✨ Radiostatic smut ✨

ch. 6 - Special guest

Heyyyy! We're going to have Valentino in the mix a little while in. AU where there's no Velvette and Alastor did decide to join the Vees. Takes place in the AVs tower. (audio visuals ig)

Alastor gets absolutely fucked and ruined (hahq)
Not beta read I ain't doing that

Kinks & content: oral, crying during sex (he's fine) spitroasting, oral and anal simultaneously, fucked at both ends, threesome, recorded for later (consensual, like everything here), sensory deprivation (blindfold), standing sex, couch sex, sex toys/gags, praise and degradation simultaneously, aftercare?
Enjoy! Or don't?

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Alastor hummed quietly along to the music playing softly from Vox's speakers, stirring the jambalaya in the pot in front of him.
Vox had his arms wrapped fully around Alastor's waist, with his head pressed flat against his back as he cooked.

Vox had been mumbling this whole time. Alastor wasn't able to pick up on most of it, but what he could hear were either worries, praises, or random things he did or saw.

After a little while longer, Alastor turned the stove off and, with Vox still clinging to his back and talking to him, waddled over to the small table they had in the kitchen. Sure, there was a big table with plenty of space just a room or two over, but it was too expensive for Alastor's liking. He liked the comfort of the kitchen, with the small table tucked into a corner.

They sat down, after Alastor convinced Vox to let go of him, taking their bowls of the dinner.
Vox had never been one for jambalaya, but it only took Alastor forcefeeding it to him three times to get him to tolerate it.

They are in silence, with the occasional random comment from Alastor, trying to start a conversation. You'd think a radio host and a television host would be more social with each other than this.

After dinner, they ended up in the den, with Vox sprawled out on the couch, watching whatever shit his employees had put on TV, while Alastor paced in nervous circles, fretting about if the night went wrong, or if it went as planned. He was nervous about both.

Vox glanced over at Alastor, taking a minute to recognize that he was stressed. He sat up, going over what to say before he walked over to Alastor, spinning him around to look up at him. Why was he standing on his tippie toes again? Hold on.

"Alastor, I can tell youre worried. Don't worry. Everything is okay. If you want to back out, that's absolutely fine. Just say it."

Alastor looked at him, grabbing his wrists.
"No. I want to do this. It's just for fun, right? Live a little. Because we didn't do that when we had the chance. Now we have eternity to do that."

Vox nodded, a small grin appearing on his screen. He smirked and untucked Alastor's undershirt, much to Al's disliking.
"Why don't I just give you a warm-up, stress reliever?"

Alastor rolled his eyes.

★★★★

Vox was on his knees, holding Alastor by the thighs as he sucked him off, the two still standing in the same spot.
Alastor had been running his hands over Vox's monitor and humming, but Vox was yet to get a moan or anything out of him yet.

Vox's grip on Alastor's thighs loosened a little, his claws spreading out and straightening. He tilted his head down, still sucking consistently. His volume turned off on its own, a big mute emoji flashing on his screen, indicating that his volume was off.

Since he wasn't making any noises, Alastor wasn't able to tell that he was crying until he could see his screen flashing repeatedly and getting brighter.