MuninnMasbath
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Vox never imagined the night would end like this: with Alastor tied to his bed, shirt torn open, breathing unevenly, ears pinned back against his hair-looking at him with a kind of intimate hatred that burned.
"You two should just fuck already!" Valentino taunted, savouring the spectacle.
And Vox could do it. He had the Radio Demon right there, bound and defiant, trembling with fury under his hands. Exactly where he had wanted him so many times. Exactly how he had fantasised about him, night after night-wanting him, hating him, craving him.
But not like this. Never like this.
Because for the first time, Vox realised that what he'd imagined for years wasn't dominating him... it was touching him without destroying him.
And that terrified him more than any demon in Hell.