"Distrscting is it?" The words held some weight, something low and a little dark.
He had taken notice of her reaction. The way she was avoiding looking at him, despite already having seen him. He took quick decisive steps towards her, hooves tapping across the floor. Alastor slammed a hand beside her head on the wall behind her as he effectively trapped her between it and himself. His slender form hovering over her, towering a staggering two feet taller than her in his normal form.
The water from his messy hair fell in droplets over her. The stag staring her down with brightly glowing eyes, full of sadistic amusement. His grin wide across his features while a shadow seemed to fall across his face.
"Interesting you say that since you walked in on me. And you insist I put something on, yet here you are, having not left yet. One would think you might like what you see." He used his free hand to reach for her chin and lift it uo towards him so he could peer down into her eye. "Is or that I'm distracting you or do you have some untold fantasies of seeing me this way?"
"You know I've always admired the way you looked." Vox said with a smirk. He brushed a hand along the side of Alastor's face, metallic claws caressing the skin gently. "The way you spoke.. how you did everything, really."
His hand dropped to his jaw, cradling his chin in he palm of his hand now. He'd tilted the other Overlord's head up to look at him while he spoke. Smirking with a smug arrogance which edged the madness that he had clearly slipped into. The swirling hypnotic stare within Alastor's eyes told him that he was still under his control. He wouldn't fight back. That would make this a little easier. Vox could do whatever he wanted to, to him and he would have no choice but to listen and obey. So long as he was under his brainwashing influence. And that was couldn't be any more of a turn on to him. Having full control, being able to topple Alastor after all these years. Finally. Oh, how the tables had turned.
"Ha, I was so confused for awhile. Why being near you made my skin crawl and the way it effected my body. And then i met Val and it all made sense." Vox squeezed his jaw in his hand, until he was able to wedge his mouth open. "To think I'd lived my entire life never realizing I could be into men as well. You don't know how hard that was on me when all I wanted to do was touch you - it made no sense. It was appalling."
Now he forced his index and middle finger into his mouth, pushing them in past his lips and teeth. The two digits curling along his tongue, sliding along it before he forced them back into his throat. He exhaled deeply while he used his fingers to essentially finger-fuck his mouth. Those claws of his thrusting down his throat and back, running over and along his tongue, brushing the tips of of them along it and the sides of his throat that he could reach. All the while, he reached up with his free hand to tug and loosen his bowtie. Giving himself a little more room to breathe since he was starting to become uncomfortable in his own clothing.
"Ohh I wanted to do this for such a long time. Even if I would have told you how badly I wanted you back then, haha, would it have mattered? Hahahaha! That's a fucking joke!" His tone was bitter, laced in anguish and the madness he seemed to tip into.
Vox unzipped the front of his own pants then with his free hand and slid his hand down into them, shamelessly stroking himself now. His breathing becoming a bit uneven. Still he kept his fingers in his mouth, teasing and toying with his tongue, running the digits down into his throat. The more he did, the faster his hand worked himself, earning some breathy moans here and there. Small jolts of electricity jolting from the base of his antenna. He cursed quietly under his breath. Shit. This wasn't enough. He wanted to get off like this, to have him sit there and watch him do it. But this wasn't enough.
With that he retracted his fingers from his mouth and instead took a firm hold on his jaw once again. Vox leaned forward, his hypnotic eye swirling "Stay right there like a good boy. I want you to keep that mouth of your's nice and wide for me until I tell you otherwise. And don't even think about using those teeth."
Keeping a firm hand on his jaw, he stepped closer to him and leaned his hips towards him. Vox guided himself into his mouth, shuddering at the sensation. The wet, warmth of his mouth around his cock felt amazing. Oh and it was Alastor. The one person he'd wanted the longest, the one person he hated more than anything. This was being done purely out of his own hatred and obsession for him, but oh if he wasn't going to enjoy every moment of it. Already hard and quivering from anticipation.
"Oh, fuck.." He huffed. He leaned over him a little, his hand sliding from his jaw into his hair, pushing his head further down on him. "Alastor.. ah. Fuck." He had to steady himself, instruct him with his hypnosis. He'd given him a command not to move. Another jolt of electricity went down his antenna and he tried again. "You're going to suck my dick, Alastor. So don't disappoint me."
[tie.] sender binds receiver's wrists with rope / belt / tie / etc.
Ties him up with his belt, bitting into his neck and rubbing his hands down his chest.
Lust prompts // accepting
He's panting lightly at the touch, shudders echoing throughout his entire body. Instinctual he pulls at the binds both with the desire to touch him but also so they bite into his wrists, adding to the sting of pain.
Pain which is no doubt turning him on, the longer it lasts. A heated breath leaving him to the bite, his head tilts to the side to allow him more access. The touch of his hands sliding down his chest made his face flush, his ears pinned back.