Once he's comfortable in the bed -- hips propped beneath a pillow, legs spread with Pomni between them -- she lines herself up.
If they weren't working with limited time, she'd devote hours to memorizing this body he's built. It's fascinating, how realistic all the little details are. Caine's begun to sweat slightly, to keep himself from overheating, and the salt taste of it is a near perfect match in her memory as she dips her head to taste it on his thigh.
"Please," he gasps as her fingers touch his folds, squirming. "Please please please --"
"Shh, I'm working on it," she reassures him. "Just need to see if you're -- oh."
Pomni was about to say wet enough, but the instant she touches him, it's clear that she doesn't have to worry. He's soaked for her, his arousal coating her digits. She spreads his folds in a vee, watching him twitch with impatience.
"Look at you," she says under her breath, adjusting until her now leaking cock sits right at his entrance. "Alright, here we -- go."
Moving at a torturously slow pace, Pomni pushes inside. Letting him adjust to her bit by bit, both of them overwhelmed by how good it feels. Already his walls are squeezing the life out of her, and Pomni has to take several deep breaths to remind herself to stay still and not thrust into him immediately.
"Ohh, Pomni, good heavens," he whines, arching up to take more of her once she's finally bottomed out.
Pomni braces her hands on either side of his head. The look on his face already -- punched out and dazed, like feeling her inside him is the best sensation he could possibly experience.
She starts fucking him, taking her time, inwardly preening over the long moan it draws out of Caine despite her cautious pace. Pomni can't help her own sound of pleasure, drinking in all the incredible sensory overload. Caine wraps his arms around her, urging her closer, and she obliges.
Leaning in so she can kiss him, Pomni focuses on the skin of his neck, sucking and biting her way all along the new flesh with every thrust. Caine bares it for her, twisting so that she can have more of it, fingers scrabbling down her back when she traces her tongue along the shape of his ear.
"Pomni, Pomni, oh god --"
Caine buries his face in her chest, jamming his hips up as he tries to fuck himself deeper on her cock. He's leaking around her, surely dripping a bit onto the sheets. Even as his breath hitches with little whines that mean he's getting sensitive and desperate to come, Pomni can feel her own release like a tangible thing coiling in the bottom of her stomach.
"What do you want, honey?" Pomni takes his earlobe between her teeth.
If she had the capacity to feel anything other than horny in the moment, she might have embarrassed herself with all the corny language. But when it comes to Caine, she can't help it -- he's mushy, and his affinity for shameless affection rubs off on her.
He doesn't respond right away, and when Pomni pulls back a bit to look at him, he's gone. Pupils blown, brows furrowed, hair a mess as he tries to cling to her. A subby disaster that always goes straight to her cock.
"Wanna -- m-make you -- feel good," he stammers. "Wanna come."
In any other circumstance, she would have drawn this out a good deal more. Teased him, edged him, really made him beg. But when they're running on borrowed time?
Waste not want not.
She starts pounding him then, trailing a hand between his legs to find his swollen clit so she can give him exactly what he needs. Caine bites down on her shoulder, muffling a drawn out cry, still arching his hips against her to give her everything he has.
"You drive me crazy, you know that?" Pomni blurts.
He chuckles into the crook of her neck, well aware of the effect he has. There's spit all over her clavicle and shoulder, but she truly couldn't care less.
"Mmmhm."
By now, the bed is squealing in protest with her every thrust, and Pomni's orgasm is so close she can feel it only moments away. Her rhythm goes off, whines working their way out of her throat as she puts all of her focus on circling her fingers around Caine's clit.
Aware that she's close, Caine pulls back to look at her face, leaving kisses up her shoulder and fucking up into her hard. In the back of her mind, something curls up, small, pleased, to think that he'd consider her even when he's so overwhelmed with his own pleasure.
Pomni makes a sound close to a sob, her hand cramping though she refuses to stop.
"That's it, sweet pea," he tells her, all low encouragement, bumping his forehead against hers. "Come on, inside me, come on --"
She spills inside him in one long, slow, blissful release. Slapping a hand over her mouth to smother the unhinged noises she knows she's making, Pomni squeezes her eyes shut tight and slams into him deep, taking in Caine's choked off swear, still sliding her thumb and forefinger around his clit for all she's worth.
"There we go," Caine whispers. His hips buck desperately a few more times, and Pomni can feel him clench tight tight tight around her before --
Oversensitive from the stimulation, Pomni has to slide out of him. A mess of come follows along with her softening cock, but neither of them pay it any mind -- she's too busy spoiling Caine through it, sliding three fingers deep inside him while her other hand continues to press and rub all around his clit through his orgasm.
He gasps, thighs squeezed together tight, watching as she shows no sign of slowing down. His eyes are brimming with tears, faraway with pleasure as his hips arch up, chasing more, and Pomni gives it to him.
"You wanna keep coming? Can you give me one more?"
"Yes," he says at once. "Pomni I'm right there, I'm gonna come, please don't stop, please don't stop please don't stop please don't stop --"
Caine's second orgasm hits him like a bus. She can see the intensity of it written all over his face, his whole body going taut as his mouth falls open in helpless pleasure. Ever the soft dom, Pomni praises him through every pulse of it -- telling him how good he is and how damn pretty he looks.
This is normally about the time that he needs a break, and sure enough, his hips twitch away from her hand. Pomni draws her fingers back, wiping his slick on the sheets, and kisses him once on the cheek.
Rolling off of him to give her hips a break, Pomni curls up into his side, pleased when Caine follows suit to lie on his side next to her. Only the sound of their heavy breathing fills the air, slowly calming as they recover.
Pomni isn't sure how much longer she'll get to look at him like this, but his human form really is interesting. He smiles at her a little when they make eye contact, cupping her cheek in one hand as they cuddle almost nose-to-nose. (Well, Pomni doesn't have -- you get the idea.)
"Would you consider this a successful test run?" He asks eventually.
Masterlist
Summary: Caine decides to surprise Pomni by creating a human form for himself. Though it's not a sustainable model, he's quite pleased that she enjoys it.
One problem, though. This new model does something very odd whenever it becomes aroused. Something called sneezing? It has to be a bug in the code, and he's determined to sort out the cause and fix the issue.
Stranger still -- Pomni doesn't seem to mind at all.
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: P/omni x C/aine aka S/howtime (P/omni Third Person POV)
Tags: established relationship, PWP, human C/aine and regular C/aine, P/omni has interchangeable parts, C/aine is nonbinary transmasc, soft dom P/omni, sub C/aine, top P/omni, bottom C/aine, praise kink, pet names, oral sex, fluff, sneezing ofc (but not until later chapters)
Pomni does a double take, her hand still gripping the doorknob.
An entire human man. Who's kind of just looking at her, legs crossed beneath her blankets, features brimming with barely contained excitement.
She freezes as soon as she sees him there, a near prey-animal level response. She's not really sure how long it's been since she's seen another human that doesn't have a digital avatar the way they all do here. That, and the fact that he's clearly naked -- or at least halfway -- underneath her covers turns any sort of processing power her mind would have had into mush.
All that aside. He's hot.
He's unfairly hot, when Pomni has time to dwell on it, and especially compared to her own cartoonish form. From what she can see now, as a familiar grin spreads across the stranger's face, part of her wonders if this is some sort of lust driven hallucination.
With a pretty face framed by waves of dark red hair, the stranger in her bed is toeing the line of androgyny, something that she's always found particularly attractive in men. He's got a strong, straight nose, a full but groomed mustache and beard, and goddamn. He's built. Not shredded, but sturdy, thick with obvious muscle underneath -- yet another physical feature she's always been drawn to. Generous amounts of hair cover his arms and chest, along with a trail down his belly.
Fuck, he looks good.
She blinks, caught somewhere between obvious arousal and still wondering if she's dreaming all this.
"Wh--"
"Surprise!"
Unable to hold back any longer, the man flings the covers off and gets to his feet.
He is, in fact, fully nude.
Instinctively, Pomni covers her eyes with her hands, aware that she's blushing hard at the idea of seeing a stranger expose himself to her so easily. She makes a sound somewhere between a squeak and a honk at the indecency of it all, only seconds away from yelling for Caine to get in here and set this deviant...straight.
Wait a minute.
"Oh...my...god."
Pomni slowly lowers her hands, taking a good look at the man who must surely be --
Caine. Of course it's Caine.
"How did you do that?"
"You really didn't recognize me?"
There's barely disguised glee in his voice, and it really is Caine's voice, coming from an entirely different form than she's used to seeing. He crosses his arms over his chest, pleased, and her eyes follow the movement.
They definitely don't glance over his naked, freckled legs, or what's between them. The thick thatches of ginger curls, and the folds that are surely tucked beneath. Is this different from what he keeps on his usual model? Or has he altered things, made the slightest aesthetic changes?
"I suppose I can take that as a compliment."
"You should," she says with a small laugh, relaxing. Closing the door and locking it with intention, she reaches out, hand hovering inches from his skin. "Can I...?"
"By all means!" Caine's chest puffs out a little bit. "Please, examine at your leisure, my dear!"
If he were any more excited about this, he'd be dancing.
Still chuckling a bit under her breath, Pomni moves closer, placing her palm to the center of his chest. He's made himself a good deal taller than her, and it's strange to have to look up to see his face. Even more bizarre that his face isn't simply composed of a floating set of teeth and eyes.
But which is stranger -- that she's gotten used to a partner with a less than human face, or that she's not used to looking at a human face anymore at all?
Best not to dwell on that.
Caine watches her closely, heart thumping away under her touch. It's so damn bizarre, to be able to look at this new human version of him and recognize his expressions hiding underneath. He loves to look at her face, to try and take a guess at what she's thinking when something new arises, and this situation is no different. With his hands delicately folded together at his chest, he's even standing poised like he usually would.
His skin is smooth and warm under her fingertips, a touch rougher than the glassy glide of his own usual exterior, but still soft to touch. The hair on his body shifts when she touches it, and -- the cherry on top, in Pomni's opinion -- his nipples harden ever so noticeably when she trails her fingers past them.
Shivering, Caine bites his lip, standing stock still as he patiently allows her to take her time and feel him over. He had promised that she could examine him at her leisure, after all.
"Definitely feels like the real deal," Pomni says, aware of how breathless she sounds. A thought occurs to her. "Like...insanely real. God, how much work is it to keep yourself like this?"
His striking eyes dart away for a moment (is he --? Oh, he is wearing eyeliner, God help her--), and Pomni gets the delight of watching him blush.
"Ah. Best not to worry about that now, starlet. Let me just say that I may have a, um. Limited amount of time to interact with you in this form."
He must be using a metric fuck ton of data. Caine's right; she really doesn't want to think about the logistics of that.
"So you're saying... we'd better make good use of this, while you have it?"
Trailing one finger dangerously low down his chest, Pomni cuts him a faux innocent look.
"Yes," Caine answers instantly. "Yes, exactly, my sweet brilliant jester, you're always one step ahead, so I had no doubt that you'd be able to -- mmph!"
She cuts his ramblings short, leaning up on her toes and pressing her mouth to his.
The way they normally kiss is a bit of a... compromise. Caine doesn't usually find himself in possession of a pair of lips, so her typical go-to is kissing his teeth or along his jaw. He enjoys this and likes 'kissing' her back by way of gently nudging against her. Though of course, when there's tongue involved, they find themselves on more equal footing.
But this? This is different.
His mouth is soft against hers, gentle and hesitant as he lets her lead, and Pomni melts against him with an embarrassing sound.
How had she forgotten the feeling of lips! Reciprocal kissing! Something so small but so visceral. Bizarre in itself if she lets herself dwell on it, the simple mushing of mouths against one another capable of inciting such want within her, but oh fuck did Caine put in the work to get the details right. His mouth is so very plush, the brush of his facial hair tickling her skin, and Pomni makes short work of grinding herself against him, her arms flung around his neck. (His neck!)
Caine responds with equal enthusiasm. Seeming to have found his sea legs, so to speak, he opens his mouth into their kiss with a telling little sound of need, sliding his arms around her thin frame tight when it's instantly granted. Pomni's own hands find purchase in his hair, tugging at silky strands and delighting in the noises he makes when it's lightly tugged. Their tongues slide together, and Pomni can't help the way her hips arch up into his, curious and desperate and needy to see how this new body will respond to her.
She takes approximately half a second to pull away, to say what she needs to.
"Bed," she pants.
"Mmhm."
They scramble there, Caine falling back against the mattress to let Pomni climb into his lap. She makes quick work of her shirt and bra, tossing them to the side like they've done something to personally offend her. When they return to the kiss, both moan with newfound passion, one of Caine's thick thighs wrapping around her hip.
"God, you're so hot," she says into his mouth, still intent on playing with his hair, and she can see his eyes dilate at the praise.
"You really like it?"
"Like is a bit of an understatement."
Caine ducks his head, always one to delight in praise, and cups her cheek in his hand. (His much larger, freckled hand.)
"Pomni, my dear," he begins, voice somewhat shaky. "Will you...?"
She waits, patient, watching his human face flicker between bashfulness and need. Long copper eyelashes dust his cheeks as he looks down and away, his cheeks flushing as he tries to spit it out. In the end, lust wins out. He's always so cute like this, asking for what he wants -- and she always makes him ask.
"Inside me?" he mumbles.
Just two simple words, but they might as well be gasoline to the fire already blazing in her core.
"Of course, sweet boy."
Pomni moves to sit up on her haunches, placing her palm flat on his chest to keep him where he is. Shifting a bit, she strips out of her shorts and underwear, settling back against him until her cunt's pressed almost flush with his own. Caine whines, spreading his legs so that she can get closer, giving her a delicious view of how wet he is.
"Pomni."
"Mmhm?"
She smirks as she runs her hands up and down his thighs, feeling the muscle there jump and flex for her touch. Pomni has a feeling he has more to tell her about how he wants her inside of him, but again, it's up to Caine to be more specific.
He covers his face with his hands, blushing almost as red as his hair, and the act is so distinctly Caine that she can see him past the temporary human form more clearly now than ever.
"Um," he begins again, swallowing hard as he fumbles for the words. "C-can you. Fuck me with the strap. Please?"
There's something so damn naughty about hearing him say fuck.
"Oh, absolutely," she purrs. "I was kinda hoping you'd say that. Get it out for me?"
He might as well be a human blur -- Caine fumbles backwards and practically darts up their mattress to stick his hand into the drawer of the nightstand that contains her harness and dildo.
"Thank you, baby."
Pomni tries not to laugh at his eagerness, but he's just too precious.
At this point, getting into the harness is as familiar as putting on clothes. Pomni had plenty of experience with a strap before she'd come to the circus, and often enjoyed a more dominant role with previous partners.
But.
The thing about this strap that they both enjoy so much is that she can feel it. As Pomni adjusts the dildo into place against her pubic mound, it perks up at her touch, melds against her body, and -- oh. Now it is her. At least, until she decides to take it off.
Pomni can't help but groan a little as she feels her cock stir to life, the last buckle of her harness pulled snug. The thing's a gentle blue, an average size, and a bit thick -- something they'd experimented with to see exactly what Caine preferred.
He's looking at her like he's going to die if he doesn't have it inside him right now.
Stroking one hand down her length, Pomni crawls towards him.
"Get it wet for me?" she suggests sweetly.
"Of course, sweetheart --"
Laser focused on the cock in front of him, Caine scrambles to sit up, opening his mouth and delicately licking at the head of her. Pomni gasps, always forgetting how this feels when she isn't wearing it. His bright, mismatched eyes peer up at her knowingly, grinning a little around her member, and Caine laps at her a bit more before putting her in his mouth.
"God, f-fuck," Pomni manages, her eyes fluttering shut. "That's good--"
"Mmmm."
He hums around her, smirking up at Pomni again as he attempts to swallow more -- and promptly chokes.
"Whoa, hey," she says, pulling out. "You okay there, tiger?"
Clearing his throat a bit, Caine nods, clearly embarrassed.
"I -- yes, I'm fine. Sorry, that's just far easier without a gag reflex!"
They smile at one another, Pomni's hand still gently stroking through his hair. For a tender moment, they stay that way, Caine enjoying the attention like a happy cat.
Pomni breaks the silence.
"You ready?"
He nods, eager. Moving briefly to sit up -- and still seeming a bit wobbly and unsure in this new body as he goes -- Caine kisses her.
guys is this anything or did i waste my time. Did i eff up the order things should be and did i miss something Huge. Let me know. Also has someone made this before ?
Heyy do you think you can do some kinger snz headcanons? 👀 + snzfucker kinger
Hey friend!! Honestly it's probably not my wheelhouse as I don't really have a thing for K/inger. I'm way way too focused on C/aine and am kind of stressing myself out finding the time to write for the projects I have for him as it is. Thanks for asking though! Hopefully another t/a/d/c fan will be able to do your vision justice 😩
I think he'd be really sensitive and easy to induce, just because he has no idea what to expect in terms of what sneezing is supposed to feel like
The first time it happens catches him SO off guard and he kind of hates it -- and is a brat about it when P/omni teases him for his reaction
I imagine his sneezes are kinda light/airy and very hitchy -- he could struggle with an itch for a while before finally giving into it. And of course his eyes water so much.
Not that loud but they can sound kind of intense, the worse the itch is. P/omni teases him for his "adorable" sneeze too -- he doesn't know how to feel about that but likes being complimented. Almost a kitten sneeze if they weren't so forceful, and almost always in threes unless something's really set him off.
P/omni blesses every sneeze and it makes him blush so. Fucking. Hard. Either being acknowledged in a state of vulnerability or the way she says it or both. Usually adds on a pet name -- "aw, bless you, baby." (Then grins when he thanks her, his face beet red)
I think he'd be really sensitive and easy to induce, just because he has no idea what to expect in terms of what sneezing is supposed to feel like
The first time it happens catches him SO off guard and he kind of hates it -- and is a brat about it when P/omni teases him for his reaction
I imagine his sneezes are kinda light/airy and very hitchy -- he could struggle with an itch for a while before finally giving into it. And of course his eyes water so much.
Not that loud but they can sound kind of intense, the worse the itch is. P/omni teases him for his "adorable" sneeze too -- he doesn't know how to feel about that but likes being complimented. Almost a kitten sneeze if they weren't so forceful, and almost always in threes unless something's really set him off.
P/omni blesses every sneeze and it makes him blush so. Fucking. Hard. Either being acknowledged in a state of vulnerability or the way she says it or both. Usually adds on a pet name -- "aw, bless you, baby." (Then grins when he thanks her, his face beet red)
S/howtime but P/omni convinces C/aine to turn into a human (which he can do for short periods of time, for plot purposes) every once in a while so she can induce him because she has the kink, and in return she tops him very enthusiastically.
Pairing: A/lastor x V/ox aka R/adios/tatic (Third Person A/lastor POV)
Tags: biting, dirty talk, pet names, banter, fluff, describing the itch, announcing, service top V/ox, vaginal fingering, praise, slight overstimulation
Word Count: 2.5K
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“You're an arrogant prick sometimes, you know that?” Vox grumbles as he sets his glass on Alastor's nightstand.
(On a coaster; he might've taken issue with Alastor's remark, but there'll be true hell to pay if he leaves a water stain on the furniture.) And just in time – he's only put the glass down when a rapid set of sneezes surprises him. Alastor would recognize the look of them coming upon him anywhere, and his hooves curl a bit in delight at the unexpected show.
“Tssch’u! Kzzsch’iew!”
He’s beginning to look annoyed about pausing to sneeze every once in a while, and truth be told, Alastor finds that even more endearing.
“Only sometimes? I've been told that it's my constant default,” Alastor answers, once he’s capable of it. “And bless you, darling.”
The sarcasm gets him a chuckle in answer.
“Yeah, you're right. You're a prick twenty-four seven.”
Vox says it in such an affectionate tone, he might as well be voicing something completely different. Luckily, Alastor has never been known to blush, and certainly not over something as simple as implied affection. Besides, it’s far too soon into their rekindled dalliance for that.
“Thank goodness; my reputation remains steadfast.”
But he does love their little games. And judging from the way Vox is gazing back at him, this encounter isn't over yet.
Even the way he looks at Alastor is different from the way it’s been in years past, though there’s something to be said for it. In this moment, it’s quieter, as if Vox is trying to puzzle him out. Contemplative. Long gone are the days where he and Vox sat and contemplated anything together, let alone without going at each other's throats, so to be regarded like this makes him feel a bit…anxious.
“Did you really think I’d forgotten what you liked?” Vox says after a moment.
Alastor crosses his legs, in need of something to do while he thinks of a response. That wasn't a question he'd expected to leave Vox’s mouth; it takes him a second to think of what he’s talking about.
Then it hits him. Vox has to be referring to the first day that he’d played prisoner, as part of their little orchestrated deal. When Alastor had been caught in the act of watching Vox and Valentino through the reflection in the tower window, after things had become interesting to him. That had been downright humiliating, and even now he feels his face burn somewhat from the memory.
“I…did.”
It’s the truth. After so many years apart, and all that time spent with a partner so different, Alastor didn't hold much faith that Vox recalled the way they were intimate at all. Or, at the very least, he thought he wouldn't remember it as fondly. He wouldn't blame him for not remembering – he was allowed to spend the time they were apart however he chose. Though Alastor supposes a part of him would feel a tad disappointed if Vox didn't look back on it with the same fervor that he does.
He hears Vox scoff, and looks up to find the other man rising to his knees on the mattress. Alastor’s breath catches in his throat as two blue claws tilt his chin up. In an instant, their faces are only inches apart – the heat and static of his old partner sending thrills through him.
“I didn’t. Trust me.”
Alastor closes his eyes when their lips meet again, the ache between his legs more prominent than ever. He’s never been one to proclaim that he needs sex, certainly not, but even he can only take so much anticipation. Every minute shift of Alastor’s thighs lets him know how wet he is, and only his arousal keeps it from feeling disgusting.
Still maintaining their kiss, Vox’s hands trail back to his hips, suggesting, and they tumble back the way they always did – Vox against the headboard and Alastor in his lap. Once he’s comfortable there, Vox breaks it off to look up at him, scowling with no real energy behind it.
“Do you have any idea how annoying it was to think about you every single time I had to sneeze, whether I was turned on or not? When I was jerking off, when I was on air, when I was fucking Val – every time?”
“Fuck,” Alastor blurts.
The very idea of that – of Vox’s mind jumping to him, over the course of decades – makes him want to be touched so badly it hurts. Of course, Alastor thought of him that way often in the time they were apart. But to think that Vox thought of him every single time he – ?
Oh, there’s no hope for him now.
“Mm-hm.”
Vox tugs at his hair, using it as a handle to expose the side of his neck, and laps at the sensitive skin there. He kisses and sucks and bites, chuckling when that forces a tight gasp from Alastor, his breath hot.
“I seem to remember you liked to ride me like this, do all the work yourself,” he says, oh so casually. Uttering the words close enough to Alastor’s left ear that it trembles. “You just looooved being in control. Liked to tease me about lying there underneath you, even when I wanted to move and fuck you back so damn bad.”
Vox pauses, swallows, opens his mouth like he’s going to say something else. But in lieu of words, his breath hitches, and he stifles two sneezes almost silently over Alastor’s shoulder. Fuck, he can still feel how his body lurches. The static between them builds as well, a quiet surge of electricity.
“You were – quite good at lying there,” Alastor manages, certainly not looking down at their laps to get a glimpse of Vox’s hardening cock. He isn’t leaning into the pressure of it, desperate for something to ease what his body’s now screaming for.
The look on Vox’s face is almost sympathetic.
“Oh, Alastor. Sweetie. You’re not going to be so cocky here in a minute. I know what you look like when you’re needy.”
“I don’t need you,” he hisses, flicking his ears back. “And I don’t need –”
But he’s interrupted.
“I’m gonna sneeze again,” Vox tells him, complaining, and Alastor clenches on nothing. He whines. “Shit – it itches s-so damn bad, Al – h-hih –! Hih’ESSZZSSH’schu! IZZSZSS’schu! TSCHIEW! Fuck.”
Alastor plants his claws into Vox’s shoulders and ruts forward with a moan, biting the edge of his screen. Vox gasps at the contact, sparks falling from his antennae at the attention. It takes everything in Alastor to stay somewhat still, to not chase his pleasure then and there through his soaked underwear. He could do it; it’d just be humiliating.
Finally, finally Vox isn’t trying to hold them back. His sneezes sound like him, how Alastor remembers. Natural, wet, breathy, and dramatic – that’s Vincent in a nutshell. Not some watered down, ideal version of himself. Just the authenticity that Alastor’s missed so dearly.
“There we go…” Vox purrs, running a hand down his back. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Curse him for sounding so smug, and being so right. When Alastor lets go of the corner of his screen, Vox is smirking at him. He brings his hand down to rest questioningly on the front of Alastor’s pants.
“Want me to take these off for you?”
“Yes –”
He answers so quickly that Vox chuckles at him again, but doesn’t waste any time helping Alastor lift his hips and slide off both his pants and his underwear, tossing them to the floor.
Now it’s Vox’s turn to be needy. Alastor repositions himself carefully on Vox’s thigh, feeling his arousal leave a wet trail against the other man’s body. As curious as ever, Vox traces a delicate finger inside the very edges of his folds – and swears when it comes away glistening.
“Fucking Christ, Al,” he groans. “You’re s-s-soaked –hih! Kschh’ieww! Please – let me take care of you –”
His cock sits mere inches away from Alastor’s opening, and if this were years ago, he’d only have to sink down and take it. But Vox has made these changes, and he isn’t sure if he can take all of it without pain.
“I – I don’t know –”
Vox takes one look at his face and knows what the issue is right away.
“We’ll go as slow as you want,” he says, his voice dropping into that calm tone that he’d always reserved for when things were new or frightening between them. For a moment, Alastor almost wants to cry; it’s been so long since someone spoke to him like that. “You want me to open you up first before we try?”
Leaning into Vox’s shoulder to hide his expression, Alastor nods, tail wagging.
“Mmkay.”
Carefully, Vox slides one finger to the center of his folds, tracing shapes up and down Alastor’s core before working his way inside. Alastor burrows in deeper, burying the little wanton noises that escape him into Vox’s neck as he starts working him open as he’d promised. Slow, slow in and out motions that don’t allow Vox’s claws to catch on anything delicate. The sensation is a bit strange, after going so long without it, but not unwelcome. Definitely eased along by how wet he is.
“That feel okay, baby?”
The question comes out breathless. Alastor has a feeling that he’s affecting Vox almost as much as Vox is affecting him, and there’s some satisfaction in that. Fervent kisses land on the side of his head, sharp with static.
“Mmhm – it’s good, V-Vox –”
He hates being reduced to a stammering fool, but it can hardly be helped. It’s difficult for Alastor to form words at all, when all his body wants to do is move against Vox’s hand. His hips haltingly follow the rhythm of the single finger inside of him, trying to get more on instinct.
Sensing what he wants without having to ask, Vox withdraws his hand briefly to add a second finger, sinking back into Alastor’s heat with a low sound of want. Alastor gasps at the new thickness, squirming as he’s given time to adjust before Vox starts moving again.
“Fuck, Al, you’re so fuckin’ wet for me,” he growls. “Don’t even know how you kept quiet about it for this long without asking to come – did you really want my cock in your mouth?”
He pauses to ask, pulling back to see Alastor’s face.
“N-no,” Alastor admits, pulling his ears back in embarrassment.
Vox blinks, processing, then grins when he understands.
“Ohhh, I get it. You’re an even bigger perv than I thought you were, huh?” He laughs low under his breath, sliding his tongue against the sensitive spot near Alastor’s ear. “You just wanted me to sneeze for you? Could’ve asked.”
Back when they’d still been in their old rhythms (and Alastor had finally had the gall to request such a thing), he’d either ask Vox to touch the sensitive vents on either side of his head to coax out a sneeze or take matters into his own hands. The fact that he can bring it up like they’re discussing the weather leaves Alastor unsure if he should be scandalized or aroused.
Regardless, all he can do is let out a long, tight whine in answer, thrusting against Vox’s fingers. There’s a pressure building in his abdomen as Vox bullies the spot inside him that Alastor’s useless at reaching on his own, and he wants it, wants to come, is willing to chase it down.
“You’re so cute when you’re this wound up,” Vox practically coos at him. “C’mon, baby, move your hips. Faster. Chase it for me.”
Alastor doesn’t do it because he’s been told. He does it because he wants to, and that’s a very important distinction. Something that he’ll make clear to Vox more than once, after this bout of sex is finished. Matching Vox’s tempo does something incredible and agonizing to that ache inside him, and Alastor has to bite down on the other man’s shoulder to keep himself from getting embarrassingly loud about how it feels.
“Fuck!”
Vox hisses at the presence of teeth in his skin when he's bitten, but it’s laced with delight; the two of them are deviants through and through.
“Yeah, that’s the spot, huh?”
The palm of Vox’s hand goes flush with his body, squeezing Alastor’s clit, and he can’t take it one more second. The added sensitivity and pleasure push him right over the edge, his legs clamping around Vox’s wrist.
“Good boy, god, you did need that,” Vox gasps, holding him tight tight tight with his free arm.
“Vincent, yes, mmnh –!”
The name leaves his mouth before Alastor can even think, and his face burns with embarrassment once he realizes what he’d said. But it’s too late – he’s coming, hard, uttering his old lover’s name over and over as Vox stares at him in wonder. Gently, Vox keeps moving inside him, coaxing him through a few more delicious pulses that have him whimpering and twisting with oversensitivity before the sensation finally ends.
In front of him, Vox’s shoulder is wet with drool and a bit of blood from where he’s bitten down. Alastor can only lean against him for a moment, lapping up the blood in a wordless apology. Vox tilts his screen to kiss the side of Alastor’s face, something more tender than he’d expected, and they stay like that while Alastor catches his breath.
After some time, Vox speaks again.
“How long has it been since you, uh…?”
“Since rutting,” Alastor replies, brusque, knowing that in this instance it’s easier to sate Vox’s curiosity than to let the other demon annoy him with more questions about it.
Vox makes a sympathetic sound, because of course the man would still know what time of year he falls into rut. It's been so long for Alastor that in a month or so, it'll be time for him to rut again.
“You want me to keep going? Make you come again before I–”
“Just put it in,” Alastor huffs, turning his face away somewhat. He's blushing so hard he feels feverish. Knowing that he’s left his dignity behind long ago while they’re still in this strange spot with their relationship feels strange; Alastor isn’t sure how open he can be yet.
It seems Vox’s ego can’t get any bigger; his smirk takes up the whole bottom half of his screen. Between them, his cock twitches, pre-come beading at the tip. He shifts his hips slightly, nudging it against Alastor’s stomach, and Alastor can’t help his soft intake of breath.
“Needy and impatient.”
“Vox –”
“Alright, alright. No more teasing.”
With a little rearranging, they’re in a position where Vox can actually get inside of him. Alastor shuffles forward on his knees, and Vox’s hands migrate to the backs of his thighs before lifting him up. Alastor gasps much louder than before when the head of the other man’s shaft nudges against his pussy. Vox’s arms don’t tremble as he holds Alastor there, flush against his body; if he had any rational thought to spare to the effort, he’d call him a showoff.
“C’mere,” Vox growls, hungry.
With all the hidden tension of heat lightning, they move.
okay I lied
I'm getting impatient, so it'll be a smaller chapter (like normal length) hopefully out this weekend...and then likely one more chapter after that 🙈
Really finding my groove with current V/ox's dirty talk...past V/ox is so much more shy and eager to do whatever A/l wants but current V/ox is a lil cocky... hehehehe
Next chapter (and I think also the final chapter, though it's going to be lengthy) is in progress...but here's a sneak peek in the meantime
And SOMETHING must be going on with my hormones because I -- well. Read for yourself 🙈
