#bf!vox

The apartment was dark and quiet, as if no one was currently at home. Yet, the jackets were hanging lonely on the hangers, shoes were left on the floor messily, and an unfinished cup of tea on the kitchen table were adding more comfort to the empty flat. However, it looked as such only at the first glance; if you stepped further into the depth of the apartment, you would find a tiny room – a sound booth, with its door slightly open to let out some dim blue light.

"Jesus fucking Christ.." hisses and annoyed whispers would come out of the booth; your lover Vox was sitting at the desk in his office room, playing some games while you were sitting on his lap as his one and only source of comfort and kisses when he was losing. Just like at that moment, as another game wasn't turning to his favour leaving Vox to his own rage.

"Here you go, a consolation kiss for the best gamer." you giggled, wiggling on his thighs to leave butterfly kisses on Vox's ears and neck; his bad mood and annoyance going away immediately. However, having you right there, in Vox's loose T-shirt and mini-shorts exposing a delicious crease of your buttcheeks, Vox was getting weaker and weaker to the idea of a better "consolation prize", his long-desired sex fantasy to be fulfilled.

"I wish these pretty lips were sucking my cock instead.. please? Pretty please, babe?" the man mumbled in a cute way, two eyes focused on you with a pleading light in the golden irides. Leaving Vox's lap wasn't something you would normally fancy, but if that was in favor to end under the desk, right in between his legs to please him with your mouth? Oh dear, you would never miss such a chance.

"What's the magic word, hmm?" you splayed a mischievous tip of the tongue over the lower lip, eyeing Vox with that conceited flirtatious look. The sluggish movements of your small palms matched the rhythm of fluttering eyelashes, the fingertips stroking a showy tent underneath Vox's grey sweatpants. Not a grower but a shower, he always made your mouth water when wearing no underwear under those loose pants.

"Kindred, please..." the man's warm breath lingered somewhere under your jawline, echo reaching the ear in a purring vibration, full of plead. Your laugh was gentle as you took care not to lean your full weight against Vox's crotch, palms covering a hard bulge leaking through the clothes.

"Louder, babe, I can't hear you." feigning that you hadn't heard any of that feverish whisper, you smirked, knowing in advance what was coming next. Yet, that was the plan: to spur the excitement, to whet your lover's appetite. Vox's head dropped to the side, a dominant glimpse running through the irides of dangerous pink when a refined palm splayed on your buttcheek with a loud slap. A harsh, but still a careful enough smack landed on your ass; an encounter of the rough skin with the juicy round ended with an echo, muffled by the clothes and the silence of a booth. The contact caught you out of spite, the aftermath of that stinging hot as you whimpered clutching at your lover's neck.

"Stop fucking around and do what you're supposed to do, slut. I'm not gonna ask for it twice." Vox bared his teeth in a dazzling grin, a pair of sharp fangs reminding you of how desperate you wanted to have them sank in the softness of your neck, or the inner thigh preferably. He nodded toward his groin, encouraging you to get to work with a few more playful buttslaps. As your bratty side had left for then, making room for the ultimate sense of submissiveness, belonging to your man, you fell on your knees in front of Vox, who was watching you from above in his chair.

Not the slightest second was taken into mindless waiting, you took your rightful place under the desk, pulling Vox's sweatpants down to the ankles. Amused, the black and red haired man ruffled long hair, splaying his legs wider to give you full access to his cock – big, half-erected, waiting for the warmth of your pliant throat. How could you let such a delicate treat go unlicked, untouched, deprived of your love, especially when Vox needed it the most? Placing both palms on the man's tense upper thighs, you lay your head down on one, your cheek pressed to the hot skin as you stared at Vox with the sultriest expression. As your steady breath was tickling your lover's balls, you nuzzled into the base of his manhood, seeking for an approval to continue.

"Go on, Kindred. If you and your desk support help me to win the game, I'll make sure to treat you later in bed accordingly." Vox tucked an unruly strand of hair behind your ear, nails tapping across your cheekbone devilishly before he grabbed the controller back, pressing one button to start a new game. A pair of intense rose quatrz eyes were drawn back to the screen, lights dancing on Vox's concentrated face while the air under the desk was dark, dimming the blush on your red cheeks.

In a haste, running your moist tongue all along the palm to cover it with saliva lavishly, you planted a soft kiss on the man's v-line muscle while wrapping a hand around his cock. A sweet mouth never left the skin nibbling and sucking gently, barely enough to mark the ivoryness of it. A small thumb outlined one thick vein on the underside as you stroked the length in a sluggish manner; Vox closed his eyes for a fleeting second, his eyebrows frowned while he took in a sharp gasp of air.

A languid vibration was arising from the very core of Vox's body – you could feel it with your own tongue as it was drawing complicated lines on his stomach. Adjusting to the rhythm of kisses, you caressed the girth one more time, stopping at the base to pay some attention to his balls. Your head leaning down closer on its own, you rubbed the side of your head against Vox's cock looking up to watch him being displeased at the game, curses flying one after another from the dry lips.

"This guy's good at making me mad straight in the first round... Oh shut up, you fucking twat!" Vox grunted, fingers pressing the buttons aggressively when you fondled that sensitive spot at the base applying a wet smooch on the underside. "Yes.. That's good." a raspy whisper reached your ear. Avoiding the ruby leaking tip on purpose, you trailed the tongue down, tickling his sack, saliva dripping down to reach the leather surface of the chair. That coaxed a tiny spurt of precum to dribble from the tip, landing on your lover's navel but you were quick to clean it with your tongue. In the heat of the first round, Vox followed a distracting impulse to glance below, hips jerking immediately at the sight of his white seed painting your sinful mouth, some drops decorating your stuck-out tongue.

"Fuck...!" he groans, losing control for a moment.

0-1.

Not in Vox's favour, obviously.

Your lover paused the game for a moment, tossing the controller on the desk with a loud thud, his hands free to wrap around your neck softly.

"See what happens when you're slacking off, darling? Try harder, and we both will get what we want, do you understand?" one thumb pushed your moist lips parting them open, smearing the pearly white spend all over the lower lip. Vox's gaze guided you to his tip, encouraging to take it in; you wouldn't dare to disobey, not when your body was trembling surrendering to the man's hoarse order, your underwear getting soaking wet.

On your knees, already sore, and your wide-open cunning eyes you lapped some precursor to Vox's cum off the tip, savoring the bitter taste as you almost purred in delight. The man of demonic charm smirked, a guttural chuckle rolling through his entire body ending in his cock, vibrating against your lips. The controller returned back into his hands as Vox continued the game determined to win next round. Suckling the tip like the most delicate popsicle, you shut your eyes playing with a tiny slit with your devious tongue.

"Please, just keep going.." fingers smashing the buttons in a fast considerate pace, Vox breathed out, the pleasure plastered to his handsome face even through the veil of pure concentration and rage against the opponent. "Hmmghhh.." he bit back a luscious moan when you eased his dick into your mouth, the tongue trailing across his length to coat it with more saliva. Your mouth felt tight around him as you worked on your lover's hard member painfully slow, almost leisurely making Vox's thighs spasm upwards to meet every slick slide of his cock downwards.

Vox refused to look at you, eyes stuck to the bright screen instead. He knew for sure, if he had dared to pull the gaze of two pink irides lower, he would have lost the game completely as well as surrendered to the irresistible delirium of lust and come hardly had you started.

"Oh, you cunt!" he quaked, fighting for the long-awaited win in that round. "Yes, yes.. Just like that.." murmuring to you, or rather to himself, Vox was going on autopilot, knowing nothing except smashing the controller buttons and letting his cock get buried in his beloved one's skillful mouth. You dug your nails into his bare thighs, mind entirely blank but for the absolute hunger of your lover's dick and the will to bring him to a deserved win.

1-1.

Finally, a coveted point to Vox's score. Using a momentary pause to his own advantage, Vox aimed his piercing stare at you, his cock throbbing at the mere sight of it disappearing between your puffed, dark and damp lips stained with his own seed. Leaving a few headpats on the top of your head, the man cooed in the most loving yet assertive voice.

"That's my baby, you're doing so well.. Don't stop now, love." Vox ran a forefinger to dry a single tear in the corner of your eye as you took him deeper, the tip of Vox's dick hitting the back of your throat impossibly deep.

The air in the booth seemed hellish hot, the time had stopped but not the two of you. Vox was eager to get the final point, pure strength and roughness used against the controller as he was squeezing it in his tight hold, and you wished it was your throat instead. However, all you were left to do was bobbing your head up and down on his cock, faster and faster as you were swallowing it, jaws slackeking to adjust to the sheer girth and length.

"Fucking cunt.. Yes.. YES!" out of nowhere, Vox shouted; a cry mixed with a moan echoed in the booth when the game suddenly ended, two numbers of the score flashing on the screen.

2-1. Vox won.

Hands trembling, breath hitched and heavy, Vox threw the controller, his fingers finding their way directly to your hair to grasp it tight. Locking his hands on the back of it, the man pushed you onto his length, your nose pressed against his pubic mound. Tears filling the corners of your hazy eyes, you relaxed your throat as he was grinding his cock down its wet heat, shuddering here and there when his restless palms traveled down to feel the obvious bulge of your throat.

The booth fell into a passionate symphony of noises: you were gagging on Vox's dick, whimpering as your throat was being absolutely destroyed by your lover who kept on murmuring your name moaning out loud, his release closer and closer with each diligent sucking. Slurping it at the base, drool and precum falling down on the red carpet, you stared upon Vox under lowered eyelashes; that piercing gaze was the last drop for the man to give in and let everything out.

"Kindred, I.. Oh my fucking god..!" his cock twitching deep inside on you, he came with a strangled noise which ended in a soft whisper, calling your name one last time before his warm seed shot down your throat, some drops escaping from your mouth to soak on your neck and chest. However, you would never miss swallowing the rest of it whole, humming as you did so.

All competitiveness and anger were gone, giving in to a burst of gentleness and love overwhelming Vox. He pulled out, letting a relieved sigh before reaching for a tissue, to clean your messy face, all in tears and his own cum. Still on your knees, catching your breath, you let Vox stroke your face extremely gently as well as run his fingers to comb your messy, sticky hair. As your caring lover, he made sure to scoop you into his arms again, resting against the gaming chair.

"You know that you're the best thing that has ever happened in my life, right?" nuzzling into your cheek, the black and red haired man murmured, lips peppering quick kisses of gratitude and love.

"I can say the same about you." you giggled, all smiles because of his ticklish stubble, your arms around Vox's neck. The controller was left lying on the desk forloinly, the booth all quiet and dark. The main game was over, but not the one behind the bedroom's doors – the game, where just three rounds weren't enough; the game where Vox always won, fucking you into the bedsheets with so much vigor, earning a shameless moan in return.