Lovers Once More - Radiostatic

Hot and Heavy (NSFW)

The quiet between them grew heavier, charged with an energy neither could ignore any longer. Vox looked at Alastor, his gaze softer, yet intense, as he searched Alastor's face for any sign of hesitation. But there was none—only that familiar, sly grin tempered by something deeper.

Without a word, Alastor closed the distance between them, his hand moving to cradle Vox's face. Their lips met, tentative at first, but quickly deepened as years of unspoken tension and unacknowledged feelings finally broke free. Vox responded immediately, hands threading through Alastor's hair as he pulled him closer, the kiss igniting something raw and unfiltered between them.

They barely broke apart to catch their breath, moving from gentle to eager, their touches growing bolder, more desperate. Alastor's hands found their way to Vox's shoulders, pulling him flush against him, and Vox let out a low chuckle, his voice husky as he murmured, "Damn... I'd forgotten how good this feels."

He leaned back for a moment, taking in Alastor's flushed expression, his own screen flickering erratically. "I missed this," he whispered, his words spilling out in between fevered kisses. "Missed *you.*"

Alastor's grin softened, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Then let's make up for lost time, shall we?"

Vox laughed, breath hitching as Alastor's lips met his again. They lost themselves in each other, every touch and kiss layered with all the emotions they'd buried. There was no need for words now, only the gentle rhythm they fell into, rediscovering every touch and taste, as if they were learning each other anew.

And in that moment, there was nothing else—no past, no pretense, only the two of them, entwined and completely caught up in the feelings they'd tried for so long to forget.

The atmosphere between them shifted, thickening with each glance, each lingering touch. Alastor's fingers traced slow, teasing lines along Vox's jaw, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a murmur.

"Now, you didn't think I'd let you off so easily, did you?" Alastor grinned, his lips hovering just above Vox's.

Vox chuckled, a bit breathless, a smirk still on his screen but softened by something more vulnerable. "Oh, I don't expect anything easy with you, Al," he replied, his voice low and challenging, as he met Alastor's eyes.

Alastor's hand wandered to Vox's chest, fingers tracing slow circles there. He could feel Vox's breath hitch as he let his touch linger, savoring the way Vox's tough demeanor began to melt under his hand. Alastor leaned in even closer, his lips grazing Vox's ear as he whispered, "So, tell me... just how much did you miss me?"

Vox shivered at the question, his bravado slipping. "More than I'd ever admit," he breathed, his hands finding their way to Alastor's waist, pulling him closer. "But you already know that, don't you?"

"Hmm," Alastor hummed playfully, his smile widening. "I don't mind hearing it anyway." He brushed a soft, almost tender kiss along Vox's jaw, his lips trailing down to his neck as he let his hands roam, savoring each shiver and intake of breath. He took his time, making a point of letting Vox feel every lingering touch, every teasing brush.

Vox's breaths grew ragged, and he let out a low laugh, though his voice was tinged with anticipation. "Always so dramatic, aren't you?"

"Of course," Alastor replied, flashing a devilish grin as his fingers traced downwards, skimming Vox's waist. "Though, I do believe you're enjoying it."

Alastor then slowly, carefully, and teasingly started making his way down Vox's body with his hands. Vox, feeling his body melting at the sensation and anticipation, leaned back as his elbows sunk deeper into the mattress below them.

"Oh look what we have here..." Alastor said as he lightly brushed his hand against the ever-eager and growing bulge in Vox's pants, eliciting an almost silent moan from him.

Alastor softly started rubbing Vox's pants, causing him to squirm. "Oh quit it already! Just get to it, asshole!" Vox said as his face turned bright red, feeling the horniness bubbling over.

"Inpatient as always I see, handsome" Alastor unbuttoned Vox's pants, and pulled them down to his hips.

Alastor slowly licked Vox's raging hard-on, and began to softly suck on the tip. "I'm gonna r-rip your f-fuuu-fuuucking hair out!" Vox stammered, tired of waiting, his horniness unbearable.

Vox then grabbed Alastor by the hair and started making him suck it. "Your throat is gonna be my cum dumpster, Bambi" Vox said in-between pants. Alastor stuck his hands down his pants, admitting defeat and started jerking himself off.

"Oh you like when I pull your hair? Yeah I remembered baby," Vox said, noticing Alastor tending to his own throbbing cock. "Oh fuck yeah baby just l-like that!" Vox moaned as Alastor sucked tighter, "Oh-ooohhhh fuck, oohhh~ shit I'm.. c-close!" Vox moaned, Alastor mumbling something onto Vox's cock, As he too, was about to burst.

Alastor then came into his underwear, hot cum filling his pants, and shooting up into his shirt. He moaned and slightly bit Vox's cock as he came, and that was all it took to send Vox over the edge, filling Alastor's mouth and throat with his hot baby batter. "Fuck~!" Vox screamed as he gripped Alastor's hair tighter, the other hand grabbing Alastor's shoulder, tearing into his skin.

Vox eventually collapsed, and so did Alastor. Just as they were about to speak, there was a knock at the door.

Niffty's cheerful voice sounded from the other side of the door.

"Alastor! Are you in there? I need your help with something!" she called, her tone sing-song and insistent.

Alastor's eyes widened in panic, and he frantically looked down at his disheveled state. Vox was in a similar predicament, yanking his pants back up while whisper-yelling, "What do we do? What *do* we do?!"

"Under the bed, Vox," Alastor whispered, gesturing urgently.

Vox narrowed his eyes but, with an exaggerated eye roll, slid himself under the bed, grumbling the whole way. Alastor straightened himself, put on his usual smile, and opened the door just enough to poke his head through, hoping Niffty wouldn't notice anything... *out of the ordinary.*

"Why hello, Niffty!" Alastor greeted, his voice a bit strained as he tried to hide his disheveled look. "What can I do for you?"

Niffty leaned in, her eyes wide and curious. "I was hoping you could tuck me in!" She glanced down at his pants, her head tilting with a puzzled expression. "Oh, Alastor, did you... wet yourself?"

Alastor felt a flash of embarrassment but kept his composure. "Ah, no, just, ah—spilled my coffee! You know how it is," he chuckled, brushing it off and gesturing toward her door. "Give me ten minutes, dear. Go on ahead, and I'll be right there to tuck you in."

"Alrighty!" Niffty replied, not seeming to think much of it. With a skip, she headed off to her room.

Alastor exhaled in relief, shutting the door and turning back to Vox, who was pulling himself out from under the bed, looking highly unimpressed.

"Really?" Vox whispered, his tone dry as he raised an eyebrow. "Tucking her in? Isn't she... like, twenty-something?"

Alastor sighed, slipping off his stained shirt and reaching for a fresh one. "It's... complicated," he said, his voice softer. "She is actually six years old, but the.." Alastor's face turning into a grimace at even the thought, "..the pedophiles, tried to make it out that she was twenty because they're ashamed, obviously... something of a rumor, I suppose, and I guess it caught on. When She came her, she was lost, and in exchange for her soul and a promise to keep her safe, she keeps the hotel in shape—something she finds great comfort in, actually."

Vox watched Alastor carefully, his usual sarcasm softened. "Huh," he said, shaking his head. "Guess I didn't think you had a... soft side."

Alastor smirked, buttoning his shirt. "Don't get used to it." He gave Vox a wink before slipping out the door to take care of Niffty.