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Vox did appreciate the cuddles, but his attention didn’t leave the phone yet. He did slowly lean back against the headboard of the bed though. So Alastor could lay against his chest easier.

“Totally. I forgot spring rolls entirely. Damn.” He said dryly. He didn’t.

Vox’s arm however did move to rest around Alastor’s back, hand resting on his hip.

His other hand holding and scrolling on the phone. How did anyone find anything on this internet. There was ads infesting everything. It was near non-functional.

The creep of not knowing what was happening with his company was growing into a knot in his stomach. It was taking a growing amount of focus to ignore it.

Vox sat there scrolling briefly trying to engross himself in the news tv but it was all nonsense, entirely impossible to follow and frankly seemed made up.

“How did they fuck up just reporting so badly..” he muttered.

Then a knock on the door sounded, but very quietly.

“Get that..?” He prompted Alastor. He wanted to stay comfy.

Vox slowed as he moved back into the room. Staring at the clothes on the chair as if he had to undo all the problem solving that had tangled his brain up in order to solve this exact issue. The one that was sitting in front of him effectively solved.

He blinked a few times and moved over toward it.

“Oh.” He picked up the one shirt and looked it over- then saw the sweater.

“Is that-.. hoohoo..” he giggled excitedly and picked up the washed out raspberry colored sweater that had Voxtek, Est. ‘65 written across the front in embroidery.

“This is great. Ha.” He held it up, his eyes suddenly seeming to literally glitter excitedly. He couldn’t wait to wear this tomorrow.

“Not usually a color I wear.. but I’ll manage..~” he added afterwards because he didn’t want to seem too giddy over it… but he was.

“The groceries should be here in about twenty minutes.” He updated as he picked up the lounge clothes to inspect those too. Sort of plain. Just some basic muted grey and a sort of thin flannel fabric. Vox wasted no time after inspecting them to pull his clothes off again, and pull on these new ones.

Vox turned back towards the bed Alastor was lounging on once he had his comfy clothes on, and crawled right onto it. Sitting nearby as he pulled his phone out.

Fuck he couldn’t check his cameras. Or Val. Or text.

What did people do without tech. Euch.

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Vox slowed as he moved back into the room. Staring at the clothes on the chair as if he had to undo all the problem solving that had tangled his brain up in order to solve this exact issue. The one that was sitting in front of him effectively solved.

He blinked a few times and moved over toward it.

“Oh.” He picked up the one shirt and looked it over- then saw the sweater.

“Is that-.. hoohoo..” he giggled excitedly and picked up the washed out raspberry colored sweater that had Voxtek, Est. ‘65 written across the front in embroidery.

“This is great. Ha.” He held it up, his eyes suddenly seeming to literally glitter excitedly. He couldn’t wait to wear this tomorrow.

“Not usually a color I wear.. but I’ll manage..~” he added afterwards because he didn’t want to seem too giddy over it… but he was.

“The groceries should be here in about twenty minutes.” He updated as he picked up the lounge clothes to inspect those too. Sort of plain. Just some basic muted grey and a sort of thin flannel fabric. Vox wasted no time after inspecting them to pull his clothes off again, and pull on these new ones.

Vox turned back towards the bed Alastor was lounging on once he had his comfy clothes on, and crawled right onto it. Sitting nearby as he pulled his phone out.

Fuck he couldn’t check his cameras. Or Val. Or text.

What did people do without tech. Euch.

“Wah wah wah.” Vox teased with no effort into projecting his voice.

Almost snarling wasn’t snarling. And ‘almost’ only counted in Horseshoes and hand grenades. So he would count it as a win.

It was.. really unfortunate he didn’t have a change of clothes. Some part of his skin bristled putting the same wrinkled clothes from earlier back on. He never realized how many sets of clothes he went through.

Buttoning up the work shirt, he brushed his hands down it. Trying to at least smooth out some wrinkles. And it did nothing at all. There was no way this place had a dry cleaner.

Vox didn’t wait, so he didn’t hear Alastor’s second comment. Or see the other enter the room with the towel on his waist.

The door of the room closed and locked gently as Vox left.

It was almost half an hour before he returned. His hair was very fluffy and wouldn’t stay out of his eyes now that it had dried forward.

He came back in and closed the door behind him with a big sigh.

“Alright. We have food things enroute. It took some convincing.. he kept wanting me to use something called uber eats. But I’m trying to not use this card. Plus that’s a stupid fucking name. Also if you were curious.. they don’t have a dry cleaner.” He muttered the last part like it was a serious set back for him.

He cared a lot about how he looked. Looking a certain way was step one of any grift. The only reason this whole thing took as long as it did is because he looked like a dressed up trucker just crawled out of a lake.

It was still barely early evening though. They had all night to get the food and beat Alastor in beer pong again.

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“Wah wah wah.” Vox teased with no effort into projecting his voice.

Almost snarling wasn’t snarling. And ‘almost’ only counted in Horseshoes and hand grenades. So he would count it as a win.

It was.. really unfortunate he didn’t have a change of clothes. Some part of his skin bristled putting the same wrinkled clothes from earlier back on. He never realized how many sets of clothes he went through.

Buttoning up the work shirt, he brushed his hands down it. Trying to at least smooth out some wrinkles. And it did nothing at all. There was no way this place had a dry cleaner.

Vox didn’t wait, so he didn’t hear Alastor’s second comment. Or see the other enter the room with the towel on his waist.

The door of the room closed and locked gently as Vox left.

It was almost half an hour before he returned. His hair was very fluffy and wouldn’t stay out of his eyes now that it had dried forward.

He came back in and closed the door behind him with a big sigh.

“Alright. We have food things enroute. It took some convincing.. he kept wanting me to use something called uber eats. But I’m trying to not use this card. Plus that’s a stupid fucking name. Also if you were curious.. they don’t have a dry cleaner.” He muttered the last part like it was a serious set back for him.

He cared a lot about how he looked. Looking a certain way was step one of any grift. The only reason this whole thing took as long as it did is because he looked like a dressed up trucker just crawled out of a lake.

It was still barely early evening though. They had all night to get the food and beat Alastor in beer pong again.

Oh so that’s how it would be. Oh he could work with that.

There was almost a physical lightbulb that went off above Vox’s head. His whole demeanor changing as he seemed to finally understand the rules of their human ‘on a mission’ dynamic.

The huge smile was back. Shit eating grin and without the angled shark teeth the shape looked almost out of place.

It was a light shove, so he ignored it. Even if it hadn’t been he might have ignored it.

“I like when you blush for me~” he added mercilessly. He took another kiss keeping the other’s jaw trapped in his firm grip. Then bit at Alastor’s bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark and in this case, draw a little blood.

“Oh there’s your blood~ enjoy that~” he teased. Finally letting go and giving the other’s ass a tight squeeze as he moved to step out of the shower.

There was plenty of staff, and he had some cash left but he wasn’t going to blow it on wait staff that should do what he said anyway.

They would get his food regardless.

Vox shook his head around briefly as he was free of the shower, just to stop his hair from dripping in his eyes. His skin sort of all over his body was still blotchy and pink, just agitated by the heat of the water from earlier. But it was settling slowly.

“Hurry up in here. And I know it won’t take long- you have no products.” He added leaning on the impatience he exhibited all the time, just so the other would know he was not free to wither in peace.

He picked up the rest of the cigarette and wandered into the hotel room naked.

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Oh so that’s how it would be. Oh he could work with that.

There was almost a physical lightbulb that went off above Vox’s head. His whole demeanor changing as he seemed to finally understand the rules of their human ‘on a mission’ dynamic.

The huge smile was back. Shit eating grin and without the angled shark teeth the shape looked almost out of place.

It was a light shove, so he ignored it. Even if it hadn’t been he might have ignored it.

“I like when you blush for me~” he added mercilessly. He took another kiss keeping the other’s jaw trapped in his firm grip. Then bit at Alastor’s bottom lip hard enough to leave a mark and in this case, draw a little blood.

“Oh there’s your blood~ enjoy that~” he teased. Finally letting go and giving the other’s ass a tight squeeze as he moved to step out of the shower.

There was plenty of staff, and he had some cash left but he wasn’t going to blow it on wait staff that should do what he said anyway.

They would get his food regardless.

Vox shook his head around briefly as he was free of the shower, just to stop his hair from dripping in his eyes. His skin sort of all over his body was still blotchy and pink, just agitated by the heat of the water from earlier. But it was settling slowly.

“Hurry up in here. And I know it won’t take long- you have no products.” He added leaning on the impatience he exhibited all the time, just so the other would know he was not free to wither in peace.

He picked up the rest of the cigarette and wandered into the hotel room naked.

Vox smoothed his wet hair back. He missed being in the tub. They had left that too soon. A new feeling crept up. Annoyed. Annoyed that he wasn’t getting what he wanted even if Alastor was right here. They were naked in a shower for hells sake. He could shove the other against that wall and kiss him all night if he wanted.

The familiar ripple of his ego flexing at the brief concern of rejection- of embarrassment- in front of Alastor- made him pause just a moment.

He glanced over to the other, noticing the way the smile on the outside hadn’t faded- and wouldn’t as much as it faded from his posture.

Fuck he really didn’t want to leave the apartment but no one would deliver cigarettes and alcohol…

What the hell was he saying- he was Vox the Media Demon. He fucking got what he wanted.

“I’m done. But take your time.” He said maybe surprisingly gently. Then continued less gently,

“ I’m going to find someone to get us some fucking alcohol and smokes. Maybe some sushi. If this place isn’t going to have adequate bathrooms it’s at least going to give me service.”

He said confidently, his voice catching a bit of that bubbly bravado he put on when he was about to cause hell for someone. Like the soccer moms and like the wait staff. This would be no different. He stole the bar of soap back from where Alastor had dropped it and rubbed it on his body in a lazy and fast way but it would at least work. Then tossed it onto the side shelf.

Good. Momentum. He wasn’t sure if this whole scenario was making the other- more…. ace…unsexual… but the other seemed only into- providing… and not into receiving as much. He wasn’t sure if that included kissing.

But he wasn’t going to tiptoe around. He hated feeling his chest twist up.

Keeping his momentum, he moved his hand to Alastor’s jaw and held it in his hand, then pulled it closer and crowded him to get the proximity of the kiss he wanted. But it wasn’t a fast kiss. Lifting his chin and kissing into him gently. Their lips felt different even then previously. Everything was softer. Squishier.

“Do you want anything babe?” He said intentionally. The double orgasm fog finally ebbing away into just ego.

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Vox smoothed his wet hair back. He missed being in the tub. They had left that too soon. A new feeling crept up. Annoyed. Annoyed that he wasn’t getting what he wanted even if Alastor was right here. They were naked in a shower for hells sake. He could shove the other against that wall and kiss him all night if he wanted.

The familiar ripple of his ego flexing at the brief concern of rejection- of embarrassment- in front of Alastor- made him pause just a moment.

He glanced over to the other, noticing the way the smile on the outside hadn’t faded- and wouldn’t as much as it faded from his posture.

Fuck he really didn’t want to leave the apartment but no one would deliver cigarettes and alcohol…

What the hell was he saying- he was Vox the Media Demon. He fucking got what he wanted.

“I’m done. But take your time.” He said maybe surprisingly gently. Then continued less gently,

“ I’m going to find someone to get us some fucking alcohol and smokes. Maybe some sushi. If this place isn’t going to have adequate bathrooms it’s at least going to give me service.”

He said confidently, his voice catching a bit of that bubbly bravado he put on when he was about to cause hell for someone. Like the soccer moms and like the wait staff. This would be no different. He stole the bar of soap back from where Alastor had dropped it and rubbed it on his body in a lazy and fast way but it would at least work. Then tossed it onto the side shelf.

Good. Momentum. He wasn’t sure if this whole scenario was making the other- more…. ace…unsexual… but the other seemed only into- providing… and not into receiving as much. He wasn’t sure if that included kissing.

But he wasn’t going to tiptoe around. He hated feeling his chest twist up.

Keeping his momentum, he moved his hand to Alastor’s jaw and held it in his hand, then pulled it closer and crowded him to get the proximity of the kiss he wanted. But it wasn’t a fast kiss. Lifting his chin and kissing into him gently. Their lips felt different even then previously. Everything was softer. Squishier.

“Do you want anything babe?” He said intentionally. The double orgasm fog finally ebbing away into just ego.

“My hair isn’t fine. It’s thick.” He said confidently as if he had any concept of what Alastor was talking about at all. He didn’t have time to consider his own genius though, because the soap bar was plucked right from his hand.

It was true that Vox wasn’t reacting as strongly, the doubt hadn’t gone away though. It was really just metamorphosing into how them being so domestic could benefit the other. Other than the deal he had been suckered into now. Alastor had after all proudly admitted to running cons on others using fondness and dating to lure others where he wanted them.

Not that they were dating.

They weren’t.

Alastor would never agree to something of the sort.

Hell- Vox would never agree to something if the sort. Useless concepts. All it was with a friendship with a condition of restraint. And Vox could show nothing of the sort.

Please him and Alastor weren’t friends. They were companions…..

It was different.

Very different.

Vox’s eyes stared at Alastor’s lips for a long moment, then his eyes had to close as the water dripped down. Thankfully this also saved him from catching any of that fondness to overthink later. Easily, he let the other finish shampooing his hair.

“It doesn’t matter- soap is soap. I just need it to not smell.”

After a moment he moved his head back under the water with his eyes closed. Rinsing it out sort of oddly too. His face angled downward instead of up like most people would. But he usually tried to avoid water spots on his screen so it was just how he was used to rinsing.

His eyes stayed closed, sort of crowding Alastor as he kept rinsing, the water running over his face.

After about a minute he leaned back from the water, and pushed his wet hair away. Blinking his eyes back open, and needing to catch his balance on the wall.

“Anyway. So we’re leaving early tomorrow?”

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“My hair isn’t fine. It’s thick.” He said confidently as if he had any concept of what Alastor was talking about at all. He didn’t have time to consider his own genius though, because the soap bar was plucked right from his hand.

It was true that Vox wasn’t reacting as strongly, the doubt hadn’t gone away though. It was really just metamorphosing into how them being so domestic could benefit the other. Other than the deal he had been suckered into now. Alastor had after all proudly admitted to running cons on others using fondness and dating to lure others where he wanted them.

Not that they were dating.

They weren’t.

Alastor would never agree to something of the sort.

Hell- Vox would never agree to something if the sort. Useless concepts. All it was with a friendship with a condition of restraint. And Vox could show nothing of the sort.

Please him and Alastor weren’t friends. They were companions…..

It was different.

Very different.

Vox’s eyes stared at Alastor’s lips for a long moment, then his eyes had to close as the water dripped down. Thankfully this also saved him from catching any of that fondness to overthink later. Easily, he let the other finish shampooing his hair.

“It doesn’t matter- soap is soap. I just need it to not smell.”

After a moment he moved his head back under the water with his eyes closed. Rinsing it out sort of oddly too. His face angled downward instead of up like most people would. But he usually tried to avoid water spots on his screen so it was just how he was used to rinsing.

His eyes stayed closed, sort of crowding Alastor as he kept rinsing, the water running over his face.

After about a minute he leaned back from the water, and pushed his wet hair away. Blinking his eyes back open, and needing to catch his balance on the wall.

“Anyway. So we’re leaving early tomorrow?”

Vox snorted a bit and stepped into the shower, the water flattening his hair and immediately pushing it into his face.

He pushed a puff of air out of his pursed lips to ward off the water as it ran down his face. Steadying himself against the wall since his eyes were closed against the water and his wet hair.

After he was in one hand moved to smooth his hair back and dragged his palm down his eyes and face to clear the water away before blinking his eyes back open.

With the reflective water, and his hair slicked back, it was much easier to see the scar down his forehead and across his left eye. Definitely resembling the shape that that pupil would be in his true demonic form. Long and jagged. But the scar was relatively superficial looking. Just inset enough to be visible and a deeper brownish pink that looked brighter with the hot water flushing his skin.

“As if that ever stops you.” He said back, mocking Alastor’s tone lightly.

“I never noticed how much everything smells..” muttered. No complaining in his voice as he didn’t mean it in a negative connotation. He just previously… couldn’t smell as well. He could still smell- but as a human with a nose smack in the middle of your face instead of buried somewhere in organic hardware, those smells got much louder.

He hoped whatever soap the other found wouldn’t overcome the smell of how his companion smelled right now. It was familiar- he liked how it settled.

Regardless Vox found a bar of soap nearby and just picked it up since the other was using a small bottle of something. Immediately though, he started pushing the lather it left on his hands through his hair. He didn’t care he just didn’t want it to smell.

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Vox snorted a bit and stepped into the shower, the water flattening his hair and immediately pushing it into his face.

He pushed a puff of air out of his pursed lips to ward off the water as it ran down his face. Steadying himself against the wall since his eyes were closed against the water and his wet hair.

After he was in one hand moved to smooth his hair back and dragged his palm down his eyes and face to clear the water away before blinking his eyes back open.

With the reflective water, and his hair slicked back, it was much easier to see the scar down his forehead and across his left eye. Definitely resembling the shape that that pupil would be in his true demonic form. Long and jagged. But the scar was relatively superficial looking. Just inset enough to be visible and a deeper brownish pink that looked brighter with the hot water flushing his skin.

“As if that ever stops you.” He said back, mocking Alastor’s tone lightly.

“I never noticed how much everything smells..” muttered. No complaining in his voice as he didn’t mean it in a negative connotation. He just previously… couldn’t smell as well. He could still smell- but as a human with a nose smack in the middle of your face instead of buried somewhere in organic hardware, those smells got much louder.

He hoped whatever soap the other found wouldn’t overcome the smell of how his companion smelled right now. It was familiar- he liked how it settled.

Regardless Vox found a bar of soap nearby and just picked it up since the other was using a small bottle of something. Immediately though, he started pushing the lather it left on his hands through his hair. He didn’t care he just didn’t want it to smell.

Vox pushed both of his arms up and made a small breathy grunt as he caught his breath in the stretch, then sighed it out heavily. The bathroom door still open, he wandered out then back in, having retrieved his last cigarette and lit it some illegal way…

“This is my last smoke.. we have to go out anyway.” He added as he leaned on the sink again. He just needed a bit.. he’d put it out and use the rest after the shower.

Plus he was enjoying watching Alastor preen in the water.

Something continued to twist in the back of his chest cavity though. An urgency- or a dread… or maybe excitement or elation…

But at least the romp in the tub had muted it. Or maybe it hadn’t been the orgasm, and just the immense amount of contact he had shared.. that could have lasted longer and he wouldn’t have minded. Surely he wasn’t that desperate as to be subject to craving just touching the other. He wasn’t that far gone..

The knot in his chest twisted tighter- so he capped that train of thought. Quickly. Correlation didn’t mean anything.

Vox pinched out the embers of the cigarette to preserve the rest. Setting it on the counter. Then moving to the entrance of the shower. Scouting to see if there was even enough room for him to join.

The shower was equally tiny. And the shower head was the smallest he’d seen in a long time.

“That’s a lot of words for- yes I want to.” He teased. Clearly the other wanted to rest at least.

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Vox pushed both of his arms up and made a small breathy grunt as he caught his breath in the stretch, then sighed it out heavily. The bathroom door still open, he wandered out then back in, having retrieved his last cigarette and lit it some illegal way…

“This is my last smoke.. we have to go out anyway.” He added as he leaned on the sink again. He just needed a bit.. he’d put it out and use the rest after the shower.

Plus he was enjoying watching Alastor preen in the water.

Something continued to twist in the back of his chest cavity though. An urgency- or a dread… or maybe excitement or elation…

But at least the romp in the tub had muted it. Or maybe it hadn’t been the orgasm, and just the immense amount of contact he had shared.. that could have lasted longer and he wouldn’t have minded. Surely he wasn’t that desperate as to be subject to craving just touching the other. He wasn’t that far gone..

The knot in his chest twisted tighter- so he capped that train of thought. Quickly. Correlation didn’t mean anything.

Vox pinched out the embers of the cigarette to preserve the rest. Setting it on the counter. Then moving to the entrance of the shower. Scouting to see if there was even enough room for him to join.

The shower was equally tiny. And the shower head was the smallest he’d seen in a long time.

“That’s a lot of words for- yes I want to.” He teased. Clearly the other wanted to rest at least.

Vox twitched ticklishly when his ear was kissed. His skin was thinner and he was unaccustomed to having ears. It felt like the kiss landed straight on his brain.

“Don’t rush me..” he mumbled softly when Alastor prompted him to move, though he did lean forward free the other of his weight anyway.

The water was still draining and the overflow was attempting to catch up. There was a considerable amount of water on the bathroom floor. Enough to have filled the entirety of the bathroom in a puddle.

After Vox sat there and finished rubbing his face he started to get up, but Alastor beat him to it. So he just sat there an extra minute while the other man got out.

Some part of him got annoyed that the other got out. It had felt nice. Some part of the bath experience..

It was probably the water temperature.

Yeah probably….

Vox dragged his hands down his face, feeling his skin stretch was also novel again. Weird.

“..wha? No.” He said after a beat. His brain still felt like molasses. Exhaustion catching up and the exercise didn’t help.

“I vote drinking games. Maybe raid the bar. I saw some unopened bottles they won’t miss.”

Vox finally pulled himself up, grunting as he moved to stand slower than Alastor. He got out and shivered slightly at the temperature change. Pushing on his groin for a second as he leaned against the sink vanity- because it felt only a little strange to only have one. Only when he noticed it.

His cyan eyes were caught by Alastor’s stretch. His skin deep and wet and lovely. Shit.

He pushed his hand back through his hair. The red piece carding down, a bit more vibrant now that it was wet.

“Assuming you want to get wasted before you sleep..”

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Vox twitched ticklishly when his ear was kissed. His skin was thinner and he was unaccustomed to having ears. It felt like the kiss landed straight on his brain.

“Don’t rush me..” he mumbled softly when Alastor prompted him to move, though he did lean forward free the other of his weight anyway.

The water was still draining and the overflow was attempting to catch up. There was a considerable amount of water on the bathroom floor. Enough to have filled the entirety of the bathroom in a puddle.

After Vox sat there and finished rubbing his face he started to get up, but Alastor beat him to it. So he just sat there an extra minute while the other man got out.

Some part of him got annoyed that the other got out. It had felt nice. Some part of the bath experience..

It was probably the water temperature.

Yeah probably….

Vox dragged his hands down his face, feeling his skin stretch was also novel again. Weird.

“..wha? No.” He said after a beat. His brain still felt like molasses. Exhaustion catching up and the exercise didn’t help.

“I vote drinking games. Maybe raid the bar. I saw some unopened bottles they won’t miss.”

Vox finally pulled himself up, grunting as he moved to stand slower than Alastor. He got out and shivered slightly at the temperature change. Pushing on his groin for a second as he leaned against the sink vanity- because it felt only a little strange to only have one. Only when he noticed it.

His cyan eyes were caught by Alastor’s stretch. His skin deep and wet and lovely. Shit.

He pushed his hand back through his hair. The red piece carding down, a bit more vibrant now that it was wet.

“Assuming you want to get wasted before you sleep..”

Vox just laid there against Alastor’s chest and panted as the fuzziness of his orgasm slowly descended. The hot water and the way the others palm slid over his skin seemed to drag it out. It felt good…

He was fucked. Alastor was getting way too good at this. If not evident by anything else but the hand still resting at his throat. That had been a new development and the deer seemed to catch onto it the same time Vox had discovered it.

He didn’t move yet.. he felt like jello.

After a few more deep inhales and exhales Vox felt like he had at least regained thought. At least enough to appreciate the hand that filtered through his bangs to to get the hair out of his face.

“This tub is tiny..” he answered rather flatly. Unconvinced he could ever be comfortable in it. His joints had a subtle ache in them. It seemed the goods and the bads of using a human disguise persisted. He needed to stretch.

“Can we just shower.”

Vox’s hand that was still rested on Alastor’s wrist, tentatively tried to lift it off. Unsure if the other would persist with the hold.

The first orgasm was good… but this one seemed to hit the spot. Because he immediately seemed much more relaxed.

Regardless if his neck was released, he reached over and got the rest of his drink. Downing half of it then offering the rest to Alastor.

They would get more. Probably even tonight. For now he was in no hurry, but it wouldn’t last. He was too tall for this tub.

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Vox just laid there against Alastor’s chest and panted as the fuzziness of his orgasm slowly descended. The hot water and the way the others palm slid over his skin seemed to drag it out. It felt good…

He was fucked. Alastor was getting way too good at this. If not evident by anything else but the hand still resting at his throat. That had been a new development and the deer seemed to catch onto it the same time Vox had discovered it.

He didn’t move yet.. he felt like jello.

After a few more deep inhales and exhales Vox felt like he had at least regained thought. At least enough to appreciate the hand that filtered through his bangs to to get the hair out of his face.

“This tub is tiny..” he answered rather flatly. Unconvinced he could ever be comfortable in it. His joints had a subtle ache in them. It seemed the goods and the bads of using a human disguise persisted. He needed to stretch.

“Can we just shower.”

Vox’s hand that was still rested on Alastor’s wrist, tentatively tried to lift it off. Unsure if the other would persist with the hold.

The first orgasm was good… but this one seemed to hit the spot. Because he immediately seemed much more relaxed.

Regardless if his neck was released, he reached over and got the rest of his drink. Downing half of it then offering the rest to Alastor.

They would get more. Probably even tonight. For now he was in no hurry, but it wouldn’t last. He was too tall for this tub.

Even the words melted away to just groans and exhaled vowels that seemed like they had intended to be words. His hips twisted, lifting up slightly. The unnatural blue eyes had slid closed, reaching for his finish as the grip on Alastor’s leg once again grew incredibly tight. His finger tips digging in and sure to bruise since they couldn’t cut.

When the hand rested against his throat he made a frankly pitiful noise- practically a whimper. The hand that had been arresting the side of the plastic tub immediately moved to grip the wrist at his throat. Definitely not tugging away. Just gripping.

His hips were rocking upwards into Alastor’s hand who seemed to be allowing more and more, and it was such a steady increase that it felt inevitable. He would scream if Alastor took it away- he couldn’t- he wouldn’t right??

“..-fuck— fuck- f-ngh—“ he whispered desperately, his voice crackling and his disguise even seeming to waver a bit as he slammed into his climax like being jettisoned over the precipice of the worlds tallest rollercoaster.

The muscles in his frame above Alistor’s stiffened immensely. Quaking over the other as he held his breath. Then after a few seconds he very gradually tried to release his muscles, and sagged back against the other’s chest. Limp and sated and exhausted.

The water was sloshing over the top now. Not quite and even pour, but with their activities, there had been little regard for keeping water in the tub. When Vox laid back against Alastor like how his was, the water level was well up to his chest. His pale skin, on top of the plethora of nips and hickeys that had been left, was turning very pink, but was likely due to the scalding water rather than any sweet nicknames.

‘Sweetheart.’ Mm..

After a moment he lifted his foot and turned the water off. That left the only noise to be Vox’s panting.

His hand was still on Alastor’s wrist, with the other at his thigh.

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Even the words melted away to just groans and exhaled vowels that seemed like they had intended to be words. His hips twisted, lifting up slightly. The unnatural blue eyes had slid closed, reaching for his finish as the grip on Alastor’s leg once again grew incredibly tight. His finger tips digging in and sure to bruise since they couldn’t cut.

When the hand rested against his throat he made a frankly pitiful noise- practically a whimper. The hand that had been arresting the side of the plastic tub immediately moved to grip the wrist at his throat. Definitely not tugging away. Just gripping.

His hips were rocking upwards into Alastor’s hand who seemed to be allowing more and more, and it was such a steady increase that it felt inevitable. He would scream if Alastor took it away- he couldn’t- he wouldn’t right??

“..-fuck— fuck- f-ngh—“ he whispered desperately, his voice crackling and his disguise even seeming to waver a bit as he slammed into his climax like being jettisoned over the precipice of the worlds tallest rollercoaster.

The muscles in his frame above Alistor’s stiffened immensely. Quaking over the other as he held his breath. Then after a few seconds he very gradually tried to release his muscles, and sagged back against the other’s chest. Limp and sated and exhausted.

The water was sloshing over the top now. Not quite and even pour, but with their activities, there had been little regard for keeping water in the tub. When Vox laid back against Alastor like how his was, the water level was well up to his chest. His pale skin, on top of the plethora of nips and hickeys that had been left, was turning very pink, but was likely due to the scalding water rather than any sweet nicknames.

‘Sweetheart.’ Mm..

After a moment he lifted his foot and turned the water off. That left the only noise to be Vox’s panting.

His hand was still on Alastor’s wrist, with the other at his thigh.

“-You do know I’m going to re- ha- remember- haa..”

Vox bit his lip as finally… Alastor started getting some speed or any amount of pace and rhythm.

“You’re lucky- I- Mh—“ he broke off again focusing elsewhere. His whole head turning to cotton.

“Tell- you- tell you what-? Ab-“ he gave a breathless chuff when Alastor inevitably made his point.

“You want me to just talk??” He could do that he just had to remember to keep talking. Moving his hips, he tried to tilt them, maybe to just steer the other toward holding it a little different. A little to the left.. maybe a little tighter..

“Mh.. I can talk-“ he muttered again trying to just keep it up. “You like this..? You like hhh my voice?”

Vox adjusted his grip on Alastor’s thigh, leaning his head back against the other’s shoulder. Unintentionally showing more of his neck, and showing off the hickeys already there. The leverage he had on the other side of the tub, meant he was starting to maybe squash the other a little against the back as his muscles tensed up more.

“….yes- yes..” he said quieter. Trying not to babble but there was definitely only one thing on his mind right now so it inevitably melted into just praise and worship.

“..just… just.. right there- feels… mhh-“ his voice was interrupted with soft groaning and breathy moans when Alastor would interrupt or change the pace at all.

It wouldn’t take him much more on Alastor’s end- but that was the beauty of it. The radio got to pick and choose where and when.

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“-You do know I’m going to re- ha- remember- haa..”

Vox bit his lip as finally… Alastor started getting some speed or any amount of pace and rhythm.

“You’re lucky- I- Mh—“ he broke off again focusing elsewhere. His whole head turning to cotton.

“Tell- you- tell you what-? Ab-“ he gave a breathless chuff when Alastor inevitably made his point.

“You want me to just talk??” He could do that he just had to remember to keep talking. Moving his hips, he tried to tilt them, maybe to just steer the other toward holding it a little different. A little to the left.. maybe a little tighter..

“Mh.. I can talk-“ he muttered again trying to just keep it up. “You like this..? You like hhh my voice?”

Vox adjusted his grip on Alastor’s thigh, leaning his head back against the other’s shoulder. Unintentionally showing more of his neck, and showing off the hickeys already there. The leverage he had on the other side of the tub, meant he was starting to maybe squash the other a little against the back as his muscles tensed up more.

“….yes- yes..” he said quieter. Trying not to babble but there was definitely only one thing on his mind right now so it inevitably melted into just praise and worship.

“..just… just.. right there- feels… mhh-“ his voice was interrupted with soft groaning and breathy moans when Alastor would interrupt or change the pace at all.

It wouldn’t take him much more on Alastor’s end- but that was the beauty of it. The radio got to pick and choose where and when.

Vox let out another breath but in exasperation when Alastor stated the obvious. This kind of cruel was different. But he supposed the other was likely immune to this kind of gravity. Or at least the direness of it.

He gripped his thigh tighter as the pace deepened and then immediately slowed. Fighting back a pitiful groan of disappointment. While also trying to think of something to appease the other that wouldn’t be giving in anymore than he had recently.

“..you know what I want you pretentious little-“ he griped with no real venom to his voice. Just running his vocals to hear himself talk, some sort of a distraction. And it cut off when the lips brushed the shell of his ear.

The tv man’s muscles twitched when Alastor hit a particularly good spot and tried to lift up into the touch but there wasn’t a lot of space in the tub to allow him that space and leverage. So he grumbled and let his legs relax back down.

The nickname hit his skin like a dart. And his flushed skin couldn’t get any hotter, especially with the hot water still running and definitely overtaking most of the lukewarm water. (Also filling faster than the overflow could drain, but that wasn’t a problem either cared about much.)

He felt the cold rush of being irredeemably flustered and he wanted to just perish and sink back to hell.

“N-name calling? That doesn’t work on me..” he stammered a bit, and it maybe would have been more believable if he hadn’t tripped over his words.

“—you know what I want- I can help you out too-“ he bargained quickly.

Vox swore he was going to burst if this pace didn’t change. He was trying not to beg goddammit-

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Vox let out another breath but in exasperation when Alastor stated the obvious. This kind of cruel was different. But he supposed the other was likely immune to this kind of gravity. Or at least the direness of it.

He gripped his thigh tighter as the pace deepened and then immediately slowed. Fighting back a pitiful groan of disappointment. While also trying to think of something to appease the other that wouldn’t be giving in anymore than he had recently.

“..you know what I want you pretentious little-“ he griped with no real venom to his voice. Just running his vocals to hear himself talk, some sort of a distraction. And it cut off when the lips brushed the shell of his ear.

The tv man’s muscles twitched when Alastor hit a particularly good spot and tried to lift up into the touch but there wasn’t a lot of space in the tub to allow him that space and leverage. So he grumbled and let his legs relax back down.

The nickname hit his skin like a dart. And his flushed skin couldn’t get any hotter, especially with the hot water still running and definitely overtaking most of the lukewarm water. (Also filling faster than the overflow could drain, but that wasn’t a problem either cared about much.)

He felt the cold rush of being irredeemably flustered and he wanted to just perish and sink back to hell.

“N-name calling? That doesn’t work on me..” he stammered a bit, and it maybe would have been more believable if he hadn’t tripped over his words.

“—you know what I want- I can help you out too-“ he bargained quickly.

Vox swore he was going to burst if this pace didn’t change. He was trying not to beg goddammit-

Vox’s grip squeaked on the plastic of the tub. He was never and would never be a patient man. And edging was only something he had experienced recently and with this other man. Was it supposed to last longer? Was he just bad at it? At holding out? Was he that down bad? Hell in heaven he was fucked.

He could feel some of the more prominent kisses and how they lingered. Gentle throbbing under his skin and maybe a twinge here and there.

Surely Alastor wasn’t just toying with him.. he could see that he wasn’t going to last under this. Vox chose to blame the alcohol. It always made him more pliant. Especially to radio deer.

“..-fuck..” Vox muttered almost interrupting the other after the silence was broken. But even his voice had dropped the word like it was breathed out of the heaviest breath he wasn’t strong enough to hold anymore. Imagining all the dark spots the other was leaving. So much for being shirtless at any point in time around here.

His left hip twisted a bit to maybe prompt the touches- or steer them into…. Something.

If he hadn’t been fully erect then he was now. And whatever he happened to be leaking, mixed with the water and left no evidence.

“-alright- y-ou’re being cruel now—“ he whined under his breath after just maybe another thirty seconds.

His soft stomach under Alastor’s fingers, stiffened as he flexed then relaxed here and there. Rising and falling with his breath he was attempting to control. He had little to no abs but his sides had better muscle definition. Likely just due to something like a corset. (For men of course.)

The free hand not gripping the tub edge for dear life- had moved down to hole onto Alastor’s thigh.

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Vox’s grip squeaked on the plastic of the tub. He was never and would never be a patient man. And edging was only something he had experienced recently and with this other man. Was it supposed to last longer? Was he just bad at it? At holding out? Was he that down bad? Hell in heaven he was fucked.

He could feel some of the more prominent kisses and how they lingered. Gentle throbbing under his skin and maybe a twinge here and there.

Surely Alastor wasn’t just toying with him.. he could see that he wasn’t going to last under this. Vox chose to blame the alcohol. It always made him more pliant. Especially to radio deer.

“..-fuck..” Vox muttered almost interrupting the other after the silence was broken. But even his voice had dropped the word like it was breathed out of the heaviest breath he wasn’t strong enough to hold anymore. Imagining all the dark spots the other was leaving. So much for being shirtless at any point in time around here.

His left hip twisted a bit to maybe prompt the touches- or steer them into…. Something.

If he hadn’t been fully erect then he was now. And whatever he happened to be leaking, mixed with the water and left no evidence.

“-alright- y-ou’re being cruel now—“ he whined under his breath after just maybe another thirty seconds.

His soft stomach under Alastor’s fingers, stiffened as he flexed then relaxed here and there. Rising and falling with his breath he was attempting to control. He had little to no abs but his sides had better muscle definition. Likely just due to something like a corset. (For men of course.)

The free hand not gripping the tub edge for dear life- had moved down to hole onto Alastor’s thigh.

His head was starting to swim a bit. Just the vestiges of his thoughts. Overwhelmed with how much heavier the ‘breadcrumbs’ had become.

These were no breadcrumbs. It felt like he was soaking in it- instead of hot water.

Alastor had definitely found some kind of control of it- or maybe not- maybe he did just feel this strongly. Or have this intense of clarity. He had said previously that he couldn’t control it- couldn’t steer it.

That thought made him dizzy with how flustered it would make him- if he believed it. He almost did. Regardless it was a syrupy sappy thought and his face heated up immensely at the proposition. And if that wasn’t enough of a catalyst, the hands that had been at his back were creeping around to his front.

Surely not…

Vox inhaled deep- then deeper, feeling the fingers creep along until they were tiptoeing along the length of his half chubbed dick. He swallowed hard enough to make some subtle noise. Fucking hell. He was being teased.

One hand gripped the edge of the tub, trying not to act as affected as he was. He loved when Alastor took the lead- he so rarely did.

The heat of the tub was starting to feel like lava with how fast the touches heated him up while sitting in it.

He wanted to say something just to break the silence but he didn’t want to dissuade the other.

So he just bit his bottom lip and concentrated on exhaling and not sounding as belabored in his breathing as his eager tense muscles actually made him.

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His head was starting to swim a bit. Just the vestiges of his thoughts. Overwhelmed with how much heavier the ‘breadcrumbs’ had become.

These were no breadcrumbs. It felt like he was soaking in it- instead of hot water.

Alastor had definitely found some kind of control of it- or maybe not- maybe he did just feel this strongly. Or have this intense of clarity. He had said previously that he couldn’t control it- couldn’t steer it.

That thought made him dizzy with how flustered it would make him- if he believed it. He almost did. Regardless it was a syrupy sappy thought and his face heated up immensely at the proposition. And if that wasn’t enough of a catalyst, the hands that had been at his back were creeping around to his front.

Surely not…

Vox inhaled deep- then deeper, feeling the fingers creep along until they were tiptoeing along the length of his half chubbed dick. He swallowed hard enough to make some subtle noise. Fucking hell. He was being teased.

One hand gripped the edge of the tub, trying not to act as affected as he was. He loved when Alastor took the lead- he so rarely did.

The heat of the tub was starting to feel like lava with how fast the touches heated him up while sitting in it.

He wanted to say something just to break the silence but he didn’t want to dissuade the other.

So he just bit his bottom lip and concentrated on exhaling and not sounding as belabored in his breathing as his eager tense muscles actually made him.

He didn’t remember how it felt in this body to have his face go so red and flustered. The warmth flushing across his skin when Alastor’s arms snaked around his middle to hug him closer but firmly.

Vox was sure he would have been feeling Alastor’s claws if they weren’t blunted by the human guise.

The sleepy calmness slowly seemed to start ebbing away, not leaving really.. just slowly being overtaken by something much heavier. Stronger.

It took Vox several more minutes to realize this was the same channel type breadcrumbs he was referring too earlier.

The light touches weren’t feeling as light anymore, but no less pleasant. Vox had no value for the healthy ways of loving. He wanted to feel needed, but needed. He wanted to know the other would be crumbling without him.

He felt the possession… and he felt the little sting of marks being left. They were very easy to see on his new lighter skin. He would be lying if he said the slowly changing pace wasn’t… igniting some amount of desire. Feeling the intensity like it was being fed right into his brain.

Vox tried to ignore it though. He had been enjoying just the cuddling, but unlike Alastor he was no amount asexual. It was just a pesky thought for now, but it did make his submerged dick twitch in interest. The intensity really appealed to him. It wasn’t his fault…

He wouldn’t dare break the silence though.