✨ Radiostatic smut ✨

ch. 4 - Meeting

Thank you SomeSh_ttyPerson for the chapter idea
(Alastor is, metaphorically and literally, extremely fucked)

This is a little more Staticsilence instead of Radiostatic or Radiosilence, but Vox was willing to give Alastor a favor.

Set probably in episode three, Vox decided to show up to the Overlord meeting instead of Velvette. Vox and Alastor are on a 'mutual friend level.'

Kinks & content: Vibrator, public sex, table sex, rut/heat, dacryphilia? (he's fine), orgasm denial, aftercare.

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Alastor was walking down the street of the industrial side of Hell, finding his way towards Carmilla's.
Yet another Overlord meeting to attend, and this time was even worse.

Vox, the annoying fucker, was walking along side him and would. Not. Stop. Talking.
Talking about Hell, talking about money, talking about Valentino, talking about how Alastor really should have joined the Vees when he had the chance, all that shit. He wouldn't stop.

And to make matters worse, Alastor's rut had already started. He could have sworn that he had counted the days right, and had been prepared for when it would come, so that he could just hole up in his room and just hide away from (me♪) all this continuous bullcrap.

But no, it came early. A premature rut. And he had to attend this meeting, Carmilla would have his (cough cough FLAT) ass if he didn't.

And Vox wasn't making it any better... Giving him so much attention, the constant talking, accidently bumping into Alastor as they walked, letting Alastor feel the heat of the other's body...
That motherfucker.

And yes, they were friends, but Alastor still accordingly hated the media demon for all he had done. But put what they had aside, he was horny out of his mind.

Luckily, they were almost to the main building where the meeting would be. Maybe if Alastor was busy and distracted, this would go away for a minute. Ugh.

Vox suddenly came up with a playful idea, grinning and looking over at Alastor.
"Hey, hey Al. I got a lil' dare for you. Want to test it out~?"

Alastor narrowed his eyes at the tone Vox was giving off, but was drawn in by it and intrigued.
"Sure... What do you have in mind?"

Vox's smile was soft and sly as he leaned over to Alastor, enough to make him nervous.

"Nothing too bad, you just seem a little... On edge today. And I'm acquaintances with a few other deer sinners, I know what time of the year it is for you guys." He said, emphasizing his statement with a slight brush of his hand down the side of Alastor's neck.

Alastor gulped, trying to avoid the shiver that ran through his body anyways, swatting Vox's hand away.
"... We will not be discussing that today, old friend. Go sexually frustrated someone else.

"C'mon, it'd be fun and quite stress-relieving. I have a little vibrator here in my pocket, perfect for the job."
Vox patted the pocket of his slacks as he talked.
(Don't question why he just casually has one of those in his pocket at all times)

Alastor sighed and tried to hide the fact that that did end up turning him on more, trying his best to ignore it and deny everything.
"And why do you think I would want such a device inside of myself?"

Vox grinned and pulled it out of his pocket. It was a small, deep blue velvet bag, about the size of his hand. It looked like there were two small objects inside the bag. Alastor wasn't having any of this bullshit.
"Well? Think about it."