Work Text:
The smell of cheap cigarettes hung in the air like molasses.
A cloud of smoke blew against the ceiling, mixing with the dim lighting from the cheap bulb that hung from the roof. The walls were thin, and the hotel room was cheap. Screams, shouts, gunshots, and even cars crashing could be heard through the paper-thin windows, but for now, the world itself was completely gone.
Vox couldn’t hear the noises outside. He couldn’t even bother to pay attention to anything else but the body on top of him and the hands that were slowly moving over his chest. He was still fully clothed, and so was the man on top of him. That’s right, it was a man. It wasn’t a pretty girl like usual. There were no skirts with soft thighs and flesh with curves that fit against his hands. The tender, shy touches were missing, and instead, they were replaced with larger hands that sat flat against his chest and then moved to his stomach.
The bright and flowery aroma of perfume was replaced by the musky smell of cologne and cigarettes.
Alastor’s head was leaning against his own shoulder. A cigarette hung from between his lips as he sucked it in before letting the smoke slip out between his teeth. He was smiling down at Vox, with his claws lightly poking at his stomach, before it moved back to his face to lift his head and forced him to look at him.
“I didn’t take you for the shy type,” Alastor spoke through his teeth, making them glow as he did to keep his cigarette in place.
“I am not,” Vox quickly said and shook his head. “I just…I am kind of new to this. I never, I mean, with a man.”
“Oh?” Alastor chuckled, and his smile only grew. He took his cigarette with two of his fingers and then gripped Vox’s hand with the same one to guide his palm against his chest. “You’ll see that some stuff is missing.”
Vox’s face turned cyan right away, and his hand squeezed by reflex, but just as Alastor said, all he could feel was a flat chest.
“Disappointed?” Alastor asked, letting go of Vox’s hands to take another drag of his cigarette.
“W-what? No, no! It’s just new, yeah.” Vox coughed nervously and pulled his hand back.
“Good then?” Alastor tilted his head, and very slowly, he moved his hips to sit on top of Vox’s groin. He spread his legs, lowering his body as much as he could until his ass was firmly pressing against Vox’s clothed erection.
“Yeah, it’s good, I like it.” Vox weakly smiled and moved his hands to try to grip Alastor’s waist, but a pair of tentacles quickly snatched his hands away and pinned them down against the bed. “Al?”
Alastor said nothing, his half-lidded eyes were glowing as he stared down at Vox with his hand near his mouth. He sucked on the cancer stick and blew the smoke through the sides of his mouth before letting one of the tentacles move through Vox’s clothes until they were undoing his pants.
“Your eyes are so big,” Alastor idly said and moved one of his hands to poke at Vox’s screen.
“Thanks?” Vox wasn’t sure of what to say, not when he was distracted by the dark tentacle that was pulling his pants down. He watched as the dark appendage moved underneath his underwear and pulled it down, successfully freeing his erection as it stood tall against Alastor’s crotch.
“I like them.” Alastor smiled and then lifted his hips so he was standing on his knees again. He glanced away and took a drag of his cigarette just as a dark tentacle crawled out from his back to move over his body. The tentacle curled around his thigh and then moved to unbutton his suit jacket.
Vox’s eyes were following the tentacles, his eyes not looking away as another tentacle snapped out from Alastor’s back and helped the first unbutton his pants and then lower them. The tentacles moved underneath Alastor’s underwear, and then he let out a soft noise filled with static.
Vox almost flinched when Alastor’s body fell forward against him, but before it landed on Vox, a tentacle held Alastor’s chest and didn’t let go until Alastor was holding himself up by his hands. He was hovering above Vox, his eyes staring at him as a slight blush slowly started to crawl across his cheeks and nose.
Alastor leaned in, and his tongue licked Vox’s screen. He reached down to grab Vox's hand again before slowly guiding it underneath his underwear so he could feel the dark tentacle that was pushing against Alastor’s asshole. It was slowly stretching him, getting him ready for what was about to come.
“D-do you want me to do anything?” Vox said helplessly, his body frozen, not knowing what to do. His hand felt the skin around Alastor’s opening as the tentacle pushed deeper inside, drawing out a low noise from the deer.
“Yeah,” Alastor grinned and reached inside his suit jacket. He pulled out the old box of cigarettes and grabbed one before tossing it against the pillow next to Vox. He put the cigarette between his lips, letting it hang loosely there. “Light it up for me.”
Vox gave a quick nod, and one of his claws quickly moved towards the cigarette. The tentacles were giving him enough freedom to at least do this much. A small spark that flickered on his fingertip was all it needed to light the cigarette.
“Good man.” Alastor snickered and leaned his chin against Vox’s chest.
Alastor was still smiling, and his coquetish stare was doing nothing but making Vox’s cock throb harder as he fought the urge to thrust his hips against Alastor’s body. He wasn’t used to this, no, not at all. He was used to gripping soft skin with his large hands and moving bodies around as he pleased. He was used to spreading legs apart with his body and burying his tongue in a warm heat that promised him so much better once his cock reached that place.
Alastor leaned back, his hips just above Vox’s cock. He took one last drag of his cigarette and then put it out against one of the tentacles before reaching down to grip the base of Vox’s dick. He slowly lowered his hips, letting the tip rub against his lubed-up hole. The first insertion was always a struggle. He needed to relax and forced his muscles to stop trying to push out the cock that was slowly sliding in.
Alastor took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He lowered his body even further, slowly allowing Vox’s cock to push deeper inside until the whole length was in and he could feel it poking against his stomach.
Vox couldn’t help the shudder that crawled down his spine. He wanted nothing else but to reach out and grip Alastor’s waist with his hands, but the tentacles were still holding him down. He could do nothing but watch and feel as that tight, soft heat slowly enveloped his cock. It was so different from fucking a pussy, but it also wasn’t. There was a resistance to it. Alastor’s insides were pulsating against Vox’s body, as if they were trying to push him out, and that only made them hug Vox’s cock even tighter.
The lube made it more slippery than a wet cunt, and so the noises were louder, almost obscene. Alastor was lifting his hips, slowly rolling them down and moving his knees as he rode Vox’s cock with shallow thrusts that were taking Vox’s whole dick every time.
“Does it feel better?” Alastor asked. He was panting quietly, his half-lidded eyes not looking away from Vox for a second. “Do you like it, Vincent?”
Vox swallowed the lump in his throat and quickly nodded. Electricity sparked in his eyes and moved to his antennas before reaching his claws. The electricity reached the tentacles and then shrank back, finally letting go of Vox’s hands. He quickly reached out for Alastor, his claws moving to grip Alastor’s waist as he lifted his own hips and started to meet Alastor’s.
“It feels so good, so fucking good, A-Al.” Vox nodded. The cyan blush on his face was glowing now, and his screen kept glitching with static. He gave out a low moan, his body arching against the bed as his hips moved higher to try to bury himself deeper inside Alastor.
“Really?” Alastor tilted his head, his amused smile still on his lips as he watched Vox’s body tremble underneath him. “Better than ever? Better than whatever broad you have fucked before?”
Vox squeezed his eyes shut as another groan left his mouth. He was nodding his head at whatever Alastor was saying. His vision was getting blurry, or maybe his screen was glitching. He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that Alastor was tightened around him, squeezing his cock until Vox was rubbing his lips together and his toes were curling up against his shoes.
It was so good. He was panting. He was sweating. He was whimpering.
Vox rubbed his lips together and squeezed his eyes again as another whimper left his throat. He was trying to swallow the shameful noises, but he just couldn’t. He was panting like a dog in heat, his eyes struggling to stay open as he looked up at Alastor, heavy lids hiding eyes lost in pleasure.
“I want words, Vincent.” Alastor reached down and touched Vox’s screen, feeling the static that was clinging to his fingertips.
“I..I..F-fuck, Alastor, f-fuck,” Vox felt sparks exploding in his eyes. He could see stars, and he wasn’t sure whether it was from his screen failing or from how good he felt. His body was arching again, melting against the bed while his fingers gripped Alastor’s waist until he was sure it was going to bruise.
Vox was trying to speak, he really was, but instead of words, static and white noise left his throat. He was panting loudly, and he couldn’t stop, but he forced himself to take a deep breath. He looked at Alastor with glossy eyes that seemed as wide as when he smiled.
“You feel so fu-fucking good, so good, Al. It’s s-so fucking tight, so good,” Vox slowly sat up and wrapped his arms around Alastor’s body, his face leaning close to his chest as he looked up at him. “Y-you feel so fucking perfect, so good. It’s hugging my cock so hard, you’re going to squeeze me dry. I-its better than any pussy, yeah, so wet, your ass is so fucking perfect.”
Alastor smiled, his hands holding Vox’s head as he leaned in to kiss his head. “Good boy, so good.”
Vox moaned. He shivered and moaned. He felt tears spilling from the corner of his eyes as he came. The high of his orgasm was making him cry, and he couldn’t stop his arms as he hugged Alastor tighter and buried his face against his chest. He felt his cock pulsating in pleasure as the tip itched and burned with his cum as it spilled inside the tight heat that was Alastor’s hole.
“You’re filling me so much, you did so well.” Alastor was smiling, resting his head on top of Vox’s as he playfully flicked one of his antennas. “Keep going, ride it off.”
And Vox did just that, he kept thrusting inside of Alastor, riding off the rest of his orgasm as his cock kept craving that soft heat that was making him shudder and twitch in pleasure. He was breathing heavily against Alastor’s chest while his face was wet with tears and snot, but he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to keep fucking Alastor’s hole, he wanted to keep claiming it, to own it, and now that he was given a taste, he couldn’t think about fucking anyone else ever again.
“Cute, silly, picture box,” Alastor said quietly with his lips against Vox’s head. “You gotta keep going, I still have to cum.”
“Y-yes, I’ll do well, I promise.”
“Good boy.”