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Title song: Not Another Song About Love - Hollywood Ending (Lyric Video)

~I hate your voice, I hate your lips

I hate how bad I wanna steal your kiss

But you're all that I've been dreaming of

This is not another song about love~

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"Je prendrai le temps." ((I will make the time)) Victor growls out against Alastor's nape before biting down firmly and sucking on the flesh between his teeth. He uses the knee between the younger man's thighs to push them open even wider and rolls his hips deep to grind a long line against Alastor's groin with his own. He isn't attempting to propose full intercourse, but if the radio host is willing to indulge him, Vox would gladly wrap his lips around that enormous length and swallow him down to the base.

…

Alastor mewls at the bite, silently wishing it were Vox’s shark teeth instead, piercing his skin. The grind pulls another noise, soft and wanton, from the radio host, and he gently presses back with his hips, silently confirming his interest in more.

…

Victor's hand on the younger man's back moves down to slip inside the silk pajamas. His fingers knead at the soft but firm roundness of Alastor's rear as he rolls his hips again and then again, starting a slow methodical pace of building friction between them. He moves his mouth to lay a slow, sensual lick over the younger man's Adam's apple before closing his mouth over it and sucking gently. Victor's quiet groans and soft moans join Alastor's lovely sounds to create an erotic harmony.

…

Oh does this ever feel good. His heart rate is already picking up from the sexual tension in the air and the pleasure floating like a low fire through his veins.

The Creole man lifts his chin to let Victor’s mouth access his tender neck, his glutes flexing and relaxing under the older man’s wandering hands. Knowing how Vox missed his more human head, Alastor runs a hand up to cradle the CEO’s skull, tangles his fingers in those jet black locks, and pulls-

Hard.

…

Victor's back arches and his hips thrust firmly against the younger man as a loud groan of pleasure reverberates from his chest. "Fuck, Bambi!" He practically sobs out, his limit of the teasing and tension teetering dangerously on that brink of whether or not he might be able to stop himself from pushing for more than he thinks Alastor really wants. "I want you... so bad... in every way..." He chokes out, desperate, bright blue eyes searching chocolate hues for some answer, any answer.

…

Alastor shudders at the sudden friction, his eyes sparkling with desire, similar to how they do right before tearing apart a fresh victim.

Except, he doesn’t know the next steps. With meat, there’s anatomical charts to reference, to tell him what areas will give him the best cuts. But for pleasure, he’s never studied such guides. 

Are there guides for that sort of thing? Where to press and pull and-

Well, whatever it all is-

To create pleasure for both of them, that they haven’t already done? 

Surely there must be.

But the radio host has no interest in trying to pursue such research; the thought alone is nauseating. No, better to get it from Vox. He doesn’t need outside opinions, and Alastor is rather enjoying the hands-on experience.

“What’s the next step, Voxy?”

…

Victor's hand on Alastor's ass slides across the flesh to trail fingertips slowly from the base of his spine, straight down the middle and between his cheeks, stopping just before they brush over his entrance. He rocks his hips again firmly, another slow grind of delicious friction as his desperate blue eyes grow fierce with hunger and desire. "That all depends on just how far you're willing to go, Bambi~" He says in a deep, purring growl.

…

The Cajun man’s mocha-skinned face turns a deep red, and he looks off the edge of the couch, lifting his hips a little away from the probing fingers. 

He may be inexperienced, but he’s heard far more than he’s comfortable with from Angel Dust about-

That.

“I…I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet...” The younger says quietly, suddenly more reserved. The hand in Victor’s hair comes down to cover Alastor’s mouth with the back of it, his shoulder lifting to meet it.

It’s unintentionally rather cute and flirtatious of the radio demon.

…

Pulling his hand gently out of the other's pants, Victor takes Alastor's hand away from his mouth, kissing his fingertips tenderly. "Perhaps something else?" He asks as he places Alastor's palm against his cheek and closes his eyes, leaning into the touch.

…

Seeing Vox is once again willing to accommodate Alastor makes something in his chest flutter again.

He really should figure out what that is… Maybe Vox would know?

He watches those adoring kisses, feels the soft and warm cheek under his hand, so very different from the flat screen he’s become accustomed to over the years.

“I, suppose it depends on what ‘something else’ is.”

…

Victor moves his hand to trace his thumb along Alastor's bottom lip. "I'd like to do what I do here..." he says softly and leans in, licking the younger man's top lip. "...somewhere else..." he whispers against Alastor's mouth as his hand trails down the radio host’s chest, dancing over the silk and buttons lightly.

…

The Creole man blinks. Once, then twice, shocked and nearly appalled.

“You... want to use your mouth, down there??”

He had always supposed that that was something that was asked for, not something the giving party enjoyed. But, the look Victor has in his eyes, hungry and pleading, has Alastor reconsidering his preconception. Now would probably be the cleanest time to do it as well, since they did shower last night... With a swallow, he gives a small nod.

…

Azure eyes wide and full of delight, Victor bites his bottom lip, that rose dusting highlighting lighter freckles again. He nods his head eagerly, "Yes???" His lip is once more trapped between his teeth and his body is rigid like a leopard waiting to strike, only awaiting confirmation that he didn't simply imagine Alastor nodding.

…

Alastor smiles softly, and puts a hand on Vox’s cheek, rubbing his thumb on those freckles with a small laugh. “Your freckles are adorable…yes, Voxy. Go slow, but, yes.”

…

"I don't have-" He shakes his head; that isn't important right now. Victor leans in and captures his partner’s soft lips in a slow, passionate kiss, his tongue licking the roof of the other's mouth and intertwining in a slow, sensual dance with Alastor's. He uses the kiss to demonstrate better than words that he understands the radio host's request. Supporting his weight on his knees, Victor uses both hands to undo the buttons of the younger man's shirt while his mouth is occupied entertaining Alastor's.

…

The reassuring kiss is pleasant, even with that weird little tongue flick inside Alastor’s mouth, which seemed to take substantially more effort for the human-length tongue.

As much as Alastor misses the blood their more heated kisses would normally draw, it’s, actually not bad this way either.

Slowly, the radio demon’s face begins to heat up as realization dawns on him. Victor may not mean his tongue on his length, but inside too..!

Would that feel good? Gross? That seems like a seriously personal location, what if-

As the fabric shifts on his coppery skin, Alastor feels heat curl low in his gut, exposing him to the other man once more and distracting his racing mind. Twin buds are raised on the thin radio host’s chest, perking higher as they are gradually exposed to the chill of the room. 

…

Victor slips his hands under the edges of the silk shirt and pushes it out and away to the sides slowly. He sucks on Alastor's bottom lip as he parts from the kiss and trails his mouth down the mocha skin of the younger man's jaw, neck, and nape, licking, suckin,g and nipping gently along the way. 

Instead of traveling along his shoulders or collarbone, though, he makes his way down to one of the dark perky nubs and flicks his tongue over it before swirling around and drawing it into his mouth. One hand moves to the other nipple, running his thumb back and forth over it, while the other slides between Alastor's thighs, cupping his soft sac and rolling it gently around in his fingers. He listens to and watches the younger man's every reaction, ready to back off if needed, but more so, to pay attention to what causes his partner the most pleasure.

…

Alastor’s breath hitches just a little at the attention on his chest, caught off guard by how sensitive they are. It’s pleasurable, not as much as certain other areas, of course, but the sucks and licks do feel quite pleasant all the same. The younger man squirms ever so slightly as Victor fondles his testicles, unsure how he feels about it. The vulnerable and easily damaged area seems rather risky to be toyed with, but there are some pleasured notes in his small gasp as his sac is moved about in Victor’s hand.

He’s… really just letting Vox do what he’s always wanted, isn’t he? 

Alastor reminds himself that he can stop Vox at any time, should it become necessary, and tries to calm his nerves and focus on the positives, looking down at those alluring blue eyes.

Victor is paying close attention, and it shows that he’s being careful to make sure Alastor is comfortable…

It’s, rather sweet, actually. 

His spine curves into Victor with a harder suck and pinch on his nipple, surprising the radio host with how it sends a rush of heat right to his hardening cock.

…

As Victor's hand moves from Alastor's chest down to cup his ass cheek in his palm and knead it firmly with his fingertips, his mouth travels over to the other pert nipple, clamping it lightly in his teeth and tugging gently on it. His other hand slides lower down the silk of Alastor's pajamas to find that small expanse of flesh just behind his sac. He presses lightly on it, rubbing slow circles over the radio host's perineum, much like he had with the cervine ears the night before. "Does this feel good? Do you like it?" Victor questions softly, gazing up at Alastor with searching blue eyes, his breath hot against the other's pebbled nub, which he gives a slow, sensual flick of his tongue.

…

The teeth have the younger man shudder, flexing further into Vox’s waiting mouth. It’s probably for the best that they're doing this in human form, as Victor’s blunt human teeth are very different from the razor-sharp demon ones they share for such intimate locales. Alastor’s legs spread wider unconsciously as the more experienced man moves further in. The soft pressure is surprisingly addicting in this location too, and he sucks in a breath with a slight hiss and an unintentional pulse in his private muscles.

“I…yes, it feels good, it’s, just strange..”

No one, ever, has touched him like this before, and the battle of his id and ego rages on. One cries out to let this continue, because it needs to know, because it needs to reach that climax once more, and the other argues this is a whooolllle lot of touching for someone who, less than a week ago, was a mortal enemy.

…

Victor smiles softly and gives Alastor's nipple another teasing lick before beginning to move his mouth downward again. He explores the tanned expanse of the host's stomach and abs, tracing each line and crevasse with his tongue and kissing the scars lightly. His hand shifts back up to Alastor's sac, giving it a tender squeeze and slides up the silk to press a firm line, up the outline of the length of the younger man's hardening manhood. "We'll need these off..." he says, tracing along the waistband with the fingers of both hands. One good yank would have Alastor's human form splayed out fully naked on the couch, but again, Vox is asking for permission to continue.

…

The teases are maddening, and give Alastor’s id the upper edge in his mind. Reaching out, he finds a throw pillow and props his head up with it so he can watch Victor’s heart-melting eyes and adoring mouth traverse his body. Every kiss, lick, and sweet trace of his natural curves is a sign of such adoration; it's making Alastor’s head spin. 

There’s a thrill in this, being the prey…

Hm. Maybe he really does like this.

“You may continue...” Alastor says quietly, dark brown eyes lidded with desire.

…

Victor's blue eyes crinkle at the edges as he gives Alastor a huge, heartfelt smile and nods. He trails a few more kisses down one side of the host's v-line, tugging the waistband down only in that one spot to allow his breath and wandering tongue to trace the line to its origin. He lifts his head again, fully taking in the sight of Alastor's mocha skin and chocolate gaze as he slowly lets the material fall back into place. 

"Vraiment, tu es un festin, mon cerf... ((Truly, you are a feast, my deer))"

Slowly, Victor hooks his fingers inside the waistband of Alastor's pajama bottoms and lifts it away as he slides them smoothly and carefully down over the younger man's hips and thighs, and past his knees. He helps Alastor free his ankles one by one and finishes by lifting a foot to his shoulder, kissing the ankle lightly as his eyes lock once more onto his lover’s.

…

Alastor’s leg tenses under the tongue and breath near his groin, but relaxes at the cooed words of praise.

A pun, ha!

The radio host can’t help but chuckle lightly at it. He realizes as his pants slide off that the room is cold, and when his foot is lifted, ten toes curl from the temperature. The kiss helps the brunet’s apprehension once again, foot flexing as flesh meets Victor’s soft lips with a light, appreciative smile on his face.

“Such a gentleman, Voxy. One might think you’re looking forward to this~”

…

"One would be right..." Victor purrs as he allows Alastor's outer leg to drape over the edge of the couch, but takes the one on his shoulder in both hands. He kisses the ankle again, this time dragging his teeth over the bone a bit, then very slowly works his mouth down the slender calf with kisses and licks, nipping the side of his knee as he reaches there.

The underside of the knee could be a sensual place to target for some, but others would hate the sensation or it would tickle, sending them into a giggling fit. He isn't willing to toss that coin at the moment, so the older man continues his upward progression, teeth biting a bit harder on the tender flesh of Alastor's inner thigh. Intense, azure hues never leave chocolate ones, drinking in and reflecting passion and desire.

…

The inexperienced man’s leg twitches and flexes under the attention, and another blush appears on Alastor’s face from the continued slow, strangely provocative actions.

His freed length, almost entirely hard from the teasing and foreplay, lies on his stomach, the distance between Victor’s mouth and Al’s natal organ decreasing by the second. That gaze, as if it had its own hypnotic powers in this form, keeps the Cajun’s attention, even as his eyelids flutter from the bites and scrunch closed for a moment with a huff at the teeth on his inner thigh. When those stunning brown orbs open again, there’s something primal behind them.

“Then show me, Mr. Vaughn~” he purrs.

…

Victor lifts Alastor's leg more and allows it to rest on his shoulder, effectively spreading the younger man's thighs wide. As his eyes break from the other's, he takes in the view he had been longing to see for so very, very long. Though the bronze, human body and brown eyes are quite different than the soft fur and crimson hues in his waking dreams, it is very much still his beloved radio demon. Vox has but a moment to decide his next move, to decide just how bold he would be and how much to risk. 

Alastor's old pal, his silly picture box, had been shy and timid as he sought refuge in the radio demon's shadow. The media demon had grown, though, since then, in both power and bravery. Alastor could not fully love who he had been, but judging from recent events, perhaps he could learn to love Vox for who he is now. 

"My pleasure, Mr. Altruist." Victor purrs, licking a long line the rest of the way up Alastor's inner thigh.

He might get a kick in the face for his audacity, but the potential rewards far outweigh the consequences, so bold he will be.

As Victor's tongue reaches the apex of his lover's thigh and flicks neatly off the tender flesh, he hoists Alastor’s foot onto the back of the couch and moves his mouth lower, sealing his lips over the young man's tight, pink entrance. He swirls his tongue over it and flicks firmly as his large hands pin Alastor's legs apart.

…

With his legs trapped, all the radio host can do is hold on to the cushion below him as that human tongue licks up his thigh. However, Alastor flinches hard at the unexpected connection to his behind rather than his cock, forcing a gasped moan out of his mouth, which he quickly covers with his free hand. 

This…is starting to feel like his dream.

But better.

More intense, more personal, and violating as Victor’s nose presses down on his perineum. His already flushed face grows darker, and the tight ring of muscle winks under the older’s attention, Alastor’s airborne toes curling.

Shit…why does this feel so GOOD?? 

It’s confusing how the pleasure is running its course inside him, unable to see the motions causing each zing up his nerves.

Maybe this is how he should have Vox ‘kiss his ass’ from now on…

The thought makes him internally chuckle.

…

Bright azure eyes flick up to Alastor's face as Vox realizes he is being rewarded with delightful sounds and an eager body rather than being punished for his bold move. A wide grin spreads across his face as he watches the young man squirm, and his tongue takes a slow, deep lick over the contracting hole, nearly pushing inside it. 

"Ne me cache pas une si belle musique, à moi, mon seul et véritable amour. Élève ta voix pour que les anges pleurent de jalousie. ((Do not hide such beautiful music from me, my one and truest love. Raise your voice so that the angels may weep in jealousy.))” He whispers with a purr before well and truly kissing Alastor below as he had above: with gentle probing, licking and sucking of the surrounding flesh.

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Alastor makes a small, soft noise, barely audible, as Victor speaks, pupils blown with lust and breathing uneven. His hand on the couch moves down his mocha skin, causing small shivers as they skim the surface, and finally tangle in those black strands of Victor’s hair. It’s so much, and Alastor wriggles in the older man’s grasp, unsure if he wants to stop or to go further. His grip pulls at Victor’s hair to reflect this uncertainty, not harsh enough to yank him away, but too soft to be purely for driving his partner wild. He tries to close his thighs, just a little, pushing against the firm hold of Victor’s strong arms.

…

Victor might have been a bit too lost in Alastor's body to notice the subtle tug on his hair, but the younger man's legs pushing against his hands is enough to tell him something isn't settling well. He moves his mouth to the side and places a tender kiss on Alastor's inner thigh before turning his head to rest his cheek against it to gaze up at the radio host with a soft expression of adoration. 

"Too much, Bambi?" He asks softly, gently running his hand over his partner's lower leg that dangles haphazardly from the couch. There's not a hint of teasing, condescension, or impatience in his tender expression, nor his hushed voice.

…

The younger feels rather embarrassed by how caring Vox is being, and lets go of his hair to drape his hand across his stomach. “Just...not inside. Not yet, alright? Maybe another time…” he murmurs, not looking at Victor. The shy display would be simply adorable to anyone else, but for Victor, who knows exactly how dangerous Alastor truly is and what a terrible condition he could leave the other in for teasing him verbally for the whispered request, it is all the more special.

…

Victor lays another kiss on Alastor's inner thigh, his bright eyes and smile not dimmed in the slightest. "Sure thing, Bambi. You're the one in control here, I won't hurt you." He says echoing the deer's dream from the day before, unaware of the connection.

"Shall I continue, or try something... different~?" he asks, letting his hand on the younger man's thigh move up to brush his palm along the length of Alastor's hard cock.

…

Alastor’s hand over his mouth moves with the other to cover his face, remembering what happened directly after Vox had said those words in his dream. His heart thrums in his chest, taking a moment to decide. If he was in his demonic form, his ears would be back as he takes a deep, cleansing breath.

“How do you DO that…” he whispers to himself before raising his voice to a normal volume. “You…can continue. Or switch, I don’t mind..” Alastor says behind his hands, finally moving them down to look at Victor with his flustered expression.

…

Victor chuckles softly, nipping lightly at Alastor's inner thigh. He runs his hand up from his partner's leg to rub a slow, firm circle on his perineum, now more sensitive after the sensual stimulation to the host's entrance. "You might mind more than you think..." he says tenderly as he lowers his face again, to bury it in Alastor's warmth.

He purposely uses his nose to continue rubbing where his thumb has just been as he takes long strokes of his tongue up and down over the young man's hole, dipping just slightly as it teases penetration but withdrawing before sinking into the quivering depths.

…

The brown-eyed man bites his lip as he shivers, letting his legs fall slack again in Victor’s arms. His nose, of all things, rubbing on that sensitive area, is surprisingly pleasurable, and he voices a soft sigh which turns into a moan at the hot muscle returning to his pink and winking hole.

Would it feel as good, or better, than his dream when he’s penetrated? Maybe he should let Victor do it...he would be the expert.

Not that Alastor would let anyone else near him, more experience or not. 

It doesn’t take long for him to realize what the television host meant. This is stimulating, yes, but there’s no clear buildup the way there was in previous times, leading him to the only logical conclusion:

It’s not enough.

Surely, that shouldn’t be too difficult to request, yet the word gets stuck in his chest. “M..mmm..! Hah~” his face tints dark pink yet again as he tries to logic out the best way to show Victor what he needs without stopping what he’s already severely enjoying, to his own shock. Alastor reaches back down to card his fingers through raven hair, even though he can’t see that handsome face from this position.

“Victor..I, ah~, ..need more..” he whispers, voice shaky with the effort it takes to say what feels like such a vulgarity aloud.

…

Victor lifts his head enough to replace the nose on Alastor's smooth expanse of flesh with his tongue, pushing firmly against it as the warm, wet muscle swirls a lazy circle. His hand moves up to finally grasp that hard length lying against Alastor's stomach and gently squeezes on a slow upstroke.

"How much~ more?" He purrs the question against the base of the younger man's sac before going back to his previous attentions, licking, sucking, and teasing that puckered, pick entrance while nuzzling against Alastor’s perineum. 

…

“I..mmph! Just the front, for now, please…” Alastor whimpers out, hips lifting with the stroke of his cock. The sensation is immediately incredible, just what he needs right now to build the tension for his impending release. He just needs Vox to go faster now.

…

Victor raises his head again, his blue eyes as soft as his smile as he lays a gentle kiss on the bottom of Alastor's sac. "I got you, Bambi~" He coos quietly before running his tongue slowly up Alastor's full length from base to tip, dragging his lips to brush lightly over the silky head.

…

Alastor manages to look Victor in the eyes as he commits such a lewd act, one hand resting back on his chest and the other covering part of his mouth and cheek. But something still bothers him about all this.

“You…really are enjoying this? Do you enjoy it in general, or is it special with me..?”

…

Victor takes another long, slow lick up his partner's length, but this time, seals his lips over the tip, sucking gently as his tongue swirls about lazily exploring the smooth surface and the crease of his slit. "I enjoy taking my time with you." He says, trying to avoid answering in a way that might hurt Alastor's feelings. The absolute truth was that he enjoyed sex, in almost all its forms, but most often it took the form of raw, carnal desires. Vox had never left a partner wanting and enjoyed learning and mapping all the erogenous areas of each one.

How could he explain that despite his rather extensive knowledge, Alastor is, indeed, quite a special case?

…

Those chocolate hues flutter at the soft suction and tongue on his cockhead, bitter precum the TV host’s reward. The answer is perfect, reassuring the radio host that he’s not forcing the older man to go so slow it’s torturous, nor is he doing anything he doesn’t already enjoy. Alastor sighs, and moves the hand on his face down to card through Victor’s hair once more with a tilted head and soft, dare he say loving, smile.

…

Moving one hand down to rub the flats of his fingers in slow circles on Alastor's entrance, Victor wraps the other gently around the base of his cock, taking another slow upstroke and pressing his thumb lightly into the host's crease at the tip. He flicks his tongue over the fresh bead of precum that his action had elicited as he leans into Alastor's hand, closing his eyes and silently begging for more as he takes another stroke with his hand, starting a slow, gentle and steady rhythm.

…

It’s not surprising the inexperienced man loses focus for a moment at the grouped sensations, humming his pleasure. Once he does come back to himself, Alastor gently tugs at Victor’s hair, just once, then continues running his fingers through those dark strands. The combined stimulation is wonderful, and the Cajun man can feel the crescendo beginning to climb.

…

Victor continues working both hands for his lover's pleasure, driving towards that slow build as he begins to explore more of Alastor's length and head with his tongue and lips. He traces veins and dips with his warm, wet appendage, circling the head just under the cap and sucking at the edge of it. Long and short licks are interspersed with tender kisses.

…

“Nnh! Vox, ah~” Alastor starts to move to cover his mouth again, but this time his fingers splay out over only part of it as he shudders a breath in, the pressure starting to grow to a fever pitch. The hand on Victor’s hair tightens, urging him further with the slow instinctual rock of Alastor’s hips.

…

"You may want to hold on tighter than that Bambi~" Victor purrs to Alastor with an insatiable, greedy grin, his tongue visibly licking one sharp incisor. With no further warning, his hand makes its downward stroke, followed by soft, thin lips. His mouth seals around the younger man's girth and plunges it down his throat, going halfway down the length before pulling back up with not so gentle suction. His azure gaze takes in every movement and expression the other makes, drinking him in as he keeps his word to devour his lover whole, all the way to the base and halfway down his throat past where any less experienced individual would have pulled back, gagging from Alastor's sheer mass.

…

The gasped moan the move pulls from the radio demon is borderline pornographic, his length pulsing. 

“OooOoohhh fff..ffuuuck...”

The rare curse is syrupy sweet as the pleasure lights up Alastor’s nerves. Victor’s throat is so deliciously hot and tight, and something tells him he could cum from this alone. The hard, next to painful suction back has him hissing, head falling back fully against the pillow. Victor’s next descent, engulfing his entire length, leaves Alastor’s head spinning and mouth agape with another lewd moan.

“Voox~! Oh, oh SHIT..!” Those hips buck and pulse for friction, spine arched and pulling on Victor’s and his own hair at the near-indescribable feeling.

…

Victor's fingers press firm circles around Alastor's entrance as his other hand moves to grip the flesh of one slender, mocha hip and his lips retreat back up Alastor's length with that almost harsh, deliberate suction. His own groans of pleasure vibrate against the radio host's length, his blue eyes fluttering as he looks up at Alastor, leaving no doubt that the media mogul is fully enjoying himself.

…

The pressure that has Alastor’s legs trembling and the added vibration yanks the Cajun man startlingly close to the edge of climax once again, biting his lip to muffle the whimper (Whimper! Satan, what is WRONG with him?!) and attempt to stave it off just a little longer.

When he looks down, hips pressing back up against Victor’s hand, that sultry gaze pulls the net Alastor barely managed to catch himself in undone.

“Oh~! Vox, don’t stop I’m-!! I’m about to-!”

…

Victor's grin is visible, even with his lips wrapped so tightly around Alastor's throbbing cock. He dips his head quickly, going halfway down and coming back up, then does so a second time in rapid succession. The rough third plunge down that thick length hits the back of the older man's throat and pushes beyond, convulsing around his lover's thickness as he takes him in, all the way to the hilt, and welcomes the hot release promised him by Alastor's desperate, pleading words and sounds.

…

Alastor cries out as his orgasm blacks out his vision, gripping tightly to Victor’s hair with both hands, keeping his head in place as the seed is milked from him by the older’s man’s swallows, contracting around the spot on the underside that extends the orgasm for longer than the others before it. His hips jerk in time with each pulse, ending in twitches and harsh breathing as Alastor collapses back down on the couch, as sweet as pie in his post orgasmic bliss.

“AaaAaahh…~” he sighs, floating, eyes barely open.

…

Victor allows Alastor to control his head and movements as he swallows down every drop of warm seed greedily, his nails digging slightly into the mocha flesh of Alastor's hip. His hand below had moved down to push gently on the radio host's perineum, milking that hard orgasm to draw it out even longer for his lover. 

As Alastor falls blissfully back to the couch, Victor gradually and gently pulls back, letting the half-flaccid length slide through his lips as his hands both move to slide up the younger man's hips and sides. He climbs back up to loom over Alastor, taking in the gorgeous site below him. "Même si la beauté est maintenue fermement sous vingt mèches, l'amour les perce et les cueille enfin toutes. ((Were beauty under twenty locks kept fast, yet love breaks through and picks them all at last.))" Vox says in a hushed whisper of awe as he raises a hand to cup Alastor's cheek lovingly. 

…

Chest still heaving, Alastor lets out a breathless chuckle. “Il, semble qu'il y ait plus de deux façons d'apprécier votre bouche, M. Vaughn~ ((It seems there’s more than two ways I enjoy your mouth, Mr. Vaughn)) that was… incredible…” 

The smaller man puts his hand over Victor’s, staring into his blue eyes, his own sparkling. “You are incredible~”

…

Victor leans down, laying a soft kiss upon Alastor's lips and runs his thumb across those beautifully high cheekbones. He's at a loss for words for once, never having thought he would ever hear such heartfelt praise from the man he's chased for over sixty years. His jaw trembles slightly as he bites his bottom lip, closing his eyes tightly, and he quickly moves down Alastor's body to hug his waist and bury his face in the soft, bronze skin of his stomach. His breath hitches slightly as a dampness spreads against Alastor's skin quietly.

…

After the soft kiss (which he didn’t even have the capacity to register was from a mouth just around his cock and against his asshole), the younger lays in the dreamy haze for a while, his breathing calming down, eyes closed, when he notices the tears on his stomach. Looking does little to help him, so he gently grazes his fingernails along Victor’s scalp, unsure what to say. Should he ask if the older is okay...? Should, he offer to reciprocate? Alastor is truly at a loss for words.

…

"You... say that..." Victor whispers softly against Alastor's stomach as he clings tightly around his waist. "How..? How can you say such a thing, in such a way, if... if you don't-" He can't finish his words so he buries his face again, trying to hide the anguished sob that escapes him.

…

“If..I don’t what, Vox?” He isn’t quite making the connection the older man is, apparently. Is he missing something? Alastor tries to think back over the course of the morning, but nothing comes to mind.

…

"I love you, Bambi…” Victor says and lifts his face to give Alastor the full weight of just how broken he is. "Please... stop. Stop acting like you feel the same way if you don't." There is desperate pleading in his searching blue eyes for any hint to confirm or deny the unspoken accusation.

…

Instead of whatever Victor is searching for, Alastor’s expression only reflects confusion. Acting like he does..? Alastor hasn’t been acting, at all. These past few days he’s, actually let down his guard almost entirely, being truly himself since there’s no appearances to upkeep.

Besides, he doesn’t know romantic love. How could he play pretend at it if didn’t know what it is? Sure, he’s seen it in others, but there was no show to put on here.

Only Vox.

His honest, foolish, emotional picture box.

“I’m…not. Acting, that is,” Alastor rushes to clarify, trying to find the words. “I’m just-” he huffs, brows pressing together. “I’m still doing my best to figure this out myself....” He shakes his head, wishing the pieces would fall into place and give him the answer, any answer, so he could explain it to the other.

…

Victor lowers his eyes and sighs, laying his head back down on Alastor's stomach. "I- I know, Bambi..." He takes in a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and mind. "I'm sorry. That wasn't fair of me." He says softly as he stares blankly out at the room.

The very room itself is a testament to Vox's long-standing adoration of the radio demon. He doesn't know if he can make it to the end of the week without begging Alastor to release him, once and for all, but… he will try.

…

“...What, does it feel like?” Alastor asks quietly after a moment, unsure how to describe the flashes of...something, he has been getting on occasion thus far.

…

Victor relaxes his death grip on Alastor's waist, drawing his hand up to trace his fingertips over each dent and perfect imperfection of the other's stomach and abs. "Sometimes it hurts so bad that a violent death would seem a kind mercy..." 

He takes a deep breath and lets a broken smile pull at his lips. "But when it doesn't... when you're dancing in my arms or laughing at my jokes, when you melt into my touch or tell me about your mom... When it doesn't hurt, it feels... wonderful. Like your chest could burst from the fluttering of your heart. All you want is to see them smile and to know that it was you who put it there..."

…

“…Hm.” Is all Alastor replies with for a moment, weighing his options carefully. Something nags at him, seeing Vox in pain like this...the adoration in every touch, in his gaze…

“I, may have experienced stirrings...of that.” he murmurs, trying to be non-committal but instead coming out insecure.

…

Victor looks up at Alastor, resting his chin on the mocha expanse of his stomach and a small, crooked smile pulling at his lips. "I know you've been honest with how you've been behaving and when we are talking. I didn't mean to discount that at all. It's just hard seeing that look in your eyes and hearing kindness in your voice. It's hard to not think I'm imagining what I want to see. To know that maybe... Val was wrong."

…

“Why would you care about his opinion?” the smaller argues. “He’s in the zoo. About to be a practice dummy for your own little rising overlord. He’s not important to you, so why are you letting his words matter?”

Alastor places a soft cupped hand on Victor’s cheek. “We have eternity to figure this out… ‘fluttering’ has certainly occurred, if that gives you comfort to hear.”

…

Victor places his hand over Alastor's, closing his eyes as he leaned into the gentle touch. "It's not because they were his words. They were mine... and yours," he says softly and takes a deep breath, turning his head to kiss Alastor's palm. "A lifetime is a long time to love someone who will never love you back... I've been... scared."

…

A hollow feeling pangs in Alastor’s chest, and he uses his thumb to wipe the tears, using his other hand to clear the other side.

“Seeing you unhappy…frightened, like this, brings about an ache in my chest…what does that tell you, Voxy?”

…

"That maybe..." He raises himself to climb back up Alastor's body and leans his forehead against the younger man's, taking a deep breath.

"Just maybe... we were all wrong," He chuckles softly with his eyes closed. "And that is more frightening than any exorcist's blade."