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When Vincent first met Alastor, he was careful not to reveal too much right away. The conditions had been restraining: a busy party for a select few in the entertainment industry, including the aforementioned, ever-iconic, retired radio show host. One who Vincent had been aware of since his own youth.
This was the first detail he kept a secret. He was the one to introduce himself to Alastor, but omitted the fact that he was a fan.
He’d wanted to put them on an even playing field. Vincent was introducing himself, not as a fameless weather-boy, but as a beloved television host. And he was educated enough about Alastor to guess that another fawning fan would be far less interesting than an up-incoming talk show host.
And he was right about that.
It was addictive to become closer to Alastor over the years, to be let in on things only he was allowed to know. To be trusted as an individual, with not only their shared crimes, but also interpersonally. To be a partner to him in every sense of the word.
But what was most interesting to discover about Alastor, was that he was just as secretive as Vincent was. Even if he was excellent at sweet-talking, and almost fully convincing whenever he poured out lies and omissions.
He had many walls up, which were understandable, and would probably always remain around him. It didn’t take long for Vincent to understand that he was a complex person, and that some parts of him would never change.
Recently, though, Vincent noticed something very specific about him. Something he couldn’t come up with an explanation for, like he could with most other strange things Alastor did.
Their sex life had developed as their relationship in general had overtime, and Vincent was nothing but satisfied (maybe even a little beyond that) by their dynamic. Sex with Alastor was amazing. It usually came after a kill, or after a few drinks. Sometimes even in the morning, or late at night before bed.
Between the two of them, Vincent was sure he made it obvious how much he loved their sex life. He was rather vocal in bed, to the point that Alastor would sometimes act annoyed by it (even though Vincent knew he enjoyed it). But Alastor, on the other hand, was the exact opposite.
Vincent had no clue how he hadn’t realized it sooner, but Alastor never really vocalized his own pleasure during sex. He rarely moaned as loud as Vincent did, even during moments where it was obvious he was really getting into it.
And interestingly enough, a couple of nights ago, he actually saw that Alastor was restraining his noises on purpose. It was a very arousing sight; his face all flushed, his hand pressed over his own mouth to keep himself quiet while Vincent fucked him. And he wondered, in that moment, how often Alastor did that, and he just hadn’t noticed it.
Beyond his own desire to hear Alastor unabashedly enjoying sex with him… he wondered if he felt held back for any specific reason. Why did he want to stay quiet, when Vincent had no trouble being noisy? Did he feel embarrassed? Would it feel better for him to actually let go?
All that thinking left Vincent with a peculiar, very exciting idea, which he was proud of himself for coming up with. It would be a risk to tell Alastor about it, but a risk he was willing to take.
Alastor had been spending the early hours of the evening reading a book, sitting in the living room while Vincent took care of some chores. If there was ever a night to bring this up, it would be tonight, when he was already buttering up his partner a bit. He had taken care to give Alastor his much appreciated personal space, while he also gathered up the courage to go through with this.
Vincent glanced over at Alastor, who was sitting on the couch, immersed in his book. He took in a subtle breath, and stepped closer to take a seat beside him. “…Al?”
Though he must have seen Vincent approaching through his peripheral vision, Alastor silently turned to the next page of his book, like he had no idea he had been spoken to. But after a moment, he sighed, and peeked up from his book. “Mmm… yes, what is it?”
Vincent wrung out his hands nervously. “I was, well… okay, so, listen. I was thinking about something we could try… in bed. If you’re willing to hear me out, I think you’d actually really like it!”
Alastor raised a brow at Vincent’s immediate nerves. He lowered the book slightly. “Oh, come now, relax... I’m not going to scold you, just for an idea. Depending on what it is, I suppose. Out with it.”
“W-Well, I guess lately I’ve just noticed, you kinda force yourself… to be quiet. Like, you’ll seem like you wanna make noises, but then you don’t. And I wondered… maybe if you were able to do it, you’d feel even better? I mean, I feel really good when I let it all out…” Vincent quietly trailed off, already feeling shy from the way Alastor was looking at him.
“…Have you ever considered that maybe I’m just not obnoxiously loud, like you?”
“Hey! I thought you liked hearing me…” Vincent frowned with sad eyes, brows slightly furrowed.
But he knew Alastor was just deflecting. It was obvious he was forcing himself to be quiet during sex, especially whenever Vincent paid close attention to his face. No matter how much he denied it, Vincent knew he was onto something here.
Alastor’s lips twitched upwards, and he sighed, unable to prevent his fond smile. He rolled his eyes to compensate. “I never said I didn’t, you pathetic whelp. Ugh… I’m not interested in whatever you are implying. Now, are you going to let me read in peace?”
“Al… I really want you to give this a chance. You’re always so, like… tense. I can tell. And I always wish I could help you relax. I think you’d like this, I really do.” Vincent shrugged his shoulders with a huff of air, wishing he could get the chance to convince him.
“Like what, exactly? Exaggerating a performance for your perverted enjoyment? You think you’re very sneaky, don’t you, dear? Oh, it’s all for my best interests, I’m suuuure… I’m not falling for it, you little creep.”
Vincent’s face burned at the teasing. “Y-You won’t even let me tell you my idea! Come on, just listen... I knew you’d say something like that, so I had something different in mind.”
Vincent reached backwards towards the coffee table, where he’d slyly set something down just before joining Alastor on the couch. He grabbed it, and held it up to Alastor, revealing a roll of duct tape.
“I think you do try to hold back your noises, Al, even if you won’t admit it…” he muttered the last part, “…so look, if we covered your mouth, guess what? I wouldn’t be able to hear anything! So you could make any kinda sound, and I’d have no idea. Doesn’t that sound at least a little fun…?”
Vincent had honestly expected a slap across the face for such a boldly risqué suggestion. But surprisingly, Alastor looked intrigued. He raised his brows as he reached for the roll of tape, picking it up to examine it. “I can’t imagine you’d find it easy being left in the dark like that... I could be insulting you, right to your face, and you’d be none the wiser.”
Yes! He got him! Vincent knew if he just egged Alastor on about this, with his super-seductive skills, he’d find the idea irresistible. “Oh, yeah, exactly… damn, I actually didn’t even think of that. I’d wanna know what you’re saying real bad, fuck…”
Alastor grinned, and his eyes narrowed in the way Vincent knew meant that he was getting turned on. “I think you’re going to wish you never suggested this to me in a moment. Ahhhh, alright, let’s see how this goes,” he relented, and leaned forwards to set his book on the coffee table.
Vincent fought with everything he had to avoid smiling right in Alastor’s face. He knew his strategy of teasing would work, to get Alastor on board with this plan. Now, he just had to make it worth his while.
The two stripped down to their undergarments, wearing matching pairs of white briefs and gartered socks. From their years of living together, Vincent’s clothing style had improved dramatically; at least, Alastor always told him that. It was probably because Alastor bought all of his clothes for him in recent years. He’d ruined many of his cheaper suits during killing sprees with Alastor.
They both sat on their bed, where Vincent was holding up the roll of tape, grinning like an eerily-excited kidnapper. That managed to get Alastor to crack a smile, rolling his eyes as Vincent scooted closer to him.
“You ready?” Vincent checked, pulling a strip of the duct tape loose, breaking it off with his teeth. He set down the rest of the roll on their nightstand, looking back towards Alastor.
Alastor’s gaze had drifted off to the side, but he tilted his chin up, nervously waiting for Vincent to get on with it. He was too cute.
Carefully, Vincent raised his hands and stretched out the piece of tape so it was flat. Then, he gently pressed the sticky side against Alastor’s lips, and smoothed his thumbs over the front to make sure it was secure.
He watched Alastor’s face flush the moment he pulled his hands back, feeling the pressure of the tape over his mouth, that it was snug. Vincent’s breath came out shallow as he studied his partner’s reaction, seeing that he was getting aroused from being gagged already.
Admittedly, he was faring no better himself. Seeing Alastor with the tape over his mouth sparked incredible fantasies in Vincent’s mind. When he crawled forwards on the bed to kneel between Alastor’s legs, he could feel that he was already getting hard, tenting his briefs. Alastor might have been right about this backfiring on himself.
“There you go… hah, this is actually kinda funny,” Vincent mused, as he rested his hands on Alastor’s hips, palms rubbing over his skin to help him relax. “You’re the one always telling me to shut up. But, I kinda think you’re the chatty one between us, sometimes.”
Alastor’s brows immediately furrowed in disagreement at that sentiment. His expression made Vincent chuckle, seeing that he was already irritated. He bet Alastor wished he could retort back right now. But he couldn’t.
“What, you don’t think so? Well, too bad, ‘cause I can say whatever I want right now. Not like you can argue with me,” Vincent hummed, quickly becoming aroused by this dynamic. It wasn’t often that he held the power during sex. He smoothed his hands down Alastor’s legs, before settling inwards, spreading his legs apart carefully.
He hooked his fingertips in the waistband of Alastor’s briefs, tugging them down slowly. He pulled them off and set them aside, focusing his attention between his partner’s legs. He was already smiling, licking his lips at the enticing sight before him. Maybe he was a bit of a pervert.
“Somebody’s already excited…” Vincent murmured with lidded eyes, seeing that Alastor’s clit was erect and flushed. He felt excited to know they were both on the same page, both enjoying trying something new together.
He also knew better than to get ahead of himself with any ‘I told you so’ talk. But privately, he was pleased that he’d been right about this idea. He had a feeling Alastor would enjoy this, but didn’t anticipate this immediate response to prove it.
After some self-indulgent staring, Vincent ran a hand up along Alastor’s thigh, fingertips brushing over soft pubic hair, feeling the shivers of anticipation. He smiled, and kept his focus on Alastor’s face as he brushed the pads of his fingers over his clit teasingly.
Alastor let out a whiny breath of air, a sound that came out simultaneously muffled due to the tape covering his mouth, but also high-pitched and airy through his nose. Vincent’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head at the sudden realization that the tape did not do much to silence Alastor, like he originally thought it would.
But seemingly, Alastor hadn’t realized that himself, as his eyes were still shut prettily in pleasure, his head tipped back against the pillows. He must have thought the sound was mostly in his head, because he did it again, and Vincent felt like he might come just from hearing it.
His whimpers were all light and sweet, adorable sounds that accompanied every pass over his clit. He normally would never allow himself to act like this, which could only mean he was completely oblivious that he was being as loud as he was.
He could live with keeping just one more little secret from Alastor… what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him, right?
Controlling his reactions, Vincent focused on Alastor’s physical responses rather than the sounds he was making. He didn’t want to let-on that he could hear them, lest Alastor attempt to restrain them again, like he usually did. He pretended like he couldn’t hear a thing, and ran his touch downwards to slick up his fingers. His lips twitched up in pleasant surprise; he was soaked.
“You’re so wet, babe,” he noted with a breathy sigh, his middle finger brushing down lower to rub against Alastor’s entrance, while his thumb rubbed slippery circles over his clit. “This feel good? Looks to me like it does…”
A broken little sound came out from behind the tape, followed by quick breaths through his nose, as Alastor’s hips rolled up, pressing himself impatiently into Vincent’s hand.
Vincent’s dick twitched in his briefs with each muffled moan that came from Alastor. It was completely unfair how hot he sounded, and somehow, the tape over his mouth made it all the more arousing. Knowing that it prevented him from speaking made Vincent’s mind run wild, and as much as he wished he could hear him without the gag in the way… he knew he’d be thinking about this for a very long time.
Clearly though, Alastor was enjoying this just as much, based on the way he was responding physically. He was unbelievably wet, making the slide of Vincent’s finger easy as it slipped inside of him, curling upwards. He replicated the rubbing of his thumb with his middle finger, pressing up into Alastor and stroking his walls, drawing out muffled groans and frustrated huffs from him.
Vincent knew he’d be crazy to not take advantage of having Alastor gagged like this. He usually hated to be teased, but loved to do it himself to purposefully work up Vincent, which he always found funny. It wouldn’t be so funny when it was his turn…
“What’s the matter?” Vincent murmured, a grin plastered on his face as he leaned forwards, ignoring the way Alastor tilted his head up to glare at him. “Want me to fuck you…? I thought you would’ve figured it out by now. I want you to enjoy this… want you to let go for me. And you never let me make you come like this… but I know you love it when I finger you.”
The obscene language and word choice had Alastor looking furious. But it was difficult to ignore the flush creeping over his face and neck, revealing the way Vincent’s teasing affected him. And of course, Vincent could feel his pussy clenching around his finger, making his arousal all-the-more obvious.
Smirking, Vincent switched up his tactics, rubbing his thumb back and forth over his clit, feeling it throb with every pass. He was a little disappointed that he couldn’t kiss Alastor with the tape in the way, so he leaned down and pressed his lips to his neck instead, kissing a path along his shoulder to get each sensitive spot he’d become so familiar with.
Alastor let out a long, drawn-out moan behind the tape when Vincent knowingly adjusted his pace. He liked a lot of variety, and based on the way his legs were closing slightly around Vincent’s hand, the change was just what he needed.
Though he couldn’t be sure, Vincent hoped that secretly, the gag was also helping Alastor get there a little faster than normal. He would have loved to think that his own skills were just strangely on point tonight, but knew there had to be something extra making Alastor so turned on right now.
Another one of those pretty, whiny noises caught Vincent’s immediate attention, and he kissed up towards Alastor’s ear to bite at it, sneakily getting closer to listen to him by doing so. He adjusted his hand slightly to press in his ring finger alongside his middle, pumping them in and out, adoring the way those muffled moans got more frantic in response.
“You gonna come, Al?” Vincent breathed right into his ear, knowing that would only work him up more. And it worked like a charm, as Alastor scrambled his foot up along the sheets, hiking his leg up higher. Vincent gave his clit a few firm, circular rubs, and suddenly he was letting out loud cries into the tape, before clenching hard around his fingers.
Vincent groaned, pulling his head back to stare down and watch Alastor’s eyes roll back in pleasure. He worked him through his orgasm, ignoring the cramp in his wrist. “There you go, baby,” he murmured all sweetly, drinking in his delicious moans, which were teasingly muffled by the tape. Vincent was genuinely shocked that he didn’t come untouched with how turned on he was.
After a moment, Vincent slowed his fingers and gave his clit a few soothing rubs, smiling at the way his legs pressed together, his body trembling with sensitivity. He pulled his hand back slowly, and unashamedly licked his slick fingers clean, while he watched Alastor’s eyes blink open and stare back up at him. His flushed chest heaved with heavy breathing through his nose.
Vincent pulled his fingers from his mouth with a bashful smile when he realized why Alastor was looking at him like that. “Shit, right…” he murmured, reaching upwards to carefully grasp the corner of the strip of tape. He hoped it wouldn’t hurt coming off. But it peeled off slowly with little resistance, seemingly a little damp from Alastor’s breath behind it.
With furrowed brows, Alastor held still as the tape was removed, panting and raising a shaky hand to run his fingertips over his mouth. His skin was sticky from the adhesive, and he managed a weak glare, shifting to prop himself up on his elbows. “This had better come off easily, y-you daft idiot.”
Vincent nervously chuckled, bunching up the used tape and tossing it aside. “It will! I’ll make sure it does.” He had no idea if that would hold true or not, but for his own sake, he prayed that it would. “Did you… enjoy that? God, you sounded so damn hot, Al… you have no fucking idea.”
Though he’d meant to just innocently check in on Alastor, his mind was already replaying the evening’s events. His dick was straining against the fabric of his briefs almost painfully.
“…Excuse me?”
Now, Vincent wasn’t sure how he expected Alastor to respond to what he said, but usually, he became flustered by compliments like that, rather than outright pissed. Even if he was being bratty. So the tone of his voice was jarring, and reeled his wandering mind back to focus on his partner’s irritation.
“What…? I just said you sounded…” And then he stopped what he was saying, as his eyes went wide in realization.
Alastor was red in the face, and Vincent knew right away, there was no explaining his way out of this. He pushed himself up, sitting up and looking at Vincent with a mixture of embarrassment, and genuine fury. “You could hear me…? That entire time? And didn’t say anything?” Alastor’s glare bore straight through Vincent, who only felt more terrified with every word, knowing he was caught red-handed.
Vincent hoped his cartoonish gulp was only audible in his own mind. “N-No, wait, listen! I didn’t think I’d be able to… I swear! I just didn’t want to… stop things, and…” he trailed off, his mouth going dry as he watched Alastor’s expression begin to shift.
And then Alastor reached out to the side, towards the nightstand, and grabbed the roll of duct tape. “I think I’d like to try this out for myself, now… It would be rather nice to shut you up for once.” An intimidating rip of the tape rang out, and he began to crawl towards Vincent, a wicked grin on his face. “It’s only fair... don’t you think, dear?”