#{ idk but well he seemed to enjoy the kiss fhdsjfkds }

[mcltiples]

send 💋 or "kiss" to give my muse a kiss. || accepting

@countlessrealities sent; After what had happened the last time he had attempted casual touching, Vox had been conducting experiments. Slowly and carefully, trying to understand where Alastor's boundaries where and which lines he really should not cross. For the sake of their relationship, but also because he wanted to remain in one piece.

In all truth, he hadn't gotten very far. If asked, he wouldn't have admitted it out loud, but he had been almost scared to start physical contact since that day. The most he had been doing had been going along with whatever his fiancé initiate and carrying it further just a tiny bit.

All while hoping that Alastor wouldn't notice...probably in vain, but to hell with it.

Today, however, was the day this would have changed. He had decided that he would have tried to be the one to make the first move and he would have succeeded. After all, such a small gesture couldn't have elicited a bad reaction...right?

So, when he and the Radio Demon met for their lunch date, in place of his usual greeting, he reached out to take one of the other's hand in his. Slowly, deliberately, so that his fiancé would have seen it coming and could have stopped it if he had wanted to.

Once he had gotten a hold of the other's claws, he lifted that hand up, bending his screen a little so he could press a kiss on top of it. A mere brush of lips, perfectly polite. And charming, hopefully.

"You look even more radiant than the usual today, dearest," he then commented, flashing his best captivatingly confident smirk. "Lucky me, because I get to enjoy the view to my heart's desire." A wink. "Shall we?"

[[ 💋 + Vox for Alastor || bc...I won't say it, but know that he was adamant on getting to send an ask -eyeroll- ]]

Upon arriving at the designated location, Alastor rose from his seat to greet his fiance. He never really showed it, but inside, he glowed a certain warmth at seeing the other. It's as if Vox gave him a new source of energy. One that he could only describe as love. Which was such an odd thing to say, considering their history.

Before he could say anything, he found himself watching as his hand was raised to that screen. Those lips pressed against his skin. It caused his claws to twitch a little. Though, it was mostly do to the nerves inside of his arm and nothing at all to do with how he felt.

He tilted his head to the side. Curiously gazing at the scene before him. It was pleasant. Something that he liked. To be treated in such a way that made him feel like he was something cherished and valued.

Once he was able to take his hand back, he placed it onto his cane. "I could say the same about you, Vox, looking as sharp as ever," His head bent even more towards the side, neck protruding in an odd angle. Checking out his fiancé, not so discreetly, his eyes making a show of how they looked up and down along the other's figure.

"But yes, we shall." He let his arm gesture over towards the second seat before deciding to sit down.

Something told him that this particular lunch date would be an interesting one. He wondered if Vox had even more tricks up those sleeves, or if that was the only one he would get to witness. Either way, he was expecting a good time.