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Alastor’s smile turned into a toothy grin as one hand rubbed Vox’s shoulder and the other stroked the side of his face “You do know you’ll be stuck in a forever radio broadcast of terror and torment if you ever utter a word of this to anyone, right, my dear?”
Alastor didn’t have to confirm, Vox had no interest in ever sharing any of this with others. This side of Alastor was his and his alone – nobody else had the right to know The Radio Demon enjoyed fear and that being hunted for sport by Vox turned him on. That was for Vox and Vox alone.
“I know, Al. I wouldn’t dream of it. So, you want me to… hunt you down and pretend-rape you, then?” Vox tilted his head to the side, though the heat on his cheeks was obvious now.
“Yes, exactly. Make me fear for my life, and make it hurt.”
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Alastor and Vox do some consensual non-consent, with a bit of primal play and a hefty dose of cute, soft aftercare! Because everything I write of these fools turns to fluff eventually, even the filthy degenerate sex.
Series
- Part 6 of Crashing Wavelengths