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The sound of flirtatious giggles was followed by the creak of a door before it was slammed shut.
The smell of alcohol impregnated in their fabrics soon gave the whole room the undeniable sensation of rising heat, so in the blink of an eye, they were all over the place as the two clearly drunk men made their way to the bed; The springs squeaked by the sudden weight, but it wasn't even acknowledged.
The main focus was really on how, as soon as their bodies touched the bed, there was no need to say anything; they both knew what to do.
The soft, reddish sheets were already wrinkled and the room had only a warm lamp lit; the curtains were down, the windows closed and it smelled like roses from the scented candle that the owner forgot to turn off that morning; it was almost as if the room were inviting them to continue.
Vincent swallowed hard in anticipation as his hips were grabbed with an unusual amount of strength. Alastor wasted no time, pulling him closer, making him sit on his lap and holding him with a firm grip; the usual skin to skin slap echoed for a second before a groan eclipsed it.
A kiss as voracious as the bite of a predator was the starting move, combining the flavor of Alastor's strong drink with Vox's expensive wine that lingered on their breaths, and definitely remained on their tongues. Alastor's almost fang-like teeth pierced Vincent's lower lip, slightly peeling the skin and leaving small marks. And those to come.
The wet sound of their mouths and breathing was the only thing they knew at the moment, his brains still eclipsed by the alcohol so their movements were rather clumsy.
Vincent let out a gasp when the kiss ended, a thread of saliva connected his swollen lips with Alastor's, whose eyes sparkled in red under the darkness of the room. He looked hungry, determined, and above all, needy. Vincent's blood rushed down at the mere thought of what could happen next.
Ever since they met Alastor was dangerous enough to be attractive, mesmerizing and with that feeling of leaving you wanting more, the morbid desire of knowing what happens when there is no restraint whatsoever. Some onlookers ended up dead, but he was lucky enough to find himself helpless under his touch.
It was marvellous, actually; to find himself so undeniable at the mercy of a man he once thought was a stone in his path, now was more like the only thing person he wanted in every step of it. The grip on his back grew weaker as his collarbone was covered in kisses, Alastor losing it as the position made it harder for him to move as he wanted. Vincent fell backward onto the bed and Alastor on top of him, leaving the opportunity served on a silver platter.
"I think you already know where this is leading." Alastor murmured, his brown eyes looking straight into Vincent's opalites.
"... Yeah" he answered, feeling everything begin to take shape, a little scared by the implications.
Alastor chuckled slightly, already amused by how Vincent seemed so eager yet doubtful. He took his hand gently and brought it to his lips, leaving a soft kiss to try and soothe him.
"May I...?" He asked carefully.
As much as Vincent's trembling voice and shy demeneaor was hypnotizing to him, he would never allow himself to put his desires above the comfort of his beloved. Never.
The man under him seemed to take a few seconds to think it through, his eyes looking away trying to hide whatever they might let slide; one of his hands covering his mouth as he bit his finger. He wanted it, he needed it, but he knew it wasn't easy to be in the position he has found himself. It'll hurt, surely, and it'd be embarrassing to not be able to endure enough.
"I-..." His gaze went back to Alastor's. Despite all the hunger and how much he was clearly holding back, there was still a certain affection on it, and something in his eyes silently seemed to promise him it would all be okay. It'll be okay, actually; he wants this as much as Alastor does, after all. "... Please do it." He confirmed.
That was all Alastor needed to know.
With the green light, he had the free pass he was looking for, and soon enough his hands roamed all over Vincent's body. It wasn't that he could see with his hands, but touching him was a relief, a confirmation that everything he thought he would find was much better than he imagined.
He was slim yet his skin was firm, with enough muscle to be attractive yet delicate; his TV outfits were deceptive, he notices now. There was something even more exciting about knowing that the man who always tried so hard to appear so great and big in public would now allow him to see how small he really was. In every sense of the word.
Now, proceeding was merely intuitive. He caressed Vincent's entire body searching for the right spots and when his body trembled a little, he knew he had to stop and focus entirely in that area.
Who would have imagined that he was so sensitive on his chest?
Two fingers were making circles on his nipples, twitching them from time to time and pinching them slightly. Vincent just couldn't stay still when he did that, trembling as if he were dying of cold, when in reality he was so hot he was practically melting. Alastor's hot tongue brushed the one of them, gaining a quite loud high-pitched groan. He sucked on it slightly, biting carefully, just barely touching it with his teeth.
With one hand and mouth busy, his other hand had all the space needed to do whatever he wanted to, so as he continued to make Vincent squirm, he roamed the side of his body, slowly going from his chest to his hips, and with a smooth movement he grabbed his thigh, lifting his leg and placing it on his shoulder.
He stopped what he was doing and went firm again, wiping the saliva from his lip with a finger. He had teased enough.
Now that he was in a better position and Vincent was pretty much lost in his head, he took the upper hand, kneeling in the bed again, settling right into that gap between Vincent's legs, and the one he had on his shoulder being pushed towards the other's chest.
In that small space he had created, his companion was completely exposed and at his mercy. He wasted no time, lining up as much as was capable of, forcing Vincent to arch a little bit and in that second, his firm member was clashing against Vincent's entrance.
The pearly liquid that layed on the tip was all the lubricant they had for now, but he wasn't a savage; oh god no, he wasn't going to go all in and hurt his dear lover, he was just doing some foreplay.
He leaned closer and closer, forcing Vincent to stretch his leg even further until he was close enough, supporting his weight with both hands on the bed, he began to move.
It was gentle, almost slow but enough to make the other gasp, it was a foreign feeling after all. He was so hard yet he knew he couldn't rush things, one wrong move and he could hurt Vincent.
Meanwhile, Vincent muffled his gasps and moaned under his hand, lost in the heat and the mattress squeaks. He could feel Alastor already and for some reason he was so damn huge, he might faint at the mere thought of that thing having to be inside him. Wasn't it practically nearly impossible? If it happened, it had to be in some physically unimaginable way.
He could feel the friction working on him, making his heart beat faster and his gasps impossible to control, so when he felt Alastor moving faster by the second, he couldn't hold it anymore; the rush came in less than a second his body found its release.
He had to blink twice before realising what just had happened and when he did, his face went red in shame and looked away as Alastor's moves stopped. Fuck.
«You fucking idiot. You screw it! It was too soon...» he scolded himself. Little did he know that Alastor found it actually perfect.
It wasn't the most excellent thing in the world, but it would work. The thick liquid made it's way down to Vincent's entrance, and Alastor took the chance. One finger slowly went in, aided by the same viscous liquid that was still warm and fresh.
Vincent froze.
He lifted his head immediately to see what was going on, noticing how focused Alastor was on his mission and feeling his inner walls almost literally sucking up the digit.
"A-Al..." He mumbled "it feels weird-..."
"It's okay, it'll be fine" he soothed "you'll be fine. You know I wouldn't hurt you, right?"
Vincent, still kinda unsure, nodded.
Of course he would never hurt him! But that didn't change the fact that the foreign sensation was too much, and when another finger was inserted, he had to bite his already sore lip to have something to focus on. It was too much, but he knew it'll be good. Soon enough, it'll be wonderful.
The fingers seemed to move by themselves as if they were on their own, stretching the soft skin as much as they could they found an unexpected reaction that made Vincent let out a very audible moan and curl his toes, holding onto the sheets and messing up the bed.
Alastor noticed immediately.
"Uhm?" Alastor let in confusion "you like it here?" He asked, his fingers quickly rubbing the area again. Vincent nodded frenetically, all common sense leaving his body when a third finger went in and the three of them started to move in different ways on the same sensitive area.
He almost seemed to be drooling, as if his brain had been switched off. Alastor found it amusing.
He made sure to not let it go for too long anyway, as his own release had been postponed for so long and it was starting to get painful. Maybe it was time for the final act of the night.
With one movement all the digits got pulled out, leaving room for Alastor to finally slide in. Once the tip had passed the rim, the rest was practically easy as it slowly yet smoothly made its way as deep as it could. It was surprisingly easier than he thought it'd be, so he did a wonderful job for the first time. It immediately fed his ego.
Vox almost cried when his insides got filled. It was warm, it was deep and it was wonderful. He could feel his own body adapting to its guess, the rim being stretched in a way that hurt, but enough to be pleasurable and Alastor's length was pressing against all the right areas.
Alastor leaned on his arm, supporting the rest of his weight with his knees, and with his other hand, he intertwined his fingers with Vincent's.
"I'm going to move, okay?" Al said softly. Vincent nodded eagerly.
The rhythm was leisurely, slow, and a little clumsy at first; the sound made it more embarrassing than it should have been, but the pleasure increased just soon enough for them to not care at all. As he moved, Alastor left soft little kisses all over Vincent's face.
"You're doing good," he praised, leaving a small kiss on Vincent's sweaty forehead, fighting with his own breath and the need to move like a beast. "You're doing it perfectly"
The sweet little comments made everything better; he couldn't need anything more than the sweet words whispered in his ear, so he tangled his legs and arms on Alastor's torso; making it easier for him to go even deeper, if it was possible. That was interpreted as a signal to go faster.
At this point, the moans were practically impossible to hide and to be honest, none of them wanted to keep them low anyway. Vincent was holding onto Alastor like his life depended on it, scratching it like a cat. The sound of their skins collapsing seemed to be faster by the second and the headboard of the bed banged against the wall in time with their movements.
"Al... I'm- I have to-" he couldn't even finish his sentence, so lost in his primal senses.
"Do it. It's fine"
He couldn't hold it either anyway, he was forcing every muscle of his body to keep it up as he felt himself so tired yet so close to his climax.
Vincent, on the other hand; was already sensitive from his previous release he just trembled frenetically before he came again; his inner walls squeezing so damn hard on Alastor he knew he would finish in that exact second. He wanted to pull out, but his body was faster; staining all of Vincent's insides with his whitish warm liquid.
By the time they finished, everything was a mess.
Alastor didn't pull out immediately; there was no need now after all. He collapsed right next to his beloved, feeling his heartbeat practically on his throat and that familiar buzzing when everything was too quiet filled his ears, the only thing that felt real was Vincent's ragged breathing.
As the tiredness seemed to dissipate a little, his breathing sounded more normal, his lover's head positioned itself between his chest, and their legs tangled together. He ruffed Vincent's hair in that position, noticing how he fell asleep almost immediately. Well, it had been quite the night.
Anyway, maybe he should just sleep too, because tomorrow he'd have to clean up all the mess they made on his own, since his partner was clearly going to be... unable to help.