Vox hadn't been expecting an answer to his objection and, in all honesty, he had hoped that Alastor wouldn't have argued with it. The matter was too complex and emotionally charged to be handled on this kind of night, when both their guards had dropped far too easily and when they both were craving something softer and easier.
So, he didn't even try to hide his relief when his rival didn't even bother to acknowledge his words and, instead, made himself comfortable on top of him. The weight of another body holding him down was reassuring and grounding, and knowing that it was Alastor, of all people, choosing to willingly share this sort of intimacy with him sent the TV demon's heart soaring.
"Yeah, I can regulate my body temperature. I felt like pushing it up a few degrees with it raining so hard outside," he answered, trying his best to sound casual. "I work best when my core is kept at the right temperature, so I came up with a way to make it happen."
He had done it almost without thinking, to help lulling himself into a more comfortable mood, but now he was extremely glad that he had done so on a whim, because the Radio Demon was obviously enjoying it. And if he got to boast about how clever he was in the process, well, that was an added bonus.
The silence the lulled into after was easily welcome. Vox would have been more than content to just lie there, holding a sleeping Alastor, while he went back to his work. It was an absurdly domestic fantasy to indulge into, but it didn't matter if it had stayed between them, right?
Then the question came and the Media Overlord found himself gaping at his rival, digital eyes wide and a hint of puzzlement in his expression, betraying how he was questioning if he had heard it wrong and, especially, if he should be worried about it being the hooking line of some nefarious plan.
Old habits died hard indeed.
"You want to...? For real? Fuck, that's..." The Media Overlord stuttered out, tripping on his own words and failing spectacularly at hiding how eager he was at the prospect.
Could he be more lame and pathetic? Probably not, but then again when was he not when it came to Alastor?
"I mean, you never need to ask for that, you can just go ahead and do it, but...yes," he finished, once he managed to collect himself. He brought his hands up, daring to reach out and scratch the base of the Radio Demon's ear with one, while the other cupped his rival's jaw. "Please?"
He would have regretted that indulgence in the aftermath, once Alastor had gone back treating him like a chew toy, and he knew that the pain it would follow wasn't worth the temporary bliss. However, he had never claimed to be a sane person, nor a strong one when it came to resist his deepest desires.
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