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Alastor woke up first. He could feel Vox pressed right against him and he couldn't help but run his hands along Vox’s back as he pulled him impossibly closer. They had a lot of fun yesterday and ended the day with them drinking and watching movies together.
Halfway through their third movie, Vox began to doze off and so Alastor brought him to bed. He cleaned up a bit and then joined his boyfriend in bed. It was clear that Alastor could hold his liquor way better than Vox, but Vox is also a little stick. As Alastor continued to rub Vox's he could feel his boyfriend start to stir.
Alastor pressed a kiss to Vox's cheek, and got out of the bed. He made his way to the kitchen, filling a glass with ice and water and then he grabbed some Tylenol. He returned back to his room to see Vox rubbing his eyes grumpily.
“It's fuckin’ bright.” Vox muttered before pulling the blankets over his head. It wasn't bright, but Vox has a hangover so Alastor can forgive him.
“Vox, Dear, I brought you some medication.” Alastor placed the cup of water and pills next to Vox's glasses. “I got to go into town today and get some groceries. Would you like to come with me or do you want your friends?” Alastor pulled the blanket down a bit to catch a peek at Vox's dark hair. It was a complete mess, but it made Alastor smile genuinely.
He was completely enamoured by Vox afterall.
“I suppose. I need to get some… tighter clothes.” Vox sounded incredibly shy and buried himself deeper into the sheets.
“Why? I thought all your clothes fit you? Are you losing weight?” Alastor asked, alarmed. They've been working so hard to make Vox gain weight in the first place.
“Ah… uh... well…” Vox mumbled into the blankets a bit before he pushed the sheets down. “They're… growing.” Vox whispered.
“What?” Alastor tilted his head.
“My… chest.”
Alastor stared at Vox blankly for a moment. “Oh!” Alastor sat back and grabbed the water and medication off the nightstand. “Yeah, we can get you some compression sports bras.”
Vox's face turned a bright red. “What? How-” He took the medication and water from Alastor a bit hesitantly. “How did you know what I needed?”
“Well…” Alastor's face flushed a bit. “After we started dating, I took it upon myself to research a bit… just to see how I could help you. I was looking at different boxers that would work with pads, different bras that could help, different men's clothing with different cuts.”
“You… researched.” Vox repeated as he popped the pills into his mouth and took a huge gulp. He pulled the cup back down and wiped his lips a bit before handing the cup to Alastor.
Alastor put the cup back on the nightstand before continuing. “Yes, well, I was worried to say the least. I've only dated one person before and that relationship didn't end well, so it's in my best interest to make sure I do everything right with you. I want you to be mine forever, Vox. Not even death would bring us apart.”
Vox dried his lips once more before tugging Alastor into a gentle kiss. Once they separated, he rested his head against Alastor's. “You're amazing. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Alastor whispered back.
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“What happened between you and your ex?” Vox asked as he grabbed a roast, examining it carefully. “You don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable, it just… didn't seem to end well.”
“It didn't.” Alastor shrugged as he extended the basket towards Vox. Vox put the roast in and grabbed Alastor's free hand, walking with him. “She wanted a life I didn't. She wanted kids, to move to a different city, for me to enlist in the military, she wanted things I couldn't supply. We simply wanted two different lives. I was hoping one day maybe we could come to a compromise, but she kept pushing and pushing. Mind you, I never liked to kiss her or anything like that. She accused me of being gay, that I was attracted to her, that I secretly hated her for not giving her the life she deserves.”
Vox’s brows furrowed a bit as he listened to Alastor.
“She wanted to move in almost immediately and start trying for kids, but as you know, I'm very against kids. I wouldn't have minded her moving in, but she rearranged my entire house to fit her ideologies. Even got rid of pictures that were dear to me. I kicked her out, and shortly after that I had Mimzy move in. Despite all her parties, she did help me restore my house to what you see now.” Alastor huffed a sigh. “Our breakup was rather messy, as you can imagine. She called the radio station for days just to yell at me. It was quite the scandal and hard to explain.”
“I'm sorry. It sounded like she was a pretty bad partner.” Vox pressed a gentle kiss to Alastor's knuckles. “I hope she's moved on and found the life she was looking for.”
“I'm sure she did.” Alastor stopped and examined the milk with narrowed eyes. “Is the milk expiring?”
“Uh, yes.”
Alastor grabbed a jug of milk before turning back to Vox. “I wanted to be very clear about my expectations because of her.”
“Well, luckily for you, I'm pretty much on the same boat.” Vox shrugged. “I don't like change all that much and I find kids too whiny and annoying.”
“You are perfect.” Alastor chuckled. “Always so sweet.”
Vox's face turned a bright red as he looked away. “You're such a flatterer.” Vox mumbled. “You don't need to complement me.”
“Oh, but I fear I simply must!” Alastor draped along Vox's back. “You deserve to hear how gorgeous you are, how smart, how memorizing, and how kind you are.”