✨ Radiostatic smut ✨

ch. 7 - Halloween Party

Sooo here I am adding on to this book because I'm bored and a little whorknee/jjj and wanted to do a Halloween special.
For context they're at a Halloween party Velvette was throwing at a club. Alastor is not here by choice.
Alastor is in his canon merch reindeer costume and Vox his canon merch shark costume. I have the same costume this year lol :)

TW: Sex, alcohol, cigarette, and drug mention.

Kinks & Content: Costumes, bathroom sex, mildly public sex, transmasc character, object insertion, pathetic bottom Vox.

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"Ugh, I can barely walk-"
Vox complained as he tried to waddle through the crowd in his shark onesie.

Alastor sighed and smacked Vox's arm with the back of his hand.
"You're not allowed to complain, you're the one who dragged me here. I'd rather be in our room enjoying a nice big bowl of sinner fingers and some concentrated Imp blood whiskey shots."

Vox rolled his eyes.
"I'm only here because Velvette is the host and you know how it goes, we go to each other's shit whenever we can. And as my partner, I'm forcing you to come along. Even though neither of us want to be here. We just have to stick around long enough that she sees we were here, the we can dive for the door."

Alastor's sensitive deer ears kept twitching because of the blasting music and excessive chatter of the crowd. Once he decided they had been there long enough, which barely was a span of forty seconds, he grabbed the other man and yanked him over to the side of the room.

Vox tried to protest, but just winced as his arm got twisted in an odd direction.

Once they were away from the large main crowd, Alastor shoved Vox into the closest door he found, following after.

Vox stumbled, and his overstimulated eyes and sensors welcomed the slightly dimmer light of the bathroom.

Alastor scowled and stepped past Vox.
"I thought this was the exit."

Vox turned and followed Alastor, ducking over to the sinks to wash his hands.
"We should go back out."

Alastor whined aggressively and leaned against the wall.
"But it's so loud and full of utterly vile sinners and hellborn alike out there! If you're going back out, I'm going back home and having a dart or two because you haven't let me have one in weeks."

Vox wiped his hands off with a paper towel and scoffed.
"Fine, do whatever. But seriously, quit smoking, even if it's only once a week or so."

"You do drugs, don't act like you're any cleaner or any better."

"Fair, but I can still look out for you. Now get in that godfucking bathroom stall."

"Oh? Me? Whatever for?"

Vox didn't respond, kicking open a random very large stall and pulling Alastor in with him.
They both seem to be very into manhandling each other tonight!

Vox locked the stall door and yanked at Alastor's belt, not pulling it down, but just hinting at what he wanted.

It took Alastor's mind a moment to process, but his face flushed and he pressed his palms to Vox's shoulders, pushing back against them.

"A- Okay. Babe. You want to do such a thing in a club bathroom?"

Vox straightened back up, looking Alastor in the eyes and combing through his hair with his claws.
"Yes. I'm horny and I love you. And it's not like anyone will walk in here. Trust me, no one uses the bathrooms for their intended purposes anyways, everyone is vaping outside of here in the club right now."

Alastor chuckled and roughly grabbed Vox antennas in one of his hands.
"Well. If you want something, you gotta work for it. Do you promise to be good for me?"

Vox let out a whorish moan at the friction and attention to his sensitive antennas, and the implications of Alastor's words, nodding. It was so rare that he got to hear Alastor try dirty talk. Sometimes he would be great and mindblowing at it, other times he would be absolutely cringey shit at it.

Alastor shrugged and undid his belt buckle.

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Alastor had Vox fully naked, with his legs wrapped around him, back pressed against the stall wall, and acting pathetic as a whore while he fucked him.

Al finally slid all the way in, his dick now coated in Vox's juices.
He suddenly had a thought on what he would do if someone walked in and caught them. It was likely that someone already had and they didn't hear, but the person left before they heard any more.

Alastor just thought about how hot it would be for people to know that Vox was his.

Vox held back a whimper as Alastor dug is nails into his hips, thrusting faster.

Vox yelped and quickly bit down, latching his shark-like teeth into Alastor's neck when he felt Alastor hit something deeper inside him.

Alastor winced. He and Vox rarely had sex anyways, so having it in a public space, even just a bathroom, was a very new experience for him.

Vox was living for this whole situation, dripping with how wet he was from how hot Alastor looked to him right now. (I am feeling the same amount cringe as you guys are rn.)

"Shi-i-i-iiiit! Al, Al-"
Was all Vox was able to mumble before he came, a small amount of blue raspberry flavored liquid dripping onto Alastor's dick.

Alastor huffed as he felt Vox's cunt clenching around him, thrusting a bit harder and deeper before coming, slowly filling up Vox.

The television man whined again and scratched at Alastor's back, whispering to put him down and take him home and to be gentle with him.

The radio man smiled softly and let Vox stand on his own, grabbing his panties off the floor and bunching them up.

Vox looked confused, but his eyes widened when he realized what Alastor was doing, watching as he reached between Vox's legs and slowly stuffed the fabric up his pussy to make sure nothing leaked out.

Vox shifted at the uncomfortable feeling, then grabbing his shark costume and pulled it back on.

Alastor put his "✨member✨" away, and scooped up Vox, melting into the shadows.

Vox sighed as he felt his back collide with their bed, grasping for a blanket to curl up in.

Alastor crawled over Vox, running his fingers across his screen and looking down at him as he straddled his waist.

"Another round, my dear?"

Vox exhaled and held Alastor's face in his hands.
"No, I'm exhausted..."

Alastor nipped at the skin of Vox's neck, right under where his TV screen head connected to his neck.

"Understandable darling. I'll get you cleaned up in a minute."
He dropped down onto Vox, wrapping his arms and legs around him and flipping them onto their sides.

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No one talks enough about just how ugly dicks are. Like. It looks like some fucking lab-grown mushroom. Sir you have an ✨appendage✨ hanging between your legs.

I'm not sorry that this is a day late, no one wants to loose an hour of sleep just to write porn :3

Keeping it short today with a word count of 1,208!