Touch Me - Radio Fucked The Video Star

Dirty Dancing

Alastor's room was a majestic blend of shadows and flickering green light, the remnants of Alastor's epic blow job skills still palpable in the air.
The door had barely closed before Vox jumped him when they'd gotten into his room. The intensity between them reigniting like a wildfire.

When Vox found himself pinned to the floor with Alastor straddling his waist, his wicked grin sent shivers down his spine. The Radio Demon was all sharp edges and pointed teeth, his crimson eyes burning with a hunger that Vox had only seen once in real life... but many times in his wildest dreams. And after that double blow job, fuck...

Vox needed a good ten minutes before he could get up off the floor. They laid there making out hard and rolling around on the floor in a power struggle. Vox flipped Alastor onto his back, biting his neck again and causing Alastor's skin to burst into goosebumps. Vox loved it.
He could physically SEE and FEEL how bad Alastor wanted him. It was driving him crazy.

"So eager, darling," Alastor drawled, his voice thick with amusement. His fingers traced the outline of Vox's lips, nails grazing the surface just enough to send a jolt of electricity through him.
"You act like you've been starving for this. Tell me, have you missed me that much?"

Vox's laugh was dark and strained, his hands gripping Alastor's hips with a force that could leave bruises. "You really think I'd let you get away with what you pulled for thirteen years? I should kill you for that."

"Wouldn't be the first time you tried," Alastor shot back, his grin widening. "But we both know how that ends, don't we?"

Vox growled, the sound low and spicedwith ominous daring, but there was no denying the spark in his eyes. It wasn't anger driving him, it was something far more primal. He surged up, flipping their positions in one fluid motion, pinning Alastor beneath him with a snarl.

"Damn you, Alastor," Vox spat, though there was no venom in his words, only raw, deep desiring need. "You think I'd let you control me after all this time? Not a fucking chance."

Alastor's laugh was a rasp, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he gazed up at Vox with that same crazed look in his eyes. "Then show me, Vox. Prove to me that you're still that monster I fell in love with."

Their lips collided in a brutal kiss, another hot and heavy battle of teeth and tongues that left them both breathless. Vox's hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of Alastor's body with a desperation that bordered on madness. It had been too long. Way too fucking long, since they'd had each other like this, and now that they were here, Vox had no intention of holding back.

Alastor's hands were just as eager, his fingers tangling in Vox's hair, pulling him closer as if afraid he might get pulled away and disappear again. The heat between them was suffocating, the air thick with the tension building been building up for years.

Somehow, in the chaos, Vox managed to break the kiss, both of them panting, staring at each other with pure love and lustful eyes. "Get up," Vox ordered, his voice rough and demanding. "We're not doing this on the fucking floor."

Alastor's grin was positively feral as he pushed himself up, standing on shaky legs. "Then by all means, lead the way, darling."
Vox didn't need to be told twice.
He grabbed Alastor by the collar, dragging him towards the bed with a mix of urgency and frustration.

They stumbled, nearly tripping over their own feet in their haste, but neither of them cared. The bed was so close, just a few more steps.
But those steps felt like an eternity, each one filled with stolen touches and hungry kisses that left them both reeling.

By the time they finally reached the bed, they were a mess of tangled limbs and burning desire.
Vox shoved Alastor onto the mattress, following him down in an instant. "You've been fucking with me for years, Alastor," Vox growled, his hands pinning Alastor's wrists above his head. "Now it's my turn."