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Chair springs creaked loudly as Alastor rolled his hips down, his hooves digging into the cushion as he tried to readjust slightly. His hand coming back, claws gripping into the skin of his plaything pulling a gargled moan through those damn annoying speakers. It wasn’t enough to break his concentration though, his mind too focused on the slight pain there was to Vox stretching him. The way each roll of his hips only pushed more of Vox’s seed up inside of him. His plaything had already came but the other knew the rules good enough by now: you do not touch or speak until Alastor got to cum as well.
The cold press of nails against his thigh pulled him away from his peak. Quick to swat it away before reaching back again, arching his back as he gripped the cushion. Changing the angle of his hips to roll down onto Vox’s length searching for his own prostate. The tip of Vox’s cock just barely pressed into that sensitive bundle of nerves before cool metallic claws grazed his thigh again, higher this time boldly moving towards his aching length.
Growling Alastor reached forward again, holding his weight up onto Vox’s knee. Grabbing Vox by the wrist pulling it high up into the air, summoning a thin tendril to wrap around it. Pinning it to the back of the couch, just for peace of him he did the same with Vox’s other arm, another small tendril coming to secure Vox’s arm to the arm of the chair.
“You know better.” Alastor mumbled.
Tipping his head back listening to the Pathetic whimpering coming from those speakers again. Vox’s body trembled from being overstimulated, forced to stay hard while for started back into a quicker pace. His hooves scooted back so he could properly bounce on Vox’s length. The knee he used to hold himself up started to shake more betheath his hold. It fluffed up his ego the way Vox became putty beneath his hands, all for him to use. Each roll of his hips pressed the tip of Vox’s thick cock into his prostate.
Soft moans slipping from his own mouth, mixing with the staticy noises that Vox was making. His cock started to fill out again, having gotten slightly soft when he had to restrain Vox’s hands. His peak was just on the verge of spilling. His cock leaking precum onto his plaything’s chest as he moved. Rubbing the swollen tip into the smooth skin of the other overlord. The dual stimulation pulled him closer over the edge, his breathing hitched in his throat, his hips stuttering in the way he rode Vox.
“A-Ala-”
“ Shut up .” Alastor interrupted, his brows pulling close together in annoyance, his hips stuttering.
“But Al-”
“I said!” Alastor leaned forward grabbing Vox by the neck with both hands. Leaning onto the balls of his hooves as he did so, his hips now moving down harder. Slamming himself down onto Vox’s length. “Shut! Up!”
Thumbs dug into the sides of Vox’s throat, effectively silencing the next bout of protest from the man. Seeing the way the face on the screen stuttered, eyes rolling back into a face head as Alastor cut off any chance for breath. Vox could no longer touch, no longer speak, sweat dripping down his skin as Alastor took the control that was rightfully his.
Lewd wet sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room. Cum leaked out of his abused hole as he rode Vox, leaning his head down against the edge of that ridiculous TV screen the other called a head. The conflicting feeling of warm static and that cool beveled edge soothed Alastor. Short labored breaths fogging up the screen slightly as he adjusted his grip to be less harsh, allowing Vox to draw in needy breaths of his own.
A loud groan from the younger demon had his hips faltering again. Vox’s hands twitching in his binds, the shaking of his legs only intensified as Alastor pressed down against Vox. His prostate felt abused in the harsh ways it was being striked over and over again. More pre cum gathered at the tip of his cock leaving a trail down Vox’s chest. But what finally pushed him over the edge was feeling a renewed warmth fill him.
Vox tensed below him, his cock twitching erratically inside of him as his ass slapped loudly against Vox’s balls with each bounce. The feeling of being filled with cum for the second time had his body stiffening. HIs back aching up into his plaything as he gave into the feeling of release. Ropes of cum shooting up Vox’s chest, painting his sternum and pecs in the pearlescent liquid. HIs release hit him full force, his vision whiting out as he ass gripped Vox’s length milking him for every last ounce of cum he had left.
His hands moved from Vox’s neck to his shoulders pushing him back into the couch as he continued to ride out his orgasm. His eyes closed as he tucked his chin down into his chest, panting as his hips slowly came to a grinding stop. More cum leaned down from his ass onto the chair they sat on, probably leaking down to make a mess on the floor. Slowly Alsator released his hold on Vox’s arms, slumping down into the man’s chest, careful not to lay in his own cum. His own thighs now trembled from all the effort they had gone through so he could find his own release.
Shamelessly his tail wagged as Vox’s arms were finally allowed to embrace him again. HIs ears flattering against his head as metallic clas soothed down his back, rubbing gently into his sore lower back. Easing him more into the other overlord’s chest. Their breathing slowly synced up with each other as they both came down from their highs.
“Alas–” Vox started again, but Alastor glanced up meeting the other’s gaze. Glaring at him Vox wisely took the hint. Leaning back into the chair pulling Alastor along with him. Claws still soothing over his back appreciating a rare moment of affection Alastor was in the mood to indulge in.