Touch Me - Radio Fucked The Video Star

Three Steps In

Vox had always known how to turn heads, but tonight, when the drone camera was watching him and Alastor going at it on the hotel floor... the spotlight definitely wasn’t on him...it was on the devil beside him.

Alastor’s grin had widened since they’d left the lobby, eyes glinting with that dangerous mix of madness and affection that made Vox’s circuits buzz. Thirteen years apart had done nothing to dull the intensity between them; if anything, the distance had only sharpened it.

It just took a while for Vox to figure that out. Alastor, however... he'd gone through so much in that time. He had learned some things. Some important lessons along the way were now proving to help him experience life in a way he never had before.
A life with love and desire.

They stumbled down the dimly lit hallway, their steps mismatched, laughter spilling from their lips like the sweetest poison. Alastor’s hand was around Vox’s waist, fingers digging into his side, pulling him closer with each step. Vox could feel Alastor’s warmth, which was odd because Alastor often felt cold,  through the static hum of his own body, a heat that made his usual cool exterior crackle with static.

Though his body had changed, everything inside was basically the same. He just didn't have a TV screen as a head anymore. So that was pretty fucking ideal.
Vox was completely falling apart. Every touch, every misstep, and Alastor keeping him up was driving him inside. And it was like his room was on the opposite side of Hell.
How long was this fucking hallway?

“Alastor, fucking...if you keep touching me like this, we might not make it to the room,” Vox teased, his voice a mix of amusement and something darker. The warning was clear, but the smile on his face was anything but serious. He ran his hand down the center of Alastor's pants. The excitement was extremely mutual. Vox wrapped his hand around Alastor's cock through his pants, causing him to gulp hard and stumble.

“Well, darling," they turned another corner finally and Alastor put his back against the wall. The lights flickered and flashed, and the light dimmed.
He pulled Vox in and flicked Vox's lips with his tongue while Vox moved his hand forward, he could feel the tip of Alastor's cock through his pants like it was saran wrap with how hard he was. Vox bit Alastor's neck, the way he knew the cannibal freak liked it.
Hard.

"Ffffuuuuck," he moaned, throwing his hands up into Vox's hair and pulling him as close as humanly possible. Jamming his face into his neck where Vox was sucking the blood of and running his tongue up to Alastor's ear. Biting that do, since he was there.
Grabbing his head, Alastor whispered into Vox's ear.

"Who says I want to make it to the room, my darling?” Alastor’s voice was a purr, low and filled with intent. His crimson eyes gleamed as he leaned in, teeth grazing the shell of Vox’s ear. “I’ve waited thirteen years to get my hands on you again. I’m not about to waste another second mother fucker.”

They were a mess of tangled limbs and desperation, their desire bleeding through their every touch. Alastor’s hand slipped from Vox’s waist, moving to cup his face, forcing the Radio Demon to look him in the eyes. The hallway was empty, but even if it weren’t, neither of them would have cared. Let the damned of Hell see—let them witness the storm that was coming.
Fucking Vox and Alastor.

They'd be playing "Rolling in the deep," by Adele on the radio together, dancing in the radio tower. We all know that bitch is on the air down there, let's not kid ourselves. But it was the song that Vox always thought of when he thought about Alastor... now, they could have it all.

Vox grabbed Alastor by the front of his suit, pulling him closer until their foreheads touched. “You’re so fucking dramatic,” he growled, though there was no heat behind it, only raw affection. “Thirteen years, Alastor. What the fuck were we thinking? What the fuck were YOU thinking?” a little hurt, he still couldn't resist. "We could have had it all..."