6.0!Vox (Slayer) x GN!Kindred (Reader) NSFW AU
After a dangerous mission, the Slayer returns home – not only he's welcomed by a warm meal and an attentive ear but also his Kindred's dexterous hands that release all the pent-up tension.
Tags: NSFW, second person POV, AU, Fluff, Established relationship.
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!
In the deep of the night, at the darkest time before the sunlight barely starts to seep through the dawn sky, you've barely had a wink of sleep constantly looking at your phone. Having a demon lover who has recently embarked on his new journey of slaying other horrible demons, you know that overwhelming sense of worry firsthand; although your rational side keeps telling you not to fret – he's a hella strong man! – your heart keeps stinging with longing.
Here in the quiet space of the kitchen, you're looking into the window – as if trying to catch a familiar silhouette, gliding through the free air.
"Where is Vox now? Is he safe? Is he injured, OH PLEASE I PRAY HE'S NOT"; your head almost starts to hurt at the mere possibility of Vox being harmed in any way.
However, a key turning in the keyhole startles you out of these depressive thoughts, so you immediately run to the front door. Vox enters the apartment with a tired smile, accepting an eager hug as you're hanging on him, wrapping your arms and legs around his frame. There he is, finally back: warm, moving, ALIVE, and not a single bit of his skin is touched by anyone else but you.
'Hi baby', Vox cooes while he's completely giving his guard up. His head is pressed to your clavicles as he inhales your scent: you smell like a safe home, HIS home. So, his first urge is to take you to the living room and have you sat on the couch with him; he needs a moment to catch his breath, to remind himself that in this cosily confined space he's no one else but your lover.
Having plopped on the couch with an exhausted exhale, Vox rubs his stiff neck; you follow your lover, your eyes glued to him.
'How did it go, my love?' you ask, taking a seat where Vox is already seated. Gently pushing him, you have him in your embrace where his back rests against your chest, your legs and arms wrapped around his torso and waist: like a small backpack.
You reach to stroke Vox's hair, tucking a strand of long black hair behind his ear before your fingertips would caress his exposed cheek tracing the black swirls of the tattoo.
'Where should I start...' your lover hums, nuzzling into your palm, as he melts into the hug.
'You have all the time in the world', you reassure him which Vox accepts with a grateful hum again.
The moment he starts a story of his another yet bizarre adventure, you listen to your lover attentively whilst your palms are doing the magic: swift fingers are wandering across Vox's body, leaving no spot untouched.
First, it all starts quite innocently: you trace his collarbones before adding some pressure onto his shoulders to relieve the tension, then the fingertips travel lower to Vox's chest, massaging the buff muscles in circular motions. The translucent fabric of his suit barely hides both the finest contours of his body and the warmth of it; Vox is burning underneath your palms.
Also, no massage can go without a few gentle scratches every here and there, your nails focusing on his abs now. Vox doesn't even hide a light ticklish shiver as he speaks, a small giggle running off his lips that you find extremely adorable.
Your nose bumps playfully into your lover's temple to inhale his scent: Vox smells quite... sweaty, which isn't surprising considering his outfit and the horrendous heat. There's also some natural musk, sulfur, and... a metallic smell of blood lingering in his hair. It seems like the slayer's hunt has been a successful one, as you think about it with a smirk. There's something so undeniably hot about Vox's scent and the way his body is completely in your hands: he's a big strong man that kills other demons yet here he is, all yours.
'And then he just– AH!' Vox continues his story but suddenly he draws in a sharp gasp for air when your hands move lower, both palms covering an obvious bulge under the loose trousers. You leave a moist kiss on Vox's earlobe, one of the most sensitive spots in his body, enough to make him gasp for air again. Your feet, earlier resting on both sides next to the slayer's waist, are teasing his inner thighs, almost brushing against the erected shaft through the layer of clothes.
Stroking Vox's length with one hand, another hand is pressed down with its base onto his tip, tenting through the clothes as a warm wet stain darkens the black fabric.
'Babe... FUCK!' your lover curses under his breath, his eyebrows meeting each other in a needy frown.
The trousers seems pretty much unnecessary in such state of things, so you carefully untie a knot of Vox's belt, tugging that piece of clothing off his thighs until they slide down his knees to the floor; now only the transparent suit is left, but luckily it's not that tight to stop you from burying your palms underneath it through the hip windows.
Vox leans closer for a deep kiss, and you don't waste the chance to give some strokes of his rock-hard sticky flesh, Vox's groans matching each stroke. Your bare skin has memorised every vein and curve of your lover's cock; you don't even have to see it to make Vox feel good, almost crumbling apart in your arms, his moans getting caught in your own throat. Circling the leaking tip with your thumb, another hand of yours tugs at the translucent suit to free Vox's shackled dick as it jolts in your fingers.
Vox grips hard at the couch's velvety surface, almost choking on the low moans because it's all too much, too much stimulation coming from everywhere: your lips devouring his sensitive earlobe, your feet ticking his balls, heavy from all the accumulated tension, your hand rubbing his cock the way he likes it, like you know his own body better he does.
'Mmhm, Kindred... OH FUCK!' he keeps murmuring until his own voice cracks in a sweet curse when the upcoming release makes his own hips jerk to meet the fast-paced rhythm of your warm palm.
Pulling Vox closer into another tongues-connected sloppy kiss, you release the transparent fabric of his suit off your grip so that it snaps back to his gentle skin, a fleeting spark of pain making more precum leak out of the bloodshot tip. Yet the free fingers find your lover's chest again, small fingers tracing the swollen nipple – you are rubbing it through the thin fabric, the rhythms of your hands matching for maximum pleasure.
'Kindred!' Vox growls until his hot heavy load shoots into your palm, some drops painting his covered stomach as well.
'That was hot as fuck', you giggle into Vox's cheek while you are peppering his beautiful face with more kisses. Surprisingly or not, his cock isn't even barely limp: in fact, it got much harder.
'How about I take it off, and we continue what we've started in a nice cool shower?'
'Fine, but after that I want another round, and the suit stays on!' you both laugh.
Taking a cool shower is what Vox's been dreaming about the entire day, but with his Kindred right next to him, he knows they can turn a boring shower-taking into a fun time.
The end.🚿♥️
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