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Many people (namely anyone outside of the V’s) were under the impression that Vox enjoyed being in charge. This was false. You didn’t run Hell’s most successful media empire without having a few outlets here and there. Both Valentino and Alastor were very well acquainted with Vox’s more submissive tendencies. It was exhausting to always be in control, to be watching everyone’s every move, and anticipating the next big breakthrough. Vox plotted and planed and defended his position on top just to fall to his knees in front of Alastor willingly and enthusiastically.
Vox didn’t believe being a submissive made him fragile, to the contrary he held a lot of power. Batting his eyes and wiggling his ass in front of Val got the man to shut up and drop his guns so quick, it was hilarious. Valentino literally had a harem of willing (and unwilling) bodies ready to throw themself at him, but still Vox was his number one. The TV demon couldn’t say the same. His number one was Alastor. Oh, Alastor really made him feel weak. Still the submission he gave that demon was fucking brave. How many people would say they’d willingly make themselves vulnerable in front of the cannibalistic Radio demon? How many would say they’d defy an order from Alastor? Tease the man and actually get a raise out of him? No one, that was Vox’s mountain he’d conquered, and he wasn’t about to be pushed off the top. Seven year absence be damned, after his initial rage Vox had contacted the radio demon to see if they could restart their little agreement. He’d been pleasantly surprised that (after a bit of groveling on Vox’s part) the redhead had agreed.
He was mostly just watching the clock at this point having given up on getting any actual work done about fifteen minutes ago. He was idly watching his monitors, and looking at his phone, replying to the occasion text or email. Alastor hadn’t reached out to him. Usually there was a location given to him through the radio, but this time around there was nothing.
Vox took a sip from his coffee mug and set it back down on his desk only to notice an old 1950’s rotary phone in bright red. The TV demon looked over his shoulder to see if anyone was in his office, but his head snapped back quickly when the phone started ringing. With a shrug he picked it up.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Vox.” It was Alastor’s voice and a sharp smile spread across Vox’s screen. “I hope I am not catching you at a bad time. I would really like to discuss the matter of my getting that raise you’d promised me last month. I haven’t seen it reflected on my paystubs despite your reassurances.”
“It must be a clerical error, I'll look into it.” Vox said dismissively.
“I do think it best we straighten this matter out today. I’ll see you in your office in just a few moments, and thank you for your time Mr. Vox.”
The TV demon hung up the phone which promptly disappeared into an inky shadow. He switched his monitors to display an image of filing cabinets and windows to set the mood. Oh he hoped Alastor would bend him over his desk and fuck him like there was no tomorrow! Vox hurriedly accessed one of his monitors and set it to record. Even if the radio demon’s face wouldn’t show up on camera he wanted this session recorded for future enjoyment. Waiting a whole month for their meetings was tortuous, and Valentino was never as satisfying of a lay.
A knock at his office door startled him. He looked over his office one last time before going over to open the door knowing damn well Alastor would be on the other side. How the man got into Vtower undetected Vox didn’t currently care. The TV demon put one hand on his hip and opened the door with a stern look.
“I can understand that this is a pressing matter for you Mr. Alastor, but I do not appreciate such short notice for a meeting.” Vox had to work hard to keep in character and not grovel at Alastor’s magnificent feet. The man was dressed to the nines in a 1950s inspired outfit. His monocle was replaced by horn-rimmed browline glasses, and his usually dapper suit was now a dark brown polyester with a red knit vest and bowtie. God did he want to gag on this man’s dick! He’d gotten so close last session.
Vox didn’t understand how Alastor could be so reserved and in control during their play time, but it was something that aroused Vox, even if it did frustrate him. He wasn’t complaining he still had mind blowing orgasms from riding those tentacles, or from nibble finger torturously massaging his prostate. He just would love to feel Alastor’s cum inside him again. It was a rare treat that Vox be fucked in that way. It seemed to be something Alastor didn’t particularly enjoy, but on occasion if Vox begged prettily enough, and was pathetically needy enough, he’d get it.
Vox was determined to be on his best behavior so this session would go well. No break in character this time around. He had a prize he was after!
“Well if you would have shown yourself to be a man of your word it wouldn’t have had to come to this, boss.” The last word had a heat that made Vox shiver. Alastor pushed roughly past him through the door and dropped a manila envelope onto the TV demon’s desk. He crossed his arms glaring at Vox tapping his well polished wing tipped shoes. Cyan eyes followed the movement, Vox loved shoes. Be it Valentino’s heels or Alastor’s dress shoes, he loved them all, especially when he was trapped under them.
Alastor snapped his fingers to get Vox’s attention. “How a sap like you is able to keep track of everything going on in this business is beyond me.”
“I would hold your tongue if I were you. That’s no way to speak to your employer.” Vox put on mock outrage.
The radio demon laughed, hoisting himself up to sit on Vox’s desk slowly crossing his legs. He looked perfect on the TV demon’s desk, and Vox wanted nothing more than to crawl up to the redhead and worship him.
“Actually I do know how you keep track of everything, it’s thanks to me, and I’m tired of waiting on my dues.”
“We are still going over this year's budget to ensure we can actually provide a raise. Honestly, it will probably depend on your performance.”
“My performance is impeccable, Mr. Vox, and you know it.” Alastor reached for the envelope he’d brought in with him and threw it at Vox’s chest. “Forget the raise, I want a promotion. Let’s be partners.” Alastor grinned and the TV demon glared at him. That line hit a little to close to home, but Vox was still determined to get fucked over his desk so he wasn’t about to break character over a little jab.
“Why in the seven hells would I make you my partner?” Blue tipped hand swept up the envelope that had fallen on the floor.
“To buy my silence.” Alastor leaned back on the desk letting one of his legs bounce as he smiled menacingly. “Go on, open the little presents I brought you.”
The TV demon opened the envelope and found photographs inside.
“How the fuck did you get these?” Vox’s shock was genuine. Somehow Alastor had gotten several photos of him and Valentino in various compromising positions. His screen flushed in embarrassment. The radio demon obviously knew they weren’t exclusive but, the thought that Alastor had watched him and Val…Vox could already feel himself getting hard. His excitement was only fanned when Alastor dissolved into shadow and reappeared in front of him only inches from his face.
“Wouldn’t want people to know you're a sick little sodomite, now would we?”
Vox’s breath hitched, enjoying the effort Alastor had put into the scene. No matter who’s turn it was and who set up the encounter, Alastor always became the star of the show. He could manipulate their roleplay plot line into something exciting, even when given the bare minimum of prompts. Vox loved playing off him, loved pushing the radio demon’s buttons and being punished for it. Loved groveling and improvising. It was fun, it was exciting, it was damned good television!
Drawing on all his acting abilities Vox clenched the envelope in his hands, and lowered his face in shame. “What do you want?”
Alastor’s finger hooked under his screen bringing his eyes up to meet burning red. “Like I said, make me your partner, and I expect a generous raise and exclusive perks with that position.”
Vox’s internal fan kicked on as he started to over think, heart racing. The emphasis on the word partner and exclusive had Vox’s heart fluttering. He had to remind himself that this was a game, that the radio demon loved playing with him. Be it physically or emotionally. He couldn’t break character for false hope. This was all part of the scene. They both took great pride in setting up realistic and detailed stages. His eyes glanced down to access Alastor's body. The man wasn’t aroused yet, which despite being disappointing, was to be expected. Vox ran through scenarios in his head. Should he start begging? Groveling? Or push back a bit? Give Alastor more of a fight?
All of his planning came to a sudden halt when both of Alastor’s hands grabbed onto the sides of his screen. “You were so deliciously vocal with your partner, Mr. Vox. Such a pretty little slut, but I couldn’t help and notice…”
Alastor opened his mouth and instead of his voice coming out it was Vox’s own moans.
“Ah..uh.. yes fuck.. yes, Al..entino.. Val.. ah!”
“You seemed to have someone else on your mind.” Alastor let go of his screen with a bit of a shove as if disgusted just to be touching him. Vox stared at the radio demon processing that not only had the man taken pictures of him but recorded him. The redhead leaned against the desk crossing his arms.
“Since I’m already elevated to such a high position in your mind, why not have that reflect on my job title?”
The TV demon let the pictures drop from his grip before burying his face in his hands and letting out a groan. God where his feelings all mixed up. He wanted to play but wires were starting to cross. Was Alastor truly calling him out or just trying to get him worked up?
Their agreement was simple, a monthly meeting to indulge one another’s more carnal desires, no strings attached. No romance, no feelings, no exclusivity. It was a game, and outside of the arranged playtime they were still rivals, no one knew, not even Val, that they put their differences aside once a moth to fuck each other’s brains out. Alastor was not a sentimental man, so there was no way that he’d actually want to be exclusive with Vox. There was no way the radio demon wanted to be partners. Vox knew that. Logically Vox knew that.
“Color.” Alastor’s stern voice pulled him out of his spiraling thoughts.
“Yellow.” Vox whispered regretfully. It wasn’t a no, but it was an admission that he wasn’t in the right headspace. He didn’t want to stop, he was better than this. Alastor had obviously put so much effort into the scene.
The radio demon pushed off the desk and Vox could hear the tap of his shoes as he came closer. There was a twitch to his antenna as he picked up a frequency buzzing at 432 hz. Vox couldn’t help the smile that crossed his screen, Alastor was trying to calm him. The redhead bent down and gathered up the photos Vox had dropped.
“I know this must all be very shocking to you Mr. Vox. Why don’t you take a seat, hm?” The TV head nodded admiring how smoothly Alastor took control of everything, not stopping the scene but allowing Vox a moment to readjust. Shaky legs carried him over to his chair and he let out a sigh as the 432 hz frequency continued to sound inside his head as if massaging his temples.
When the TV demon heard footsteps approaching him again he looked up to find Alastor in front of him, with a closed lip smile waiting patiently. Vox looked down taking in a shuddering breath, he wasn’t going to break character.
“I don’t know what I can provide you other than a 10 percent raise and a few share holdings.” He was gaining more confidence with every word. His hand shot out to grab on to Alastor’s coat desperately he wanted to touch the man so badly to actually be held in his arms, to be fucked out of his mind so he could shut off his brain and not have to think.
“Please don’t tell anyone. I can’t afford my reputation to be ruined. I’ll do anything, but I can’t hand over my entire company. I worked so hard for this!” Digital tears collected at the corner of his eyes, which caught Alastor’s attention. Vox knew the man loved desperation, he sniffed and made his voice shaky. “Please, I'll do anything.”
Alastor’s smile grew wide. “From what I've observed working here there isn’t much you can actually do.” The radio demon dislodged Vox’s hands from his suit,and Vox fell out of his chair as Alastor took a step back.
“Please, what do you want? How about a twenty percent raise?” Vox’s shaky hand reached for the two toned shoe in front of him, which quickly lifted out of his reach only to step on his hand forcefully. Alastor ground in his heel and Vox couldn’t help the little whimper that left his lips.
“Pathetic.” Alastor voice was icy cold and sent a shiver down the TV demon’s spine. He lifted Vox’s head with a tip of his shoe, a move that the redhead often did because he knew the effect it had on Vox. “The only thing I have seen you be moderately adequate at doing is being fucked.”
Vox let the digital tears at the corner of his eyes fall as he slowly raised himself up into a kneeling position, hand hovering towards Alastor’s thigh. The TV demon knew better than to touch the area he so desperately wanted to grab. “I could do that, if you want that. I could do that for you, please just don’t leak those photos.”
Alastor laughed at him, and Vox bit his lip as a foot nudged against his tented trousers. “You really are deprived. Look at you so fucking willing, so desprate just to save your little company.”
A whimper escaped Vox’s lips as Alastor rubbed the underside of his foot against his erection. Hips twitched forward to meet leather and Vox let his head fall back with a moan.
“It must be so exhausting to be such a needy little whore. I feel sorry for your partner having to fuck you almost every night because you have no self control. Look at you, desperately rubbing yourself against my foot like some bitch in heat!”
“Fuuuck.” Vox moned low, he loved it when Alastor talked like this, and the man was brilliant at it. He could so easily cut Vox down, something Valentino had never mastered.
“Or is it that you are so desperate because your partner isn’t satisfying your depraved needs?” Alastor sent out an electromagnetic wave with a mass amount of visual and audio information. Vox had to fight hard for it not to display on his screen, instead letting it run in his mind's eye. The visual was grainy, images of hands and bare skin, but the audio was loud and clear, moans and the crack of a whip, screams of pleasure, promises of what Alastor could provide.
“Oh! Ah!” Vox’s antenna twitched and it was overwhelming to have all this information to process. Both his organic and electric parts were being stimulated and Vox wanted more, so much more!
“Maybe we should record a little demonstration for your beau, hm? Show him how to really quench that whorish thirst of yours.” The radio demon removed his foot and stepped to the side to take hold of the monitor Vox had set to record. The TV demon gave a sheepish smile, of course Alastor would be aware that he was being recorded, he somehow always knew.
The monitor was angled down a bit so that the camera saw mostly the desk. Satisfied with his set up Alastor went to sit in Vox’s chair and move his hand in a raising gesture.
“Well get up.”
Vox didn’t raise himself up deliberately ignoring the request. He let a little defiance enter his eyes, unable to always just do whatever the radio demon wanted. “Why would I let you record me? That’s just more evidence to black mail me with.”
Alastor’s smile grew wide as he interlaced his fingers. Vox could see the shadows under the chair started to expand and bubble up. “Oh I have more than enough evidence to ruin you, Mr. Vox.”
A tentacle shot out and Vox tried to scramble away only to have the shadow catch him when his back hit the bottom of his desk. The manifested limb dragged him close to Alastor who looked down at him with distaste. “You really are in no position to negotiate so I suggest you don’t make me repeat myself again.”
Another tentacle dragged him up by the arm into a standing position. “Now, considering your line of work, I assume you know a thing or two about camera angles. Get into a good position. I wouldn't want your beau to miss a thing when he reviews this educational video.”
The TV demon started to undress taking his time. Red eyes watched patiently black tentacles at the ready incase Vox decided to be defiant again. Other than taking maybe a little bit longer than necessary the TV demon did obey and laid himself out over his desk under the monitor. A tentacle quickly flipped him around, pinning one arm behind his back when Vox scrambled to catch himself.
“That’s better, we wanna focus on the important parts now don’t we?”
Vox was bent over his desk with only one arm free and he angled himself to look over his shoulder. Alastor was still sitting unfazed in Vox’s chair, a smile stretched wide across his lips, hands rubbing together. There was a slick sound as his palms moved together and Vox realized the man was warming up lube in his hands.
“Oooh fuck.” He moaned and watched as a red tipped finger slicked up one of the shadows. Alastor smirked at him and started to handle the tentacle more suggestively as if giving the TV demon a little show. Vox turned back around with a whimper, the image exciting him too much. His antenna twitched when a broadcast was sent his way amplifying the wet sound of Alastor preparing the tentacle.
“Nn..” Vox bit his lip trying to stifle a moan.
“Be a good boy and spread your legs for me.” The radio demon said smoothly. Without a second thought Vox shuffled his legs apart pressing his chest further into his desk. His free hand gripped at the edge and he panted in excited anticipation. A slick limb slither up Vox’s thigh encircling his aching cock and giving a tortuous squeeze. The TV Demon squirmed spreading his legs apart further but his position over the desk didn’t allow him to do much else. He was at Alastor’s mercy and grateful for the two slow strokes the shadow gave him before it moved on to its real goal.
Vox was breached slowly with shallow little thrusts the tentacle only going in inch by agonizing inch. It pulled out leaving Vox frustrated by the teasing and then circle back and pushed in a little further.
“Please.” Vox whined when he was left unfulfilled and empty again.
“You made me wait for my raise so I’ll make you wait for your pleasure.” Alastor said menacingly. The redhead was probably getting off on denying Vox. The TV demon tried to push his hips up to encourage the tentacle to enter him properly but was ignored.
“Alastor, come on, please.” He whined. “Give me something, please.”
Alastor laughed and Vox’s breath hitched dissolving into a stratified groan as finally the tentacle thrust into him. It pulled out nearly to the tip before entering him again, jarring him against the desk with a creek.
“Yes!” He called out as he was thoroughly fucked. The other tentacle that had his arm pinned behind his back adjust it’s hold instead using Vox’s arm to pull him back onto the shadow fucking him.
“Fuck, Alastor!” Vox moaned, ignoring the pain in his arm. The radio demon thrust into him hard and fast, Vox felt so full. His legs buckled a bit with another hard thrust and his fingers dug into the wood of his desk. He panted, unable to catch his breath or help his fans cool down his system, he moaned loudly knowing the radio demon enjoyed every little sound.
“Is this what you wanted Mr. Vox to be bent over your desk like a common whore and used? Be sure to answer clearly for the camera, so your little boyfriend knows what you’re looking for in a coupling.” Alastor's voice was steady with just a bit of static infesting it. Vox could faintly make out the sound of a zipper and he smiled with pride.
“Yes, god yes.” The TV demon replied honestly. He turned his head wanting to see Alastor touching himself but a tentacle reached for his screen. His moan was muffled as his face was pressed into the forearm resting on his desk. Alastor gave him another hard thrust using the tentacle's leverage to pull Vox back as the other pushed forward. The TV couldn’t remember the last time he’d be penetrated this thoroughly, he was practically going cross eyed from pleasure
“Fucking amazing.” The moan was interrupted by the sudden chiming of Vox’s cell phone. His hand scrambled out to try and knock the phone off, not in the mood for being interrupted, but a shadowy tentacle stopped him. His breath hitched and he looked over his shoulder to see Al getting up, pants undone hand stroking himself to full hardness. The tentacle behind him withdrew and the other was still holding up his buzzing phone.
“Answer the phone.”
Cyan eyes glanced at the caller ID to see that it was Valentino calling. The TV demon swallowed but picked up the phone. A shaky thumb swiped over the screen and Vox took a deep breath.
“Val what can I do for you? I’m a bit bus-y!”
Alastor himself was pushing into Vox’s stretched hole and it took every ounce of willpower for Vox not to scream in absolute bliss. Vox could hear Alastor chuckling quietly behind him.
“I need access to the company credit card! Why’d you change the number?” Val snapped. Vox used his now freed left arm to brace himself against the desk as Alastor thrust deep and slow. The TV demon pushed his hips back to match the rhythm trying to keep his gasping to a minimum and focus on the infuriating phone conversation.
“Be-cause your dumb ass left it at that FUCK-ing sex shop last time and there were unauthorized charges!”
Vox knew his screen was probably displaying a bright pink flush, he tried to stifle a moan as Alastor grip tightened on Vox’s hips, nails pricking at his skin.
“I had tooooo, do a STOP payment and cancel the card.”
“Are you ok?” Val asked, confusion clear in his voice.
“No! I’m busy and frankly you need to be more responsible with company ASS-ets. Whatever you need to get, have Velette buy it for you, she has access to the card!” Vox hung up the phone and let it drop to the ground with a long moan.
“Fuuuuck you’re evil.” He gasped out just as Alastor picked up the pace.
“I know how busy you are Mr. Vox, I wouldn’t want you to put your business dealings on hold, just because you’re a greedy little trollop who needs a cock in him twenty four seven.”
“Oooh, fuck yes I do.”
“You did admirably, able to hold a whole conversation, maybe you deserve a little treat.”
The TV demon whined when Alastor withdrew, but was promptly flipped over by shadow tentacles. He was positioned onto his back, his arms over his head and restricted. Another pair of tentacles lifted and bent his legs wrapped around his thighs and calves to hold them in place. His ass was partly off the edge of the desk giving Alastor access to him when he stepped between his spread legs.
“Thank you.” Vox sob because this was a rare reward. To not only have Alastor inside him but to be able to face him. Another tentacle wrapped around his waist for extra support as the Radio demon slowly pushed back inside of him.
“Fuck! Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Vox chanted his praise, legs trembling. Alastor braced himself on the table over Vox giving him the perfect view. The demon’s ears were pinned back in concentration and his eyes were closed, but Vox didn’t care if he was looking at him or not, this was heaven. He sighed with contentment as Alastor set a strong but steady rhythm.
“I noticed…” Alastor took a steadying breath and Vox was thrilled to see this small break in composure. “You make him wear a condom when you fuck, and here I though you where a greedy little cum slut.”
“Ah! Only for you sir, only you!” Val put his dick into entirely too many holes for Vox to allow him to bareback his ass.
“Well then I’ll be sure to mark my territory.” With each thrust Vox’s back dragged across the wood of his desk. His antenna bobbled and sparks flew between them begging for a signal, another thing only Alastor could satisfy. He didn’t receive a broadcast right away since Alastor seemed preoccupied, but the redhead let out a frustrated huff and soon Vox felt the tingle of an incoming electromagnetic wave. It was an audio loop of heavy breathing and desperate wet kissing. It sent a shudder down Vox’s spine and he strained against his bonds wanting to touch himself feeling so close to the edge of climax.
“Touch me, sir, please.” The TV demon was silenced by a tentacle sliding into his mouth. He gagged a bit, but soon started to bob his head, sucking loudly on the shadow, knowing that’s what Alastor wanted.
Sound.
Wet desperate sounds like the ones playing on a loop in Vox’s head. He wrapped his tongue around the tentacle giving the messiest blow job of his life. Moaning excessively loud all to please Alastor, in hopes that the man would touch him. Claws scratched at the desk as one of Alastor’s ears perked towards the sounds Vox was making. One hand moved to hold on to Vox’s thigh pulling him closer to the Radio demon. Vox’s eyes rolled up, his screen occasionally glitching as he was overloaded with pleasure, but denied his release.
Alastor pressed Vox’s knees closer towards his chest as his movement became more erratic, like the radio demon was chasing his own climax. The tentacle withdrew from the TV’s mouth with a wet sigh and Vox looked up at Alastor panting and moaning.
“Come on Al, touch me! Don’t leave me hanging.” He whimpered. Red eyes opened with a faint glow and a wide sinister smile.
“I'm sorry, I am…a bit preoccupied currently.”
“Fuuck you, Al!” Vox started to frantically struggle against the tentacle wrapped around his wrist trying to get free. “Fucking touch me, god! I'm so close! Please! Or at least let me do it myself, you fucking prick!”
Red ears twitched and flicked enjoying the symphony of begging, which only garnered Vox deeper and harder thrust that hit him with building bliss. He wanted to cum so badly his whole body was shaking and then finally a stray tentacle wrapped around his leaking erection.
“Yes!” He cried but soon the joy turned to sorrow as the base of his dick was tightly encircled. “Fuck you Al, let me cum!”
“Oh now, where is my good boy? It's…not polite to curse so much.” Alastor crooned, sending out another wave of radio signals filled with suggestive imagery and sound. Vox was so exhausted that for a minute he displayed some of the porn on his screen before gaining control of himself again, panting and moaning. This laps in control made Alastor laugh and fuck him even harder.
“Please, sir.” Vox went with a different tactic of begging and the corner of Alastor’s smile twitched as he continued to pound into the TV demon. “I don’t need much, just a little stroke, please.”
The radio demon shuddered obviously close to his own limit. He selfishly continued on, tentacle tightly denying Vox.
“Beg.” The filtered and static infested voice sent a spike down Vox’s spine all the way to his toes, and if it weren’t for the tight grip around him he might have been able to cum from that alone. Any pride Vox had left flew out the window. He wanted to cum, he wanted Alastor to cum inside him, he wanted to be filled and satisfied, and he would gladly beg for it.
“Please Alastor…ah! You’re fucking me soooo good. Just..uh a little touch. That's all I need. You feel so good inside me. Please, please!”
Then he felt it, Alastor’s climax.The Radio demon pressed hard into Vox biting his lips, not a single sound escaping him as he stilled ears flat against his head. “Fuck!” Vox weeped, feeling both happy to have Alastor cum inside him but infuriated that he wasn’t able to join in the release.
Alastor took in a shuddering breath and withdrew from the TV Demon, who was now actively fighting against his bonds.
“You-!”
“Now, now, calm down.” Alastor said with a wide smile reaching up to angle the recording monitor at his leaking hole. “This is very important for your beau to understand. If you reach climax before your partner, make sure to actually finish the job.”
With that, the tentacle around Vox’s dick started to move slowly, and another one breached him with a messy squelch. The Camera was at the perfect angle to witness the cum leaking out of Vox with every thrust of the shadow.
“Oh yes!” The TV demon’s whole body was shuddering and it wasn’t long until he found his own satisfying end. “God, Alastor, yes!”
Long strips of cum coated Vox’s stomach as he tossed his head back screen going black. His body went slack only held up by the shadows supporting him. When his screen came back online he found himself sitting in his chair shirt tossed over his lap for modesty. Alastor’s slacks were zipped up and he was pushing the monitor back against the wall. The redhead turned around tugging at his coat to straighten it.
“I assume I earned that promotion.”
“Absolutely.” Vox gasped out, still feeling the high of his afterglow.
“Same time next month?”