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„Don’t you dare move now, boy,” Vox’s voice rings loud and clear in Mysta’s ears, its deep timbre making him shiver. The movement earns him a disapproving look and an annoyed hum from Vox. He stills.
The room is bathed in dim, warm light, tinged the color of blood. Splayed on the plush, luxurious bed and surrounded by silk sheets is Mysta, completely bare save for a red rope tying his dainty wrists to the bedframe. His skin is glistening with a sheen of sweat, his nipples stiff, bites and hickeys blossoming on his neck.
And straddling Mysta’s hips, impaled on his cock sits Vox Akuma, the demon lord himself, completely still, save for a hand languidly stroking his own hard dick, golden eyes roaming Mysta’s body.
“P-please…” Mysta tries quietly, stopping himself from thrusting into the inviting heat of Vox’s body with the sheer force of will that is slowly crumbling.
“Shhhh,” Vox puts his free hand to his kiss-swollen lips. “Don’t go ruining this for me now, boy. Behave.” Mysta whimpers pathetically, but doesn’t move.
“Let me repeat myself, so even a dumb little slut like you can understand,” Vox’s stare is ice-cold and cutting as he gazes at Mysta’s body. “You’re gonna lay real still and quiet and feel glad that your Lord is warming your cock so well,” he rolls his hips once just to see Mysta choke back a sob, his breath shaky.
“And if you disobey…” the look in his golden demon eyes is sharp, pinning Mysta to the bed. Every spot Milord looks at feels like it’s been pierced with a pin, keeping him rooted in place. Pretty, fragile specimen just for Vox to admire. “I will edge you for hours. I won’t let you come until you’re begging for it like a pathetic whore that you are… and even then I’ll leave you hanging,” He smirks a little, watching as Mysta’s pupils dilate and watch him intensely. “I will break you thoroughly, my boy.” His smile is predatory, a dangerous spark in his eye. “But I’m sure you would still like that, huh? A masochistic bitch like you certainly would…”
Mysta shakes his head vigorously, but even then his traitor of a cock throbs in interest at the prospect. Vox’s smile widens. “Mmmm, I felt that,” he sighs in satisfaction tightening the grip on his own dick. “Still, I would love it if you were a patient little fox tonight. Think I might even let you come inside as a reward…”
The only thing filling the silence are Mysta’s shaky, quiet breaths and the sound of Vox sliding a slickened hand up and down his length.
“Now, where were we,” Vox quickens his pace a bit, biting back a satisfied moan, eyelids fluttering closed. “Mmmm… I-Ike… You’re filling me up so well-” his voice is a hoarse murmur. Mysta can only look as Vox thumbs his sensitive cockhead, precum already pearling at the tip, making the slide that much easier. It’s mixing with the slick feeling of Mysta’s saliva from minutes before, when Vox was thrusting roughly into his open, willing mouth, jaw slackened, throat waiting for the thick shaft to fill it making him choke and cry. “Ikey, you’re so good to m-me- fuck-“
He shifts his hips, angling them just right, just how he likes it, just how he imagines Ike would do it, the tip on Mysta’s cock pushing against his prostate. His eyes almost roll to the back of his skull from the insistent pressure, dull pleasure coursing through his body. He can feel his hole tighten and he hears a quickened breath from below him.
He speeds up the movement of his hand, wet slapping noises mixing with little shaky breaths. Vox imagines the smell of Ike’s cologne, the softness of his skin, his beautiful eyes. “Ike-“ He dreams of Ike fucking him, slow and deep until he comes untouched, Ike kissing him, marking him, teasing the softest noises out of his throat, Ike tying him up all pretty and making him beg, Ike, Ike, Ike, Ike, Ike “Ike, Ike, Ike, Ike, Ike… I-Ike, Ike-!”
He comes with the name on his lips, white flashing behind his closed eyelids. His hole tightens on Mysta’s dick still buried inside and pressing insistently against his prostate when he rocks his hips in small circles as the orgasm overtakes him.
When his breathing evens, Vox shifts the position a bit and opens his eyes. Mysta is lying very still. He is biting his lip and his knuckles turn white from how hard he’s gripping the rope that’s tying his hands together. But he is still, clearly fighting against the urge to thrust and come.
“You did well, Mysta,” Vox says, heart beating furiously in his chest. After a moment of silence he is leaning forward with a slight smile and unties Mysta’s bound hands. The fox boy closes his eyes and whimpers with every shift, still not daring to move or speak. And when his hands are free and Vox touches them affectionately, moving them to his own hips, he grabs on tightly.
“Open your eyes,” says Vox and Mysta does so without a second of hesitation. Vox kisses him hard, shoving his tongue inside. When he pulls away, he can see Mysta is on the verge of crying from restraining himself and takes pity on his sweet, obedient lover. “You can come inside, baby boy,” he murmurs and with permission given, Mysta finally starts fucking him, hard and fast, tears in his eyes, grip bruising on Vox’s hips. It isn’t long before he spills inside the tight warmth of Vox’s body with a high whine while biting the smooth skin of his neck with his sharp canines, breaking the skin. He rides out his orgasm clutching at Vox’s back, leaving angry red scratches with his nails.
When he finally feels like he can breathe again he slips his softening cock out of Vox’s hole. He licks his lips, coppery taste of demon blood intoxicating. He keeps clutching at Vox’s back, until his pulse slows to its normal rhythm.
They lay in silence, tainted with each other’s fluids, basking in the afterglow until Vox decides to break the silence.
“Let’s get cleaned up, love.” Mysta cracks one eye open, clearly resistant to the idea, but he quickly gets ushered to the adjacent bathroom. Before they leave the room though, Vox rings a small bell. His demonic servants should take care of the soiled sheets
The shower in Vox’s bathroom is spacious, allowing both of them to fit inside. The room quickly fills with steam as Vox cleans Mysta lovingly, massaging previously bound wrists, kissing over the bites on his neck and whispering sweet, soothing words right into his lover’s ears.
When he’s done he takes care of himself with a slight help from Mysta and finally, after drying each other with fluffy crimson towels they lay down in Milord’s soft, freshly changed sheets.
“Thank you, Vox,” Mysta says, voice a bit rough from having a cock shoved down his throat earlier in the evening. “Thank you for being so good to me.” He sounds vulnerable.
“No need to thank me, Mysta,” Vox replies simply. “I, too, enjoyed myself quite a bit.” He leaves a sweet kiss on Mysta’s neck. “You did so well today, love. Made me feel so good.” Another kiss. “Looked so pretty bound to my bed.” Another. “So obedient, just for me.” Mysta settles into Vox’s arms, and sighs contentedly. He gets a few more small kisses all over his shoulders.
“I’m completely drained, let’s sleep,” Vox says with a small yawn as he settles his head in the crook of Mysta’s neck. But right before his consciousness is about to slip, he hears Mysta calling his name. He hums, too tired to speak.
“Vox, think we could get Ike to join us next time…?” he asks quietly and then continues, his voice slowly getting louder as the gears in his mind are turning faster. “Not sure how we’d convince him to join, but maybe he’s actually really into that kinky shit, huh? He’s reserved but maybe underneath that exterior is a whole-ass kink repertoire! U can never know for sure, right? He would definitely be an S. One hundred percent. He could tie you up all nice and-”
“Mysta, how do u plan on asking Ike if he wants to cuck you…?” Vox murmurs half-asleep, small, fond laughter actually escaping his lips at Mysta’s sudden babbling.
“Listen, I think we can work this out! We just need a strategy-“ he suddenly gets interrupted by Vox’s sleepy voice and a strong arm around his delicate waist bringing him even closer, flush with the bigger body behind him. “Mhm, strategy, yes. But tomorrow.” Vox’s breath tickles tiny hairs on Mysta’s nape. “Now I need my beauty sleep, because somebody fucked me good and hard tonight.”
Mysta has the audacity to blush at this “Yeah, tomorrow,” he mumbles and closes his eyes.