Posing For A Picture | Radiostatic

† | Chapter Twelve | †

† | CHAPTER TWELVE | †

† | THE SCENT OF SEX | †

Alastor stood.

He walked over to the wall, pressing an ear against it.

He stood as still as stone, not even his blood moving inside of him as he heard another grunt, confirming his suspicions. He let out a quiet whimper, sliding down and crouching.

He took off his monocle, and let his ears drop.

Oh... What have I done...

Alastor thought to himself, covering his eyes for a moment in an attempt to console himself. What should he do? Should he go in and yell, make a scene, tell them off? No, he'd only embarrass himself, right?

He sniffled quietly, biting down on his lip to keep himself controlled.

But he wanted to scream, and yell, and cry, and destroy everything in sight. He wanted to show the wrath he so threatened on others and yet..

He found himself unable to do it.

He felt nothing short of weak as his shoulders began to shake. Alastor moved his hands to his arms and squeezed, swallowing the thick painful saliva that had gathered in his throat.

The ground beneath him became a round spill of black ooze, in which he sunk into, falling from the ceiling of his own bedroom on the other side.

He landed on his bed with a grunt of pain but couldn't bring himself to say anything. Mic seemed to be saying something along the lines of 'I told you so.' but Alastor wasn't paying attention. He simply let out a sigh, watching the ooze disintegrate into the ceiling.

What was I thinking? I could apologize and ask him to marry me and everything would be magically okay? Think, Alastor, what's wrong with you...?

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Vox grunted loudly, almost yelling as he felt Valentino slam into him for possibly the eighth time he's done it so rough. He went to move his hands but remembered quickly that they were restrained by cuffs. Valentino had Vox in the basic missionary position one hand on his chest, two on his waist and the other taking its own free liberties. Vox panted and Val groaned as their skin slapped together loud enough to be heard in nearby rooms.

Vox's electricity bolts through him, almost like an orgasm, causing his back to arch and his fingers to curls tightly into a fist. But it wasn't enough for him.

He wrapped his legs around Valentino's hips, driving him deeper than before. Valentino's free hand gripped the sheets and he let out a whimper. "Oh, quanto mi piace quando prendi il controllo!" He gasped, continuing to thrust his hips back and forth.

"Can't-... Unders-stand... Fuck!" Vox groaned out, his body trembling as a real orgasm hit him this time, just in time with Valentino.

Before he knew it, cum spurted up in thin, displeased strands as he felt the condom that Valentino wore became filled with a satisfied amount.

They collapsed together, Vox's back relaxing against the comforter and Valentino relaxing against him. "God.."

Valentino leaned down, kissing Vox feverishly and Vox desperately returned it. When they felt like they might suffocate, they pulled apart from each other's faces, panting and gasping.