Lovers Once More - Radiostatic

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As Alastor stepped through the door, Vox couldn't hold back any longer. He rushed forward and leaped into Alastor's arms, his eyes brimming with a mix of adoration and excitement. Their lips met in an eager, passionate kiss that seemed to express everything Vox had felt listening to the broadcast. Alastor, smiling against Vox's lips, wrapped his arms securely around him and carried him to the couch.

Settling down, Alastor kept Vox perched on his lap, holding him close as they shared one kiss after another, savoring every moment. The connection between them felt effortless, as though they'd fallen back into a rhythm they'd both missed for so long. Vox's fingers trailed gently along Alastor's cheek, tracing the lines of his smile, while Alastor's hand rested at the small of his back, keeping him close. In that moment, with the world outside forgotten, they reveled in each other's presence, the glow of love filling the room.

Angel raised an eyebrow, leaning on the bar as he watched Alastor and Vox lost in each other on the couch. "Alright, this time I'm *reeeally* bettin' on them fuckin'," he said, smirking as he turned to Husk. "You in?"

Husk grumbled, rolling his eyes, but he couldn't resist a good bet—especially when Angel was so confident. With a lazy shrug, he pulled a crumpled bill from his pocket and slapped it on the bar. "Fine, ten hell bucks says they *won't*," he muttered. "Alastor's too much of a gentleman. Probably drag it out just to be sappy."

Angel's smirk only grew wider as he glanced back at the couple on the couch, whispering to Husk, "Oh, I know those eyes. That sappiness only goes so far..."

The two watched, each secretly hoping they'd be right, as Alastor and Vox remained wrapped up in each other, blissfully unaware of their audience and the small wager on their next moves.

As things intensified on the couch, Vox leaned closer, his hands gripping Alastor's shoulders as he ground his hips teasingly. Alastor let out a low hum of approval, his hands settling at Vox's waist, holding him close as he matched his movements.

At the bar, Angel's eyes sparkled with smug satisfaction. "Oh, *yep,*" he whispered, nudging Husk. "C'mon, admit it—you're losin' this one."

Husk sighed, already feeling his wallet a bit lighter, muttering, "Fine. I'll give you your damn ten bucks."

But he couldn't help but crack a small smile as he poured himself a drink, glancing back at the pair who seemed lost in their own world, fully engrossed in each other, as if no one else even existed.

Lost in each other's world, Alastor and Vox continued to grind against each other, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm as their kisses deepened. Alastor pulled away momentarily, a teasing grin on his face. "Let's end this night celebrating our one-month anniversary, hm?" He squeezed Vox's butt, eliciting a playful gasp from him.

"Only if you're on top," Vox replied with a smirk, pulling Alastor in for another passionate kiss. Their lips connected again, hungry and eager, the warmth between them radiating like a beacon.

With a firm grip around Vox's waist, Alastor effortlessly lifted him off the couch, still kissing him as he carried him up the stairs to their bedroom. The weight of the world fell away as they climbed, each step fueled by their rekindled passion and excitement for the night ahead.

Alastor and Vox disappeared up the stairs, leaving Angel and Husk at the bar, both still buzzing from the scene they just witnessed. Angel, ever the provocateur, smirked and turned to Husk, his eyes wide with excitement. "Did you see that thing?" he asked, nodding in the direction of Alastor's bulge. "How big do you reckon that thing is?"

Husk, initially rolling his eyes as expected, surprised Angel with his answer. "About 9 inches," he muttered under his breath.

Angel's jaw dropped in disbelief. "What?! How do ya know that?!" he exclaimed, leaning closer, his curiosity piqued.

Husk turned his back, a dismissive shrug on his shoulders. "I saw it once by accident. Don't ask."

Angel was left staring at Husk, feeling a mix of jealousy and intrigue. His mind raced as he thought about Vox and Alastor, his admiration for Vox tinged with envy. "Damn, Vox, lucky bastard." he muttered to himself, sipping his drink as he tried to shake it off.