Eldritch Grin

Shakes him back and forth.

"Youse a silly lil' QUEER!"

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PLACES TO KISS .. ( send "reverse" to switch the sender + receiver roles )

sender kisses receiver's knuckles.

sender kisses receiver's cheek.

sender kisses receiver's lips.

sender kisses receiver's palm.

sender kisses receiver's temple.

sender kisses receiver's inner thighs.

sender kisses receiver's hair.

sender kisses receiver's shoulder.

sender kisses receiver's neck.

sender kisses receiver's knees.

sender kisses receiver's stomach.

sender kisses receiver's top of head.

sender kisses receiver's chest.

sender kisses receiver's upper back.

sender kisses receiver's foot.

sender kisses receiver's inner wrists.

sender kisses receiver's nose.

sender kisses receiver's forehead.

sender kisses receiver's fingertips.

sender kisses receiver's shoulder blade.

sender kisses receiver's lower back.

sender kisses receiver's outer thighs.

sender kisses receiver's sternum.

sender kisses receiver's collarbone.

sender kisses receiver's earlobe.

sender kisses receiver's forearm.

sender kisses receiver's chin.

REASONS TO KISS .. ( send "reverse" to switch the sender + receiver roles )

sender kisses receiver to say goodbye.

sender kisses receiver to say hello.

sender kisses receiver to say goodnight.

sender kisses receiver to say good morning.

sender kisses receiver to distract them.

sender kisses receiver to reassure them.

sender kisses receiver to initiate something further.

sender kisses receiver to shut them up.

sender kisses receiver to comfort them.

sender kisses receiver to say i love you.

sender kisses receiver to tease them.

sender kisses receiver to fluster them.

sender kisses receiver to congratulate them.

sender kisses receiver to give into them.

sender kisses receiver to surprise them.

sender kisses receiver to pretend they're in a relationship.

sender kisses receiver to show off for someone else.

sender kisses receiver to wish them luck.

SETTINGS TO KISS .. ( send "reverse" to switch the sender + receiver roles )

sender kisses receiver at a restaurant.

sender kisses receiver in the kitchen.

sender kisses receiver in a pool.

sender kisses receiver at a cafe.

sender kisses receiver at a party.

sender kisses receiver in the bedroom.

sender kisses receiver in a movie theatre.

sender kisses receiver in a car.

sender kisses receiver at a park.

sender kisses receiver in a club.

sender kisses receiver in an alleyway.

sender kisses receiver on the bus or train.

sender kisses receiver in a closet.

sender kisses receiver in a store isle.

sender kisses receiver in a parking lot.

sender kisses receiver in the woods.

sender kisses receiver at school.

sender kisses receiver at the bar.

sender kisses receiver at the beach.

sender kisses receiver in the ocean.

sender kisses receiver in the garage.

sender kisses receiver at work.

sender kisses receiver on a boat.

sender kisses receiver in a theatre.

sender kisses receiver in a tent.

sender kisses receiver in the bathroom.

sender kisses receiver in a motel suite.

sender kisses receiver in a hotel suite.

sender kisses receiver at a cabin.

sender kisses receiver in an office.

sender kisses receiver in the backyard.

sender kisses receiver on the porch.

sender kisses receiver in a secret or hidden place.

The Radio Demon only let his teeth catch on the other's claws a vit. Letting them scrap together.

"You made a face," Alastor batted his lashes cutely, as if he was an innocent cartoon deer. "Pinched and annoyed. I was merely fixing the problem,"

Vox rolled his eyes at Alastor's show of faux innocent, obviously not buying it even for a moment. He knew his rival well enough to be aware that the latter never did something out of the goodness of his heart. Each and every of his actions was dictated by what he could gain from it, either on the short-term or on the long one.

"Oh, yeah? Aren't you a helpful one!" The Media Overlord commented, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

Yet, when the stag settled himself in his lap, he didn't hesitate, arms instinctively coming to wrap themselves around the other's thin waist, itching to pull him closer to his chest, even if he didn't dare to do it.

"All these labels, it just seems unnecessary complicating to me," The stag admitted with a sigh. Charlie had been very patient when explaining all the labels and with his refusal to identify or accept any of them. "It's all just doing what feels good with who your interested in at the end of the day. Though Miss Morningstar was sad she wasn't able to give me a specific flag for my room door,"

He did allow her to hang a generic rainbow flag on his door for the month.

@eldritchgrin

"Hey!"

Vox manages to snatch the pin back before those jaws can close around it. And if his fingers get nipped by too sharp teeth in the process, well...Bleeding for Alastor is something he's extremely used to by now.

The Radio Demon only let his teeth catch on the other's claws a vit. Letting them scrap together.

"You made a face," Alastor batted his lashes cutely, as if he was an innocent cartoon deer. "Pinched and annoyed. I was merely fixing the problem,"

Pinches his nose. "M'not lettin' ya go until you stop."

"ALRIGHT ALRIGHT JEEZE I GOT NOTHIN' TA GIVE YA!"

"... So ya straight, right?"

"Looks like everyone's been usin' ya letter as a coaster, da'l'."

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏 ──── - ̗̀♡ @eldritchgrin

So all this time, he was trying to get away from him? No. There was regret on his face. He'd never seen Alastor like that before. Hold something back, yes, but not so openly show what turmoils were going on behind the wetness of his eyes. After a moment, Ani pushed himself up from the mattress. Just a little. His shoulders remained slumped and kept him at Alastor's level. He swallowed, watching the folds and ripples of their sheets grow blurry behind his own eyes. Seeing Alastor so anguished very well may have brought out his own tears, whether he knew the reasoning or not. This was his heart, his lover, his everything he couldn't believe existed in this world.

"... Why?" he finally spoke, "Why did'ja want this?" There had to have been a reason. Could Alastor be honest about it with him, now? He slipped to sit over the side of the bed and grabbed his shorts from where they draped over the bedpost at the foot of the bed. When he pulled them on, his hands went to his face.

Alastor. Dealing with demons.

And he created it, this chasm of space that existed in this moment between them.

He watched the other get partially dressed and get off the bed. Putting more distance between them. It made him clench his jaw tight. He understood why his decision with his soul stressed the other out, it was stressing him out. He felt strangely cold and slightly hollow. He knew she hadn't taken anything yet, but knowing that it wouldn't belong to him in the future, it was as if he could feel the hand already on his soul.

"It wasn't for anything in life, I have all I need here," Alastor started.

And it was true. He worked hard in life to get what he had. Ani had made it even better. The life they were making was exquisite, violent, fulfilling, and filled him with a love he barely could keep up with. It was so consuming and wonderful.

"But I know where a man like me is going when I die, and I want to continue having fun. I won't be made to fight for scraps ever again," His jaw was clenched softly, remembering a past he didn't talk about. A pain that that shaped him, a hate that molded him into something sharp and dangerous.

"So I traded my soul, a favour for demon, to be the most powerful sinner in Hell,"

Alastor wrapped the blanket around himself, pulling his knees up. He was a bit ashamed he had done this to his lover, even how it felt like a mistake. A buyer's remorse. But he didn't know if he would make a different choice if given the option.

"It changes nothing, just because in death my soul will belong to a demon, doesn't mean I'm not yours in every way, Ani,"

"So that's why your voice sounds familiar." She replied, satisfied that there was a reason why his voice was so recognizable. But the more time she spent with him, the more it made sense for him to be a radio host. He had the natural charisma and of course, the voice for radio.

"I think I did catch one promotion you were doing of our ballet. But that makes sense. Regardless, I really hope you enjoy our production of Carmen. It's my favorite ballet and our troupe worked tirelessly to breathe life into the story."

"Well dear, I'll confess I've never seen ballet before and I won't be watching with the most critical eye. But I'm very excited to see and enjoy my first one,"

Pain is delightful, Alastor relished in it. But it wasn't a need above all else with Ani. Intimacy of all kinds was deeply enjoyed, because this was deeper than anything he felt for someone else. He was seen, exposed, loved. The cannibal didn't have to hide anything in this relationship, so all his dark desires weren't focused just through sex. Ani had seen the darkest parts, had been to the cabin and didn't end up in an ice box.

Ani was so beautiful, his hair loose and curling around his shoulders. His fit body, lit by candle light, covered in scars that Alastor's hands knew and splattered with wet blood. Their were trails of spit from where he'd licked and tasted the blood from the other's skin.

His nails bit into the flesh of the Ani's arms as he squeezed around the fingers inside of him. Thrusting, stretching, and feeling his insides. His legs wrapped over the other's hips, wanting to pull him closer.

So sweet and polite. Ani's lips spread into a smile as Alastor bit him. He was being cruel, actually, wasting time with his fingers when absolutely zero space between them was what Alastor wanted. What they, wanted. Slipping his hand from Alastor's opening, he gripped his own painfully turgid girth instead, coated himself with the flowing blood off their bodies, and aligned himself with him. A deep breath shuddered as he allowed the grip of Alastor's legs around him to push him inside. He always needed that moment. A beat or two to process the initial sensation of the slip, the flutter of long lashes and momentary roll of eyes back into his shull.

How Alastor somehow knew how to hold him with every part of his body was beyond him, but never unappreciated. Unworshipped as he did now with loving strokes of his fingers up Alastor's wrapped thighs to encourage he slowly bottom out. Eyes closed and mouth agape, he stayed a moment as Alastor's teeth clamped his skin. Every time. He knew better, but only a single possible comparison came to mind.

Even when it was like this, just passion, just love and affection, it felt as good as sliding a knife into a a body and having blood and viscera slip down his hands. In between his fingers, all over him. It always felt so good with Ani. His thighs trembled in the others hands, and his hands held tightly on to the other's face as he felt every moment of taking the other inside. Alastor's teeth were sharp, as he bit at the the other's lips in between soft gasps.

It should feel blasphemous, the blood, the murder, the sex. Somewhere distant, he can almost remember a priest talking about fire, brimstone, and sin. But nothing about Ani feels like sin. He knew, that this was worship, this was love.

Alastor's arm's slid around the other's shoulders. Trying to pull the other down on top of him. It would embarrass him how wanton his voice was in the other's mouth if it was anyone else. But he was filled with desire, and he could feel the pleasure building in him.

"Ani, please, I’m not going to last,” He whined against the others mouth. He could feel his toes curling and his guts clenching with pleasure. His knees squeezed against the others hips. This was a high like no other. There was sex, and then there was this. This was something that just pull him apart at the seams.

Vox hadn't been expecting an answer to his objection and, in all honesty, he had hoped that Alastor wouldn't have argued with it. The matter was too complex and emotionally charged to be handled on this kind of night, when both their guards had dropped far too easily and when they both were craving something softer and easier.

So, he didn't even try to hide his relief when his rival didn't even bother to acknowledge his words and, instead, made himself comfortable on top of him. The weight of another body holding him down was reassuring and grounding, and knowing that it was Alastor, of all people, choosing to willingly share this sort of intimacy with him sent the TV demon's heart soaring.

"Yeah, I can regulate my body temperature. I felt like pushing it up a few degrees with it raining so hard outside," he answered, trying his best to sound casual. "I work best when my core is kept at the right temperature, so I came up with a way to make it happen."

He had done it almost without thinking, to help lulling himself into a more comfortable mood, but now he was extremely glad that he had done so on a whim, because the Radio Demon was obviously enjoying it. And if he got to boast about how clever he was in the process, well, that was an added bonus.

The silence the lulled into after was easily welcome. Vox would have been more than content to just lie there, holding a sleeping Alastor, while he went back to his work. It was an absurdly domestic fantasy to indulge into, but it didn't matter if it had stayed between them, right?

Then the question came and the Media Overlord found himself gaping at his rival, digital eyes wide and a hint of puzzlement in his expression, betraying how he was questioning if he had heard it wrong and, especially, if he should be worried about it being the hooking line of some nefarious plan.

Old habits died hard indeed.

"You want to...? For real? Fuck, that's..." The Media Overlord stuttered out, tripping on his own words and failing spectacularly at hiding how eager he was at the prospect.

Could he be more lame and pathetic? Probably not, but then again when was he not when it came to Alastor?

"I mean, you never need to ask for that, you can just go ahead and do it, but...yes," he finished, once he managed to collect himself. He brought his hands up, daring to reach out and scratch the base of the Radio Demon's ear with one, while the other cupped his rival's jaw. "Please?"

Had he settled all those complicated feelings inside of himself? The Complicated anger, possessiveness, affection, and other things he felt for Vox? Not at all.

But there was a kind of softness in Vox's response, his agreement to Alastor's request. The way the other's claws scratched at the base of his ear, and held his face gently. Those digital eyes stared up at him, inviting him in.

Vox had so much bravado, but in this moment there was this raw vulnerability. Something laid bare for the cannibal.

Alastor's nose bumped against Vox's screen. It had been a long time since he had kissed the surface of the other's face. He giggled softly, before remembering how to angle his face to line up their mouths. It was a chaste kiss.

Followed by several more.

He slipped his tongue softly into the other's mouth. Not agressive, not dominating, just affectionate and exploring. Inviting. He hummed lightly into the other's mouth, pleased with the feeling.

Kissing, that had always been something Alastor had enjoyed. And Vox was a good kisser. It gave him a pleasant feeling in his chest. It pulled at all those positive feelings he had for the other. The friendliness, the affection, the sweetness. The feeling of two mouths intertwining, wet and warm, while he was being held just right was excellent.

The pull back was with a giggle, a pleased giggle. He slid of the top of Vox, so they were laying side by side.

"I've always liked kissing you," His leg was still draped over the other's waist. Alastor's fingers reached up and unbuttoned a few of the buttons of his own shirt. "You're very good at it,"