#kidding.

Something something about Alastor being sound and Vox being vision.

still working on the mattwill fic... um here!

Matt barely even reacts. He rubs his hand down over Will’s body, then it sticks it back under the hem of his shirt. He toys with the tip of his dick, makes Will go all jumpy and hot, and then lifts his hand toward Will’s face. “Spit for me?” That he bends like a question, like Will could ever deny him when Matt is touching him like this, letting Will be slutty like this.

The saliva rolls over his tongue, collects behind his teeth. He leans closer into Matt’s hand, nearly touches it with his bottom lip, before letting the spit drool from his mouth. The hand under his shirt twitches and Will makes a spitty, pathetic noise, hypersensitive to every single one of Matt’s touches.

“Jesus, okay,” Matt says. He slides the side of his hand over Will’s mouth, collecting the last drip of saliva, and reaches down for Will’s length again. Now, it’s wet and sticky and dirty and Will goes tense all over as Matt touches him. He wonders if Matt’s touching him how he touches himself, if Matt squeezes this tight and teases his own tip with his thumb. Maybe Will can get Matt to show him sometime.

Matt’s face moves across Will’s shoulder. His lips find the sensitive skin above the collar of his shirt, breath ruffling the hair falling across Will’s nape. “You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” he murmurs.