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“Trust me, I think you’ll like it. Come sit on my lap,” Vox invited.
Alastor hesitated for a moment, looking skeptical, but eventually complied, allowing Vox to guide him between his legs and back against his chest.
When Vox pulled him closer, his first instinct was to pull away, but he tried to relax into his embrace, focusing on the quiet rhythm of Vox’s breathing.
At least in that position Vox couldn’t see his face, and that made it feel a bit more comfortable.
“You like it when I cuddle you, don’t you?” Vox asked against his ear, beginning to trail light patterns from his palms to his shoulders over the fabric of his shirt.
Alastor’s breath hitched faintly at the contact, his pulse quickening slightly.
He didn’t reply, obviously, though the small flick of his ear told Vox everything he needed to know.
He undid the buttons on Alastor’s sleeves and carefully rolled them back, revealing the dark skin underneath and beginning to trace it with his claws. A small shiver ran through Alastor—it felt soothing.
Vox being soft with him still felt strange to him—strange as in he was afraid of liking it too much, getting used to it and then having that version of him abruptly taken away forever again.
“You can ask me to do it anytime you want, I fucking love it.”
Alastor scoffed, though without pulling away. “As if I’d ever ask you something like that. I’m merely curious to see where you’ll take this idea of yours.”
Vox moved to unbutton his shirt. “You seem to enjoy it, though,” he replied teasingly, trailing his claws from Alastor’s chest down to his belly while he placed a kiss to the side of his neck, earning a gasp in return.
“Who would have thought the great Radio Demon would be so shy?” he mocked him affectionately, tugging gently at one of his ears.
“Don’t push it,” Alastor hissed, trying to sound threatening—a task made impossibly difficult by the position he was in.
Vox’s hand lingered on Alastor’s ears, with gentle strokes and scratches at the base that made them flick a couple of times in unmistakable appreciation.
His other hand slid down after a while, slowly lowering Alastor’s trousers and underwear and revealing his still soft dick.
“See? It’s not working. I told you I’m not good at this,” Alastor said, his posture stiffening.
“We got all the time,” Vox replied, calm. “Just relax, focus on what feels good.”
Vox was surprisingly good at this, Alastor thought. He laid back against his shoulder, letting out an exhale as he tried to relax and stop focusing on how unfamiliar the whole thing was to him.
“Do you touch yourself? Like, in general?” Vox asked as his claws kept brushing his skin reverently, sliding down to the sensitive part of his inner thighs, but without touching his cock yet.
“How is this relevant to what we’re doing, exactly?”
“I want to make you feel good, but I need to know what you like first.”
“…rarely,” Alastor admitted after a moment.
“Fuck, that’s hot. I’d love to see you doing it one day,” Vox replied.
“Never going to happen,” Alastor scoffed.
“And what do you think about when you do it?”
“Is this really necessary?”
“I’ll stop if it makes you uncomfortable.”
Did that make him uncomfortable? Honestly, he couldn’t say. Yes, he was feeling a bit uncomfortable, but not more than the act of masturbating itself made him feel anyway.
“Nothing,” he replied at last.
“I try to think about nothing, I just close my eyes and try to get it done as fast as I can so I can go back to my life,” he explained—avoiding to mention that his need to do it used to be almost exclusively a consequence of his rut, and avoiding to tell him that the last time it happened, he’d been thinking of him.
“Oh… okay. So me talking you through it probably just makes it worse,” Vox considered.
Talking you through it, Alastor repeated in his mind, suddenly realising that was what Vox had done both times he’d managed to make him come.
“I mean, if you really can’t help yourself…” Alastor muttered.
“So there’s nothing that turns you on if you think about it?”
“No,” Alastor replied, closing his eyes and focusing on the sound of Vox’s voice while he kept stroking his ears and skin in that nice, soothing way.
“Nothing, really?”
“Nothing. But I know how hard it is for you to stop running your mouth, so you’re allowed to talk.”
“Do you feel more relaxed? It looks like it’s working,” Vox said after a moment, glancing down at Alastor’s cock that was slowly starting to harden.
“Uh… maybe? I don’t know,” Alastor replied without opening his eyes.
“Yeah, you’re doing good,” Vox said, taking hold of his dick and beginning to stroke it gently, smiling as he felt it twitching between his fingers.
“If you say so,” Alastor replied, his voice already a bit strained.
Vox summoned a cable to reach for the bottle of lube and squeeze a bit of the liquid on his fingers, before sliding from Alastor’s inner thigh down to his entrance—not pressing yet, just brushing it gently to let him get used to his presence.
“You’re doing so good,” Vox whispered against his ear, making it flick.
“Feel like letting me in already?” he asked, lifting one of Alastor’s legs over his own to get an easier access.
Alastor gave an almost imperceptible nod. He certainly couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud. Damn, what would himself from a month ago think of him right now?
Vox’s finger slowly made its way inside him, letting Alastor feel the subtle stretch.
He held his breath as tried to focus on the feeling, since last time things had evolved pretty fast. It felt strange—slightly painful, but… not in a bad way.
Vox let him adjust before he sank deeper and carefully started twisting his finger.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispered as he pressed himself against Alastor’s back and stroked his dick.
The whole situation had started to turn him up since back when they were talking, and by now his cock was straining painfully against the confines of his pants—but this wasn’t about him.
Alastor let out a soft whine when Vox added a second finger, and immediately rushed to cover his mouth with a hand, his eyes now open to take in the undignified sight of himself sprawled on top of Vox, letting him touch him like no one had ever done before.
“Fuuuck, why do you sound so cute?” Vox couldn’t help asking, leaning in to place a soft kiss to the side of his jaw.
Alastor pressed his hand harder on his mouth, torn between embarrassment at letting Vox see him like that, and the irresistible pleasure he was forcing through him that made it hard to think straight.
Fuck, how did he know how to do that?
How could Vox already know his body better than he did, knowing where and how to touch him to elicit that kind of reaction?
It was like Vox held a secret key to his body, which somehow knew how to trust him long before Alastor decided to do it.
That was the only reasonable explanation for what he’d allowed to happen during his stay.
Not that it made it any better.
It was infuriating. Or it would have been, if Alastor wasn’t using the last bit of attention he had left to keep himself from making a sound.
Vox had started stroking his dick more rhythmically while pressing his fingers against that sweet spot inside him, bringing him closer and closer to his climax while Alastor’s free hand gripped his arm, claws digging into fabric and flesh to try to steady himself.
“Are you ready to come for me?” Vox asked against Alastor’s ear, grinding his hips against his back to let him feel his full erection through the layers of clothes.
Alastor came with a barely muffled moan, trembling and gripping Vox’s arm tighter while he spilled his load over Vox’s hand.
Vox followed right after.
He wasn’t even that close until then, but watching Alastor come while doing the impossible to try to suffocate any sound, feeling his hot cum on his hand and knowing he was the only one able to draw that reaction from him… in a second, it was already too much.
“Fuck—”
His hips jerked involuntarily, chasing the friction against Alastor’s body, and Vox came spilling his release in his pants, holding Alastor tighter as pleasure crashed through him in waves.
They stayed like that for a few more moments, catching their breath while slowly loosening their hold on each other.
Alastor climbed off Vox then, bracing himself on the backrest of the couch, still a bit dazed.
“Well, I guess I’ll take a shower now. I’d offer you my help, but I seem to be quite late for that…” he said with an amused smile, gesturing towards the stain on the front of Vox’s pants.
“It’s not like that usually, I just…” Vox tried to say, pushing himself up from the couch.
“If you say so,” Alastor replied, teasingly.
“It’s not my fault you’re so fucking hot, okay?”
Alastor didn’t reply, just rolled his eyes as he headed towards the bathroom. Not that he really minded if Vox had come too quickly, he just liked making fun of him.
“Thanks,” he called, glancing at Vox before leaving the room.
Vox looked back with a half-surprised smile. “Anytime,” he replied.