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To think that the Radio Demon of all people actually enjoys giving up control sometimes. In a way, it makes sense. When you’ve been at the top for so long, it can wear down on you—always needing to keep up appearances, making sure everyone around you is doing what must be done, keeping the “status quo”. Vox understands this as well as the backbone of TV in Hell. While having the title of Overlord has its perks, it’s also like a shackle around your throat, and sometimes you just need to get away from all your responsibilities and let yourself be vulnerable away from the prying eyes of those who are just waiting for you to screw up.
Perhaps that’s the reason that so long ago Alastor had come to him with this sort of proposition despite not someone who typically engages in his base instincts. Or perhaps it’s because he enjoys Vox’s company—ha, it’d be laughable to say that’s the reason. No, the trust of such a thing did start because of their mutual friendship so long ago but even back then it was mostly just a way for Alastor to quiet the voices in his head, to calm the twitching in his eyes and ears when keeping up appearances becomes tiresome—even seven years later.
Vox can never deny the allure the Radio Demon has no matter what he does, but he especially looks gorgeous tied down to the bed like he is now. Crimson rope laced with threads of angelic steel bind him down by his wrists and ankles, crisscrossing over his chest and thighs, keeping him immobile. While Vox does enjoy the flair in which Alastor holds himself as he flaunts himself around, having him held down is its own special kind of treat. And it’s all for his eyes only.
A silky blindfold as black as the darkest abysses of Hell cover those beautiful scarlet eyes. Vox would prefer it if he could clearly see Alastor’s reactions the whole time but sometimes certain sacrifices must be made to gain full potential. After all, it is said that removing certain senses can increase others. Besides, it’s not like they use the blindfold every time they do this.
The last piece of equipment being used for this specific scene tonight is the silver cock ring around the base of Alastor’s cock. The VoxTech logo is stamped on it, of course. Just another small way for Vox to feel ownership of someone so powerful, someone seemingly so untouchable. It’s a heady feeling, knowing he’s the only one who gets to see the Radio Demon so debauched, the only one who can cause him to let out the filthiest moans and whimpers. Just thinking about those noises has Vox’s pants tightening even more than it already had been. There’s a reason Vox rarely ever uses a gag during their sessions.
Vox drags his cyan-tipped claws down Alastor’s face, down his neck to the tufts of fur on his chest, eyeing the long battle scar that's still healing, past his stomach and stopping at the juncture where his leg meets his pelvis. Alastor had only let out small shivers, goosebumps appearing on his skin at the gentle touches. His thighs are trembling a bit as those claws are so close to where he wants them to be touching, his cock already hard and beading precum against his hip. It’s amazing how someone who cares so little for sex gets worked up so easily just from being tied down. Another pang of arousal jolts through Vox at the thought. However, despite the gentle start, he wasn’t here to be nice. That’s not how these sessions go, especially with the two of them regularly engaging in their more sadistic sides on a day to day basis.
Vox suddenly takes his claws and scratches down the other demon’s leg, blood pooling up from the tears in the skin as Alastor lets out a soft moan. He does it again on the other leg as well, entranced at how quickly the blood appears and drips down the sides of the leg onto the sheets. He isn’t a cannibal like Alastor, no way in literal Hell would he ever eat another person, but he definitely understands the pleasure gained from drinking someone else’s blood, from tasting the literal essence of that person’s life. He does the same to Alastor now, his cyan tongue lapping at the gouged flesh, the tip of it dipping inside a bit to spread the skin a bit and cause even more blood to pool out. It tastes absolutely divine, as if he had been parched in a desert and had finally found his personal oasis.
Alastor’s thighs are shaking even more now, his cock spurting a bit more of precum as whimpers continuously emerge from his throat at the feeling of that tongue going deep into his wounds. Vox switches to the first leg, giving it the same treatment, spreading the cuts even wider with his tongue to get his fill. By the time he’s had enough, there’s the image of pixelated blood on his screen around his mouth and on his teeth. A lovely coat of red also shows up on his tongue before he swallows that as well.
He decides to be a little bit merciful and wrap that same tongue around Alastor’s dick, suctioning his mouth and pulling even more moans from the demon as he’s finally indulged. Vox allows his drool to lubricate the area more to make the glide easier as he bobs his head up and down, letting his teeth poke a bit at the member in his mouth. The pleasure is overwhelming for Alastor already as evidenced by the way he’s trying to kick his legs up out of the binds. He’s shifting on the bed as much as he can as if he’s unsure if he wants to get away from that sinful mouth or not. Soon though he starts bucking his hips up into Vox’s mouth, desperate for a release that won’t come as long as that ring is there. Knowing this, Vox sucks even harder, trying to make it more intense as the tip of his tongue also presses against Alastor’s urethra. A strangled gasp leaves the other, his hips still gyrating into Vox’s mouth as much as the bindings let him.
“Please… more… more…” A mantra of pleas fills the air, distorted by Alastor’s usual radio filter. Vox internally preens to himself at how pitiful Alastor sounds, removing himself from the other’s cock. A whine of dismay enters his ears alongside a crackle of static.
“Why—Why’d you stop? I was… so close…” Alastor asks, his breaths coming out as wet pants, the blindfold slightly damp on his face.
“Close to what, baby? It’s not like you can cum right now,” Vox teases back, stroking the saliva-slick cock with his hand, his claws digging into the flesh just the tiniest amount. More static pops and crackles around them as Alastor lurches from the touch. Underneath all the spit, his dick is a bright red, already so desperate to release.
“You insufferable, obnoxious—“ Alastor’s tirade is suddenly cut off as Vox wraps his other hand around his throat, squeezing. Those red and black hands twitch under the bindings, the fingers flexing, as though he he’s trying to lift them to snatch Vox’s hand away. The choking noises he makes has Vox grinning wildly, stroking Alastor’s cock as he grips his neck even harder. It’d be so easy to put all his strength into it and snap the demon’s neck but he holds back.
As he struggles to breathe, Alastor’s dick keeps throbbing and leaking in Vox’s claws. He’s drooling now, too, his blindfold becoming even damper. It’s such a beautiful sight and Vox once again wishes they had forgone the blindfold so that he could see Alastor’s eyes roll up in the back of his head as he gasped for air. He’s seen it before and he’s not ashamed to say it’s something he constantly thinks about when he’s jerking off by himself.
By now, Alastor’s whole body is shaking and Vox wants nothing more than to shove his cock inside this twitching body, feel those tremors around his dick. With that thought in mind, the hand around Alastor’s member goes for his own zipper and hastily yanks it down. He takes his cock out, a sigh of relief leaving him as it’s finally freed from its restraints. He moves a little bit closer and lines himself up with Alastor’s hole.
Sometimes, when they do these scenes together, they’ll have Alastor use magic to prep himself beforehand and this is fortunately one of those times. He can feel the heat radiating from that entrance and he starts to salivate as his tip presses against it. Not wanting to wait any longer, he buries himself in one smooth stroke, letting go of Alastor’s throat at the same time so he can hear the other cry out from the sudden fullness. The muscles around his dick are wet from whatever magical lubricant Alastor had used and the warmth and tightness make Vox choke a bit on his own spit. No matter how many times they do this it always feels like the first. Nothing can compare to this feeling of being wrapped up in those slick walls.
He begins to move, starting off with a rough pace that has Alastor gasping out moans with each thrust. The squelching noises are like music to Vox’s ears, audible proof of their coupling. It almost feels like Alastor’s hole is clenching down, trying to keep his cock inside every time he pulls back to thrust in again. A light sheen of sweat starts to cover his body as he exerts himself, changing his positioning until one specific thrust has Alastor’s whole body jumping. Looks like he finally found the spot he was aiming for.
He pistons his hips towards that spot each time after that. One of his hands is still jerking the other demon off, his free one gripping that waist as tightly as possible, pinpricks of blood appearing under his claws. Alastor’s moans increase in pitch as the moment drags on, the double stimulation almost too much for him to handle. His eyes are definitely leaking now, drool still dripping down from his perpetual grin as he begs for Vox to take the cock ring off.
Vox pretends to ponder the request for couple thrusts. “Nah, not yet,” he finally replies, his hips speeding up a bit more. Alastor’s legs are pushing against the bindings on his thighs, the limbs obviously desperate to close to stop the onslaught of overstimulation. It’s exactly what he’s been needing—to just give himself over to Vox, to let Vox control his pleasure, his body, everything.
“I can’t—I can’t—Vox, it’s too much, please just—“
Vox groans at the words, gripping Alastor by the hair and yanking harshly to tear a wrangled cry from him. Even more static buzzes around the two of them, barely able to be heard but felt by both of them nonetheless. Vox can feel himself nearing his climax as time continues to pass, as the Radio Demon begs for mercy like he isn’t enjoying every second of having his pleas be ignored.
“I just want to eat you up, Bambi,” Vox says almost breathlessly.
“Then devour me” Alastor’s manages to weakly respond between sharp cries of pleasure.
Vox smirks down at him as he moves his hand back down to Alastor’s dick and sends a sudden jolt of electricity through it. The body under him seizes for a second, Alastor’s mouth opening in a silent scream at the sensation, his ass tightening around Vox’s member almost to the point of it being painful. Vox does it again and again until he feels himself about to tip over the edge. He rips the cock ring off with no warning before sending one more jolt through Alastor’s length, precum oozing out of it. That final zap has the Radio Demon screeching as he cums across his own stomach, the sound of radio feedback piercing the air.
Those velvety walls clenching around him has Vox spilling his own seed inside the other. He rides out his orgasm, the rocking of his hips getting slower as he empties his balls. His mind goes blank and it’s almost like someone has wrapped film around his audio processors. However he can still hear Alastor’s groans of overstimulation from the cock hitting his prostate, and he basks in the sounds as his hips slowly come to a halt, a little bit of cum leaking out around his dick and onto the sheets below them. He stays nestled inside as they both catch their breath, the two of them panting for much-needed air.
As much as Vox would like to just collapse on top of the other and instantly go to sleep, there’s something else he wants to do more. He cradles Alastor’s face, his claws gentle against the damp cheek, and leans down to kiss him. Alastor lets out a small moan of surprise at the contact before responding to it in kind, the kiss sweet and tame compared to the rough acts they had just engaged in. Vox lets his tongue run along the seam of the other’s lips and is granted access. He licks into the mouth, feeling the other’s tongue and the sharpness of those teeth.
They pull away after a bit, Vox sliding out of Alastor’s body, watching intently as even more cum gushes out of that gaping hole. He shakes his head, trying to ignore the image before him lest he get hard again, and begins undoing the ropes around Alastor’s lithe body. He can’t help but admire the indentations the rope left on the skin, matching well with the multitude of scars that also litter there. Alastor instantly stretches his limbs out once he’s free, sighing a bit to himself when he feels Vox using a wet wipe between his legs and on his stomach. The blindfold comes off next and Vox watches as the other cutely blinks a few times to get used to the lighting.
“You gonna leave now?” Vox questions. He keeps his voice neutral.
Alastor hums in thought, his smile looking almost lazy. His demeanor is definitely less tense than it was when they first got to the room. “I probably should—hotel duties and all that—although I know what you’re actually hoping for.”
They know each other too well at this point. Vox enjoys letting his sadistic side out in the bedroom but once that’s over he likes to indulge his partners, pamper them in an almost possessive way. He feels like he’s still in control of their pleasure as he runs around to tend to their needs.
He can’t stop the sheepish grin that appears on his screen. “Guilty as charged.”
Alastor raises an eyebrow, amusement evident in his expression, prompting Vox to do what he wishes. Vox doesn’t hesitate to get off the bed before putting his arms around the other to lift him bridal style and walk them both to the bathroom. He knows Alastor could easily use his shadows to transport to the bathroom. Hell, he could just clean the both of them up with a flick of his hand. However, he allows Vox these simple pleasures, allows himself to be coddled and bathed by the other for just a bit until they have to go their separate ways again. It seems like such a minuscule detail but it means more to Vox than he can ever put into words.
No matter how much they fight in the public eye, their lives are intertwined. Their obsessions will always lead them back to each other. While no amount of sex can erase the hang-ups they have with the other, can’t solve issues only fixable by talking it out, Vox finds that there must be some sort of olive branch hidden amongst their banter and between the sheets. The fact that the Radio Demon still comes to him during these times, still allows himself to be vulnerable in front of his so-called enemy, is only proof of that. They may not get back the relationship they used to have but Vox will still treasure these quiet moments where there’s still a feeling of softness there, even if only temporary.