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Title Song: Stephen Sanchez - Until I Found You (Lyrics)
~I would never fall in love again until I found her
I said I would never fall, unless it's you I fall into
I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her
I found you~
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“Fais attention à ce que tu souhaites ~ ((Be careful what you wish for~))” the radio demon purrs, tilting up Vox’s screen with his nose, only to whip his head around to bite down hard into his shoulder, teeth sinking deep into the muscle. His other hand trails a path along the back of Vox’s head, searching for that panel.
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Vox cries out, his back arching as he pins Alastor's rear down and thrusts hard against him. He hadn't bothered to align himself for penetration, so his length slides between the deer's cheeks and along his tail. "F-ff-fu-uck!" This hadn't been what Vox was alluding to, but there are most certainly no objections to this particular brand of pain either. He can vaguely feel Alastor's searching fingers amongst the other, more overwhelming sensations and pops the release for the panel the demon was searching for.
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Alastor hums at the panel falling open so nicely.
“On dirait que tu sais exactement ce que tu veux, n'est-ce pas ? ((Seems you know exactly what you want, don’t you?))” he coos, ironically recalling this was similar to playing what the younger generation has called an ‘uno reverse’.
A card game, apparently. Perhaps he’d ask Vox or Charlie to teach him sometime.
“C’EST un si bon garçon pour moi~ ((SUCH a good boy for me~))” Alastor murmurs, low and deep for the other, his fingers gently brushing against the wire as he switches sides for another deep bite, lapping at the blood the penetration causes.
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{Fuuuck.... yes, Al... please... do it... I'll be such a good boy for you... whatever you want...}
Vox can't use his mouth as his screen is glitching erratically, and his loud moans come in stuttering bursts. His body most certainly knows what he wants as he continues thrusting hard, not even conscious of his own actions—simply seeking the pleasure, pain, and release.
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Alastor teases further, wrapping the loose wire lazily around one finger and giving it the slightest tug. It is incredibly rewarding for the radio demon—more than he expected—to have Vox under his thumb in THIS manner once more. Of course, now it’s intentional and reciprocated, which makes a world of difference.
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"C- cloOH-se!" Vox cries out, his sounds of pleasure echoing off the bathroom tiles as he grabs the edge of the tub again with his free hand. Metal claws scrape against black porcelain as he rakes them along the rim, seeking purchase to grip ahold of, and finding none.
"Shh-shiiiit... Alastor... please... Bambi!" he pleads, needing just that final push to release that tightly wound coil.
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The radio demon wraps his free arm around Vox, and tendrils spring from his back to guide those cyan claws to the tan hide for the TV demon to cling to.
{Chut… Je t'ai eu.. laisse tomber~ ((Shh…I got you.. just let go~)) }
The sound bubbles gently in Vox’s mind as Alastor doesn’t pull hard, but instead begins a soft, repeating pattern of taut pressure and release, knowing better now how it feels to have this particular area stimulated. It’s, probably not the same. This is the nerve, not the spot in Vox’s body. But Alastor hopes to have the same effect without the violation that the act could also elicit.
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As Alastor moves Vox's hand onto his own back, he wraps his arm tightly around the deer, clinging to him rather than rendering flesh. His other still grips the firm roundness of Alastor's rear, guiding and urging him to grind harder against him as his hips thrust hard with wanton abandon.
The soothing, tender voice that whispers through Vox's mind about breaks him completely, carnal desire becoming something more, something softer. A quiet sob mingles with Vox's moans of pleasure, a fine tremble running through his body as he slows his erratic pace to match the gentle rhythm Alastor sets.
{Je... t'aime... Je t'aime tellement… plus que tu ne le sauras jamais… ((I love you… I love you so much, more than you'll ever know)) }
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The emotion in Vox’s ‘voice’ is startling for the deer, having not been expecting this moment to turn that way. Unsure what else to do when the picture box starts to slow down, Alastor pulls harder on the sensitive wire in his grasp, hoping the ecstasy it causes will be answer enough, and get this scene to settle in a space more comfortable for the buck.
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Vox stills, save the hand on Alastor's rear, jerking him tight against Vox as his hips raise to meet him, and his other hand raising to grab Alastor's head and push it down into the crook of his shoulder. He lets out a moaning whimper as a slow, rolling orgasm racks his body, making him tremble as he holds Alastor tightly. It wasn't that rushed, near-explosive finish he had been chasing at first, but something gentle—and far more satisfying.
He can't say if the wetness at the corners of his eyes is a natural reaction to the climax or if the near-tears are more of an emotional response. It didn't really matter, and wouldn't be the first time he had shed tears for Alastor—and likely wouldn't be the last.
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Alastor breathes out a sigh against Vox’s shoulder. He won’t complain about the fact that he wasn’t able to watch Vox orgasm this time around. The deer holds him close, not willing to verbally acknowledge the distinctly vulnerable moan, even if some part of him does wish to mock the television host for such a display.
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Vox clings to Alastor for a bit as his tremors calm and eventually cease, his hand on the deer's head slowly petting his crimson hair. He gives a soft, sarcastic laugh as he raises the hand from behind Alastor to scrub the dampness from his screen. "Go ahead, laugh. I know I'm pathetic..." His voice is quiet and mildly self-deprecating rather than scathing.
What sort of man cried after sex? Fuck, I’m pitiful...
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“You liked it when I called you that before,” he teases, but then pauses a beat. “But, right now… are you alright…?” Alastor asks quietly, hesitant about what else to do with Victor’s heavy emotions. He stays still, even though they have now soiled the tub with Vox’s spend between Alastor’s thighs.
At least HE is clean this time.
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Vox pulls back finally and cups both of Alastor's cheeks in his hands. He rubs his thumb along one lovingly as he smiles softly. "Yeah, Bambi, I'm good," he says and leans in to bring his mouth kissably close to Alastor's, his smile widening as he breathes out his next words.
"Say yes..."
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Alastor rolls his eyes with a light smirk and closes the distance himself. The kiss is surprisingly soft—one could even call it caring—as if the radio demon is trying to comfort the other with his mouth. While his lips caress Vox’s less substantial ones, Alastor carefully tucks the wire away and closes the secret access panel.
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Vox doesn't try to push the kiss into anything deeper, but sucks gently on Alastor's upper lip as he pulls back to rest his screen against the deer's forehead with a contented sigh and closed eyes. He takes a deep breath before bending Alastor's head down so he can kiss his forehead and then look him in the eyes.
"Why didn't you take the offer? I know you want that from me..."
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Alastor’s ears go down to the sides in gentle submission with the kiss to the forehead, then spring back up as Vox catches his gaze.
“A bathtub would not do for a proper vivisection, not to mention we have quite the schedule of tasks and appointments today,” he coos, nuzzling his cheek against Vox’s screen in silent appreciation. The movement forward also slides his body along the softening length between his legs, which he gives a teasing squeeze with his thighs.
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Vox is about to respond as he is forced to bite his lip against a soft groan, Alastor's movement making his body shudder slightly. "I suppose you're right," he says with a light chuckle, shaking his head and letting his hands drop from Alastor's face to his shoulders, pulling him in for another hug. This one is less needy and clingy than before—just an affectionate embrace. "Hard to dance the Charleston with fresh stitches across my stomach."
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The deer smiles strangely, confused, and cocks his head.
“Hm? Why would you be dancing?” Alastor asks innocently, one ear tilted to the side more than the other.
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Vox's ruby eyes go wide.
"Afterparty?" he squeaks out. For all his years in television and the corporate world, Vox is still a terrible liar.
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The lowered ear flicks back up with the clear lie, Alastor’s gaze calculating. “Is, it something I SHOULD know about?”
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Vox's screen tints with a lavender blush as he turns his eyes away from Alastor. "No?... fuck..." he says with a defeated sigh. "Can we just—ya know… pretend I didn't say that?"
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“Hm… I suppose~” Alastor hums, and does just that, but tucks the information away for later. As far as he was aware, movie premieres didn’t have afterparties.
Not that he had been to a movie premiere before, so really, who’s to say?
“Ready to get out of the tub, Voxy?” he says as Fetch finalizes the script and grabs towels for them both with a knowing, jagged grin.
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"Maybe a quick rinse first—I'm... kinda a mess.." Vox says, blushing brighter as he glances down at his groin, and reaches up to gingerly touch the fresh bite mark on his shoulder.
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“I can help with that,” the deer states, starting on one shoulder with a slow lean in and gentle, almost puppy-like licks.
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Vox closes his eyes as a shiver runs up his spine and a soft moan escapes him. He's not sure this will get him really any cleaner, but he sure as hell isn't about to complain. "Mmm... generous of you…" he sighs out contentedly, and places his hands lightly on each side of Alastor's waist, allowing the cannibal to do as he pleases.
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After he concludes lapping up the unique blood spilled from Vox’s shoulder, Alastor leans back, satisfied with the blood for now, but still curious about other aspects. “Would it be too forward to ask if I can help tidy you up below? Don’t want to excite you again.”
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Vox's blush deepens, but he nods shyly. "That'd be... nice..." he says, biting his bottom lip as he wonders briefly if Alastor is going to use the same method as he did on his shoulder. "Can't say you won't get a... reaction. Just try and ignore it? I really don't need to—you know..."
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“Orgasm a—what, fourth time now?” Alastor says with a chuckle, and gets up on his knees before shuffling back, letting Vox’s length free to fall as it will, before swiping a bit of spend from the tip, and taking a sniff of the light blue fluid first.
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Vox's blush finally turns that deep plum he gets at the height of his embarrassment as he nods with a bit of quiet laughter. "Wasn't counting, but that seems—accurate..." He lies back against the edge of the tub, resting his arms along the rim lazily, a crooked grin on his screen that is definitely reminiscent of the cat that got the cream.
He should probably close his eyes and relax his head back, but it is entirely too tempting to watch whatever Alastor has planned. Yeah, there is a responding twitch of interest just as Vox had said there might be, as the deer leans in closer. He bites his bottom lip to try and stifle any sounds he might make involuntarily.
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Chuckling, Alastor sticks out his tongue as he closes his eyes, licks the cyan liquid off his finger, and looks up at Vox through his lashes, sensual and flirty. There’s certainly a salty and almost bitter flavor—nothing wrong with that. The texture is odd—and is that a coppery taste too? Perhaps that’s just the leftover blood in his mouth, or maybe a vestige of Vox’s original wiring.
“Not bad~”
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A fine trickle of digital crimson leaks from the corner of the mouth on Vox's screen as he bites down a little too hard on his lip. The effort was a waste, though, since he does indeed make a few muffled, lewd sounds watching Alastor taste his spend.
{Holy shit... that's hawt...}
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A low, dark laugh emanates from the radio demon’s chest, smile spreading the unnaturally wide way only he can achieve.
“Maybe next time I’ll consider more, hm?” he coos, and crawls back up, walking those sharp red claws up Vox’s chest as he heads to clean up the other shoulder with a long lick that starts just below Vox’s rectangular nipple, flicking over it as he takes the trailing red ichor on his tongue.
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Vox swallows hard, nodding eagerly, but as Alastor's warm tongue passes over the sensitive metal plating, he lets out a high-pitched, mewling whine. His screen glitches briefly as his teal claws tighten involuntarily at Alastor's waist. "FuuuUuuck..." He utters out, squirming underneath the cannibal.
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The buck exhales a soft snicker—would it always be this easy to entrance the other overlord? He makes a soft, pleased noise of his own as he follows the bloody path up and reaches the other shoulder’s wound, this one cleaner than the first. He sucks gently on the sliced flesh—just for a little taste more—pressing his chest to Vox’s.
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Vox's hand around Alastor's waist tightens with his inhuman strength, pinning the deer hard against him. His other hand shoots up into Alastor's hair, grabbing it hard, and yanks his head back. "You need to stop now, Bambi... or I'm bending you over the edge of this tub and showing you exactly what you're doing to me..." Vox growls out and licks a line up the center of the demon's throat, over his bobbing Adam's apple.
It is both a threat and an invitation. The ball is in Alastor's court, like it always is.
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Alastor hisses at the sharp pull of his hair, but sneers down at Vox and his still slightly messy shoulder, his tail wagging languidly side to side.
“I’m only cleaning you, Victor~”
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Vox practically snorts as his laughter rings out, echoing in the bathroom. His grip on Alastor's hair loosens but doesn't release completely. "Yeah, sure ya are. Most people use a sponge, asshole," he says and flicks his tongue out to lick the deer's lips. "You're killing me, Bambi, but what a way to go..."
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The buck pushes in to give Vox a kiss, but also to press his flatscreen head back down, then sits up once more.
“Last time I had a cleaning instrument in my hand, you took it from me. And I am a man of my word.” Alastor pokes a claw firmly on Vox’s chest—
“You are not—” he leans in,
“—Yet—” kisses Vox’s screen softly, head lowering back to the mess,
“—Clean~”
—and licks up the remaining blood, finishing with one more nip to the nape of Vox’s neck as punishment.
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Vox moves his hand down from Alastor's waist to grab his tail and stroke it slowly but firmly in his grip, as if it were an entirely different appendage. Normally, the media lord is just as much bite as bark, but there's just something about Alastor turning the tables on Vox that flat-out does it for him. He shivers with another moan he doesn't even try to hide as the cannibal licks the blood from him with another threatening (read: flirting) graze of deadly sharp teeth.
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Alastor purrs, hearing Vox moan for him. Him and only him… The attention to his tail makes a shudder crawl quickly up his spine, and reminds the radio demon that he’s wet.
Unfortunately, the instinctual reaction to ‘wet’ is ‘shake’—and shake he does, much like another more domesticated animal, and water splatters everywhere.
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Vox jerks back on instinct, raising his arms to shield his screen—which is far too late to do anything at all. He lowers his arms to look at Alastor with a deadpan expression as droplets slide slowly down his screen.
Almost immediately, though, he breaks out in a burst of laughter and grabs Alastor, hugging him tightly. "You're so weird Al, I fuckin' love you."
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The radio demon half pouts in response, as much as he can with his stitched-up grin.
“An unfortunate instinct… this is one of a few reasons why I don’t like to bathe often.” He sighs, sitting back with a hint of awkwardness, taking the towel Fetch offers him to dry the rest of the way off.
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Vox takes the towel from Alastor's hands and proceeds to help him dry off, fluffing his fur and hair affectionately. With the towel pressed against the deer's cheeks and hair, he leans in, giving him a tender kiss. "You're perfect just the way you are."
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The red and black locks of the radio demon curl as it’s mussed in the towel, much like his natural hair of his human form. His face is scrunched as Vox dries his head, ears pinned back, but Alastor’s expression relaxes when the other overlord pauses and then kisses him.
“Hm! You’ll give me a big head if you’re not careful, mon cher~”
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"Well, we certainly can't have that. Mine's plenty big enough for both of us!" Vox says with a wide grin, knocking on the side of his screen to emphasize the point. He continues drying Alastor with a light chuckle, but his gaze and expression hold obvious deep affection.
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It’s comforting, seeing Vox like this. Joking and light, carefree and vulnerable. It’s a lot like before, but more than that at the same time. Alastor cocks his head slightly as he studies Vox’s expression while he dries the buck’s tan fur, and reaches out to gently hold the corner of his screen.
“You really are both different and still the same, aren’t you, Voxy…”
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Vox raises his eyes to Alastor's gaze, and gives him a big crooked grin, his screen slightly tinted lavender. "I like to think so? I've done a lot of thinking and working on myself over the years. I might have lost myself a bit in the process, but here, with you, well... I don't feel so lost anymore. If that makes sense?"
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One of those bright red ears lowers slightly, which, in combination with a tilt of his head, looks a lot like puppy eyes on the deer. However, the affection and care in Alastor’s ruby stare is unmistakable for someone who knows him as well as Vox does.
“Mhm…I understand it perfectly,” he murmurs, taking another moment to admire his partner before taking a deep breath and letting his hand fall. “Do you need me to help dry you off as well?”
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Vox's crooked grin turns into an impish, teasing smirk. "Mmm... Is it going to be anything like helping me clean up?" He wraps his arm back around Alastor's waist seductively, but the grin on his face is more playful than sexual, showing that his words are more tease than serious.
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As if doing it himself, Alastor—equally playfully—shoves Vox backward, the towel the shade held timed perfectly to hit Vox squarely (rectangularly?) in the face, the radio demon laughing out loud.
“Hah! Serves you right, you insatiable picture box!”
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Vox just sits there a moment with the towel hanging half off his head, only the upturned corner of his grin showing below the fabric. "I guess you're not the only one who makes a good coat rack!" He blindly reaches out to grab at Alastor again playfully.
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“Pfft–! Ahahaha~” Alastor continues to laugh while batting away the first few attempts, his invisible radio audience and Fetch chuckling along. Neither overlord notices how utterly in love the shade looks, half melting into the floor as its jagged grin lowers to an infatuated smile, eyes hooded.
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Vox, in his blind gestures, accidentally grabs a handful of chest fluff. He freezes immediately as he realizes where his hand has landed, and the portion of his screen showing goes bright plum. He slides his hand off to the side and back and, instead, buries his towel-covered face into Alastor's chest.
"I so want to motorboat you some time," he says with a chuckle, rubbing his face back and forth. It's a surprisingly effective tactic to dry his screen off on the towel.
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Freezing when he’s actually grappled, cyan claws tangled in the longest region of fur, Alastor blinks.
“Want to…what?” he asks after a moment, confused as he watches Vox dry his screen. The radio demon extends a tendril, which fluidly lifts the damp fabric he was using from his arm to hang it neatly on the towel rod nearby.
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Vox reaches up, pulling the towel half off his screen so he can look up at Alastor through the chest fluff. "I want to stick my human face in all this fur and rub it around while blowing out my mouth to make sounds like this— " Vox says, and the choppy, whirring sound effect plays comically over his speakers.
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The radio demon stares, ears twitching from the strange noise.
What. the actual fuck.
Yes, it’s soft, he can understand why Vox would want to run his face on the buck’s chest fur... but why that noise?! He shakes his head, disapproving but amused.
“You are quite the character, Voxy… sure. Wait until my fur grows out a bit more, though, and I don’t have a wound healing just below it.”
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Vox grins wider, both from the praise and the prospect of even more fluff. He sits up more, tossing his towel away to let a cable catch it and hang it properly. Reaching up to cup Alastor's face, he leans in for a gentle kiss. "Ready to get out? I can have Coral prepare us breakfast in my office."
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Alastor returns the peck, a smirk tugging at one side of his mouth. “If I say yes, can I walk on my own back to the bedroom?”
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Vox reaches up, tapping the corner of his screen thoughtfully, as if actually pondering the answer. "Hmm... I don't know... that's a lot to ask..." he says teasingly, but his lips curl into a mischievous grin. "Only if I get to watch."
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“If you get hard again, I am not taking any responsibility for it.”
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"Too late."
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Alastor smacks Vox’s shoulder for that cheeky comment. With an exasperated low chuckle, the radio demon stands and gets out of the tub, shaking his legs to remove the remaining water there. He takes no more than two steps before he feels Vox’s gaze is indeed tracking him. “Are you actually going to watch me walk away?”
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Vox leans over the tub, folding his arms under his screen. "Oh, yes. Yes, I am," he says with a wider grin. Truth be told, his erection had flagged enough after Alastor had shaken the water off and their ensuing antics to not be an issue, but that was beside the point, wasn't it? That had definitely been Alastor's fault.
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He rolls his eyes, but the smile is genuine as Alastor turns around to walk back out to the bedroom, tail swaying, graceful and slow, side to side as he (and he’ll never admit it) puts on a slight show for the lovesick picturebox still in the tub.
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Vox licks his lips, swiping away a bit of drool before it can fall from digital to real. Damn, Alastor was right. He may have to wait a few minutes to get out of the tub now. A catcall sound effect plays for Alastor's benefit as Vox lets out a contented sigh.
How did he get so lucky with all the foolish things he had done over the years?
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A tittered, static-y chuckle emanates from behind the TV overlord as Alastor rounds the corner with a glance and a smirk, leaving Vox alone with Fetch, whose smile extends to the full width of his non-corporeal face. As Vox turns around, the shade leans in, almost close enough to kiss the media overlord himself as they meet in the middle.
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Vox's eyes widen as he hears laughter behind him, and he goes slightly stiff. He turns slowly, only to come face to face with the shade, only inches from his screen. He's surprised for a moment but relaxes as he reaches up, running his teal claws up Fetch's cheek, testing his solidity.
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Fetch lets out a soft trill, and leans into the touch, dark cyan gaze full of cheeky confidence and affection.
In the other room, Alastor hums a tune as he gets himself dressed, taking his time to step into his underwear, and sit on the bed to pull up socks. Now that the wound is more healed, perhaps he can take the time to properly lace his corset to wear today, too.
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Vox closes that distance once his touch confirms that such a thing is possible. He knew Alastor could feel things through his shade and this would be no different. He skirts his tongue over Fetch's lips, sliding his claws through that inky black hair and pulling him into a slow, passionate kiss.
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The shade flinches, not having expected the other to be so forward, but quickly falls into place in this dance, putting his hands on Vox’s shoulder and chest.
Alastor similarly finds his breath hitching, the tingle and warmth of sensation on his lips and inside his mouth pulling a bit of color to his cheeks. He shakes his head in a slight shiver, and refocuses on making his decision regarding the corset, tentatively touching the now-scarred skin as a test.
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Vox slowly pulls back his mouth, ending the deeper kiss with a softer one. "Were you volunteering to help me out? It's fine either way. Nothing a quick, cold shower can't fix," he says softly as his claws card through black hair, admiring the distinct texture, so different from Alastor's, but also so similar.
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Fetch’s face splits with a wide, jagged grin, raises a hand to waggle a finger in front of Vox’s screen, and taps his wrist in a scolding, teacherly gesture.
‘Ah ah ahh!’
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Vox chuckles softly and gives Fetch's cheek a quick kiss before standing up. "Yes, Mother. Give me five; I'll be right out," he says with his hand on the cold nob, but waits for Fetch to vacate the tub, not wanting to soak the poor shade in icy water.
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With another soft chirp of confirmation, Fetch leans into and nuzzles the side of Vox’s screen, titters, and flicks the ball of his sensitive, bent antenna before vanishing.
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Vox’s eyes flutter briefly at the contact to his tender, delicate peripheral. With a smile to himself and a slight shake of his head, he cranks the cold shower up to wash over his body. Thank god that they had managed to waterproof him during some of those many biomechanical upgrades over the years. Unfortunately, it wasn't sound enough to dive into his shark tank with his pets, but at least he could clean himself without worries.
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