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Title song:Aerosmith - I Don't Want to Miss a Thing (Lyrics)
~Lyin' close to you, feelin' your heart beatin'
And I'm wonderin' what you're dreamin'
Wonderin' if it's me you're seein'
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together
And I just wanna stay with you in this moment forever~
*****
Alastor’s mind relaxes fully in the post-coital haze. He’s safe, warm, and comfortable in the other overlord’s arms, and tries to express it with actions rather than words by giving Vox a gentle squeeze back, tail wagging slowly.
It’s a nice feeling, having the TV demon play with his tail, buzzing a lovely low current of arousal through him that he’s happy to just, enjoy, rather than want more right now. All his attention on that, Alastor grows sleepy in the large porcelain tub.
…
Reaching out, Vox plucks another sliver of venison off the tray, and feeds it to Alastor. He's half firm from their talking about and imagining how Alastor might use his tendrils on him at some point, but it's not a pressing need, or even uncomfortable. He kisses the top of the deer's head before closing his eyes again and laying back fully to relax with Alastor's warmth and weight on top of him.
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The radio demon takes the food lazily, opening his maw to receive, and chews slowly. After swallowing the venison with a pleasured hum, he dozes off against Vox’s chest. The media lord wasn't aware of when sleep claimed him, but it was peaceful, and the dreams that came were pleasant and calm. Alastor’s meanwhile were vivid, full of color and intricate stories.
*****
Vox stirs around midnight, the warm water and Alastor cuddling against his chest makes him hesitant to move, plus soaking like this was quite beneficial to his aquatic skin. It, however, is not good for Alastor's more mammalian body, so move they must.
The candles had burned low, several of them sputtering out, drowned in their own wax. He slowly opens his eyes, and wraps his arms tighter around the deer, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "Let's get to bed," he says softly and shifts Alastor so he can stand with him in his arms. Cables bring another large blanket towel to wrap Alastor in, and a regular-sized one to drape over Vox's shoulders.
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The buck’s glowing red eyes open unevenly, confused on why he’s being woken and moved until Vox speaks, those low, calm ears lifting slightly towards the noise.
“...Mm, okay,” he mumbles, holding onto Vox’s neck. Bed sounded good, not that he was uncomfortable where they were. He probably could have slept the entire night through without any issue, as long as Vox didn’t wake with a start when he saw the time, should they have slept into the morning. Something tugs at the back of his mind.
Wet. I’m wet…need it off….
He’s so heavy and relaxed…does he really need to shake the water off of his fur? It’s a hard instinct to fight, but Alastor ends up forgetting about it in Vox’s arms, too tired to do so.
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Vox carries Alastor to their bed and carefully lays him down, wrapping the towel around him tightly secure, before drying his own body off and crawling into bed as well. He sets an alarm for 6am on his internal system and begins powering down his screen as he wraps his arms and legs around his personal venison burrito. "Sweet dreams, Bambi," he mumbles against Alastor's hair, snuggling close as his screen goes completely dark.
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It’s almost entirely a haze for Alastor as he’s moved from one resting spot to another, and he has the fleeting thought of the food left out in the bathroom. Luckily, Fetch goes to take care of it in the cover of darkness, taking care of the couple in his own way as his master is swaddled and magic’s himself and the towel dry.
Not good to go to bed wet-wet, after all.
The radio demon leans his head towards Vox’s, closing his eyes once more when the other speaks, causing his eyelids to raise slightly as his ears prick.
“Mm~ sleep well, my silly picture box...” he coos, and falls back into that blissful slumber. Fetch continues to clean up after the two as much as he can, ‘humming’ / quietly broadcasting that old love song.
Fly me to the moon~ and let me play, among the stars…~
*****
A quiet beeping sounds in the dark room and Vox's screen goes from black to grey, a VoxTek loading symbol in the corner. He groans softly and takes a deep breath, immediately registering a familiar musky, earthy pine. He leans into the scent as his sleepy face appears dimly on his screen with a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.
Gripping the blanketed warmth beside him like a body pillow with his arms and legs around it, he nuzzles into the fragrant fur (hair? he doesn't know yet) and his hips automatically start rolling against the deer-burrito as his dream continues in his half-conscious state. "...mm.. Al.. fuck.. just like that..."
…
“..mmmh… nngh..?”
Alastor groans, barely starting to stir from the beeping, and then Vox’s voice and movements. His eyelids are still quite heavy from his high, crusties, making it hard to open them without it being uncomfortable.
“What...what’s wrong...?”
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Vox nuzzles more against Alastor's hair, enough to find the base of his ear, and nips at it with his teeth. He is decidedly very hard against the deer's covered hip, a fact that is obvious, even through the thick blanket wrapped around him. "Oh yeah... so good... mmm... such a lil slut... you like that, huh?... yeah... thought so..." he continues to mumble, still mostly unconscious.
…
Still very tired from the weed and strange wake-up, Alastor half-rolls in the bed to let Vox rut against his behind, figuring it’ll get this out of the other’s system and maybe let him go back to sleep.
However, the longer it goes on, the more Alastor recalls about last night’s experience.
—How good it felt to let go, to have Vox in control, to be pushed DOWN for once—
…He doesn’t seem to be in too much pain now.
Maybe, he can help?
…
Vox feels the shift, starting to wake him up more, but the position feels even better against his throbbing length. He groans softly, reaching down to grip Alastor's hip, pulling his ass firmer against him as he grinds deeper and more purposefully. "Mmm... fuck, you feel amazing..." he murmurs, moving his mouth down to kiss and lick the back of Alastor's neck and nape.
…
The lick sends tingles up and down his spine, forcing a long sigh from the wrapped deer’s chest.
“Bite me...” he whispers the request, “mark me, Voxy~” Alastor can feel his own erection budding in the confines of the wrapped blanket, arousal curling in his groin.
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Vox's claws dig into Alastor's hip through the blanket, and he groans louder, tugging it up to try to uncover the flesh underneath. The quiet request has Vox wide awake, and he licks a long line up Alastor's neck, before dropping his head enough to sink those sharp teeth into the deer's shoulder. At the same time, he thrusts his hips harder, moaning around the flesh in his mouth and the coppery, savory taste that fills it.
…
The pain is exhilarating, and Alastor squeaks out his pleasure with it, letting himself be used like this… He pushes his hips back into Vox, trying to help through the blankets.
It quickly becomes apparent that the fabric is both in the way, and suffocating. It’s unbearable! Without giving it any more thought, Alastor pulls the blanket around him into shadow, leaving nothing between the two post-high overlords.
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Vox groans louder with a slight growl to his voice as he releases Alastor's shoulder, only to make a fresh wound a few inches over.
{Yes? Oh fuck, please say yes...}
He sends the pleading transmission as his claws reach between them to firmly grip Alastor's ass, spreading his cheeks in the process. His next thrust slides up between them, grinding his length along the deer's entrance.
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Alastor’s tail lifts with Vox’s thrusts, a low crow rumbling in the air. Oh, he definitely is into this, the sharp piercing pain a turn-on he hadn’t considered a possibility.
“Yes, yes you can— k-keep doing this~”
It feels good, being craved like this. It’s both flattering and makes him feel powerful, even in his sleepy state.
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There is a shuffling sound behind them as a cable retrieves the lube from the nightstand. Vox pushes his claws up through Alastor's chest fluff, taking a handful of it, as his other reaches back to allow the cable to squirt a generous amount of lubricant into his palm. Without the patience to warm it properly, he applies it to himself first before running his slick fingers along Alastor's crevasse. He groans low as he pushes his hips against the deer again, but instead of trying to work his way into the puckered muscle, his length slides underneath, wedged between Alastor's thighs.
{Good...?} he asks, rolling his hips to demonstrate his intentions. Vox's hand slides over the deer's hip to reach around front and fondle his lover's fuzzy sac.
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Alastor mewls, even if the lubricant is a tad cold, this is actually quite nice! He nods, glad to experience these new things Vox.
—and the other’s length sliding out between his thighs...mmh.
The unmoving radio demon creates a tendril from his back to wrap around both their cocks in front of him, slowly stroking himself and the media overlord when his length breaches past Alastor’s thighs. Vox’s hand under and between his legs, holding his testicles, provides a startlingly intimate sensation, one the tendril silently encourages by twisting loosely around Vox’s thumb.
One that’s dangerous, too.
He’s seen those claws tear apart sinners in moments of…passion, the rush of watching his little protege rip others to ribbons so ruthlessly back then, translating now from bloodlust to the less bloody version.
{Yes, this…mmh, this is nice}
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Vox shivers with pleasure as that cool tentacle encircles them. "Holy shit, Al..." he groans out, and begins thrusting in earnest as he rolls Alastor's balls with his skilled fingers, careful to keep the sharp edges turned away. He licks his previous marks on Alastor's shoulder and chooses yet another target, but lower, near his shoulder blade.
{Again?} he asks, wanting to confirm before sinking his teeth in, circling the bit of flesh with his tongue.
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Alastor breathes out another soft moan, leaning his head back into his partner.
{yes~}
His tail wags slowly between the two overlords, partly pinned by the other’s rolling hips, tickling his abdomen.
…
{You make me wish I had more hands...}
Vox sends out just as he bites down, sinking his teeth in deep enough to bleed very slightly. He moans loudly, thrusting harder between Alastor's thighs and against the deer's hard length.
{Fuck... not gonna last like this...}
His transmission comes in a half-whine of desperation and self-disappointment.
…
The radio demon isn’t anywhere near as close despite the delicious pain, but there’s satisfaction in knowing how quickly he can satiate the media overlord.
Just needs a little push more—
{Mm? Gonna cum between my thighs like a horny teenager? How pathetic, darling~} he teases, wrapping an arm back and around Vox’s waist—
—and into his abdominal air vents, the mechanical vestiges of the gills he had once upon a time.
{Go on then, make a mess of your sheets~}
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Vox's screen tints purple at the bit of shame Alastor subjects him to, and very nearly pulls back to slow his impending orgasm, but before he can, the deer pins him tighter, sharp fingers poking into his sensitive vents.
{W-! FUCK!}
" ... FUCK!"
He screams both in Alastor's head and out loud, as a hard thrust has him gushing, coating the other demon's legs in his seed and splashing onto the sheets in front of him. One set of claws had luckily moved down to Alastor's thigh to dig deep marks into it rather than that tender bit of flesh he had been cupping. The other grips Alastor's pectoral, squeezing hard as Vox's body shudders from his completion.
{... can ... do better...}
He half-whines over the frequency as his hand moves back up to take Alastor's cock and starts pumping it rapidly.
…
Alastor grins, proud of himself and not at all judging Vox for his early release. He hisses slightly, claws digging into the meat of his thigh, unexpected, but not unwelcome. The speed of Vox’s hand stroking his cervine cock makes Alastor gasp, and his spine arches, head falling back onto Vox’s shoulder as it becomes overwhelmingly pleasurable, releasing a soft deer crow.
{V-Voxy, it’s—}
“H–haah~”
{it’s okay, you don’t have to-!}
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Vox kisses Alastor's back and up to his shoulders and nape as he slows the strokes to a more gentle rhythm. He nips first at the deer's jaw, then his ear. "But I want to... Come for me, Bambi... I want to make you feel just as good as me," he whispers softly, his breath caressing that soft tuft.
"Could use my mouth if you want? Would you like that? For me to lick you and suck you off, till you cry out as I swallow down all that pent-up frustration? Wouldn't that be better than letting that beautiful erection of yours go to waste?"
…
All this dirty talk is getting to Alastor; his ear flicks from the proximity of the TV’s screen. Would he really cry out with his cock down Vox’s throat? How would it be different from their human versions?
Vox really makes head sound good…
“I…nngh-!” he whines softly.
An erection ‘going to waste’...ha! What an odd concept. Alastor had never thought of them as anything but a nuisance before a few days ago, but now—
“Th-this, or that mouth of yours, both s-sss…sound wonderful~”
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There is hardly a moment between Vox releasing his grip on Alastor's throbbing length and when he returns it there after rolling the deer onto his back. He continues a slow, gentle stroke as he repositions his body between Alastor's thighs, but hesitates briefly on whether to move the deer's legs onto his shoulders or allow them to rest against the bed.
…
bleat!
The radio demon can’t help the noise of surprise, the quick turn and reposition startling as blood rushes to his cheeks at his partner’s continued enthusiasm. A hand quickly raises to cover part of it, smile faltering on the edges.
…
{Get comfy, I'll work around whatever.}
He sends out, as Vox’s mouth is currently occupied with licking a long, slow line from base to tip. His hand slides gently up and down the slick, crimson length, working in tandem with his tongue. His wide eyes shoot up to meet Alastor's gaze with the first taste of the demon's natural lubrication.
{Holy fuck, Bambi! You taste amazing... I could do this all damn day!}
…
“Victor, you really don’t have to—...mMmmh~” Alastor’s train of thought derails instantly with both the lick and view of the media demon’s cyan tongue sliding up his bright red cervine length, his blush darkening at the comment.
{Does—does it really?} He squirms slightly to settle more on the bed—which, is a shy fluttering of his thighs, tail moving to lay flat below, that white heart flag underneath partly visible.
…
{Mmm... I love it when you blush like that for me.}
Vox sends out as his long tongue tangles around Alastor's shaft, and the tip slides along the crease at the head, lapping up the precum oozing out slowly.
{Oh Bambi~ you have no idea...}
Vox's hand moves down to grip around the base firmly with every intention of keeping it there to serve as a cockring and control the deer's release. His thumb presses down in just the right spot to both keep the throbbing erection, and to prevent Alastor from cumming before the media lord is ready to allow it. His other hand slides under Alastor's ass to take that adorable, sensitive bit of fluff and flesh. His thumb there rubs up and down the underside, along the softer, pure white fur.
{Mmm... kinda like... Cabaret Savinion and ginger... maybe a hint of...}
Vox plunges down on Alastor's length with his tongue still wrapped around it. He lets out a low moan as he breaks eye contact to close his bright red hues in an expression of pure bliss.
{...Pomegranates?}
…
The comment on his blush has Alastor averting his eyes. The pressure around his base is restraining in a strange way that feels positive, biting his lip hard with a high and quiet animal keen.
“N-nnh!! AaAaahhh….” He tries, and quickly fails, to not make a sound as his length is engulfed fully. The flavor of himself being described, looking back down for only a moment before Vox’s eyes roll and close. Luckily, the third wave of blood in Alastor’s face goes unnoticed with the picture box’s eyes closed.
“P— Pomegranate??” Never in his life or death had he been described as such a delicate yet strong combination of flavors.
...wine, ginger, and pomegranate…
The cannibal in him is curious, but Alastor is most definitely NOT going to ask for a taste.
His hips buck sharply up into Vox’s waiting demonic mouth, settling a hand on Vox’s head.
“Hah! oh, Voooxx~”
…
The benefit of having manifested flesh from void and electric current is that the media lord can choose exactly how much of the anatomy exists. Who actually wanted tonsils and a gag reflex? Certainly not Vox, who found such utter ecstasy in engulfing that massive, crimson, animalistic cock with his mouth. His tongue reaches all the way back, muscular, thick, and completely prehensile.
Why not be great at something he enjoyed so much? Yeah, it was a point of pride for Vox, that Valentino had commented on multiple occasions, how Vox gave better head than any of his sluts—including the infamous spider.
Now, Vox had the opportunity to put all that skill and experience to work, on exactly the person he had always imagined throughout those encounters. Vox shifts on the bed, his hips already wanting to rut against the mattress despite his release just moments ago.
{Fuck, Bambi... you're so fucking hot when you say my name like that.}
Vox's tongue lengthens even more to circle a third time around Alastor's shaft. It squeezes firmly as it slides slowly up and down Alastor's length with Vox's lips—his teeth carefully retracted to just two rows of tiny sharp points to keep from dragging them along the sensitive flesh. He knows from experience, that, as much of a masochist one might be, some things do not feel good.
{Mon Dieu... Tu est magnifique...} he sends as his eyes raise once more to watch Alastor's expressions. Vox tugs gently on the deer's fluffy tail and presses his thumb a bit firmer, rubbing deep circles so close to Alastor's inviting entrance.
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“Fffuuuck~” the buck groans, his free arm going up and above his head as Alastor begins to approach his breaking point. The freshly broken-in deer does not have great stamina, but that would likely be fixed with time overall, and alter even more so in the next month. Sharp red claws grip into the pillow above his head, hips rising and falling in stuttered time with Vox’s talented mouth.
The area under Vox’s claws and just below at the connecting point of the cervine cock to its sheath begins to expand, quickly becoming noticeable to the other overlord. It’s practically a death sentence to have Vox pressing against the external side of his prostate and near his still slightly sore asshole, flooding his mind with endorphins at the memory of the night before, moans slipping from his puffy lips.
…
Vox hasn't done much research on the actual mechanics of how animal anatomy worked and assumed that it wasn't too terribly different from humans in terms of staving off orgasm. He does know enough, though, that the bulge under his palm signals Alastor is extremely close.
He tightened his grip, pushing down on the knot. Vox increased the pace and harshness of his bobbing head, slamming that deer cock all the way down his throat, and letting it hit the back as his tongue pushed up against it, mimicking a swallow with every thrust to further stimulate the tip.
{That's it, Bambi... let me hear all those beautiful sounds...}
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The pressure makes Alastor’s eyes practically pop out of his head, and his mouth drops open in a harsh “O”, orgasm crashing over him with hard thrusts up into Vox’s throat. His red eyes flickering to black, and an elk bugle laced with radio feedback pierces the air of the media demon’s bedchamber.
He cums HARD—earth-shatteringly—even his antlers branch out a few points as his claws shred the sheets. Hot, fertile seed falls through the swallow motions, making it difficult for Alastor to get a breath in that isn’t moaned out, static buzzing in the air.
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Vox's eyes go wide enough to take up most of the top half of his screen as Alastor thrusts hard against him, screaming his orgasm despite Vox's efforts to stall it. He greedily swallows down the stream pouring from his lover, his ruby eyes sparkling with wonder and adoration as Alastor half-transforms from the overwhelming ecstasy wracking his body.
{Such a gorgeous creature, and all mine. You are fucking amazing, Bambi. Holy shit, I love you so much!}
He had lost the fight to hold back the knot, so instead, fully gives into it, sliding Alastor's length further down his throat and drawing that pulsing hard ball into his mouth gently. If he had thought to put on the silicone caps stashed in the nightstand, Vox might have slipped two fingers inside the writhing deer to milk another mind-blowing orgasm from him.
Next time, he promised himself.
…
As he catches his breath, Alastor absentmindedly bites his lip, blood dripping from the corner. The warmth and tight squeeze around his knot have reignited his long-disdained animal instincts, eyes unable to focus as the radio dials spin and those bony protrusions split a few more times.
Damn it...he can't reason out if he wants to keep his knot inside and possibly risk an early rut, or suffer the fundamental drawbacks of not being knotted for the full duration.
The animal part of his brain already firmly states that, whatever those effects are, pulling out isn’t worth it.
—Not when Vox’s throat is so tight and warm.
{Victor, ssshhhhit, so...aaAahh~}
…
The corners of Vox's mouth turn up in a grin around the base of Alastor's knot as he continues to gaze up at the deer. He swallows again around the girth, but otherwise looks quite content to wait patiently exactly where he is, for Alastor to decide the next move.
{Oui, mon cher? Qu'est-ce que c'est?}
He sends back with a teasing voice as his hands slide slowly up and down Alastor's thighs.
…
Woozily raising his head to look down at Vox, his fucked out expression could put pornstars to shame—and might, actually, with Vox’s experience. The antlers slowly retract, Alastor’s half-lidded eyes fizzling back to normal deep reds.
“…mmh, tu es dangereux, mon amour~” the radio demon breathes out, filter heavy.
{Is, your jaw alright to rest there a few minutes?} Even with how comfortable Vox looks, he’d rather get the confirmation before relaxing fully into this.
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Vox sends a deep, masculine, chuckling laugh over their private transmission.
{I don't have one, Bambi.}
He gives Alastor a wink and slides his tongue gently along the deer's length in a slow rolling motion. The movement milks a bit more seed out to spill down his throat, making him swallow again.
{I'd stay like this for hours if you'd let me... best view in all of Hell.}
…
’fuuuck…I might actually LET him…’
A blush dusts his cheeks and Alastor shudders from the hidden stimulation—what he can only assume is Vox’s bright blue tongue and his throat squeezing the buck’s cock once more.
{What… huh~ What time is it?} he asks, trying to at least try to get some grasp on the day and how much time they have to laze in bed before they need to get up.
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Vox crosses his arms across Alastor's thighs and rests the bottom of his screen on top of his interlaced fingers. He may not have a throat, but he did have a neck and it was beginning to get a crick in it.
{6:37, we just missed the sunrise. Worth it, though…}
Another masculine chuckle comes across the signal as Vox finishes making himself more comfortable. His expression is one of complete contentment despite the hard length pressed between his stomach and the mattress.
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Alastor reaches out with a tendril to move around some pillows and prop himself up a bit better.
“Mm. Any preferences for breakfast? My sh- ...Fetch, can at least begin preparing things while we wait for my knot to deflate.”
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{Mmmm... I do believe I have already had my breakfast, Bambi.}
Vox sends back with another round of good-natured, teasing laughter. He swallows once more to emphasize his point, the tip of his long tongue caressing the underside of the knot lightly.
{Something light would be excellent, but I could kill for a cup of coffee.}
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“Nn~”
Oh, he’s DEFINITELY using this mouth again, maybe he can even use it instead of having to take Vox from behind during his rut. That would solve a lot of problems, if Alastor can stick to it. A doe can’t swallow from below…or LICK like that.
Fetch manifests at his master’s command, and the first thing he does is nuzzle against the back of the TV demon’s screen. Only after a soft, fond trill, does he zoom off to the kitchen to make some coffee and light refreshments.
“Aha…excuse him.” Alastor gently shakes his head. “How did you sleep?”
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Another low, pleased chuckle transmits over the airwaves as Alastor makes it obvious he is still very much enjoying the attention Vox is giving him. Unable to turn his head, he doesn't see Fetch as he appears and hugs him from behind, but the touch and presence are familiar enough that it doesn't alarm the media lord. Happy eye crinkles appear at the edge of Vox's eyes from the embrace.
{Tell him I said good morning? I would do it myself, but uhh... yeah.}
He laughs softly in Alastor's mind again, still completely placated with being effectively bound and gagged.
{It seems I was having some really good dreams. Definitely not complaining about waking up, though! How are you feeling this morning... ya know... after last night?}
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Alastor shifts on the mattress, getting more comfortable now that the unexpected morning sex is over and they’re chatting. Besides… seeing Vox gagged is wonderfully entertaining, even if he can still ‘speak’. He sends Fetch the message, and the shade responds with the simple concept of joy, clearly pleased.
“He says good morning back,” Alastor offers as he considers the second question.
“Hmm, a little tired still, and somewhat sore, but not terrible. I don’t think my physical state is what you are asking about, though, is it?”
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Vox closes his eyes, fully relaxing into the bed and the feeling of intimacy and trust this particular moment and position requires.
{Both, actually. I—know how that sort of thing can feel... I love you, Bambi, and I just want to make sure you're okay.}
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{I…}
That’s a tougher question to answer, in all honesty.
How DID he feel about being fucked for the first time?
Certainly, the edible was a huge help in not overthinking it, and it had put him in a compromising but ultimately pleasurable position.
Still, he can’t just…say that. The radio demon looks down to his lap, smile soft and low.
{...it, exceeded expectations.}
Yes, that’s a good way to put it, right?
Alastor is thankful Vox’s eyes are closed; discussing this out loud is as off-putting as it was BEFORE he had partaken in this particular sin.
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Vox gives Alastor's thigh a gentle, reassuring squeeze and takes a deep breath through his vents at the sides of his screen as well as those at his flanks.
{I will file that in the 'positive experiences' category, then? You know I didn't do all that stuff expecting the night to end the way it did, right? None of this was a ploy to get you in the sack with me. If I ever make you uncomfortable, just tell me to back off. I might talk a lot, but I listen really well too...}
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{No, no…I know that. Talking about—} he motions with a hand, rolling his wrist. {—This... is simply difficult for me, being entirely new, and all. I know you said that we need to discuss it, but.}
Alastor audibly sighs, his knot finally beginning to lessen in size within Vox’s mouth. {...I suppose I am at a loss for the correct words.}
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Vox swallows again, his tongue giving one last milking stroke before retracting to lie flat in his mouth and allow Alastor to dislodge at his convenience. He opens his eyes to gaze up at his lover, the corners of his lips turned up to form a kind, tender smile as best he could around the flesh in his mouth.
{Look, Bambi, we don't have to talk if you're really not comfortable with it, but I think it might help. I know it's all a lot to process, but even worse if you try to do it alone. You can tell me as much or as little as you want, and can ask whatever questions. Over breakfast, of course. This is nice, but I'd like the use of my voice box back to have that sort of discussion?}
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A shiver, and then a light laugh trickles out of Alastor like a free-flowing stream, and he eases his length out of the other overlord’s mouth with a sigh.
“I suppose I just...don’t know how to describe it without feeling rather foolish,” he murmurs.
One red tuft on his head turns slightly.
“Breakfast is almost prepared; are we eating here?”
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Once he is freed, Vox turns over and lays his screen back against Alastor's thighs, visibly adjusting his non-existent jaw on-screen, as his teeth enlarge back to their normal shark-grin. He rolls his eyes up to gaze at Alastor from upside down. "I've got bathrobes if you'd rather eat at the table, but I don't feel like getting fully dressed just yet."
He reaches up to gently caress Alastor's cheek with a tender expression. "I promise, nothing you can say will make you look like a fool to me. It's just us and Fetch, and I don't think he would laugh either."
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“Hahah, no, he won’t.” Alastor smiles softly and fiddles with one of Vox’s antenna as he thinks.
“...You said it gets easier with time? How does that work?” He wasn’t exactly going to ask Angel Dust how he did it...but, Alastor hopes not to be permanently changed (at least physically) by this and subsequent experiences.
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Vox closes his eyes, letting the small sensation of Alastor's fingers on that sensitive area wash over his body. He imagines that what Alastor is doing is similar to how it felt when he petted the cervine ears. "Part of it is the mental state, as you know what to expect, it's easier to relax your body. There is the physical aspect as well, though. Much like stretching before a workout and to maintain flexibility, that is also a muscle."
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“…Mm. I see.” He lightly pinches the wire between two fingers, carefully twisting it back and forth.
“I’m guessing that will also result in better, and…more, pleasurable, results?”
FUCK, that sounds terrible to ask aloud. He has half a mind to leave this instant, but Fetch is just entering the room with a plate of fresh fruit, toast, and, of course, coffee in two mugs.
Interestingly, they are NOT ‘Fuck Alastor’ mugs, and the radio demon cocks his head at the sudden change in dishware.
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Vox shivers slightly at the sensation, letting out a very soft moan. His eyes flutter open, slightly out of focus. "Mmhmm... Less of the unpleasant aches and pains, both during and after, means you are freer to enjoy the good parts. There's a big difference between the sting of fresh bite marks done in the heat of passion, than Val shooting me in the leg because I won't get on my knees. The aftermath of each is also a pleasant reminder—or just flat painful."
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The deer’s fingers freeze as he takes in the details of what Vox has described, and most likely been through, before continuing his gentle caresses.
“...Sounds like there’s good reason he’s in the basement floors, then.”
Alastor has always hated abusers. That’s one of the reasons he became a serial killer, after all! Those terrible men deserved it, every last plunge of his knife.
Fetch holds out the mugs for both overlords with his usual smile, either oblivious or flat out ignoring the conversation.
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Vox nods solemnly and gets up, moving to sit beside Alastor and relax back against the pillows. He takes his mug from Fetch with a grateful smile. "Thanks. Everything looks perfect, just what I needed." He waves the coffee under his screen, taking in the scent with a satisfied hum before taking a drink. "Point is, yes, it gets better as you get more used to it. Especially when you have a partner who is patient and listens..." Vox says with a slight lilac tint to his screen.
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Alastor lifts his cup as well, breathing in the fresh-brewed coffee without the hint of brimstone. Fetch must have wisely used the pitcher of clear water Alastor had brought back from his room at the hotel. He takes his own slow sip and continues looking down at his lap for a moment, flexing his clawed fingers that lay next to Vox’s. The other overlord's hands are quite a bit larger than his own, aren’t they…
Casually, and while closing his eyes to take another drink, the radio demon slips red claws between cyan talons.
*Ba-bump*
“...Something happen to your previous mugs?”
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Vox glances down as Alastor laces their fingers together, and curls his claws in to grasp the smaller hand in his comfortably. He gives it a gentle squeeze and leans over, laying a kiss on Alastor's cheek before returning to his coffee with a soft, genuine smile on his face. “I figured something more… appropriate… was in order. Do you like them?” he asks earnestly, lifting his own mug to show off the ‘Video Star’ design.
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“Mm, I do. Quite thoughtful,” he hums as he finishes his sip, appreciating the gentle kiss on the cheek and opposing yet matching design on Vox’s own mug.
Alastor was and still is a radio star, so it fits well, and the depicted radio on the opposing side is one of the buck’s favorite aesthetics.
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Nodding happily, Vox returns to the previous conversation. "I feel like I keep repeating myself, but it's important, I guess? I'm not in this for the sex, Bambi. It's amazing and wonderful, but moments like this? They matter every bit as much."
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“I’m glad you feel that way. I enjoy spending time with you again, too.” Alastor thumbs over the back of Vox’s palm, looking down into the dark liquid held near his face.
“It really is our own little slice of heaven, hm..?” he murmurs, half to himself, and takes one more small sip before placing down the mug in his lap.
Fetch passes over the tray of refreshments to sit over their thighs. The radio demon takes a strawberry, thoughtfully enjoying the freshness, and speaks again once his mouth is empty.
“Were you serious about me accompanying you to the movie premiere?”
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Vox quickly lowers his coffee before he can choke on it, his eyes going wide and hopeful. "Fuck yeah, I was!"
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The outburst wakes Alastor up more, but the most he shows of it is a slight twitch in his ear closer to the TV demon, smiling wider once more at Vox’s excitement.
“Would I be wrong in thinking you have something for me to wear already picked out?~” he teases.
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Vox clicks his claws against his mug as his screen tints violet at the edges. He lowers his eyes, but there is a crooked smile that curves up on his lips. "I uh... wanted it to be a surprise..."
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The deer notes the tapped claws, which he’s learned is definitely a nervous tick of Vox’s.
What is he so worried about?
Alastor picks up a piece of cantaloupe and holds it out for Vox with his hand that was previously holding his mug, now settled between his legs on the comforter.
“I’m sure it will be lovely, then~”
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Vox's face tints even darker as he looks up at the food Alastor offers. He leans forward and snakes out his tongue, wrapping it around the melon to drag it into his waiting mouth. He hadn't meant for the simple gesture to be provocative; it just felt like the natural thing to do. "I uh... hope it... uh... please don't burn it..."
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Amusement becomes easily apparent on the radio demon’s face. “I’ll do my best!”
Alastor takes his hand back, pleased the other didn’t lick his hand this time, and goes for a piece of twelve-grain toast with butter, humming his enjoyment of it.
Sometimes, it’s the little things… He gives Vox’s hand a light squeeze.
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Vox tries to find reassurance in Alastor's words as he takes another sip of his coffee. "Is there chicory in this? It tastes wonderful," he says, making light conversation as his mind spirals in self-doubt. What if he had made a huge mistake? What if Alastor had been teasing him about the dress thing? Would he really wear it for Vox? Out in public, no less... fuuuck... this was going to be a horrible disaster.
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“ —ctor, Viiiictor~”
Alastor waves a hand in front of Vox’s screen now that he’s finished his toast.
His poor picture contraption…
“Voxy, if it’s stressing you out so much, you can tell me. I promise to act surprised.”
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Vox blinks once, a loading icon spinning on the corner of his screen for a moment before he blinks again and looks up at Alastor. His bottom lip trembles briefly before he takes a deep breath, and his claws clink against his mug once more. "You—you weren't shitting me, right? The other night? I know we had both been drinking—"
He looks back down at his black coffee with two sugars and squeezes his eyes closed tightly. "I'm an idiot..." he exhales the words softly with a shuddering breath.
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“That depends on what the thing I may have been ‘shitting you’ on is?” Alastor asks in return, picking up a strawberry to feed to the TV demon.
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Vox looks up at the strawberry in Alastor's hand, and then to the deer's face, and back again. He could hardly complain about being hand-fed. Vox leans in, clamping the fruit in his teeth and then jerks his head up to snap it into his mouth whole, stem and all. He chews and swallows as he thinks some more before answering. "The Black and White Ball... and uh... my choice of your attire..."
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Alastor chuckles a little as Vox eats the entire strawberry, and sorts himself out some melon before needing to pause mid-chew of the juicy flesh.
Ah...so THAT was what was on his mind.
“A dress, then? I do hope it is in my style. Or at least something flattering~”
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Vox's screen tints even brighter plum, and he takes another quick drink of his coffee. "I uh... pay attention," he says softly and looks back up at Alastor, daring to have a hopeful expression on his face. "So... you'll come? And uh... the dress?"
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“Assuming today will be my reintroduction day, yes. I don’t see why not~” Alastor hums, then looks over at his partner, grinning at the beautiful color on the TV overlord’s face.
How adorable!
The radio demon reaches out to rest a hand on the side of the front of Vox’s screen, right on that outer purple edge.
“Is this little blush for me?~”
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Vox's screen turns an even brighter purple as he turns sheepish eyes up to Alastor. "I swear, you're the only one who can do this shit to me..." he says with an affectionate smile and raises his hand to place it over Alastor's. He closes his eyes, leaning into the touch with a deep sigh of contentment. "So you weren't fuckin with me?"
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“I was not. It was rather frowned upon in my time, but I have no issue wearing more feminine clothing. My physique certainly made it appealing, and now with longer hair, why, I only need a curling iron!” he hums.
“Such a pretty purple you turn, Voxy. No wonder that post of Velvette’s is doing so well~”
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The plum that had begun to fade bursts back into full bloom, and Vox reaches up, lightly grasping Alastor's chin to draw him into a slow, tender kiss.
{T'ai-je déjà dit à quel point tu es parfait? ((Have I told you how perfect you are?))}
"I fuckin love you, Al…" he mumbles against the deer's lips before tilting his screen to press it against Alastor's forehead.
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The message mid-kiss surprises Alastor, and he loses focus long enough for Vox to, had he wanted, take control. The fact that he doesn’t is another testament to his commitment, and makes the radio demon blush, appreciating the gentle connection at their foreheads.
{Tu m'as certainement fait ressentir ça, ((You certainly made me feel that way,)) Voxy~ …I know you do. I—} He pauses mid message to change methods, speaking quietly with barely any radio filter.
“...I care deeply for you, Victor. I hope you know that.”
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"I know, Bambi. I know," he says softly and slides his hand back, brushing along Alastor's cheek and up into his hair, kneading gently at the back of his neck. He takes in another deep breath, closing his eyes and savoring the closeness. "You still have the option to kill me later if you change your mind." A light smirk plays on his lips, and a teasing tone colors his voice.
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The radio demon chuckles, ears lowering a little to the sides as he finds comfort in this position.
“I’ll take a slice or two eventually~” he playfully growls, snapping his teeth near Vox’s audio input.
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Vox visibly shivers and lets out a shaky breath. "Mmm... promise?" he teases back, and his claws in Alastor's hair suddenly tighten into a punishing grip. He yanks Alastor's head back and runs his tongue up the deer's throat, flicking off at his chin.
Two could play this game.
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Alastor holds back the squeak in his voice as his head is pulled back. If it were any other demon, the ‘crack’ at the 90-degree turn might have been seriously concerning. Radiostatic buzzes up from the deer between the sharp teeth of that wide grin as the cyan blue appendage travels up his neck. It’s difficult to see for Vox from this angle, but his antlers may have just split a point.
“I..say nothing I don’t mean, Voxy~”
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Vox plucks up a chunk of melon between two steel claws and lifts it up to feed it to Alastor with his hair still gripped tightly in the other hand. "Oh, neither do I, Bambi... You want a chunk of me?" He leans in and whispers in Alastor's ear with a purring growl.
"Then take it~"
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