a puppet if he wishes to do so..
They both sit there like that for an unknown period of time. Simply basking in each other’s presence.
Alastor decides he definitely likes this.