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“Fuck you’re so hot. And you haven’t even had a drop of liquor~ no getting out of this one~..” he teased. Maybe a bit of projection happening. Vox was usually the one that madly leaned on alcohol. It was a moot point now anyway.

For the next several minutes Vox did move very slow as he worked on wriggling his second length in alongside the first one. He eventually did sit up more and leaned Alastor down onto the couch, so so carefully. Shockingly mindful of his back. And then kept at it.

There was no way there wasn’t some level of pain. And Vox groaned wantonly, a little higher pitched then he ever was when he leaned into Alastor finally just enough to have the head finally snuggle in alongside. Then he paused- because he didn’t fancy having his head ripped off his neck like an electric dandelion. Just to give Alastor some time to settle.

It was hard to hold still- him with no patience and his companion that felt so fucking good.

Vox was leaned over Alastor, crowding him and panting into the others mouth because they had been kissing, but the overwhelm distracted him.

The free hand that wasn’t looped around the other to hold him close- moved to gather some of the pushed lube and reapply it to the stretched and angry flesh around their connection.

“Fkbaby-“ Vox whispered into the open mouth, his expression twisted up and taught.

Vox hummed so thoroughly pleased he felt it manifest in his chest- fill it- and felt it tighten his throat. Alastor the radio demon wrapped around his goddamn finger and sitting in his lap. Nearly begging for it. Vox was sure if he asked the other would beg for it.

Readily.

But he didn’t have the patience for that preamble. The teasing threshold was long gone. He wanted to take the other overlord now.

Vox’s right hand moved to slid up the other’s lower back, appreciating the curve of the lower back and maybe pushing to exaggerate it a touch. With how the tv was leaning back- it made plenty of room for the radio to fit like a glove however he pleased.

And the kissing timed perfectly. He kissed Alastor back urgently. Like he had been holding out himself and the dam finally broke.

He didn’t see the lube produced- but he heard it. Well versed in that sound now a days.

The other hand moved up to collect the bottle, and didn’t even bother with the cap. One claw punctured the soft bottle and he squeezed to push the contents into his own palm. Then quickly moved the warm handful to slather messily between their connection.

“Look at you being so needy for me~” Vox cooed. His voice purring with unbridled adoration.

“Ready to have all of me inside you~?” He talked into the kiss. When he wasn’t talking, his tongue was deep in Alastor’s mouth, feeling over the other’s tongue and tracing the others razor teeth. His kiss very wet and messy as usual.

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Vox hummed so thoroughly pleased he felt it manifest in his chest- fill it- and felt it tighten his throat. Alastor the radio demon wrapped around his goddamn finger and sitting in his lap. Nearly begging for it. Vox was sure if he asked the other would beg for it.

Readily.

But he didn’t have the patience for that preamble. The teasing threshold was long gone. He wanted to take the other overlord now.

Vox’s right hand moved to slid up the other’s lower back, appreciating the curve of the lower back and maybe pushing to exaggerate it a touch. With how the tv was leaning back- it made plenty of room for the radio to fit like a glove however he pleased.

And the kissing timed perfectly. He kissed Alastor back urgently. Like he had been holding out himself and the dam finally broke.

He didn’t see the lube produced- but he heard it. Well versed in that sound now a days.

The other hand moved up to collect the bottle, and didn’t even bother with the cap. One claw punctured the soft bottle and he squeezed to push the contents into his own palm. Then quickly moved the warm handful to slather messily between their connection.

“Look at you being so needy for me~” Vox cooed. His voice purring with unbridled adoration.

“Ready to have all of me inside you~?” He talked into the kiss. When he wasn’t talking, his tongue was deep in Alastor’s mouth, feeling over the other’s tongue and tracing the others razor teeth. His kiss very wet and messy as usual.

Vox growled something impatient.

“How about conjuring up some eldritch lube instead of complaining so much- hm??” The tv said dripping with snark and challenge.

“Besides- if you wanted to take over- you would have tried it ages ago.” He hissed and reached back up after dropping his hold on both their lengths. The hand moved up to hold Alastor’s jaw, matching the still healing scars on the flesh and bone. Then pulled him closer. His screen got a fraction brighter and his grin was already too bright with those shark teeth beaming.

“I think you’re enjoying yourself… I think you love watching me.. and you love when I call you sappy pet names..~ hm? Babe?” Vox voice was syrupy sweet and dripping with that intentional resonance that made it sound loud and very soft and intimate at the same time.

Vox started rocking Alastor on his hips where he sat. Some semblance of a rhythm, with his front most cock still tucked deep into the other overlord.

“Make me some lube, Alastor.~” He said again but much more pointed and expectant now. The cyan claws still at his hip were digging in now. Gripping him tightly.

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Vox growled something impatient.

“How about conjuring up some eldritch lube instead of complaining so much- hm??” The tv said dripping with snark and challenge.

“Besides- if you wanted to take over- you would have tried it ages ago.” He hissed and reached back up after dropping his hold on both their lengths. The hand moved up to hold Alastor’s jaw, matching the still healing scars on the flesh and bone. Then pulled him closer. His screen got a fraction brighter and his grin was already too bright with those shark teeth beaming.

“I think you’re enjoying yourself… I think you love watching me.. and you love when I call you sappy pet names..~ hm? Babe?” Vox voice was syrupy sweet and dripping with that intentional resonance that made it sound loud and very soft and intimate at the same time.

Vox started rocking Alastor on his hips where he sat. Some semblance of a rhythm, with his front most cock still tucked deep into the other overlord.

“Make me some lube, Alastor.~” He said again but much more pointed and expectant now. The cyan claws still at his hip were digging in now. Gripping him tightly.

Vox’s grin came right back as the other seemed to be pulled away from his antenna. The grip on the offending radio’s hand did not let go though. He held the hand between them the sharp vertices of his claws pressing lines into the skin of the other. His other hand continued to fondle and tease both of their cocks squeezed together- but fuck if it didn’t feel so good. And he was never good at denying himself.

The tv groaned and leaned forward more, then reversed and leaned all the way back against the couch back so he could see Alastor better.

Finally letting go of the hand- he moved his own to hold the slight red and tan waist. Just for a moment then, before gripping his thigh instead. Using it as a handle to lift and grind the radio down onto him in just little movements. Still teasing- but working himself up in the process too.

The little antenna sparked a little in his pleasure as it slowly started to build back up. Entirely disregarding the warning in the other overlord’s eyes because he was enjoying himself.

“I’ll take my sweet fucking time~ you feel so good.. maybe I could fit both of them in you~ make you so full-“

Vox shuddered abruptly and his hips lurched up sharply at that in his imagination. Maybe thrusting a bit more urgently into his own hand and up into Alastor, bouncing him a little.

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Vox’s grin came right back as the other seemed to be pulled away from his antenna. The grip on the offending radio’s hand did not let go though. He held the hand between them the sharp vertices of his claws pressing lines into the skin of the other. His other hand continued to fondle and tease both of their cocks squeezed together- but fuck if it didn’t feel so good. And he was never good at denying himself.

The tv groaned and leaned forward more, then reversed and leaned all the way back against the couch back so he could see Alastor better.

Finally letting go of the hand- he moved his own to hold the slight red and tan waist. Just for a moment then, before gripping his thigh instead. Using it as a handle to lift and grind the radio down onto him in just little movements. Still teasing- but working himself up in the process too.

The little antenna sparked a little in his pleasure as it slowly started to build back up. Entirely disregarding the warning in the other overlord’s eyes because he was enjoying himself.

“I’ll take my sweet fucking time~ you feel so good.. maybe I could fit both of them in you~ make you so full-“

Vox shuddered abruptly and his hips lurched up sharply at that in his imagination. Maybe thrusting a bit more urgently into his own hand and up into Alastor, bouncing him a little.

Somehow Vox missed the hand moving upward to his head. Somehow he had gotten lax again with tracking the literal tier one cannibalistic demon in his lap again. Because when the hand held and rolled the metal in the soft fingers- he didn’t have time to meter his reaction. He inhaled short and sharp and stiffened mildly. His eyes flickering slightly before settling again.

Alastor would receive a small zap from it but no more than contact with an outlet’s worth.

One hand moved up to quickly grip the others offending wrist. Which he also would have preferred to not have reflexively done as a reaction- it telegraphed much too much of the effects. It nearly guaranteed more of the same in the near future with their silent war on finding the most buttons on the other.

His screen maybe got marginally brighter, but his eyebrows lowered in a mock glare. Petulant maybe, his head tilted just slightly as he held Alastor’s gaze.

Vox had just gotten the upper hand somewhat and he didn’t want to lose it so fast.

So with his free hand, the other holding Alastor’s wrist, Vox moved between them and started fondling their cocks still snuggled together.

“ Yes baby~?”

Vox’s voice kept the cooing doting tone. Letting some of that deeper vocal fry color the roots of his voice too.

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Somehow Vox missed the hand moving upward to his head. Somehow he had gotten lax again with tracking the literal tier one cannibalistic demon in his lap again. Because when the hand held and rolled the metal in the soft fingers- he didn’t have time to meter his reaction. He inhaled short and sharp and stiffened mildly. His eyes flickering slightly before settling again.

Alastor would receive a small zap from it but no more than contact with an outlet’s worth.

One hand moved up to quickly grip the others offending wrist. Which he also would have preferred to not have reflexively done as a reaction- it telegraphed much too much of the effects. It nearly guaranteed more of the same in the near future with their silent war on finding the most buttons on the other.

His screen maybe got marginally brighter, but his eyebrows lowered in a mock glare. Petulant maybe, his head tilted just slightly as he held Alastor’s gaze.

Vox had just gotten the upper hand somewhat and he didn’t want to lose it so fast.

So with his free hand, the other holding Alastor’s wrist, Vox moved between them and started fondling their cocks still snuggled together.

“ Yes baby~?”

Vox’s voice kept the cooing doting tone. Letting some of that deeper vocal fry color the roots of his voice too.

This was so sappy. Syrupy sticky sweet- and a part of Vox recoiled at this.

He hadn’t called anyone baby in over a century. And the last time he did- it was for 30 years straight and in exchange for receiving what boiled down to blood money and servitude.

Vox wasn’t looking for that from Alastor. But that didn’t stop him from thinking he was secretly (from himself) trying to take it.

Thankfully for the mood his dick was much louder. With the deer still seated on him fully and the way his claws gripped the flesh of his shoulders. The furry chest pushed into his own..

A wave of seemingly randomly placed intensity rolled over him, his muscles keening tightly then relaxing.

His own name made him refocus on the radio demon faster. Staring into the red eyes.

“Yesss~?” He teased in a sing song coo as he rolled his hips forward and back with what limited flexibility he had. The little antenna perched on his head gave little flits of sparks. Looking like brief sparkles.

Vox’s claws bracketed the red hips and started lifting and lowering the other just a little. The overstimulation was hedging toward need quickly with the other whimpering on him.

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This was so sappy. Syrupy sticky sweet- and a part of Vox recoiled at this.

He hadn’t called anyone baby in over a century. And the last time he did- it was for 30 years straight and in exchange for receiving what boiled down to blood money and servitude.

Vox wasn’t looking for that from Alastor. But that didn’t stop him from thinking he was secretly (from himself) trying to take it.

Thankfully for the mood his dick was much louder. With the deer still seated on him fully and the way his claws gripped the flesh of his shoulders. The furry chest pushed into his own..

A wave of seemingly randomly placed intensity rolled over him, his muscles keening tightly then relaxing.

His own name made him refocus on the radio demon faster. Staring into the red eyes.

“Yesss~?” He teased in a sing song coo as he rolled his hips forward and back with what limited flexibility he had. The little antenna perched on his head gave little flits of sparks. Looking like brief sparkles.

Vox’s claws bracketed the red hips and started lifting and lowering the other just a little. The overstimulation was hedging toward need quickly with the other whimpering on him.

Vox’s grin couldn’t get any bigger or it would overrun his face. Maybe it was already- those big cyan shark teeth glowing brightly with his delight.

He did however let the deer pull his jaw from his grip, holding it just tight enough where his claws would drag against the only mostly healed flesh of his tan jaw.

And only in favor of sitting up further and putting his grip into the hips that sat on his lap.

Pushing them down and then a little shiver wriggling out of his frame at the sensation. Wholly still connected, and his intruding dick certainly wasn’t soft by any means.

Vox canted his hips and easily stirred them around while keeping that pressure on the other with his hands against the others hips.

He opened his mouth to talk but interrupted himself with another shudder and a very deep inhale- which Vox directed right up against the others jaw.

“You like when I call you baby~?”

His voice cooed sinfully.

The wrinkly antenna atop his box head were quivering excitedly and one straighter continued to dip and then bounce back up like it was being prompted with the excitement over and over.

Of course Vox couldn’t jump right back into another round yet- at least for another few minutes. But Alastor didn’t know that. And he would bet the other wouldn’t call this bluff.

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Vox’s grin couldn’t get any bigger or it would overrun his face. Maybe it was already- those big cyan shark teeth glowing brightly with his delight.

He did however let the deer pull his jaw from his grip, holding it just tight enough where his claws would drag against the only mostly healed flesh of his tan jaw.

And only in favor of sitting up further and putting his grip into the hips that sat on his lap.

Pushing them down and then a little shiver wriggling out of his frame at the sensation. Wholly still connected, and his intruding dick certainly wasn’t soft by any means.

Vox canted his hips and easily stirred them around while keeping that pressure on the other with his hands against the others hips.

He opened his mouth to talk but interrupted himself with another shudder and a very deep inhale- which Vox directed right up against the others jaw.

“You like when I call you baby~?”

His voice cooed sinfully.

The wrinkly antenna atop his box head were quivering excitedly and one straighter continued to dip and then bounce back up like it was being prompted with the excitement over and over.

Of course Vox couldn’t jump right back into another round yet- at least for another few minutes. But Alastor didn’t know that. And he would bet the other wouldn’t call this bluff.

Vox luckily seemed to still be deep in his palpable afterglow and didn’t seem to notice the shyness yet. His head was slumped at a slight weird angle with his mouth hanging open. The red eyes only partially open and very distant looking. Reveling in the pleasant buzz still zinging vaguely through his nerves. His muscles twitched barely here and there.

Finally he closed his mouth to swallow thickly and seemed to refocus on Alastor. The pleasant buzz slowly melted away into discomfort. The angle of his neck aching and his hips sore.

“…ow.. fuck..” he whispered under his breath.

Then pulled himself up to sit just a bit clumsily since the deer was still on top of and inserted on himself and Vox didn’t want to make it impossible to sit.

That’s when he noticed the blush that surely hadn’t settled. Vox stared a bit, a quizzical expression flitting over his face because… they did this all the time now and Alastor rarely got red in the face from it.

The nickname?? He had forgotten for a moment he had used it.

The confusion melted into smugness and then further into that smug toothy grin.

“I thought you hated nicknames~” Vox cooed proudly. One hand moving up to bracket his jaw exactly as the scars dictated, but not tightly.

“What else are you lying about~” he teased in a low sing song voice- intent on prying.

The other hand, now that he was sitting up, went right back to cup and fondle the tail. Like a magnet.

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Vox luckily seemed to still be deep in his palpable afterglow and didn’t seem to notice the shyness yet. His head was slumped at a slight weird angle with his mouth hanging open. The red eyes only partially open and very distant looking. Reveling in the pleasant buzz still zinging vaguely through his nerves. His muscles twitched barely here and there.

Finally he closed his mouth to swallow thickly and seemed to refocus on Alastor. The pleasant buzz slowly melted away into discomfort. The angle of his neck aching and his hips sore.

“…ow.. fuck..” he whispered under his breath.

Then pulled himself up to sit just a bit clumsily since the deer was still on top of and inserted on himself and Vox didn’t want to make it impossible to sit.

That’s when he noticed the blush that surely hadn’t settled. Vox stared a bit, a quizzical expression flitting over his face because… they did this all the time now and Alastor rarely got red in the face from it.

The nickname?? He had forgotten for a moment he had used it.

The confusion melted into smugness and then further into that smug toothy grin.

“I thought you hated nicknames~” Vox cooed proudly. One hand moving up to bracket his jaw exactly as the scars dictated, but not tightly.

“What else are you lying about~” he teased in a low sing song voice- intent on prying.

The other hand, now that he was sitting up, went right back to cup and fondle the tail. Like a magnet.

Vox had definitely missed any amount of nuance or meaning behind the color explanation. The last thing on his mind was colors. He was driven entirely by the desire to feel more- and more- and harder.

The navy skin of his had a sheen of sweat to it, being against the couch and not the one moving made him that much more of a hotbox. His tv fans not as useful and his gills partially covered by the plush of the couch.

A grunting noise of appreciation was pushed from his chest when that hand rested and then pushed over the bite mark. His claws lifted and then re sank into the flesh by his hips.

Then one hand moved to hold the back of him- as if he were about to readjust them. Finally about to put himself on top. But the pace they had going with the grinding felt too good to jostle. Just one more- just one more-

Vox’s eyes closed, his eyebrows pinching down in steep sharp angles. Lost in the way the other bounced and ground and gripped. His hands on the red spotted hips did help with the pace, taking some of the deer’s weight and helping him keep up.

Then that secret little back door dropped a nice little message.

Together. Now.

Vox’s mouth dropped open more and he gripped Alastor’s hips, taking over the pacing to go much faster and canted his hips to the side so he could keep up with his own pace.

“Fuck baby- nngh-“ he whispered like it was being roughly dragged over vocal cords that weren’t there.

It didn’t take more than another minute and he was sweating bullets trying to make sure the other came with him.

He gave a tense whine as he finished, his hips pushed up and lifting Alastor. Trembling and panting before slowly sinking onto the couch.

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Vox had definitely missed any amount of nuance or meaning behind the color explanation. The last thing on his mind was colors. He was driven entirely by the desire to feel more- and more- and harder.

The navy skin of his had a sheen of sweat to it, being against the couch and not the one moving made him that much more of a hotbox. His tv fans not as useful and his gills partially covered by the plush of the couch.

A grunting noise of appreciation was pushed from his chest when that hand rested and then pushed over the bite mark. His claws lifted and then re sank into the flesh by his hips.

Then one hand moved to hold the back of him- as if he were about to readjust them. Finally about to put himself on top. But the pace they had going with the grinding felt too good to jostle. Just one more- just one more-

Vox’s eyes closed, his eyebrows pinching down in steep sharp angles. Lost in the way the other bounced and ground and gripped. His hands on the red spotted hips did help with the pace, taking some of the deer’s weight and helping him keep up.

Then that secret little back door dropped a nice little message.

Together. Now.

Vox’s mouth dropped open more and he gripped Alastor’s hips, taking over the pacing to go much faster and canted his hips to the side so he could keep up with his own pace.

“Fuck baby- nngh-“ he whispered like it was being roughly dragged over vocal cords that weren’t there.

It didn’t take more than another minute and he was sweating bullets trying to make sure the other came with him.

He gave a tense whine as he finished, his hips pushed up and lifting Alastor. Trembling and panting before slowly sinking onto the couch.

“You see in sepia??” Vox swallowed thickly, the drive in his head to make Alastor go faster only really subdued by the tv trying desperately to do some amount of multitasking. Trying to follow the long winded sentences and obscure meanings that came with them while the deer was actively bouncing and rolling his hips. His second member between them getting ground between them.

Before the tv demon could protest or threaten taking control the one hand slid up and slotted up against his throat. His mouth opened but his voice was abruptly gone. A rolling sensation of intensity grew and boiled under his skin that slid down his arms and spine. Did Alastor figure out his weakness of those hands being on his throat or was he just getting lucky.

Regardless- there was a funny analog sounding hum as Vox swallowed thickly against the hand. While his face was directed up and to stare right at Alastor. The OLEDS of his face were insanely brightly lit and the magenta patch in the midst of the cyan glow was more intense than it had been in a decade. The glitching didn’t stop. The whole of his screen- face and all actually seized up and flashed while it started to scroll upwards before flipping back to its place.

This happened when the hand met his neck.

His red eyes forced to stare at Alastor with his own sort of deer in headlights look. He felt vulnerable- for no real reason. Or so he told himself. This wasn’t a vulnerable situation at all….

The confession sat somewhere in limbo- right above his heart. Even though his psyche was gripping at it- wanting to believe it and digest the compliment. Let it soothe the ego bruises that it could. But the subject was too vulnerable- too many walls and checks and balances to allow something so brazenly said enter so quickly. It would have to suffer much further scrutiny when he wasn’t so preoccupied with- this-.

His eyes did soften a bit more even when the forehead moved to lean against his own. A little blip of static shock flitted between them. Glass to flesh.

Vox’s reply cut off once more though as the pace suddenly picked up. Again.

“Alastor-“ he whined under his breath. The teasing of off and on and fast to slow wasn’t something he had a lot of experience with. Or having patience in general. It felt like he was going to start begging soon- and he was trying to avoid that.

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“You see in sepia??” Vox swallowed thickly, the drive in his head to make Alastor go faster only really subdued by the tv trying desperately to do some amount of multitasking. Trying to follow the long winded sentences and obscure meanings that came with them while the deer was actively bouncing and rolling his hips. His second member between them getting ground between them.

Before the tv demon could protest or threaten taking control the one hand slid up and slotted up against his throat. His mouth opened but his voice was abruptly gone. A rolling sensation of intensity grew and boiled under his skin that slid down his arms and spine. Did Alastor figure out his weakness of those hands being on his throat or was he just getting lucky.

Regardless- there was a funny analog sounding hum as Vox swallowed thickly against the hand. While his face was directed up and to stare right at Alastor. The OLEDS of his face were insanely brightly lit and the magenta patch in the midst of the cyan glow was more intense than it had been in a decade. The glitching didn’t stop. The whole of his screen- face and all actually seized up and flashed while it started to scroll upwards before flipping back to its place.

This happened when the hand met his neck.

His red eyes forced to stare at Alastor with his own sort of deer in headlights look. He felt vulnerable- for no real reason. Or so he told himself. This wasn’t a vulnerable situation at all….

The confession sat somewhere in limbo- right above his heart. Even though his psyche was gripping at it- wanting to believe it and digest the compliment. Let it soothe the ego bruises that it could. But the subject was too vulnerable- too many walls and checks and balances to allow something so brazenly said enter so quickly. It would have to suffer much further scrutiny when he wasn’t so preoccupied with- this-.

His eyes did soften a bit more even when the forehead moved to lean against his own. A little blip of static shock flitted between them. Glass to flesh.

Vox’s reply cut off once more though as the pace suddenly picked up. Again.

“Alastor-“ he whined under his breath. The teasing of off and on and fast to slow wasn’t something he had a lot of experience with. Or having patience in general. It felt like he was going to start begging soon- and he was trying to avoid that.

Vox immediately cursed himself for his own choice of words. Of course Alastor was going to take that and run- of course he was going to-

He immediately lifted his hips to meet Alastor’s when the hips ground into him deeper. Exhaling hard and feeling the heat on his screen build more.

Then his red eyes widened like dinner plates as the stupid deer suggested that he should hear something similar. Vox knew what was coming immediately before the other even started. About to open his mouth and protest or complain or cut him off with some snide remark— when the pace kicked up a notch.

His voice chirping a bit before he could finish the first word as

“Yo-au—“

Vox’s face felt like lava as Alastor started his list. The artifacts and glitching immediately increased. The pixels splitting and tearing before attempting to reset, only to quickly be unseated again by another lurch or flash.

“F-F— sh-t up—“ he whispered his voice so strained and thin, it sounded more like a hiss.

Shit he was going to finish— unless the Radio Demon’s pace abruptly dropped back down. Which it did. His vocalizer gave a strained little whine then wheezed in a deep breath. And his hips immediately kicked upward to try and maintain the pace, but couldn’t.

“You f—“ it died in his mouth again as Alastor mentioned his face. Suddenly listening with rapt attention. One of the larger pieces of insecurity, his head and face. Especially since his companion had been around to witness the first iteration.

Vox nearly interrupted him with-

“You’re lying.”

But there was so little venom to the words, almost pleading Alastor to reconsider if he was lying. Like he couldn’t believe that. But wanted too.

The antenna quivered lightly.

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Radiorose! 🫂🌹

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Polly Pocket, but make it Hazbin Hotel~

I keep thinking about the cutouts of old cathedral radios as windows and that inspired this fun little idea

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This artwork is just …

By momoturu_hh on X

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Vox immediately cursed himself for his own choice of words. Of course Alastor was going to take that and run- of course he was going to-

He immediately lifted his hips to meet Alastor’s when the hips ground into him deeper. Exhaling hard and feeling the heat on his screen build more.

Then his red eyes widened like dinner plates as the stupid deer suggested that he should hear something similar. Vox knew what was coming immediately before the other even started. About to open his mouth and protest or complain or cut him off with some snide remark— when the pace kicked up a notch.

His voice chirping a bit before he could finish the first word as

“Yo-au—“

Vox’s face felt like lava as Alastor started his list. The artifacts and glitching immediately increased. The pixels splitting and tearing before attempting to reset, only to quickly be unseated again by another lurch or flash.

“F-F— sh-t up—“ he whispered his voice so strained and thin, it sounded more like a hiss.

Shit he was going to finish— unless the Radio Demon’s pace abruptly dropped back down. Which it did. His vocalizer gave a strained little whine then wheezed in a deep breath. And his hips immediately kicked upward to try and maintain the pace, but couldn’t.

“You f—“ it died in his mouth again as Alastor mentioned his face. Suddenly listening with rapt attention. One of the larger pieces of insecurity, his head and face. Especially since his companion had been around to witness the first iteration.

Vox nearly interrupted him with-

“You’re lying.”

But there was so little venom to the words, almost pleading Alastor to reconsider if he was lying. Like he couldn’t believe that. But wanted too.

The antenna quivered lightly.

Vox bit the bottom inside of his ‘lip’ as he tried not to react so apparently to the way the other was starting to move. The weird living glass puckered a bit at his bottom lip maybe a little unnaturally. His eyes traveling up the picturesque display in front of him. Admiring the scars and the fur and the way his chest fur was gathered in gentle clumps together with the heat from the deer.

Then his lip was released and his mouth dropped open with a gentle groan of appreciation when the sensations moved to include his second length. Fuck he wanted to put both in- Alastor would look so hot.

The culmination of his own runaway fantasy thoughts and the pace turning steady and easy did bring out the visuals that the radio demon was probably hoping for. Not that Vox could feel it or otherwise perceive it. He couldn’t see his own face and he couldn’t feel the pixels tearing and lurching around.

His bright red eyes and the pixels that supported them lurched to the side as it glitched then snapped back. Getting much brighter, then settled again.

It was also pretty reliably right before he got more desperate to be handsy- control- controlcontrolcontrol.

Vox flexed a bit like he was going to try and flip them over so he could be on top again when Alastor started talking. He settled momentarily, panting and barely aware of the hands on his chest again.

“You look so good.” He said easily, sounding distracted, a second smaller glitch and blip flitting over his screen.

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Vox bit the bottom inside of his ‘lip’ as he tried not to react so apparently to the way the other was starting to move. The weird living glass puckered a bit at his bottom lip maybe a little unnaturally. His eyes traveling up the picturesque display in front of him. Admiring the scars and the fur and the way his chest fur was gathered in gentle clumps together with the heat from the deer.

Then his lip was released and his mouth dropped open with a gentle groan of appreciation when the sensations moved to include his second length. Fuck he wanted to put both in- Alastor would look so hot.

The culmination of his own runaway fantasy thoughts and the pace turning steady and easy did bring out the visuals that the radio demon was probably hoping for. Not that Vox could feel it or otherwise perceive it. He couldn’t see his own face and he couldn’t feel the pixels tearing and lurching around.

His bright red eyes and the pixels that supported them lurched to the side as it glitched then snapped back. Getting much brighter, then settled again.

It was also pretty reliably right before he got more desperate to be handsy- control- controlcontrolcontrol.

Vox flexed a bit like he was going to try and flip them over so he could be on top again when Alastor started talking. He settled momentarily, panting and barely aware of the hands on his chest again.

“You look so good.” He said easily, sounding distracted, a second smaller glitch and blip flitting over his screen.

The moment those hips started moving Vox got immediately more vocal. The muscles in his hips twitched and tightened, canting his hips up to feel more of the grinding friction as the other also started moving.

“Gh- fuck-“ he wheezed out squirming more while his heels fought for any kick of foothold to use for leverage. It wasn’t so much patience as it was lack of a comfortable way to thrust upward. Alastor was laying across his whole front.

His hands left Alastor’s head to immediately move down and bracket his hips again. Trying to steer the movements as a stand in for having no leverage at all.

The screen was very very warm- nearly too hot but he lifted it to keep the kiss as crushing as he could. Moaning and panting into the others mouth, sharing hot breaths which was doing nothing to cool him down.

“Fk- let me-“ he babbled under his breath directed at no one really, just a struggle while he fought for foot purchase.

Unlike Alastor, there were no thoughts or self reflection going on. He needed this build, the climax. He loved sex because it made his head go quiet except for the singing of serotonin and adrenaline.