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“I’m not ever going to fuck you,” Alastor says, and Vincent almost cums in his pants.
And then there’s an eruption of pain and the impact is everything, everywhere, stars dancing, and one second he’s nowhere and the next he’s back in the kitchen, the tile cold and hard and hurting against his elbows. Oh, fuck, what the fuck, the pleasure courses through him in belated spikes that punch his breath out, fingertips gingerly touching his cheek where the pain sings.
Above him, Alastor sways in and out of focus, uncurling his fist and examining his hand, the back of it, the palm, fingers splayed, and then forming a fist again. “I can say I quite like the idea of hitting you, though.”
“Fuuuck yes.”
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