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Alastor never really enjoyed Christmas in life. It seemed like such a useless holiday. When he was younger, sure, it was an exciting little event. He got to be showered with the few gifts he received and got lots of attention—considering he was an only child. Alastor didn’t interact with his extended family much either. So it was typically just his mother, his uncles and aunts, and their children.
It was small and fun. But as an adult who didn’t keep track of any of those family members, it became dull quickly. Just another day that was even more of a headache due to the loud music and bragging.
In his afterlife, he was surprised to learn that Sinsmas existed. Alastor had never once participated in it. There was absolutely no need to. It’s always been a very personal holiday meant to celebrate your loved ones. Alastor doesn’t care for anyone, so why would he get anyone a gift? His presence is a gift enough.
Alastor didn’t expect anyone to give him any gifts all of the same. If he isn’t giving anyone anything, Alastor didn’t need anyone to give anything to him. Alastor didn’t need any material objects or thoughtful homemade projects. He was going to end up tossing it in the trash eventually—there’s no need to get it in the first place.
One could call him a Grinch. Or whatever the hell equivalent is—perhaps God. But Alastor truly couldn’t care any less about Sinsmas.
That’s exactly why he was sat in his arm chair, simply just overseeing the event of the entire hotel opening their gifts. It was as sweet as Alastor could consider it being. Angel Dust getting Husk and Cherri Bomb something, the two also getting him something in return, it all being thoughtful and kind.
Charlie got everyone something—except Alastor. She seemed so guilty about that even though he had explicitly told her not to get him anything. He had simply just patted her head and praised her for doing as he asked her to.
Alastor thought it was endearing how Charlie felt bad about it, at least. Alastor truly didn’t care though. He was perfectly fine to sit around doing nothing. Watching everyone else open up their gifts and share feelings was entertaining even though Alastor didn’t quite understand it.
Just as the last present was opened, and the last of the reactions were given, Alastor sighed. He figured it’s about time to retreat to his room. He had lots of other things he could be doing right now, but he indulged Charlie by at least staying and watching. Now that it was over, he could leave at last.
“Alastor!!” Charlie exclaimed, stopping him from leaving immediately.
Alastor paused before he turned around to face Charlie, who was rapidly approaching him. “Ah.. yes, dear? What is it?”
“I know you said you didn’t want any presents, but-”
“-But you got me something anyways?” Alastor finishes Charlie’s sentence for her with a disappointed stare. He should’ve known it was too good to be true that Charlie would actually listen to his advice.
Charlie looks guilty, but she pushes forwards. “I know, I know! But I swear it’s a really good gift!!”
Alastor sighs, well, he couldn’t exactly decline the gift now. Alastor will have to see about getting her something equivalent sooner rather than later so he isn’t indebted to her for long. He can drop by a pawn store or something to get her something cute. “Alright, hand it over.” Alastor informs her, opening his hand palm up.
Charlie glances down at the hand before she giggles mischievously. That’s not the noise he expected from her. “It’s bigger than your hand~ it’s in your room! While you were here, I had some specialll people drop it off!” Charlie tells Alastor, which makes him blink.
People went into his room whilst he was here? That gift better be worth it otherwise he’s going to be quite irritated by this stunt. “Ah, I see. Thank you for informing me, Charlie. I will go see what you got me then.” Alastor tells Charlie, who grins brightly.
“Okay, Alastor!! I’ll see you after!” Charlie says, covering her mouth as she continues to laugh, before she runs off to talk to someone else.
Alastor sighs to himself before he turns to shadow, reappearing in his room.
Let’s see what Charlie got him, then.
Alastor blinks when he sees a person on his bed. Not just any person, however. It was Vox. He was tied up in red ribbon, unable to move his arms or legs, and there was a strip of ribbon in his mouth to prohibit any speech. Most likely to avoid spoiling the surprise.
Where irritation had been had blossomed into pure joy. Alastor didn’t expect for Charlie’s gift to actually be good. He expected some stupid knick knack, but no, here he was being gifted Vox. All tied up and pretty.
Alastor can’t help but laugh as he approaches, scanning the state Vox was in. “Oh, wow, they really did a good job tying you up in that ribbon.” Alastor praises whoever did this work, tracing the ribbon up his arm.
Vox shivers, glaring at Alastor as he squirms in his restraints. However, he was completely trapped. Unable to do anything but take whatever Alastor decides to give him.
“This is the best Sinsmas I’ve ever experienced, dear. Aren’t you so grateful you’re a part of that?” Alastor asks with a grin, hands gripping Vox’s sides, rubbing them.
He enjoys the muffled whine that came out of his mouth, grinning wider if that was even possible. “You’re delectable. I could just eat you up right now..” Alastor says, unable to help himself. It would be so easy. All he would have to do was rip Vox open and begin devouring him. It would be so easy in the state he’s in.
Vox says something through the gag, but Alastor can’t make it out. He chuckles, hand cupping the corner of Vox’s screen. “I quite enjoy you being silent for once.” Alastor comments, hand trailing down his stomach down to his pelvis.
“You should think about being silent more often—it would make my life a lot easier.” Alastor comments, enjoying the embarrassment glare he was getting from Vox. His expressions were a lot more entertaining than his words could ever be.
Before Vox knew it, he was suddenly flipped over onto his stomach. His screen was flat against the bed, but he managed to move his neck so his screen was on its side. He attempted to look back at Alastor, but it didn’t matter as he couldn’t see Alastor.
He could feel everything he was doing, though. And he was doing a lot.
Vox whimpers as he was forced to put his hips up, back arched with his ass sticking out. Then, he felt Alastor rip open his pants. Oh, gosh.
“Mm.. if I can’t eat you, I suppose this will have to do.” Alastor comments, before Vox feels his tongue against the rim of his entrance. It circles around the ring for a moment, before he feels the slick tongue begin to push inside of him.
Vox is unable to do anything but slightly squirm and make muffled noises against the red ribbon. Vox presses his screen flat against the bed again, not wanting to spend the effort to turn his head. But this only made the sensation more intense.
Alastor’s hands grip onto Vox’s hips as he prepares Vox’s entrance. He makes sure his tongue wiggles everywhere Vox likes, rubbing against a very certain spot that has Vox shaking in his restraints.
Alastor chuckles, digging his nails into his hips, which makes him shake. Alastor quite enjoys the effect he has on his little picture box.
Vox gags against the restraint, finding it hard to breathe in enough air to keep up with the amount of pleasure he was feeling due to Alastor. It was quickly becoming too much.
Just as the pleasure was becoming too much, Alastor pulled back from him with a chuckle. “Such a good boy, taking it so well..” Alastor praises, squeezing his hips.
Vox whimpers, shivering as he hears a buckle being messed with, before he hears pants dropping. Vox has no clue what he’s going to be doing with his ruined pants.. Vox is going to die if he has to go out there with ripped pants.
He presses his hips back unconsciously when Alastor’s cock presses between his ass cheeks. If he could speak, he would beg, but unfortunately he was stuck silent. Vox wanted so badly for Alastor to be inside of him, so rocking his hips was the next best thing if he couldn’t use his words.
Alastor digs his claws into his hips, sending shooting pain through Vox as he chuckles. “Even when silent, you still find a way to speak, hm?” Alastor teases.
Vox’s breath catches when he feels the tip Alastor’s cock catch on his hole. He tries so hard to wiggle backwards, but all he manages to accomplish is it slipping out and away.
Alastor coos, a claw running down Vox’s spine. “You want it so badly, don’t you?” Alastor pauses as though to wait for Vox’s begging, which doesn’t come. However, he could hear some muffled noises coming from his picture box. “Aw.. perhaps I’ll take mercy on you. It is Sinsmas, after all.” Alastor states with a grin.
In the next second, Vox feels Alastor press up against his hole. Vox screams as the next thing he feels is completely full as Alastor thrust in, bottoming out immediately.
Alastor chuckles, “You’re squeezing me so tightly.. relax, mon cher. I can’t move if you’re so tense~” Alastor teases, leaning down to press gentle kisses to the surface of his back.
Slowly, Vox begins to relax, letting up on his cock a bit. Just enough for Alastor to pull out to the tip before thrusting all of the way back inside.
Alastor quickly finds a pace. It was quick and rough, barely giving Vox enough time to breathe or even figure out what was happening. Alastor knew Vox liked it exactly like this. He enjoys feeling his mind melt.
Alastor is nothing but generous. Especially when it comes to Vox, unfortunately. So when Vox melts into a puddle in the mattress, Alastor finds himself smiling.
Alastor fucks into Vox over and over, beginning to feel his gut tighten up. “Do you want me to finish inside you? I bet you do. You always want me to mess you up, don’t you?” Alastor mocks Vox, getting an aggressive nod of his head. Such a cute present he has here.
“Yeah, I knew you did. You’re such a slut, dear.. my slut.” Alastor whispers to Vox, his back pressed up against Vox as he continues the brutal pace.
Alastor fucks into Vox deeper and harder as he gets closer to finishing, until eventually, he slams inside of Vox with a final thrust and begins to fill him completely up.
Vox, through the ribbon, screams. He could feel Vox’s body tense up and shudder which he thought was quite adorable. It was then that his body went completely lax.
Alastor didn’t need to look at his picture box to realize that he had bluescreened. Alastor chuckles to himself as he pulls out, seeing all of his orgasm spill out of Vox. He can be cute when he wants to be.
Then, he easily cuts the pieces of ribbon that was wrapping up his body off of him. It was truly quite easy. As soon as Vox’s body was completely free, he scooped Vox up, and bathed him.
Alastor made sure he was completely clean as he didn’t want Vox to be uncomfortable before he had placed him back onto his bed, dressing him up in some casual clothes that Alastor rarely wore. A red shirt and black shorts. As well as spare black boxers he owned.
Then, Alastor placed himself in a chair nearby, reading a book.
“..Alastor?” Vox’s voice suddenly cut through the silence, his voice raspy sounding. Alastor looked up from his book, his ears twitching as he found Vox looking at him.
“Yes, dear?” Alastor asks curiously, putting his bookmark into his book before setting it off to the side.
Vox seemed a bit embarrassed. “Did you, uh.. like your present?”
Alastor chuckles, “I loved my present, dear. Was it your idea?” Alastor asks curiously, unable to help himself. It really only made sense. There was no way Vox would ever allow that to happen to himself if it had been unwilling.
Vox, bashfully, nods. “I just.. I know it’s not really your thing, but I wanted you to feel happy today regardless.”
“So you decided to give yourself over to me?”
“It worked, did it not?” Vox asks with a grin, which makes Alastor chuckle.
“I suppose it did work, hm?”
Vox grins widely, getting off of the bed shakily, before he ends up sitting in Alastor’s lap. He wraps his arms around him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “Now you’re going to spend the rest of the day with me. That’s my gift.”
Alastor chuckles, patting Vox’s head. “Alright, dear, I guess I can arrange that for you.”
“Perfect!! First things first: you’re going to cuddle me.” Vox informs Alastor, standing up before dragging him over to the bed. Alastor lets Vox push him down onto his bed, and he lets Vox climb up on top of him and wrap himself around his body.
Vox nuzzles into his chest, clearly quite content with this position.
Alastor hums softly, tracing shapes into Vox’s back as they enjoy the other’s company.
Alastor figures Sinsmas can be somewhat enjoyable every once in a while. However, Alastor wasn’t sure much else could be better than this Sinsmas. He thinks that Vox just ruined the holiday for him.
Alastor found himself not minding that fact much.
Especially not when he knew Vox would attempt to top this performance next year regardless.
He wouldn’t trade this for the world.