Vox one-shots

Vox's antenna - 📺 x 📻 °fluff/smut★

They don't directly fuck but there's sexual content! Skip if you're uncomfortable.

And just a heads I'll be deleting brainrot/Gen Alpha slang that I see in the comments from now on, i.e. 'Gyatt', 'Sigma', 'Skibidi', you get the idea.

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Yet another boring day. There seemed to be a lot of those.
As boring as Hell could get, anyways.

Vox was half asleep as he laid on the couch, flipping through a book he had found.

Alastor had just woken up from a nap, and had come downstairs.
It seemed Vox hadn't noticed him yet.

He walked up behind Vox, who was sprawled out across the living room couch, and patted the top of his large television head.

Vox jumped a bit, then turned around and looked up at his husband.

"Good morning~ Well, nearly good afternoon. You seriously slept in."

Alastor chuckled and waved him off. "Yes, yes. I'm aware. I was quite tired. Were you the one who had to stay up until early morning to perfect contracts?"

Vox smiled, "No," and gave Alastor a kiss on the cheek.
Well, gently pressing the flat of his screen against the side of Alastor's face. Sometimes he wished he didn't have a TV for a head.

"What's the book you're reading bout?" Alastor asked.
Vox looked down at the book in his hand.

Vox shrugged. "I can't explain the plot for my life-"

He was cut off as Alastor dragged his fingers along the antennas connected to the top of Vox's head.

Vox couldn't stop the gaspy moan that leaked out of his speakers, jumping slightly and gripping the couch cushion he was sitting on, eyes wide.

Alastor looked down at him, surprised.
Vox just looked embarrassed. They had fucked before in the past, sure, but Vox still got embarrassed at Alastor hearing him make any kind of noises like that.

"I-I... uh... My antennas are really... Really sensitive........" Vox explained, fiddling with his hands. The book he had been reading had fallen out of his hands, and onto the floor when Alastor's fingers came into contact with his antennas.

Alastor smirked. He would take this as a challenge.
He slowly walked around the couch, and sat down in Vox's lap, facing him.

"Ally, what are you doing now?" Vox asked, resting a hand on Alastor's shoulder.

"Well, I was hoping to try something. You wouldn't mind, now would you?" Alastor asked, cupping the bottom of Vox's screen.

Vox hesitated for a moment. "....Go ahead. I trust you."

Alastor grinned, and sat up a bit more so he could see the top of Vox's screen better. More importantly, his antennas.

Al reached up, running his fingers down one of the small but sturdy wires.
Vox has to stop himself from making noises, not wanting to be weird about something of his that seemed so normal.

Alastor started rolling the antennas in between his fingers, starting off gently but slowly begining to roll them faster.

Vox chuckled nervously and bit his lip as Alastor kept getting faster with what he was doing.

Vox's antennas were pretty sensitive, like incredibly sensitive. He could feel himself hard as a brick already. God he hated those things.
It seemed that Alastor had also noticed Vox's 'microphone in his pocket', and paused what he was doing to give Vox a knowing look.

"I-I told you, they're super sensitive...!" Vox said, screen flashing pink.

Alastor placed a gentle kiss on top of Vox's head.
"I know. You told me. I'm just hoping to experiment. Can I keep going?"

Vox nodded, pouting. Alastor shouldn't have a right to be this sexy over something so random.

He became instantly sexier when he started licking the goddamn things.
Alastor, running his tongue up and down Vox's overstimulated antennas, gripping onto Vox's shoulders to keep himself up, made Vox almost blow his load right then and there.

Vox firmly stood his ground, not wanting to give in that easily, and instead was wondering if Alastor was feeling the same thing right now.
Vox looked down, reaching one of his claws forward, and palmed at Alastor's crotch. To his dismay, Alastor was soft. He was fucking soft. Vox frowned.

"A- fz- Ala- fzz- Alastor! I'm- fzzzz-"
Vox stammered as Alastor took both antennas into his mouth and started sucking on them.

"Go on. Be a good boy for me and cum~" Alastor had to keep himself from laughing as he continued.

Vox bit his lip harder and his grip on Alastor's shoulders tightened as he finally came, a huge wet spot forming in the crotch area of his pants.

Alastor unwound his tongue from the antennas, and sat down in Vox's lap. Vox had ended up shutting down from coming, his screen black and unresponsive.

Alastor will sure remember this for future fuck times.

He carried Vox over to the bathroom, cleaning him up and replacing his cum-soiled pants with shark pajamas before he carried him upstairs and laid him down in their bed.

Alastor crawled in next to him, and gave him a kiss goodnight.

Keep in mind Alastor is Asexual, fics are for shits and giggles.
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