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The best place to hide a strap on was amongst dildos. Or so Alastor thought as he portal stepped into Angel’s room. The porn star was out filming and surely he wouldn’t notice an extra dick in his underwear drawer. Alastor looked around the empty room filled with the color pink and candid photos. Fat nuggets promptly ran up to Alastor with a vicious oink defending his territory in the absence of his master.
“Oh, hush, I’m not taking a thing.” Alastor waved the pig away who just wobbled closer instead, head butting the demon's ankle as if the little pig could succeed in pushing him out. With an annoyed hum Alastor gentled pushed Fat Nuggets out of his way and stepped toward the chest of drawers in the room
“Looking for something?”
Alastor's head spun all the way around with several pops of his neck. He smiled wide at Angel who stood in the doorway bending down to pick up a proud pig. Fat Nuggets oinked rapidly as if regaling the tale of his brave defense. The radio demon took a step to turn around, alining his head with his body.
“Not at all my effeminate fellow! I was just…” Alastor made to gesture with his hand only to realize he was waving the strap around. “…comparing sizes?”
Angel stifled a laugh. “Well if you wanted a dick measuring contest all you had to do was ask, Smiles.”
“Yes well, have to know if the size is satisfactory and all.” Alastor hid the strap behind his back, feeling increasingly awkward.
“Considering Vox has been bouncing on your lap for over two months I’d say it’s prett-y satisfying.” Angel stepped closer pinching at Alastor’s cheek right next to an irritated smile. “Besides you know what they say, it’s not the size that matters, it's technique.”
Alastor brushed Angel’s hand away before taking out a handkerchief and wiping his cheek. “Yes, well the size of the headache this thing has given me is enormous.”
“So you gonna tell me why you’re really in here then?” This was Alastor’s worst nightmare, it was bad enough having to deal with a lustful boyfriend but now he was stuck talking to Angel about his sex life. Why was the pornstar here anyway? He should be off making people cum, not forcing Alastor to explain himself and his amazing plot to ditch his dick.
“If this isn’t in my room then he can’t beg for it.” The radio demon finally admitted, taking the strap from behind his back.
“Why not just tell him you’re tired of using it?” Angel said casually as if open communication would solve everything. It probably would but Alastor’s pride prevented him from doing so. Besides, Vox was a master at being persuasive. It wasn’t exactly that the radio demon never wanted to use the thing again, he just needed a break. He needed space to register the changes in his relationship with Vox and what that meant for them. What it meant about him and what he wanted.
A part of Alastor didn’t want to think about all these things, so instead he brushed it aside and shrugged. “Sadly, he’s rather adorable when he begs and my resolve can only withstand so much.”
“Aw.” Angel cooed, one set of arms coming together to clasp next to his spidery cheek, eyes fluttering. “Does big daddy Al have a hard time telling his baby boy no?”
“I just don’t understand why sex needs to happen so frequently or why he wants me to enjoy it.”
Angel burst out laughing giving Fat nuggets a bit of a squeeze which caused the pet to wiggle and oink in protest. “Seriously, Al? You’re complaining that your boyfriend wants you fo cum while you’re fucking him?”
“Yes, it's inconvenient and frankly exhausting to climax every time.” Alastor attempted to explain earnestly while avoiding any deeper thoughts and insecurities. Angel only waved a dismissive hand.
“Oh yeah. That’s the worst. Orgasm right in the middle of fucking, hate that.”
The radio demon let out an annoyed hum. “Will you let me store it here for now or not?”
“Sure, but honestly I don’t see the problem.”
“You and everyone else.” Alastor muttered through a clenched smile.
**
The reveal that Alastor had “lost” the strap-on went surprisingly well. After Vox finished rummaging through Alastor’s drawers and laughing a bit hysterically. Asking: “What do you mean you lost the strap?” I was rather an anticlimactic confession. Sure there were scratch marks on top of his dresser, along with binders and underwear tossed about the room, but Vox calmed down and allowed Alastor’s tentacles to take care of any lingering frustration. The radio demon had his partner moaning with pleasure in no time and the best part was when he excused himself to the bathroom to take care of himself, alone, while Vox caught his breath on the bed.
It was relaxing with just the right amount of stimulation to get the job done without worrying he might not climax, or that he was taking too long. It’s not that Alastor hadn’t cum plenty of times with Vox’s help, it’s not that he didn’t enjoy seeing the pleasure on his partner’s face, just sometimes it was a bit much. Sometimes it was bothersome that his body got so aroused. Sometimes he felt even more disconnected from his form when he reached down to find himself lacking. Occasionally it was just alienating to be in a body that didn’t quite fit, feeling aroused in a way that would never quite be satisfied. No matter how sweet Vox’s words, no matter how eager he was to bend over for Alastor, the radio demon could never really give Vox what another man could. The TV demon would insist that he wanted Alastor to feel it when they fucked, but the redhead couldn’t help but worry he meant he wanted to feel Alastor cum in a way that he could never really do.
Maybe it would have been simpler just to admit these insecurities to his partner but Alastor was too prideful. Unwilling to be vulnerable, afraid of being laughed at, or worse, being pitied. So instead he just made the problem disappear and focused on Vox’s pleasure while swiftly and clinically taking care of his own. When Alastor had stepped out of the bathroom Vox was reclined on the bed looking at him in an unsettling way that made him feel like the TV Demon was looking right through him. It seemed impossible to hide anything from those ever watchful eyes, but Alastor kept his smile firmly in place revealing nothing.
The radio demon thought he had a pretty good poker face until one evening Vox pulled out a small black drawstring bag from his pocket. It was deposited onto Alastor’s nightstand as the TV demon lay back against the headboard sighing into the kiss they were sharing. It didn’t go unnoticed by the redhead who broke the kiss to look at the bag sitting next to the half empty bottle of lube. “What’s this?”
Alastor’s shadow doppelganger picked up the baggy. Blue claws turned Alastor’s face to look at Vox’s screen. “Don’t worry about it right now.” The TV demon whispered, leaning up for a kiss.
“Oh, I wasn’t worried, but I certainly am now.” Alastor sat down in Vox’s lap and took the bag from his shadow.
The TV demon groaned. “Can’t we just go back to making out?”
“Not when you pull mysterious little bags from your pocket.” Alastor sing songed, giving his fingers a curious little wiggle before loosening the drawstrings. Vox covered his face as if preparing himself for Alastor’s reaction.
“What in the seven hells is this?” Confused tuning noises emanated from the radio demon as he tilted his head and pulled out the contents of the bag. In his hand was a short yet girthy silicon penis.
“It’s a stroker.” Vox groaned, dragging his hand down his screen. “Fuck my life.”
“A what now?” Alastor turned the thing over to see a hole at the bottom. He wasn’t angry, just confused. It didn’t seem like the thing was meant for penetration, not with the crescent curve of the base and the mysterious opening.
“I didn’t want to squish it while we were,” Voxed waved his hand in the air, “you know, getting busy. Besides I thought I would surprise you with it after I got off and you went to take care of yourself…alone.” The last part was said with a resignation that made it clear Vox desired Alastor to find relief in his presence. This was something the radio demon would never understand. Why Vox was so eager to watch, to touch, to fuck. Alastor didn’t mind the occasional coupling especially since Vox was rather respectful of his boundaries and the way he sought pleasure but he didn’t crave sex like Vox did.
“How would this aid me?” Alastor poked his finger into the hole and found that it was ribbed inside. Vox reached up and plucked the little dick from the radio demon’s curious hand. The TV demon had taken great care to match the color of the silicon to Alastor’s sickly tan skin.
“Well Val said it’s supposed to simulate what it would feel like to jerk off and you just…” Vox looked like he was about to keep explaining the use of the device but suddenly a smile spread across his screen. “I could…show you, sir.”
Alastor rolled his eyes, knowing the use of the honorific was supposed to entice him. Vox was a master at getting his way. Taking a deep breath Alastor let out a contemplative hum, not willing to give in so easily. Not after he had just achieved getting back to their regular sexual routine, sans strap. He pinned Vox against the headboard knowing the show of strength would only excite his lover more. Nails dug into shoulders as Alastor smiled down menacingly. “Is this really for me, or just something to fulfill your depraved desires?”
“Why not both?” Vox asked innocently, bringing the silicone as close to his face as Alastor’s hold would allow. The gap was breached with Vox’s long tongue coming out to twirl around the tip of the shaft. Alastor let out an annoyed growl, but before he could move off his partner the demon beneath him rolled his hips up. “Come on Al, last time I got you a toy you ended up liking it. Let me show you how good this could feel, please? Just this once and then you can decide if you want to use it on your own after our sessions , sir.”
“You are like a dog with a bone. Why are you so concerned about how I deal with my arousal?” Alastor let his hands drop in frustration. Not understanding why Vox was so worried about what he did with himself after getting the TV demon off. “Is sex really that unsatisfying to you that you hyper fixate on getting me off?”
“No, that’s the fucking point, Al!” Vox said, an angry little bolt sparking between his antenna. “Sex with you is amazing and I like it and I want you to like it. Why is that so hard to understand?”
“Because I never once said I don’t enjoy it.” Alastor huffed out. He did enjoy sex on rare occasions, and he didn’t even mind using the strap, but still it became tiring. The more he engaged in sex the more insecurities started creeping in. Slowly poisoning the already difficult task of relaxing into the sensations their coupling provided. It was just easier and less nerve wracking if his tentacles could do everything. If the focus was on Vox instead of him. He liked it that way.
“Then why do you hide yourself in the bathroom?” Silence stretched between the pair. “I know our sex drives are mismatched but I can stop asking so much if that’s the problem. If that’s the reason you got rid of the strap.” Alastor got off Vox’s lap not wanting to have this conversation. Feeling woefully inadequate in his lack of interest in sex. Inadequate as a man. Inadequate in every way. The sad thing was, he wasn’t even surprised. He knew this about himself, the ace up his sleeve so to speak. He was different in so many ways and those differences made it hard to maintain a relationship, so he’d stopped caring about even having one until Vox came back into his life. Alastor had risked a relationship with Vox despite knowing he struggled to satisfy a partner and make them feel desired. Alastor was woefully aware that he could make no one feel special when he did not desire them in the way they seemed to so desperately crave.
“Al, please.” Vox’s hand reached out to stop the radio demon’s retreat.
Alastor ripped his arm free from Vox’s grasp, eyes narrowed and glowing with anger, smile staring from the held back pain and self loathing. The anger wasn’t directed at Vox, he was just a convenient target so Alastor wouldn’t have to self-reflect and sit with his discomfort. “I liked the way we had sex before, why was that not good enough?”
“Because I want you to hold me Al!” Vox threw up his hands in confusion. “Why don’t you get that? It’s not just about getting off. I want to be close to you. I want you to feel good while you’re making me feel good. I want you to cum too! I want to share the experience! Not fucking cum and then be left alone on the bed while you go finish the job!” Vox let out a frustrated sigh, reaching for his partner again. “I don’t just want sex, Al, I want intimacy. I want us to be together. I know you don’t care, but I do. I want you to feel good. I want to give back.”
The desperate grasping along with the words spoken broke through Alastor’s walls and he allowed himself to be pulled back into Vox’s lap. The TV demon caressed his face desperate for love and affection, trying to coax Alastor out of his self doubt. “Look if you don’t want to use the strap, fine, but can we try this? Can I make you feel good, Al, please?”
Vox leaned in close, eyes glancing down at full lips as if asking permission for a kiss. Though he made no further move. Instead Alastor leaned forward, closing the gap between them. Blue claws tangled in strands of thick coarse hair. Head tilting so tongues could meet. Vox leaned back against the headboard, submitting to the dexterity of Alastor’s tongue as the radio demon straddled him. A gasp broke their kiss and Alastor tailed his lips down Vox’s neck. Conflicted. Willing to provide pleasure but apprehensive about sharing it. Vox moaned, arching into Alastor as sharp teeth nipped at tender flesh. “Oh! That’s all I want. I just want to make you feel good. I love the way you fuck me Al, tentacles, strap, hand. I don’t care. I just want to return the favor, please.”
“I suppose we could try.” Alastor resigned, and Vox wrapped his arms around his waist. Hand still holding firmly to the silicon toy he was so eager to demonstrate. Alastor rocked his hips forward, though the seated position didn’t allow for the best angle. Vox still became aroused from the friction. Or perhaps it was their continuous kissing, either way the TV demons was starting to sport a bit of a tent. Fingers traced down a striped vest before hips scooted back and a palm cupped Vox.
“Fuck, yes.” The TV demon sighed out, head thudding back against the headboard.
“And here I thought you wanted to make me feel good, not get lost in your own pleasure.” Alastor teased, grabbing more firmly.
“I do.” Unsteady claws reached for Alastor’s pants. Finger clumsily fumbled with a button and zipper while still attempting to hold on to the silicone dick. “I want to touch you.”
Alastor reached down to capture one of Vox’s hands and slid it past his underwear. “Go ahead, dear. You know the rules.”
A moan left Vox’s lips as his hand glided over Alastor. He rubbed his palm against the redhead mimicking the cupping motion over his own dick. Alastor laughed leaning down to nip at Vox’s neck, who tilted his head to the side eagerly.
It was nerve racking being like this. So close together with no pretense of games like their usual encounters. There was no light kink or derogatory words to distract from the vulnerability. Alastor wouldn’t say it was more intimate, no, because even when they played with power dynamics there was intimacy and trust. But this was different. A different kind of trust, a more naked truth as Vox’s finger traced the outline of Alastor’s growing arousal. It was frightening for the radio demon to give Vox the lead, to have him demonstrate something new. To trust that no boundaries would be crossed and that the TV demon wouldn’t take advantage. That he wouldn’t attempt to shove Alastor into a box he didn’t fit into, and try to convince him he should enjoy sex in a specific way based on preconceived notions around his body.
Vox’s hands were nice. They behaved, focusing on Alastor’s dick. That’s what he had called it. Vox was the first to beg to taste him, to suck his dick. Vox was the first to use words that excited Alastor, words that felt right. The radio demon bit into Vox’s neck wanting to devour him as he pushed against that sweet hand cupping him.
“Fuck…” The TV demon breathed out, the pad of a finger traces over Alastor appraisingly. “You’re so hard.”
The buzz of a tuning frequency sang out as Alastor lifted his hips. He loved the way Vox talked about him, drawing attention away from the uncomfortable wetness and focusing on what Alastor found pride in. The radio demon dragged his tongue along Vox’s neck before pressing a kiss to the edge of his screen. The TV demon turned towards the kiss and their lips met in an awkward way that felt so good. Most of the work of kissing fell to Alastor until their tongues met. That was fine though, they’d always figured out how to navigate each other’s unique bodies.
Hips rose up and fabric was pushed down. A hand was withdrawn and Alastor surprisingly mourned the loss. His own hand roaming over the media overlord’s clothed crotch. Red eyes watch as wet fingers reached towards the nightstand. Alastor's smile twitched when the half empty bottle of lube was grasped. He scooted back, wary, but Vox didn't seem to notice. Instead he focused on dripping a couple of drops of lube into the hole at the bottom of the stroker.
“Still good to go?” Vox asked, sounding out of breath from all the kissing. Alastor nodded slowly, smile pressing into an upward line. Red tipped fingers trail down his abdomen as he pulls back skin. He watched as Vox stretched the stroker over his own small dick. Jolting with surprise when the base of the toy was pressed, sucking him into the ribbed hole.
“Fuck!” Red nails dug into ashen skin and Alastor arched up into the feeling. The radio demon looked down to see the stout stroker protruding from him. Red pubic hair curling around it, making it look almost real. Sharp teeth bit into Alastor's bottom lip as he stared, oddly aroused by the sight of the toy stuck to him. Vox adjusted his hand wrapped fingers around it and gave a stork.
“Ah!” Alastor couldn’t help the sound. The feeling shot through him almost painfully, overly sensitive as he was pulled further into the toy. The textured inside brushed against him, the suction staying firm. The sight of Vox’s large hand wrapped around an appendage that looked like it was truly his own only added to Alastor’s arousal. Hips pressed up and a bright blue grin flashed onto Vox’s screen. His hand moved up the stroker giving the head a squeeze. Clear lube dribbled out and a thumb swiped it up before rubbing the lube along the top. Thumb trailing towards the base where a hand gave a squeeze.
A static buzz ran up Alastor’s spine at the sensation and the sound of dead air filled the room as if announcing Alastor’s monetary loss of thought. Vox leaned forward. “Do you like it?”
A sweat dusted forehead pressed against cool glass as Alastor let out a moan watching Vox’s hand stroke him. It felt amazing the suction stimulating him just right especially when a thumb pressed at the base. “I…” Hips twitched forward pressing into gentle hands. “I..I do.”
“I’m glad.” Vox tilted his head for another kiss and Alastor wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Vox’s free hand rested on Alastor’s hip as he continued his ministration. Their lips part and their panting breaths mingled as their foreheads pressed together. Alastor looked down to keep watching, the sight of Vox’s concealed erection so close to his own gave spark to an idea. Tentatively a hand unbuttoned Vox’s pants.
“Fuck, Al, don’t.” Vox moaned.
“Why not, dear? Don’t you want to share the experience?”
“You touch me and I’m gonna blow like a fucking teenager.” Vox wiggled under him. “You’re so fucking hot like this. Moaning and—Shit!”
Alastor chuckled as his hand wrapped around Vox freeing him from his underwear. The TV demon gave a squeeze of his own in retaliation, causing laughter to turn into whimpers. Red eyes look into Cyan and the pleased smile on Vox’s face falters as radio waves pulse toward him at a low rhythmic frequency. Alastor gives a couple of teasing strokes before lining Vox up beside him, batting his hand away so he could wrap his own around the both of them.
“Fuuuuuck.” Vox holds on to Alastor’s forearm as if attempting to stop his movements. “I swear Al, I’m gonna cum.”
“Mhmm that’s fine, dear. You’ve always failed at self restraint.” Alastor moaned out, squeezing Vox’s head at the same time he squeezed his own base. A wet pop echoed through the room as the suction of the stroker failed for just a moment before refastening around Alastor. The frequency flowing from the radio demon spiked, buzzing. Vox whimpered desperately, electricity sparking between his antenna as he hungrily received Alastor’s transmission.
“Oh.. hah… Ah-Al…” Vox panted as Alasator picked up his pace, hips twisting, pushing the stroker along the underside of Vox’s leaking cock. Alastor shuddered at the wet noises and heavy panting.
“Hell’s you look so hot right now.” Vox practically whined. “I want to see you cum. Want to know I did good. That you like the gifts I get you.”
“Mhmm.” Alastor closed his eyes letting his head fall back bracing on one hand behind him as he fucked into the tunnel of his own hand. Vox’s hand grasped desperately at Alastor’s sleeve.
“Fuck, fuck!” Red ears swiveled towards the sounds Vox was making and one red eye peeked open to see the TV demon enraptured by the movement of Alastor’s hand. Face lit in awe as eyes trailed over Alastor’s body, despite them both still being mostly clothed. “I-I’m soooo close.”
Vox’s hands slid down to grab on to Alastor’s hips trying to pull him closer. Wanting to move his own hips but having a hard time with the position and Alastor’s body weight on top of him. The radio demon grinned. The needy little noises adding to the sensation building in the pit of his stomach. He enjoyed having Vox trapped, at his mercy, lined up and leaking messily. Firm strokes passing over both of them.
“Please… fuck… I…”
“Huh..it’s ok, dear go ahead and cum for me.”
“Nghnn…I’ll m-make a mess, sir.” Vox’s thumb traced over a sharp hip bone trailing toward the tangle of pubic hair Vox’s leaking head was nestled against. Alastor nudged his hips forward gliding easily along pant legs soaked with his arousal. Vox was now nudged up against Alastor’s abs, pre-cum smeared across ashen skin.
“That's fine, darling.” Alastor picked up the pace of his stroking, though the movement was more limited. “Oh! Ha…you’ll just have to be a good boy and clean up any mess you make.”
Blue claws dug into Alastor’s hips. “Oh, yes! Al!”
Alastor looked down, wanting to see Vox climax. The TV demon was shuddering with pleasure, white coated tan skin and Alastor tensed up with anticipation. The mess Vox left behind was warm like the feeling building in Alastor’s stomach. The satisfied moans of his partner washed over him as his arousal spiked focusing on his tip trapped in the ridges of the silicon hole. The concentration was like nothing he’d ever felt before.
“Oh! FUCK!” Alastor covered his mouth with his hand as he shuddered. Sobbing with the intense mix of pleasure and overstimulation as he came hard. His hand let go hoping it would ease the wave of his orgasm but the weight of the toy just pulled at his dick causing another crash of pleasure. “Vox!”
It was the TV demon who rescued him from the overwhelming sensations that shuddered through his body. Removing the stroker with a wet pop and guiding him to lay on his back. Alastor’s chest was heaving body still tingling and twitching as a long tongue licked up the cum from his stomach. In a daze Alastor grabbed the top of Vox’s head trying to ground himself. Electricity radiated up his arm giving him enough strength to to prop himself up on his elbow.
Cyan eyes looked up at him half lidded with lust and satisfaction. “Did you enjoy yourself, sir?”
Alastor nodded dumbly, watching Vox between his legs. A long blue tongue lapped at his now clean abdomen. “Mhmm, I was a good boy then? I even cleaned up my mess.”
Alastor’s fingers traced up Vox’s antenna and fingered the red ball at the end. “Yes, a very good boy.”
“So I deserve a treat.” Vox’s smile was wide as he moved further down Alastor's body. All the radio demon could do was watch and spread his legs to accommodate Vox’s head. The flat of a palm pushed against him with a squelch and for a moment Alastor was worried, but Vox promptly dissuaded any fear. “You’re still hard and swollen.”
A tongue poked out to lick at Alastor’s tip. Indeed the suction of the toy had made him swell and it felt like he was throbbing, eager for what Vox was offering. The flat of a blue tongue pressed against Alastor framing his dick, and a moan vibrated against him. “Can I suck you off, sir?”
Alastor dragged himself against that eager tongue. “Yes.”
That was all the permission the TV demon needed and he promptly descended, wrapping digital lips around Alastor’s aching hardness. A messy sucking noise floated to Alastor’s ear followed by appreciative moans that tingled against his sensitive flesh. Everything felt like it was amplified and Alastor soon found himself panting and shaking. Blue claws wrapped around spread thighs pulling Alastor closer into the void of Vox’s mouth.
“Heavens…” The radio demon sighed and Vox groaned between his legs bobbing his head enthusiastically. His antennas bounced and Alastor let go in favor of grabbing onto the sheets. Vox lifted his screen making a show of dragging his tongue under and up. Sighing like Alastor was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.
“So big.” The TV demon whimpered out a hand snaking around Alastor’s thigh to grab a hold of him between thumb and forefinger. The Radio demon knew it was an exaggeration. That he would never measure up to what Vox or any other cis man was sporting between their legs, but watching his lover jerk him off so keenly sent tingles down his spine. His hips rolled up, pushing himself between those affirming fingers, and when Vox descended again he fucked against his screen like he could make the demon choke.
“Mfmm, mhmm.” Vox’s pleas were muffled as Alastor pressed his hand into the back of his screen, planting his feet onto the bed and thrusting up harshly. Vox’s suction broke and he quickly recaptured Alastor attempting to bob along with the radio demon’s frantic rhythm. The static of his screen pricked against Alastor’s skin, and hums vibrated against his dick like a beacon calling for the radio demon’s pleasure to focus there.
“Oh…yes.” He found himself lost in the sensation, already sensitive from the toy. It felt hot and blinding, like every nerve ending was leading to his crotch. Radio waves were pulsing out of him in time with his hips. Mixing signals as Vox eagerly received him, taking him in every sense of the word. Being penetrated not only by the electromagnetic waves but by Alastor himself, and Vox seemed all too happy to be on the receiving end. Satisfied even. Alastor was able to float on the rare high of endorphins, quieting any insecurities or doubts in his mind. Falling onto the mattress Alastor pushed back sweaty bangs, as hips continued to roll up into that magnificent warm wet void.
“Ah! Oh! Vox!” Alastor arched off the bed, legs closing in around the sharp angles of Vox’s head. Fiery hot pleasure focused on his tip Vox sucked eagerly as if wrigging Alastor dry. The radio demon fell limp against the mattress, head lulling to the side in exhaustion.
Red eyes watched lazily as Vox propped himself up with a cocky grin on full display. The bottom of his screen was dripping wet and he wiped his hand across it. “You know, if you lost the strap I can get you something that combines the feeling of the stroker with the utility of a strap.”
“You’re going to kill me with your insatiable desire to get fucked.”