✨ Radiostatic smut ✨

ch. 2 - Stuck in a box

Vox works at the hotel here
Inspired by picture above 😇
Not beta read and I wrote about 1.5k before the actual smut

Kinks & content: Oral, 'hate' sex, sex in a confined space

"Shit, Vox, you're sitting right on my knee-"

"Well fuck you too, your elbow is jabbing my rib!"

Alastor sighed quietly as he slumped against the wall of the box.
He looked back on the situation: he and Vox had some free time, so they had been the fucking Lucifer-hating idiots they were and put slime in his shampoo bottle as a childish prank. Now they were cramped and hiding from him in a small box. He barely had room to shift at all.

They could have hidden. Anywhere. Else. Instead Vox had shoved them both into this box, cramped and small. There were closets, ceiling spaces that had movable panels and could be crawled into, but they were a bit too stuck now.

Lucifer had been right outside the door for the past few minutes, and besides, something very heavy must have fallen on top of the box, because the metal lid was not moving. And nothing electrical in the room meant Vox couldn't zap himself anywhere, and Alastor had been too drained to shadow melt.

"Al, can you move, oof, the heel of your shoe is like- digging into the flesh on my leg. I'm gonna have a bruise..."
Vox said, trying to stay quiet so Lucifer didn't hear them from outside the door.

Alastor huffed, and shifted the center of his balance ninety degrees, and finally analyzed that no matter where he moved, he would still be pressed right up against Vox.
Like right now. He had both of his legs off the side, one pressed against the wall of the box and the other against the top of it.

And his tail was showing. Shit. Pretty much no one else knew about, save Rosie, Niffty, and possibly Husk, and it wasn't something Vox needed to see. Alastor always kept it covered up underneath his jacket, resulting in a weird shape, but it kept others from seeing or grabbing it.

Vox grunted as he was busy adjusting himself, and looked down as he pressed against the top of the box, looking down at Alastor, who was facing him and practically in his lap.

He glanced down, then quickly back up at the pissed off face in front of him.
"Hooolllllyyy shit, Al, how come you've never-"
His proud grin got cut off with a shoe to the stomach, chocking on a little bit of nothing.

"Hey!" He hissed, "What the fuck was that for!?"
Vox shifted so that he was sitting down a little more, and kept his arms up and against the top.

Alastor pressed his foot harder into Vox's torso, huffing and trying to pull his tailcoat over his fluffier deer tail, hating the fucking thing.
"Don't look at, don't touch it, don't think about it, don't photograph it, nothing. I know what your room number is and I have the key to it as well. Make your choice wisely."

Vox huffed, the back of his screen nearly pressing the top of the box. Whatever had landed on top of the box must be pretty damn heavy.
"Relax, you're fine."

Alastor shifted again, and paused for a moment while he felt something warmer and hard bumping against his ass.
"What are y- ugh, you got your noisy ringing device in pocket? The wretched telephone thing?"

Vox all to quickly realized what Al was talking about, and tried to move up a little more, or at least slightly backwards, so Alastor wouldn't even notice and he could just go along with the phone lie, wincing.
"Yeah, yeah, just... My phone shifted in my pocket, ha."

Alastor raised an eyebrow.
"Why are your pockets right over your crotch, do you jus-"
He looked down to try and see why Vox's pockets were like that, actually having believed it was his phone.
He was sorely disappointed and annoyed.