5.0!Vox x GN!Kindred NSFW AU
The sound of jazz goes quiet, all the songs have been sung, all the drinks have been shared in the Akuma Bar. Warm dim lights and the expensive red velvet couch call for a steamy continuation of the karaoke session.
Tags: NSFW, third person POV, Kindred as a group, AU, smut.
Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy! ♥️
Night city gleam sparks like the sea of fireflies, sleepy gloom of the twilight colouring the sky in dark shades of blue and purple. On top of a luxurious apartment building, a penthouse with a private bar concurrently, still radiates bright indoor lights from its windows.
Only ones with an exclusive invitation have been granted assess to the Akuma Bar for a fancy party with the finest drinks and appetizers as well as good music – no one but the owner of the bar himself, Vox Akuma, is at the microphone, treating dear guests with his melodic vocals.
Looking at the crowd through the pink lenses of his glasses, Vox pours all his devotion into the songs, catching the cheers and applause of his Kindred with a grateful smile while they are having the time of their lives, sharing joy with each other.
But every show must come to its end eventually. The music turns silent, only the lively chatter of Kindred filling the room, when Vox puts his microphone down, heading out to the exit to exchange polite goodbyes with the music band.
As a good host, he tries to do it quickly so as not to leave Kindred all by themselves.
'Thank you so much for your hard work today, safe travels home!' Vox shakes the band players' hands while watching their figures disappear behind the corner.
The red and black haired demon leans against the wall, feeling all the overexcitement and nervousness giving their way to fatigue – a pleasant one, though.
"What a great day", he thinks to himself, unable to hide a contented smile.
After taking a brief moment to catch his breath, Vox is eager to return to the main room where all the fun takes place and where his Kindred are waiting for him to come back soon. His steps confident against the oak flooring, the bar owner's ears catch something interesting – something that makes him halt in his tracks.
There is no more vivid chatter of Kindred clouding like the merry chirping of birds on a spring day. Instead, Vox can swear he hears... moist sounds of kissing, getting mixed with subtle moans which definitely resonate with him, sending familiar pulsating straight to his groin.
"Of-fucking-course", Vox smirks. Deep down, he already knows what to expect when he leaves his Kindred alone – they would entertain themselves by a passionate make-out session if Vox is not around to kiss them. Not that he doesn't find it extremely hot, though.
Tension and hunger bottled up in Vox's body, he steps inside the bar only to find himself in the middle of something that will always belong to his golden eyes only: veiled by the subdued lights and the moon shine from the outside, all Kindred have occupied his new velvet couch.
Some of their things and clothes are lying all over the floor, probably taken off in the heat and haste of the moment. Vox's gaze slides across the delicate plexus of bodies, lips on lips, hands exploring every appetising curve. The strong scent of alcohol accompanies the view.
Vox chuckles – no one has even noticed his arrival, too immersed in the saliva-exchanging activity. The bar owner reaches for his unfinished glass of whiskey, chugging it at one go, a thin watery trail rolling from the left corner of his mouth down to the chin and neck.
'Fucking freaks', Vox curses, the fabric of his trousers getting too tight on the showing bulge. He strides over to the bar counter, taking a seat on top of a bar chair; he needs some release, some relief after such a rollercoaster of emotions and quite an overwhelming view.
'Enjoy the fucking afterparty, you bitches', Vox grunts, eyeing the unbothered crowd from above the bar chair. Through the rustle of dense fabric and the metallic noise of a zipper, his length is quickly revealed to the warm air and a rough touch of his own spit-covered palm.
Vox rubs the blood-swollen shaft lazily, a thumb stroking the head to smear some dribbling pre all along his cock before he gives it a full firm stroke. An ecstatic groan gets buried deep in Vox's chest, his back drenched in sweat, the musk of it mixing with the woody perfume.
He grits his teeth quickening the pace while his mind is drunk on the most lewd noises his Kindred keep making; he is wishing for somebody's lips wrapped around his dick instead.
'My lord..' a sultry voice reaches for him when Vox notices that all the eyes in the room are on him.
In a snap, the handsome bar owner is dragged onto the couch, in the scorching-hot core of the whole display, hands on his body and god-knows-how-many tongues licking his arousal in a lusty frenzy. Someone loosens Vox's ponytail, his silky hair sprayed all over the cushions.
'That's my good Kindred', the demon breathes out, grabbing one familiar face by the chin into a long sloppy kiss, their lipstick imprinted all over Vox's mouth before they focus on his moist neck instead. Vox makes himself comfortable, drowning in the perfect chaos of desire.
'There's one more thing in the show program that we haven't done yet, my darlings', Vox licks his lips, the pair of rose-tinted shades hanging loosely on his flustered, absolutely fucked-up face. 'Let's test how soundproof the walls are here. Don't hold back your moans, loves.'
The end~🥃♥️