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It was not the first, nor would it be the last time Alastor would ask himself how the fuck he’d ended up in this situation. His boyfriend’s attempts to wheedle him into things, particularly of a sexual nature, didn’t tend to bear fruit.
Yet here they were at dinner in a classier restaurant than he would normally frequent (Vox’s taste, not his), with him doing his best not to outright squirm in his seat. He knew his face was flushed, meanwhile his hands were clenched so tightly in his lap, his nails were digging into the flesh of his palms.
“Something wrong?” Vox purred as he rested his elbows on the table, lacing his fingers together and grinning as he set his chin atop them.
Alastor shot him a look that was known to strike fear into the hearts of any who dared cross him. Unfortunately Vox had built up an immunity over the years.
“You’ve left it r-running for several minutes now,” he replied through clenched teeth.
“Hmm? Oh!” Vox’s face became the dictionary definition of innocent. Alastor hadn’t bought it before they started their relationship and he sure as fuck wasn’t buying it now.
Still, he seemed to get the hint, seeing as the toy finally stopped vibrating inside of him. Alastor would have sagged with relief, but he wasn’t about to sacrifice his perfect posture just because he could now sort of think straight.
“Ready to give up yet?” his boyfriend asked, reaching across the small table to cup Alastor’s cheek in one hand.
He hated how he instinctively leaned into that gentle touch. Vox’s hands were always warm, unlike his own. Soft, too. While he was a whiz with technology, he didn’t share Alastor’s penchant for getting his hands dirty with other pursuits.
“You’re being such a good boy for me, Al.”
Color flooded his face and he shifted his grip to his knees instead, trying to avoid slicing his palms open. “Not. Here,” he hissed. His eyes said otherwise, much to his dismay.
Vox had always enjoyed a certain level of…exhibitionism that he’d never quite shared. While Alastor was all too happy to cut loose in the privacy of their own home, doing so where others could see or hear the side of him he kept so carefully under wraps had been completely out of the question.
It had taken them a while to build up to this. Alastor hadn’t even wanted to hold his boyfriend’s hand in public, let alone do anything of a more sexual nature. Vox had slowly chipped away at his reticence, one covert and tantalizing kiss or touch at a time.
He knew if he truly wanted him to stop, Vox would listen. They may have a bit of an…ahem…unconventional sexual relationship, but just because Alastor was willing to let Vox take the reins didn’t mean he could or would be forced into anything.
That was what made this new development so annoying. Alastor wanted this. He’d listened for months as Vox described this precise scenario in filthy detail. How Alastor would insert the toy and then let him control it when they went out to dinner for their fifth anniversary.
True, his boyfriend had taken some liberties when painting his picture. There was no way in hell Alastor would let him sweep everything from the table and have him right then and there in front of all the other diners.
But the toy was far from the only thing keeping Alastor hot and bothered. Vox had somehow infected him with his lewd, imagined scenarios. He’d caught himself fantasizing in the days leading up to their anniversary without Vox crooning his perverse promises into his ear.
Scenarios like Vox ignoring his wishes and making him beg before bringing him to messy completion while their impromptu audience looked on. Where he’d humiliate him by proving his body wasn’t his own and even Alastor’s vaunted self-control had its limits. Where, if Vox so wished it, he would be left on display to be ogled and fondled by the other patrons while he stood beside him and watched. Where Vox stroked his hair and showered him with demeaning praise for his obedience.
However, there was a stark difference between fantasy and reality.
Alastor knew there were clubs catering to that type of degeneracy because Vox had frequented them before they began dating. His employer’s tendency to overshare details about his personal and sex life was one of the many reasons Alastor had detested working as his intern.
Unfortunately (or fortunately, his present-day self supposed) he’d been unable to turn his nose up at the internship. Vox was old money and had the exact kind of connections Alastor had needed to hit the ground running in his future career, in addition to owning his own media empire. He’d applied for it in order to boost his resume, not because he’d had any desire to work with the man himself.
And now here he was, six years later.
Thankfully Vox had gotten his act together after his first few horrible attempts at flirting, though Alastor still made him wait a full year to prove how serious he was about an actual relationship with him. They’d spent a lot of time together during the trial period, and by the end of it Alastor had to admit the man could clean up nice with the right motivation.
Even if he had very nearly changed his mind during their first intimate encounter. Vox had lost it upon finding out he was a virgin… His ridiculous enthusiasm had rankled then, but Alastor looked fondly back on it now.
How he’d gone from that to tentatively agreeing to let the man play with him in public in the span of six years was…
Well, maybe Alastor wasn’t as immune to his purported charms as he liked to believe.
He was pulled from his reverie as the toy switched on again and he straightened his spine as far as its last few centimeters of give would allow, a sharp gasp escaping him.
This time, when Vox glanced up, he looked far from coy. His blue eyes went wide and he scrambled for his phone.
The vibrations continued to increase in intensity and Alastor thought his eyes may have crossed under the sudden assault. Or maybe his ability to see straight was somehow tied to his prostate? Hard to say. All he knew for certain was that Vox was now tapping desperately at his screen.
Of course, their waiter decided this was the perfect moment to stop back by to take their order.
Alastor didn’t trust his voice with how hard it was just to hold back the pornographic noises the toy was doing it’s damnedest to pull from him. He was, unfortunately, a very vocal lover.
“Do you both still need some time with the menu?” he thought he heard their waiter ask. Impossible to know for sure with how loudly his heart was pounding in his ears.
Alastor tried shifting covertly in his seat, hoping to put some distance between the toy and the bullied bundle of nerves. It turned out to be the worst decision he could’ve made. He swore he saw stars as the toy moved inside him and an orgasm crashed over him.
His voice blessedly failed him and he gave only a punched out gust of air as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. There was little he could do to keep the rest of his body still as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through him. He locked his muscles in place as best he could, trembling with the exertion. When his orgasm finally abated, Alastor dropped his head into his hands, doing his best to hide how red he’d gone and how he panted for breath in the aftermath.
“Sir? Are you all right?” someone, probably the waiter, asked.
Alastor’s hips gave tiny jerks under the table and he was so fucking grateful for the white tablecloth at least hiding that much.
“—it’s a big night for him,” he thought he heard Vox reply. “I probably should’ve waited to ask until after dinner.”
“Ah! Should I bring the champagne out now then? Instead of later?”
He could barely make out the words they were saying, let alone understand them. The toy had not let up one bit and pleasure was quickly morphing into agony.
It was too much. Too strong. He’d always been sensitive after. He enjoyed letting Vox torture him with overstimulation until he cried and begged for him to stop. But that was both done consensually and, more importantly, privately.
Alastor’s breath hitched, his vision swimming as he stared blankly down at the too many utensils and undoubtedly stupidly expensive cloth napkin resting in front of him.
He couldn’t even find it in himself to feel humiliated, not when he couldn’t string two thoughts together under the onslaught.
And then suddenly Alastor was being lifted from his seat and carried. Vox’s cologne surrounded him and he tried to ground himself in its familiar earthy and smoky warmth. He tightened a hand in his boyfriend’s suit jacket, holding on for dear life as tears began to run down his cheeks.
Alastor pressed his face into his chest to stifle the quiet sobs he couldn’t quite suppress. Some distant part of him thought he might be hard again. It was difficult to tell when every single nerve ending felt like it was on fire.
“You’re okay. I’ve got you,” Vox murmured against the top of his head. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”
Alastor hiccuped in answer, pressing closer to him. As if he could crawl up beneath his ribcage and find relief there. He knew if it was the only way to end his torment, Vox would’ve made it happen. Hell, the hopeless romantic would probably scoop his own organs out and ask Alastor if he needed anything else with his dying breath.
If their positions were reversed, he would’ve been willing to move heaven and earth for his boyfriend too. However, Alastor would’ve carefully considered their options rather than immediately eviscerate himself.
It reminded him of that time Vox insisted they watch Titanic together. How he’d sniffled and his eyes had shone as the male lead chose to freeze to death rather than ask the female lead to scooch over so he could join her on her makeshift raft.
In his delirious state, he found himself envisioning Vox’s head trapped in a giant ice cube and he might have laughed if another orgasm hadn’t chosen that moment to rock through him. Instead he muffled a wail against the other man’s sternum as his body went rigid and his toes curled in his dress shoes.
“V-Vox, I c-can’t,” he whimpered, tears flowing steadily now. It was too much too fast. The sensations were all beginning to blur together
The next thing he knew, he was being pressed gently onto his back as he struggled to catch his breath.
Vox unfastened his slacks and dragged them and his soiled boxers down before reaching between his legs to pull out the still vibrating toy.
Alastor sobbed as he eased it out of him, body twitching as the toy shifted. But finally it was out, albeit still vibrating.
He trembled in the aftermath, the sudden relief nearly as intense as the toy had been.
By the time he began to come back to himself, he was vaguely aware of the fact he was staring at the ceiling of Vox’s SUV, sprawled across its floor, as the backseats had been folded out of the way. Vox was holding him in his arms, murmuring endearments and apologies into his hair.
Alastor blinked owlishly, brain fuzzy as he shifted to press closer to him.
He could still hear the toy vibrating.
“What… What the fuck was that…?” Alastor managed, voice thick.
“…so…uh…that one might be defective…? I kept trying to turn it off in the app but nothing worked. I still can’t get the damn thing to turn off. I guess I’ll either have to break it or wait until the battery drains?”
His voice was subdued like it usually was when he’d fucked up. Right now, instead of mollifying Alastor however, it was only distressing him further.
He made a soft noise in the back of his throat as he pressed his face more firmly into Vox’s chest.
“Shit, are you okay, baby?” he asked, stroking his hair back and holding him closer.
“M’not mad,” Alastor mumbled.
“You probably fucking should be,” he protested, though his voice sounded a little steadier.
Alastor felt some of his lingering tension ease at that. “Know you didn’t do it on purpose.”
“I’d say it’s because you trust me, but I’m willing to bet it’s more because you’d fucking skin me alive if I did something like that on purpose.”
“Both,” he agreed, eyes sliding closed. “Why are we in your car instead of the bathroom?”
There was a beat of silence before Vox sheepishly replied, “…I kinda panicked…? Though, in my defence, I didn’t think you’d be thrilled if I had to lay you out on the bathroom floor to get the toy out. Didn’t know if you could stand up or not.”
“…how much did I humiliate the both of us?”
Vox chuckled, absently rubbing his back. “No one knew what was happening. I told them you were just feeling a little…emotional.”
Alastor scrunched his nose at that. “You’re lucky it’s my first time here, so they don’t realize how big of a lie that was. I don’t get emotional.”
“Again, kinda panicked, baby.”
He hummed in acknowledgement before pursing his lips and reaching between them to feel Vox straining against his own slacks. He groaned, shivering as he palmed him.
“I’m surprised you didn’t come from the sight alone.”
“…it was a damn near thing,” he admitted.
“You swear that I didn’t humiliate the both of us?”
“I swear!”
“Well, we can hardly go back inside with you in a state like this.”
The hand on his back stilled. “…I figured you might say that. If you give me a few minutes, I should be able to get us out of here. Dunno if you should be driving right now. You were pretty far gone.”
Alastor let his words hang between the both of them before giving his cock a firm squeeze.
“F-Fuck!” Vox bit out, hips jerking.
“I want to go back in. You’ve been talking this place up for weeks. So let’s take care of this and then go have dinner.”
“Y-You gonna let me fuck your hand in the parking deck?”
“No.”
Vox jerked. “What?! That’s cruel, even for you.”
Alastor smirked, glad he couldn’t see his face. “I was thinking you could fuck me instead. I think you’ve earned a little reward for helping me avoid making a fool out of myself in there when your damn toy malfunctioned.”
Vox’s arms tightened reflexively around him. “Fuck, are you serious right now? Please tell me you’re being serious right now!”
“You have to fuck me here. Like this.”
It likely wasn’t as public of a place as Vox would have preferred, but in the unlikely chance anyone happened by and peered into the SUV’s windows, they were sure to get an eyeful.
Alastor hoped that would be enough for him. It was more than they’d agreed to at the start of the evening, however it was a far cry from the BDSM clubs and stages of Vox’s past.
He’d worried at the beginning of their relationship that he might not be enough for the other man. Vox had reassured him time and time again that wasn’t the case.
And he’d whisked him away the moment he could, despite the fact that had probably been one of his biggest fantasies unintentionally come to life.
Vox leaned back to meet his eyes, his own nearly wide as saucers.
“Fucking shit, Alastor! You’re serious? Fuck! Gimme a minute…”
He blinked at that before he realized what the problem was, grinning wide. “You almost came just now, didn’t you?”
“…I’m gonna need you to stop talking,” Vox answered, sounding hoarse.
Alastor ducked his head, all but cackling.
“It’s not funny!” Vox huffed, though an errant chuckle escaped him too.
“You’re sure you’re not too oversensitive?” he asked once Alastor managed to regain some semblance of control over himself.
“Oh, I still am, but I know that this time and I want it. Besides, I don’t know how long you’re going to last.”
“Hey!”
“But you’re more than welcome to prove me wrong. You are, after all, the exhibitionist between the two of us.”
“…fuck. It’s always been different with you. We’re gonna have to do this shit a lot more if you ever wanna try doing it on stage.”
Alastor arched a brow. “For my sake or your own?”
“…fuck you.”
“That is what I’m waiting for, isn’t it?”
Though he couldn’t help but feel giddy with the knowledge he could still bring Vox to his knees after five years together. That his boyfriend didn’t think he could keep it together long enough to properly fuck him in front of an audience.
It made him feel…
Special.
Like Vox wasn’t exaggerating whenever he claimed he was one of a kind. That Alastor was the only one who’d ever been able to convince him to give monogamy a try.
Not that Alastor doubted his own worth, of course. But it was hard not to compare himself to Vox’s long list of more adventurous partners. Not to worry he might grow bored with how much more vanilla he was than they purportedly were.
Admittedly he wasn’t nearly as vanilla as he had been when they first started all this…
Vox was all too happy to drag his slacks and soiled boxers all the way off once Alastor kicked off his shoes. He then settled between his legs, staring down at him as if he couldn’t believe any of this was real.
He looked at Alastor like that a lot, actually.
“I want you naked.”
Alastor’s face flushed. “I’m already halfway there, aren’t I?”
“All the way.”
He rolled his eyes, but allowed himself to be divested of his jacket and button up. All he had left was his socks.
Somehow he felt more exposed wearing them than if he hadn’t been.
Vox’s eyes ran slowly up and down his body and Alastor felt his face grow even warmer beneath his scrutiny.
“I wanna take you to work with me. Keep you naked in my office the entire day, bend you over my desk and fuck you between meetings and have you warming my cock during them. I wanna play with you, but not let you come until I’m off the phone. And only then if you prove to me what a good little slut you can be.”
Alastor’s breath hitched at the mental image of himself kneeling in Vox’s lap. His imagination filled in other details, like the ball gag in his mouth to keep him quiet and a cock ring to ensure his compliance. How every little motion either of them made would shift Vox inside him. Or maybe he’d be on his knees with only Vox’s cock to keep him quiet, perhaps with a plug buried deep within him. Or maybe bent over his desk while Vox fondled him at his leisure, like he was nothing more than a living fidget toy for his amusement.
Fuck, he was already hard again…
His refractory period was usually better than Vox’s, what with being less than half his age, but it wasn’t usually this short.
He shivered as Vox ran his hand along his side, a possessive gleam in his eye.
Alastor hadn’t said yes but, tellingly, he also hadn’t said no.
Vox shook himself as if from a daze, touch growing feather light as he skimmed his fingertips just below his navel.
“Do you need me to prep you or…?”
Alastor huffed out a laugh as he rejoined him in the present moment. “No, the toy did more than enough of that.”
“Still, what if you’re more sensitive than you’re expecting?”
“And here I thought you were my boyfriend instead of my mother!”
Vox rolled his eyes as he unfastened his own slacks, pulling his cock out and slicking himself up with the lube they’d brought with them (just in case the toy began to chafe).
He pulled Alastor closer, encouraging him to wrap his legs around his waist.
“I want to make you cry,” he said as the tip of his cock brushed against his entrance.
“I want you to make me cry too,” Alastor answered, voice breathless. “I also want you to fuck me so hard I have to call out of work tomorrow.”
Vox’s hips gave a sudden jerk, smearing precum across the tight ring of muscle.
“Jesus, Al!”
“Hmm? Something the matter?”
“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me,” Vox muttered more to himself than in answer.
Alastor’s resulting chuckle switched to a moan as Vox rocked into him in one practiced motion. The toy had done a good job of prepping him, but Vox was larger and longer than it. The resulting stretch made his breath stutter in his chest.
Oh, it hurt. He was already so sensitive, he swore every nerve ending Vox brushed against had caught flame. Tears already prickled at the corners of his eyes and Alastor loved every fucking second of it.
“Put your back into it,” he demanded once he had the breath to do so.
Vox held very, very still. Alastor could practically hear him counting as he breathed slowly in and out through his nose.
A delighted laugh escaped Alastor. “Goodness! I didn’t realize how much of an effect my words would have on you!”
“You know I love your voice,” Vox groaned. “But if you want me to last more than a few seconds, maybe tone it down a little?”
That only resulted in another peal of laughter. Apparently it was enough of a pause for Vox to regather himself because Alastor’s breath hitched as he began to fuck him in earnest.
He whimpered helplessly as Vox shifted, now striking his prostate with each thrust. The other man leaned down, sinking his teeth into one of his nipples so hard, Alastor’s back arched up from the floor of the SUV.
He wrapped his arms around Vox’s broad shoulders, fingers digging into his suit jacket as he held on for dear life. Some distant part of him acknowledged they were being too loud, that the vehicle had to be rocking back and forth along with them, but rather than mortify him, it only fanned the flames of desire burning within him.
Vox wrapped his hand around his cock, jerking him off with the same brutal intensity as he fucked him. He didn’t let up on his nipple either and the sensation there quickly shifted from pleasure to pain.
He didn’t give Alastor a chance to catch his breath. Alastor’s pleas that it was too much, that he couldn’t take anymore, fell on deaf ears.
They had a safe word, after all, and even as far gone as Alastor was, as deliciously as it all hurt, he didn’t intend to use it,
He came for a third time with a choked sob, trembling in the aftermath as Vox continued to fuck him. His mind had gone entirely blank, the only thing he was capable of registering any longer was the overwhelming sensation of Vox driving against his prostate with every subsequent thrust.
He didn’t last much longer, pressing deep and coming inside him with a possessive groan of his name.
Alastor continued to lay there like that, arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him in place as his chest heaved and his vision blurred with tears.
Vox regathered himself first, moving to slide out of him. Alastor only tightened his hold, trembling.
“You did so good, baby,” he murmured, peppering his face with kisses. “Do you feel good?”
Alastor managed a tight nod, his breathing gradually beginning to even out as he came down from the high of the impromptu scene.
“Fuck, I’m never going to be able to drive this thing again,” Vox muttered to himself as he brushed Alastor’s sweat damp bangs back from his face. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
He leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering closed. “Mmhmm.”
“You’re gorgeous like this, all wrung out with my cock still in you…”
Alastor shivered at the words, basking in the praise Vox so readily heaped on him. He was always a big softie after sex. Potentially because Alastor was always at his most agreeable and pliant then and he wanted to drag it out as long as he could.
Eventually Alastor released his hold on him, biting back a whimper as Vox carefully pulled out. He let his boyfriend clean him up with the wet wipes they’d brought with them, relieved Vox’s overpreparedness had worked out for the best this time around. He’d even brought him an extra set of clean boxers.
Vox had to help him redress, his hands clumsy and his brain struggling to come back online. He was as gentle as always, handling Alastor’s uncooperative limbs with the utmost care.
“You sure you want to go back inside?” He asked once they’d both been cleaned up. Alastor found himself wrapped in his arms, his back to Vox’s chest and his head tucked beneath his chin.
He nodded his assent and Vox helped him out of the SUV. For a brief moment, Alastor feared his legs might buckle, but soon they were back in the restaurant, their table having been held for them in the meantime.
He gingerly retook his seat, grateful no one seemed to be outright staring at them. Their waiter was quick to come over to ask how he was feeling before handing them both a flute of champagne.
Alastor froze upon seeing what looked suspiciously like a ring in his glass. He stared at it, eyes going wide.
“Oh. Oh, fuck,” Vox hissed across from him. “…I forgot all about that…”
Alastor slowly lifted his head to meet his eyes.
He looked horribly out of sorts and the most anxious Alastor had ever seen him.
“…uh…”
Alastor continued to stare silently back at him.
“…happy anniversary…?”
“You got me a ring for our anniversary?”
It was Vox’s turn to squirm in his seat. “…maybe?”
“Vox. Is it a ring or is it a ring?”
While the public would never believe the charismatic CEO could ever be tongue tied, anyone who actually knew the man was all too aware of how often this sort of thing happened around his boyfriend.
He absently tugged at his shirt collar and Alastor could see a faint sheen of sweat had formed on his brow.
Alastor narrowed his eyes. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
“…what are the odds you’d say yes if I did…?”
“Right now? Zero percent.”
The color drained from his face and he stared back at him, looking like he may actually be on the verge of tears.
They’d never really discussed marriage before, despite moving in together almost four years ago. As much of a hopeless romantic as he could be, Alastor had assumed Vox wasn’t the type. After all, he was nearly fifty and had spent the entirety of his career reveling in his bachelorhood and loose ties to others. Besides, he came from money and had everything to lose if things didn’t work out.
Alastor came from next to nothing. He’d made it through life through his and his mother’s combined efforts. He’d only been able to go to college because he’d landed a scholarship for a full ride. Even then, he’d worked part time to save up whatever money he could.
It had taken a good deal of cajoling and downright begging for him to allow Vox to spoil him the way he wanted to, much to the other man’s chagrin.
“Have you really thought this through?” Alastor asked, gentling his voice.
It was just as likely that, in a haze of blissful impulsivity, he’d bought the ring earlier that day. Especially given the expression on his face when Alastor noticed it.
“If you haven’t, we can both pretend this never happened,” he continued, gentling his tone. “Does your lawyer even know about this? Let alone your parents?”
Vox flushed. “No, they don’t know about it.”
“Vox…”
“They’d just try to talk me into making you sign a prenup or something!”
Alastor blinked back at him. “I should absolutely sign a prenup. What if you change your mind down the road? You need to protect your assets.”
Vox stared at him now as if he’d grown a second head.
Alastor sighed softly as he set the glass down. He reached across the table, resting his hand on the other man’s. “Give it a few days. No, a month. And talk to your parents and your lawyer. Then, if you still want to marry me, I’ll let you propose.”
“A month?!” Vox demanded.
“You know you tend to jump the gun, my dear. Like how you insisted you needed an aquarium big enough for sharks in the penthouse after watching Shark Week?”
It had taken him days to convince Vox such a thing wasn’t feasible for their current living arrangement. The weight of the necessary water alone would likely exceed the building’s limits.
He’d gentled the blow by getting him an annual pass for the local aquarium.
Yes, Vox had more money than god. He also had more money than sense.
Alastor could only imagine the look on Velvette’s face if she knew what her business partner had attempted to do. Not to mention how upset Voxal IV and his wife would be. They hadn’t bothered to keep it a secret how much they expected this to be a fling. They didn’t outright hate Alastor, but his mother had mentioned more than once in passing that Alastor was much better suited as a kept man than a spouse.
“And what if I told you I’ve had that ring for years now?”
That brought Alastor up short. “You…what…?”
Vox wasn’t looking at him. He was looking at the table.
“I bought it a couple of months after we started dating. I’ve known for a while that this is what I wanted.”
“I… Vox…”
“So that’s your answer then? No?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Alastor tightened his hand around his. “I never said no,” he protested. “And, in my defense, you’ve yet to ask.”
That seemed to bring the other man up short. He lifted his head, blinking owlishly back at him.
“You wouldn’t even outright admit that was what the ring was for,” Alastor gently chided. “What was I supposed to think?”
“…oh…”
“Yes, oh.”
Vox made to get up. Alastor tightened his hand around his in an attempt to hold him in place, his face flushing. “Ask me when we’re back at home.”
“…are you going to say yes?”
Alastor shot him a look. “I still think you should speak to them. And get a prenup.”
“And I think you’re underestimating how much I love you.”
The words left Alastor’s mouth dry and his heart squeezed in answer.
“I love you too, you ridiculous man.”
“We could just fly to Vegas and make it official right here and now.”
“Absolutely not!” Alastor huffed.
Vox was already chuckling. “You probably want to just go down to the courthouse, don’t you? Get it taken care of one afternoon, all businesslike.”
Alastor rolled his eyes. “As if you’d allow that. You do so love to make a spectacle.”
Vox grinned, all teeth. “How about we get dinner to go then?”
Alastor shot him an annoyed look, but he laced their fingers together, bringing Vox’s hand up so he could kiss the back of it. “Worried I’ll change my mind? Or are you trying to trick me onto a plane to Vegas after all?”
“Don’t tempt me,” Vox retorted, eyes glittering.
Both of them wound up having to call out of work the next day. Alastor because he was genuinely sore and Vox because he couldn’t take his eyes off the ring adorning his new fiancé’s finger.