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He reappeared in his and Alastor’s apartment a millisecond later, still snickering about the look on the new kid’s face. Looking up, he spotted Alastor in the kitchen, standing by the large window and looking out over the city. He walked up to him and snaked his hands around his middle, pressing kisses to the nape of his neck.
“And here i was hoping to find you naked already.” Alastor hummed and reached up a hand to caress the side of his screen.
“That wouldn’t make you able to complete the deal, now would it?” He leaned his head to the side to give Vox better access and no complaints here, he eagerly took advantage of it by sucking on the skin, leaving a path of little marks. Alastor sighed softly with his eyes closed, soaking up the attention. A second later he opened them and gave Vox a questioning glance through the corner of his eye.
“I have to say that I am a bit surprised.” Curious on what he meant with that, Vox pulled away and took a step back to lean his hip against the counter as Alastor turned around to meet his eyes.
“Out of all your filthy fantasies you chose something as tame as undressing me with your teeth.” Not sure that Alastor fifty years ago would deem that as ‘tame’, look how far he had come. Vox gave him a smirk while he shrugged his shoulders.
“Maybe I’ve just run out of fantas-“ The dry look Alastor sent him could kill a man, so he cut himself off and hung his head a bit in defeat. He waved a hand around as he told the truth.
“I’ve had this one since like the 90s, felt mean towards it if I didn’t take this opportunity to fulfill it.” He straightened back up at Alastor’s amused snort, dragging him closer until he was flush against him again. He rolled his eyes fondly at Alastor’s snickering, digging his thumbs into his sides with a smile.
“Ha ha, real funny, yeah?”
“Yes actually, it- mmph.” He cut Alastor’s snarky reply off with a kiss, swallowing up his laughter. He deepened it as the other slid his hands up around his neck, but decided to keep it slow for now. Although slow didn’t equal boring, not these kisses at least, they made his head spin and heart flutter in his chest, all passionate and intense. He turned them around to push Alastor up against the edge of the kitchen island, hands roaming over his back. Usually he would take his time but he was impatient to claim his price, so he pressed a kiss to the edge of Alastor’s mouth and went back to working on the hickey from earlier. God, he couldn’t wait to rip his very proper clothes off, to bite and to-
“No tearing.” Here we fucking go. He pulled back to give Alastor a deadpan look.
“Alastor, you’ve seen my teeth.” His husband brightened at that, smile widening.
“I have! They are very nice.” One of the hands around his neck reached up to drag a red claw along his mouth. He kissed at it, before parting his lips to allow it to trace his very sharp, shark-teeth. One finger became two, tapping at the point of a tooth, Alastor’s eyes never leaving his. Said eyes turned almost black from the amount the pupils dilated as Vox flicked out his long tongue to lick at the fingers. He swirled it around them, soaking the claws before he closed his lips around them to suck. That turned Alastor’s eyes completely black and Vox felt a shiver go down his spine, still running his tongue along the fingers in his mouth.
Alastor stared for a moment longer before he pulled his hand away, leaving Vox’s wet mouth open and empty. But not for long, as he was sharply tugged forward into a bruising kiss, Alastor’s own tongue now sliding against his. It stunned him for a moment, but he quickly recovered and responded with matching enthusiasm, moaning into it as red claws dug into his back. He was in the middle of pressing his thigh up against Alastor’s groin, when he realized how this started. He yanked backwards, holding Alastor at arms-length by his shoulders as he panted for breath.
“Hey, I was saying something! Stop distracting me, you succubus.” He tried to gather his thoughts while Alastor clicked his tongue in annoyance, leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed.
“Oh yeah. How the fuck am I going to get this…” He pulled a bit at Alastor’s very well-buttoned suit jacket, vest, and shirt pointedly. “…off of you with my teeth, without some tearing?”
“Now you’re making it sound like this was my idea, use your never-ending imagination or something. And anyway, it’s in the contract.” Please tell him that was a figure of speech. But no, he already knew the answer to that. Vox closed his eyes with a heavy, heavy sigh, staying silent for a moment to put his head in his hands.
“Do not-“ Another heavy sigh had to be let out as he rubbed at his eyes. This fucking deer. He dropped his hands to press his palms together and looked up at the ceiling, silently praying for strength before pointing them at the man in front of him, who only looked at him blankly.
“Alastor, do not tell me you actually wrote up a contract.” His husband looked at him like that was the stupidest question in the world.
“Of course I did! Wouldn’t be a deal otherwise, now would it?” With a showy little wave of his hand, a glowing contract appeared. A very fucking long contract, what did he even write?! It wasn’t like it was a complicated deal, Vox would behave and keep his hands to himself at the gathering and then he could do the opposite when they got home. And an even bigger question:
“When did you even have time for that?! We left together and it’s not like you did it at the gathering.” That got him another one of those dry looks, plus a raised eyebrow, jeez.
“When you were whining about having to put your shoes on.” Okay he wasn’t whining, he was complaining. And rightfully so, anyone would whi- complain if they had to put on those uncomfortable shoes when their feet ached after a really long fucking day. But there was no point in telling Alastor that. Whatever, what did he know, he didn’t even have feet. Back to the issue at hand, there was another giant question mark that needed to be straightened out.
“I didn’t even sign it!”
“Yes you did, here.” He followed Alastor’s tapping claw to the bottom of the contract and yep, that was his glowing, cyan signature alright. That he had no memory whatsoever of writing. What the fuck. He snatched the paper from Alastor to look at it closer.
“Did you fake my signature?” He knew the answer to that already, his systems had told him that it was a valid contract, which meant that it had to have been him who signed it.
“You know that wouldn’t work Vox, you signed it yourself.” He looked up and met Alastor’s unimpressed eyes. What was even going on, he just wanted to fuck his husband not discuss paperwork with him! He flailed his hands around, waving the paper around wildly while Alastor followed it with his eyes silently.
“I feel like I’m going crazy here, when did I do that? Or actually, how did you get me to do that, because there’s obviously been some trickstery involved here.” He waited for the dramatic reveal that Alastor had brainwashed him or something, but no, he only rolled his eyes, as if Vox was being unreasonable.
“Sorry to disappoint dear, but I wouldn’t call telling you to sign something and giving you a pen ‘trickstery.’” It could not be that simple, there was something he wasn’t telling.
“Alright, I admit that I can be a bit empty-headed around you sometimes, but even I can’t have done that without asking what I was about to sign.” That made Alastor avoid his eyes, which was real suspicious. He narrowed his eyes at him and that made the other squirm and look down at his claws. Vox waved the contract at him again which finally made him break.
“Some kissing, might have been involved.” He remembered the kisses, it had been very nice. And then it came back to him, Alastor shoving a pen into his hand before kissing him senseless, and he had frantically signed whatever paper Alastor held up just to be able to have both hands free to pull him closer. Fuck. With that tactic Alastor might as well have made him sign away his soul. Though, if he asked for it Vox would give it to him in a heartbeat, so it didn’t make that much of a difference. But it was still rude! He gaped a bit at his husband’s audacity, before he remembered exactly who he had married and closed it with a scowl. This really wasn’t all that surprising, but still, annoying.
“This feels like very toxic behavior. Gaslighting, or something.” That got him the driest look yet.
“Yes, because we are the picture of a perfectly non-toxic relationship every other day.” Fair point, they really weren’t. But come on, this was a bit unfair.
“How am I supposed to follow a contract when I have no idea about the content? Or the conditions, since you apparently decided those on your own.” Alastor waved away the contract with a shrug and swirled around to make his way towards Vox’s desk.
“Let’s look it over then.” Vox groaned. No, no, no. He grabbed Alastor’s arm to prevent him from running away, pointing a finger at his face.
“We are not doing a contract reading as foreplay again.” That permanent smile widened as Alastor leaned into his personal space, a sharp claw tracing his lapels.
“Really? I seem to remember that you rather enjoyed it last time.” He could feel himself blush at the memory but he stood his ground, still holding onto the other’s arm.
“Yeah, because you were sucking me off during it.” They were silent as Alastor’s smile grew into a leer, eyes twinkling mischievously as he raised a pointed eyebrow at him. Oh. He grinned at Alastor’s bark of laughter as he promptly swept him off his feet and picked him up into a bridal-carry, taking long strides towards their bedroom.
“Contract-foreplay it is! No time to waste, yeah?” Alastor eyes danced in amusement as he looked up at him, reaching up to link his arms around Vox’s neck.
“This reminds me of our wedding night.” Vox snorted a laugh, looking down with a smirk.
“If this is what you remember from that night I really have to rethink my performance.” Alastor’s signal curled around his legs as his grin grew, a claw dragging along the bottom of his screen.
“No need cher, you performed very well.” A shiver ran through him, both because of Alastor’s sultry voice and the vivid memories from that night flooding his brain. They should do that again sometime. Maybe for the next anniversary. Or right now, he decided, as he threw Alastor onto the bed and kicked the door shut behind him.
He pounced onto Alastor with a wide grin, contract completely forgotten already, and pressed their lips together, pulling his legs up around his waist. He greedily swallowed up Alastor’s pretty moans as he firmly ground his hips, his hard cock pressing up against Alastor’s. Seeing his husband all dolled up always got him going, especially since he knew that he would be able to make him less dolled up when they were alone. His world turned suddenly as Alastor used his legs to flip them around, straddling him as he looked down at him with hungry eyes and dangerous smile. Fuck, he was too hot for his own good. For Vox’s sanity as well, but he’d rather be insane than not having Alastor.
His breath hitched as the other leaned down to bite a trail down his neck, hips bucking upwards at the sensation. Alastor had him pinned down and it just made him run even hotter, internal fans working overtime. The bites turned to kisses as Alastor snapped his shirt and suit jacket away, pressing his lips against his heaving chest, his stomach, until he looked up to meet Vox’s eyes, finger teasingly running along the waist of his tented pants. This was not going to last long if he didn’t look away from that incredible view, so he let his head fall back and closed his eyes, waiting to feel the wet heat of Alastor’s mouth on his cock.
But it never came. Puzzled, Vox opened his eyes again and looked down, only to be stunned at the sight that met him.
What the fuck.
His pants were unbuttoned, but that was apparently as far as Alastor got, because a glowing, green chain was hanging in the air and clasped around Alastor’s wrist. His eyes widened until they took up most of his screen when he noticed the cyan sparks traveling up and down the chain. They stared at it in shocked silence for over a minute, until they stared at each other just as stunned for another one.
“What the actual fuck did you do?” Alastor at least had the decency to look a bit sheepish, which pretty much equaled to anyone else throwing themselves at his feet to beg for forgiveness. He opened his mouth and shut it, silently staring at Vox.
“I believe-“ Nope, try again.
“You don’t ‘believe’ a thing, you know, so out with it.” Alastor gaped for a second again, before closing his eyes defeatedly.
“The contract-“ Vox threw himself back on the bed with a loud groan, hands against his screen. Alastor ignored him and kept explaining.
“The contract specifies that you have to remove my clothes with your teeth, without tearing, for us to have sex. At all. At least one time, and then the contract would be fulfilled.” Vox removed the hands from his face to look down at him in shock, throwing his arms out to his sides frantically.
“Why did you add that?!” Alastor scowled and threw up a hand to accusingly point a finger towards him.
“For your sake! So that I wouldn’t be able to get out of it. I don’t leave loopholes you know.” Yes, thank you, Vox knew.
Fucking magic. Fucking Alastor and his stupid, prissy, well-made contract.
“Alright, let’s test this.” He reached down to grab Alastor by the shoulders and roughly flip them over again, ignoring his ’oof!’. He straddled his hips and made quick work of the button to his pants, and no magic restraints yet so maybe-
He sucked in a sharp breath as the chain appeared again, circling his wrist and preventing him from touching Alastor. He tugged at it, but no, that was not budging even an inch. Rage filled him, he was too fucking horny for this. He whipped his head up to angrily scowl at the reason for both the rage and the horniness.
“Alastor! What the hell?!” The other crossed his arms stubbornly, as if this whole thing wasn’t his fault.
“Well, how was I supposed to know this would happen? Or that you wouldn’t be able to do your own wished part?” That was rich and he knew it. Vox swatted at his chest, sparking a bit in his anger.
“I would if you hadn’t added your own unreasonable conditions without telling me!”
“It was a reasonable condition!” His hands twitched in the air with the urge to strangle his own husband. Instead he rolled off him to flop down beside him on the bed and screamed into the pillow in frustration, both the sexual kind and plain, irritated, frustration.
“Now you’re just dramatic.” This fucking- Vox flew up to sit back on his heels and harshly shoved a claw at the other’s chest.
“Dramatic?! I’ll tell you what’s fucking dramatic Al, to not only write up a whole-ass contract about my sex fantasy and trick me into signing it, but then also creating some weird fucking paradox on top of it!” Alastor rolled his eyes and he wanted to gauge them out, but he focused on winning this argument instead.
“Resulting in this!” He reached for Alastor’s dick only for his hand to be stopped again by the chains. He did it again, and again, hand wildly waving back and forth in different angles to get his point across, murderously glaring at the cause of all this the whole time. Alastor only glared back. They kept that up until Vox got out of breath and he had to take some deep calming breaths before he passed out. The silence dragged on then, the only sound filling the room being Vox’s heaving breaths.
“Break it.” He kept staring down at his hands until Alastor’s questioning sound made him whip his head up to drill his eyes into him, glare burning with anger.
“Break. The fucking. Contract. Now, Alastor. You’re the one who created it, so you’re the only one who can break it.” Alastor flew up to his elbows to give him a bewildered look.
“What, no!” He knew Alastor wasn’t one to break a contract, but this was not about someone’s soul, this was about their fucking sexlife. His eye twitched and started to spiral uncontrollably.
“Uh, yeah! We’re gonna be stuck here until we’re double-dead if I’m gonna be able to complete this. And I am way too turned on and impatient for that.” He glitched a bit as Alastor only flopped down on the bed bonelessly, arms splayed out in invitation.
“Better start now then!” He was going to tear his limbs from his body if he didn’t like them so much.
“Alastor.” His glitchy growl only got him a wave of the other’s hands, telling him to get on with it. No! Vox was not going to ‘get on with it’, that wouldn’t be sexy or fun at all! He crossed his arms with a snarl. There had to be a way to make Alastor break it, they would never be able to- Wait. He might be the one who showed it the most, but Vox was not the only one who liked to have sex here. He narrowed his eyes at Alastor before he made his case.
“You know that if you don’t break it and I never do my part, we won’t be able to ever have sex again, right?” Apparently Alastor had not thought about that, judging from his wide-eyed look. That’s right fucker, realize what you’ve done. At Vox’s pointed look Alastor finally, thankfully broke.
“Alright, I’ll break it.” He summoned the contract again with a scowl, muttering a bit under his breath before it went up in flames, breaking it permanently. Whether he had muttered some weird spell or just cursing Vox out he didn’t know, but he was just happy that this was finally done with. Except, it wasn’t! He had been promised to fulfill one of his sex fantasies and now look where that got him. One fantasy short, because no way he’d ever find that sexy again, annoyingly turned on and really fucking angry!
But then, in the middle of his murderous grumbling under his breath, he realized something. There was a way for him to fix both his problems. A very obvious solution. He turned to Alastor, who had laced his hands over his chest while he silently glared up at the ceiling, looking just as angry and pent up like he felt.
“Should I be flattered?” Alastor turned his eyes towards him at the sound of his voice, raising an eyebrow questioningly. He still glared, but his pupils dilated as Vox crawled over to loom over him, spreading his legs apart to make more room for his own. A grin appeared on his screen, the ‘annoyingly cocky’ one according to the man underneath him.
“The Radio Demon, breaking a contract, just because he can’t stand not being fucked by me.” Alastor could try acting all high and mighty but the flush spreading over his cheeks was a pretty clear sign that he was at least a bit affected by that. He turned his head to the side with a scoff, away from Vox’s eyes.
“I’m starting to regret that decision by the minute.” He brought up a sharp-clawed hand to grip Alastor’s face and turn it back to him, grin growing until it split his screen.
“I don’t think you do.” Red eyes turned black, which either meant ‘fuck me through the mattress’ or ‘I’m going to kill you’, which was always a gamble. A really fucking sexy gamble that sent a shiver down Vox’s spine every time. Whichever it meant this time, it was going to be hot and he would most likely come either way. He couldn’t wait. He leaned down, pressing Alastor further into the bed until his nose almost brushed against his screen.
“You might as well admit it, how much you love it. Because I know you do. It’s pretty fucking obvious, judging by all your little moans when I fuck you so hard that-“ If Alastor yanked him down to smash their lips together because of him being turned on or just as a way to shut him up was unclear, but it really didn’t matter in the end.
The kiss was bruising, full of sharp teeth, so Vox wasn’t surprised when the coppery taste of blood bloomed on his tongue as Alastor bit down on his bottom lip. No surprise either when the cannibal pushed up even harder into the kiss at that, long tongue licking up every single drop. Vox pressed the points of his teeth down on it, soaking up the vibrating groan from Alastor as more blood pooled out, razor-sharp claws dragging wildly down his back. And fuck that hurt. In a really, really good way, that made his head spin and hips ground down on their own. His cock ached from how hard it was and he felt like he was going to die right there on the bed if he wasn’t pounding into Alastor in the next minute. He pulled away, but was dragged back down into another biting kiss before he could get a word out, so he opted to tell Alastor his demands through his frequency.
“If you don’t magic these clothes away right now I am going to rip them to pieces.” Alastor doing what he says was a rare thing, so he was obviously pretty far gone already judging by how fast he snapped his fingers to make his suit and Vox’s remaining clothes disappear. He succeeded in pulling away then, panting as the cocky grin appeared on his screen again.
“You should obey me more often, it’s obviously best for everyo-“ Alastor dragged him down by his throat until there was barely an inch between their faces, claws pressing against the skin threateningly. Vox swallowed thickly at the burning fury in the other’s eyes. He still had no idea if this was going to end with him having the best orgasm of his life, or that and him also being dead. Alastor’s teeth were bared in a feral snarl.
“Shut the fuck up, Vox.” The growl was mostly crackling static at this point and he felt his screen go warm. Before he could react, Alastor yanked him down again into another deadly kiss while wrapping one leg around his waist to hold him down. Rolling with the punches, Vox only matched the intensity by pressing into the kiss, squeezing Alastor’s thigh before lifting his hips up with a hand to grind firmer against them. The answering breathy moan he got made a spark shoot between his antennas and he curled his other hand into the pillows.
Lube, they were gonna need lube. He was pretty sure he had a bottle here somewhere. Alastor threw his arms around his neck to kiss him deeper and rolled his hips upwards, pressing his erection up against Vox’s with another stupidly sexy moan, making blazing pleasure shoot through him. Where was he again? Oh yeah, lube, lube! He had some in his bedside table, since it was his and Alastor’s bed. Alastor. Alastor, who sucked on his bottom lip before dragging his teeth over it dangerously, claws painfully dragging over the sensitive vents on the back of his head. God he wanted to fuck Alastor, right now, make him sound all breathless and trembling under him as he thrusted into him again and again and- Shit, lube.
He let go of Alastor’s hips and blindly reached out a hand towards the bedside table to try and find it, scrambling a bit until he found the handle to the drawer and then accidentally pulled it out completely in his rush, sending the drawer and all of its contents crashing to the floor. For fucks sake, now was not the time. He was on the verge to pull away again when Alastor’s arm around his neck tightened and a shadow tendril slapped the bottle of lube into Vox’s open hand, Alastor’s heavy signal nipping at his shoulders impatiently. Vox felt a bit stupid, why the hell hadn’t he used his wires? Blaming it on too little blood in the brain, he summoned one now to get the lid open and squeeze some lube out into his palm. This was going to be uncomfortably cold, but he didn’t care and hurriedly reached between them to wrap his hand around both of their cocks, stroking them simultaneously.
Alastor threw his head back with a whining groan, eyes fluttering closed and Vox couldn’t stop his hips from snapping forward, fucking into his own fist while also stroking the other’s cock. He dove forward to kiss at his husband’s neck, soaking up every little hitch of breath and wanting sound he coaxed from Alastor. The pillow promptly got torn to shreds under his claws, feathers flying out into the air. Yeah, they had to get this going or there soon wouldn’t be a bed left to fuck on.
He would love nothing more than to finger his husband open, but the caps for his claws were hidden somewhere in the mess on the floor at the moment, and he was pretty sure Alastor would rip his head off if he went down to look for them. And he might love to throw Alastor around a bit since he knew that he loved it too, but he didn’t want to actually hurt him. Fortunately there was a solution, and he thanked someone up there for granting him a husband who possessed weird shadowy magic, not for the first time. Even if that magic was what had made him so angry in the first place, but it got him here didn’t it? He pulled away from sucking another hickey onto his neck to mumble his idea against the skin, still slowly stroking between them.
“Can you prep yourse-“
“I am.” He looked down and was met with the sight of Alastor working himself open with the help of his shadows. A whining sound escaped his throat, and he couldn’t look away, squeezing the base of his cock to prevent himself from finishing this too early.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Suddenly Alastor lifted a hand from Vox’s shoulders to flick his wrist, making the shadows disappear into thin air.
“And done with, so could you be useful for once and fuck me.” Vox looked up at him, and god, if ‘angrily turned on’ wasn’t one of Alastor’s best looks. He leered at him as he leaned back up, ignoring Alastor’s irritated frequency whizzing around his head.
“Only if you ask nic-“ His teasing was cut off as another dark tendril shot out to wrap around his throat, choking him. It tightened, and he was worried he was going to pass out, or worse come, but right before either (or both) things happened, the tendril let go and vanished. He gasped for air, holding himself up on shaky arms while Alastor’s glare burned into him.
“Vox.” The irritation flared up in him again, from Alastor being a brat and also because he was going to develop a choking-kink if they kept this up. And he did not need more kinks that Alastor could use against him, he had too many of those already.
Ignoring Alastor’s tone, he sat back on his heels to roughly grab onto the other’s hips to align himself before finally snapping his hips forward, thrusting into him. God, he felt annoyingly good around him. Alastor’s gasp of pleasure helped soothe his irritation a bit, smugness blooming in his chest instead. He kept himself buried deep inside, only grinding in a lazy, teasing circle, the head of his cock barely brushing against that sensitive spot in a way he knew drove Alastor mad. Like a charm, Alastor whipped his head up and sent him a glare that would make most people drop dead from fear on the spot. He grinned back at him. Shadows crawled towards him threateningly, which he took as a sign to pull out and slam back into him, soaking up Alastor’s strained moan as the shadows shrank back. He would love to keep that little game up, but god, he was going crazy himself here, so he pulled out again to start thrusting in earnest, fucking into him in a harsh, brutal pace.
“Fuck.” His voice glitched from the pleasure burning in his veins and he bent down to claim Alastor’s lips in a frantic kiss, swallowing up his pretty sounds as he wrapped his legs around his waist. The bed creaked in protest as he ruthlessly snapped his hips forward over and over, thrusting into Alastor as his anger started to be replaced by pure lust, tasting it in the other’s kisses as well. He drew back and placed a hand on the headboard to brace himself, allowing him to drive his cock in even deeper. A loud groan was dragged from his throat as he felt Alastor clench around him at the new angle, red claws once again tearing the skin on his back. The added stinging pain made his vision flash with spots, and he couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping him, digging his own claws into the other’s thigh.
The loud ‘crack’ of splintering wood made him stop mid-thrust, looking up to see that the combined force of the thrusting and him leaning on it had shattered the thick, expensive, wooden headboard. Again. Vox let go of it and placed his hand back on the bed, only for a huge piece to break off and clatter to the floor, joining the rest of the mess while a cloud of sawdust flew out into the already feather-filled air. He made an annoyed sound in the back of his throat, because come on.
“Are you kidding me, another one? I bought that like a week ago.” Alastor looked up as well, his chest heaving and now with both feathers and splinters in his hair, bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead. He hummed thoughtfully and Vox turned his head back to him, a bit put off by his lack of reaction. Even though this was like the fifth time, why did they even keep buying new ones at this point.
“Judging by the quality, one could think it was your little company that built it.” The fucking mouth on this man, now he was just getting personal. He knew that Alastor was only saying stuff that would rile him up so he would lose control and fuck him harder, especially since his frequency was oozing with thrilled anticipation, but damn if he wasn’t a fucking expert at pushing his buttons. And the only thing shorter than Vox’s patience was his temper.
He pulled out and slammed his hips forward, starting up the same pace as before, relishing in Alastor’s surprised groan as he leaned forward to loom over him.
“Enough with the damn brattiness, alright, I’m already fucking you ain’t I?” His screen glitched a bit in anger as Alastor only raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him, smile infuriatingly smug, as if his legs weren't currently trembling from how Vox’s cock over and over pushed up right against his prostate.
“Are you?”
This entitled, arrogant, high-maintenance motherfucker.
He started sparking all over, screen glitching while his eye began to spiral out of control and he was too fucking angry to even answer Alastor’s little joke, instead picking up the already brutal pace with a furious snarl. Alastor threw his head back with a staticky moan, back arching off the bed in a whole lot of obvious pleasure, the fucking pillow prince. Hot rage pounding in his veins, Vox reached down to wrap his hand around his neck and sent a wave of electricity through Alastor’s body, making him choke on a gasp and send out a deafening screech of static into the room.
“Fuck, Vox.” Satisfaction curled in his stomach at the breathless way Alastor moaned his name. He let go of his throat to fall down onto his elbow until Alastor’s nose almost grazed his screen, his free hand pulling the other’s hips up to meet every furious thrust, claws digging into the skin. The grin split his face again as he met Alastor’s gaze, eyes glazed over with pleasure.
“You really do love this, don’t you? Me fucking you until you can’t walk straight. What do you think your lovely little audience would say if they knew how filthy the Radio Demon really is?” Red eyes turned into black again, radio dials spinning wildly, but he didn’t look away,
“Shut. up.” Alastor’s antlers had grown significantly, their sharp points ripping the sheets, but Vox was too angry and turned on to be intimidated by his little power display, grin widening as an especially ruthless thrust made those black eyes flicker into static.
“Yeah, not a fucking chance.” With a growl Alastor flipped them over again, smashing their lips together as he met every harsh thrust with a roll of his hips and Vox’s eyes almost rolled back into his head at the feeling. His hands were most likely bruising Alastor’s waist and thighs with how hard he was gripping him. Alastor kissed him like he was drowning, hands desperately clinging onto his shoulders while their sounds of pure want mixed with each other and Vox felt the tension in his gut tighten further. Alastor was obviously close as well, breathy sounds spilling out uncontrollably between frantic kisses and his signal was zapping all over the place, going haywire. And Vox was not going to let him have the satisfaction of lasting the longest.
He broke the kiss to reach up and fist a hand in Alastor’s hair, yanking his head to the side while pulling him closer to be able to bite down around his throat. As predicted, the deer instinctively froze up, breath stuttering and eyes wide as he dug his claws deep into Vox’s shoulders, dragging a snarling groan from him but he didn’t let go of his neck.
He pressed his jaws down until he felt the points of his teeth break the skin and with another ruthless thrust, as well as a new round of electricity rippling through them, Alastor came with a loud moan, trembling all over. Vox relaxed his jaws and pressed soothing kisses over the bite mark, groaning as he thrusted up into the other once, twice, before the force of his orgasm punched the air out of his lungs. Jesus fucking Christ. His claws dug into Alastor’s hips as wave after wave of blinding pleasure rolled through him for what felt like several minutes. His nerves were set ablaze and stars swam before his eyes until he felt weightless, becoming completely limp and dragging Alastor down with him as they fell back onto the mattress into a panting, shaky mess.
Talk about problem-solving, he felt like he’d never get angry ever again. Which obviously wasn’t the case, but this had definitely helped working off some steam. A lot of steam actually. His orgasm lingered, making him feel tingly all over as the pleasure from before still pounded faintly in his veins.
He brought up a hand to stroke his husband’s damp hair gently, picking out some feathers while pressing lingering kisses to the top of his head. Red ears twitched before Alastor slowly turned his head towards him, chin resting against his chest as he looked up at him with a groggy smile, eyes back to normal and filled with delighted content. Seems like this worked wonders for his bad mood as well. Vox couldn’t help but grin back giddily and pulled him closer to kiss his flushed cheeks, making him bleat softly. Their frequencies sparked in the air around them, trying to pour their overwhelming love into the other.
He moved to sit them up, before pain flashed through every cell of his body and he flopped back down with a groan. Right, he remembered then why they didn’t have angry sex that often, it was amazing, mind-blowingly so, but it hurt like hell after. In the not fun way. Might as well lay here until their bodies had healed up a bit, then he could shower his husband with lovey words and kisses and get his own share in return. And take an actual shower, because they were both pretty bloody and sticky. Great plan. But he had to make something very clear first, so he looked down at the half-asleep man on his chest again. Alastor met his eyes when he noticed his stirring, claws gently dragging up and down over Vox’s arms.
“Just-“ His voice was all hoarse so he had to swallow a couple of times before he tried again, to Alastor’s amusement.
“Just because it resulted in one of the best rounds of sex we’ve ever had, does not mean that you should do something like this again.” Alastor’s smile grew into something wicked and Vox narrowed his eyes at him in warning, because this was serious damn it, it might not work out this great the next time. He had no idea what he’d do if he somehow never was able to have sex with Alastor again, but he knew that it wouldn’t be pretty. It was for the whole population of hell’s best, really, they should thank him. The first (and last) time he let Alastor get sexually frustrated, the guy killed over a dozen people so start planning that parade in his honor, thank you. After some more narrowed glaring, Alastor rolled his eyes fondly and slowly leaned up to press a tender kiss to his lips. He hummed into it, wrapping his love-filled signal around the other and smiled as Alastor’s did the same to him. The other drew back an inch, gently dragging his claws along the side of his screen.
“Alright.” Thank fuck. Vox smiled sappily at him and got a matching one in return. He jumped a bit when Alastor suddenly reached up to teasingly flick one of his overstimulated antennas before laying back down with his chin on Vox’s chest, grin smug and lidded eyes sparkling.
“It’s a deal.” He flopped his head down onto the pillow with a groan, making new feathers fly everywhere and pieces of the shattered headboard fall to the floor as Alastor laughed at his reaction.
Fucking Alastor and his fucking contract-kink.