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Alastor isn’t one to disturb his lover’s sleep, no matter how much he needs it. His husband works long hours to feed him and their two little ones, he deserves every bit of rest he can get and more. Which is why, even though he’s been given explicit permission to, he’s fighting every part of him that’s begging to rouse Vox from his slumber for his own venereal needs.
He’s been tossing, turning, rubbing his thighs together and placing a pillow between his legs in an attempt to soothe the ache, even if just a bit. He’s only succeeded in worsening the itch, though, and it’s becoming more of a problem the later it becomes in the night. It’s only when he manages to sit still for more than two minutes, and his mind still goes from ‘relax, breathe’ to memories of Vox forcing his head down and making him take it, does he finally turn over.
Alastor’s face is flushed in the darkness, visible to no one but he feels it all over, and his body all but trembles as he scoots closer to his sleeping husband. He contemplates, lip pulled tightly between his teeth as he stares down at the slow rise and fall of Vox’s bare chest in the tiny slivers of light from the window.
“Dearest?” He calls in a soft tone he knows won’t reach Vox at all, still too shy and too sympathetic to disturb him. But, when his eyes trail from Vox’s chest down to his waist where the blanket just barely covers the (physically) best parts of Vox, all consideration goes out of the window. “Vox..” he pokes him this time, slender fingers jabbing into his shoulder and receiving nothing, so he tries curling a hand around Vox’s bicep and shaking him, gently. That causes him to stir, not quite enough to be considered awake, but enough to know someone wants him to be.
“Wha— mm,” Vox makes a smacking noise that resembles an elderly man without teeth. Normally, Alastor would tease him and poke fun at his accidental silliness, but the heat between his legs has him in no joking mood. “Vox, darling, wake up,” his shaking is a bit more firm now and Vox groans, wiping his eyes a little before looking up at Alastor’s hovering figure, or the silhouette of it. “Fuck. Yeah, baby?” He answers sleepily and the grumble of his voice sends tingles right between his legs.
“I’m sorry to wake you, but..” Alastor swallows, mouth closing and allowing his body to convey what he’s trying to say. He keeps his top on but rids himself of his silky bottoms, and climbs on top of his husband. He grinds down directly onto the spot he knows Vox’s cock would be and, with a shudder, finally asks for what he wants. “I need you.” That captures Vox’s attention entirely, and wakes him right on up. He doesn’t have to hear it twice.
He grabs Alastor by the front of his shirt and pulls him down into a sweet kiss, soft and gentle and not at all what Alastor expected. When they break apart, Alastor can see that signature grin on his face, sexy as all hell in the slivers of light. “It’s about time, baby.”
Alastor allows himself to be handled as Vox sees fit; not opposing when he’s lifted up so Vox can get his own pants lowered, or when he’s sat back down so his lips are on Vox’s shaft. Alastor mewls at the contact, all but begging for Vox to finally be inside with a little jerk of his hips, and who is Vox to deny his pretty husband?
“You’ve gotta be quiet, okay?” Alastor nods, and wraps his arms around Vox to hold him close as he slips inside. Alastor moans into Vox’s ear when he’s fully inside of him, stuffing his hole the way he’s been craving for what feels like hours now. “Stop it, before I bend you over,” Vox responds with a sharp pinch to his ass that makes him hiss. As much as Alastor would love to have that happen, the children are asleep, and what Vox would do to him would definitely wake them up.
He pushes Vox back down to the pillow and places his hands atop his chest. Vox gets no warning before Alastor starts to grind on him. He’s quick to cover Alastor’s mouth soon after, knowing him like the back of his hand. Every movement forward, no matter how slow or how drawn out, makes Alastor shudder. He’s setting his own pace and going at his own speed, guiding Vox’s cock along his insides as he sees fit, and driving himself to ruin as he does.
Vox thinks it’s fucking sexy the way he’s making himself fall apart using his husband. Watching his eyes flutter, seeing his face scrunch in pleasure as he repeatedly stimulates his most sensitive parts. Vox doesn’t want to interrupt, even if this certain movement isn’t exactly giving him much stimulation; watching Alastor break himself is just as gratifying. It only becomes more so when Alastor finally starts to lose himself, and begins to succumb to the need to gorge himself on his husband. His hips start moving faster, an incessant back and forth drag of Vox inside of him. His fingers begin to curl against Vox’s chest, nails lightly scratching at the skin there.
“Fuck, baby,” Vox whispers when Alastor seemingly gets wetter around him, a whole new wave of slick gushing around his cock. Alastor makes a sound that’s something between a whimper and a whine, and entirely addicting, scratching all the right parts of Vox’s eardrums. He throws his head back, his mouth now out of Vox’s reach and uncovered. Vox is semi-worried about Alastor making too much noise, but then Alastor reaches up to stuff his own fingers in his mouth. Vox’s mouth drops open a little and he stares in starstruck arousal as his husband gags himself on his own fingers, while fervently riding the life out of Vox.
He trails a hand up Alastor’s soft belly, curls it around his hip and squeezes. That seems to be the right move because Alastor visibly stuffs his fingers further into his mouth, just as a rather high whine starts to slip from his lips. Vox grips him hard and Alastor shudders atop him, letting Vox know exactly what to do. His other hand joins the first on either side of Alastor’s hips, and he pulls him forward. It takes only a few seconds before he’s matching the pace Alastor already set, but he’s controlling it this time. Alastor stops moving on his own and, once more, allows his husband to take over.
“Like that, baby?” Vox checks in, though he already knows the answer, but Alastor still nods in encouragement, needy, and lets his fingers slip out. “Fuck, please,” he sounds a bit hoarse, “Almost there, please.” Vox didn’t need to be told that, he can tell by the way he’s starting to stiffen, but he appreciates it nonetheless.
He keeps dragging Alastor’s cunt on him just as he is, relishing the shivers of pleasure and the barely concealed whimpers he gets the closer Alastor comes. When he finally does reach that peak, it’s with a rather harsh whisper of ‘fuck’ and stuttering hips that Vox continues to drag against him. Vox slows him down, gradually, with small grinds until they come to a complete stop.
Vox can see Alastor tilt his head in confusion. “What about you?” Vox laughs a little, shaking his head. “It’s alright, I’m good.” “You’re still hard,” Alastor purposely squeezes to accentuate his point and Vox swallows. “I know, baby, but it’s okay.” Vox doesn’t need ample light to see Alastor’s pout, or even feel it in his demeanor. “Dearest..” “You’re not gonna let this go, huh?” Alastor shakes his head. Vox sighs in beloved defeat, “Alright, then.”
Alastor yelps as he’s abruptly grabbed and flipped over. He finds himself pinned to the sheets, staring up at Vox with wide, moonlit eyes. “A warning would be nice,” he grumbles in faux annoyance and Vox nibbles his neck, earning a laugh. “You asked for it.” And, receive it, he does.
Despite his earlier protests, Vox still doesn’t give him a warning before he’s pushing inside of Alastor, his lover’s chuckles giving way to a gasp. Vox always feels so much bigger when Alastor’s already had his fill; he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over how full he feels. Vox kisses up his neck and drags his lips over his ear, delighting in the tremble he gets in response. He licks the outside, whispers how good Alastor feels around him and moans into his ear when the compliment makes Alastor clench.
“Vox,” he whines, slightly embarrassed, but Vox is a man of no shame. “Can you blame me, baby? Fuck, you’re soaked,” his words are breathy as they’re whispered, full of appreciation and desire. His hands find Alastor’s and bring them up to pin beside his head as he leans down to kiss him. They stay lock-lipped, consuming each other’s mouths while Vox fucks Alastor nice and deep. Alastor’s tongue slips into his mouth and Vox gladly lets it. Saliva drips and tastes exchange as their tongues mingle, invading and claiming each other.
When they pull apart, it’s so Vox can bury himself in Alastor’s neck. He huffs into the sweaty skin, his thrusts getting harder the closer he gets to finishing. He bites Alastor, hard enough to make him cry out, and tightens his grip on his hands as he cums inside. Alastor moans at the warmth filling him, and Vox loosens the grip his teeth have on Alastor. He lets him go entirely when he’s done and plants a kiss to the spot he just bit Alastor on, a bit apologetically: it’s absolutely going to leave a mark.
It’s a while of basking in each other before Vox tries to get up. “No,” Alastor is quick to wrap his arms around the toned man and pull him back down. “Al,” Vox laughs but Alastor just holds him, very obviously having no intentions of letting him go. “We’re messy, baby. We gotta clean up.”
He’s right, the mess between Alastor and himself is sticky, wet and no doubt staining the sheets. Alastor can’t find it in him to do anything about it at this moment, and he doesn’t want Vox to leave either, so he pulls back a bit to kiss him in hopes of distracting him. The other man gladly allows his attention to be directed elsewhere, and turns them onto their sides as he returns his husband’s kiss with as much admiration as he can muster.
“Can we stay like this?” Alastor asks when they part after what seems like forever, and Vox sighs, “You know we shouldn’t.” “I want to. Please?” Vox has always been a weak man, especially when it comes to Alastor.
He rolls his eyes and grumbles about him being spoiled, but in the end, he gives in with ‘only for a bit’ — like a good husband would.