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The place was filled with warm intoxicating air, gently soothing Vanta’s body as he looked around in his own tipsy state. The people around were hanging out, talking about topics he could barely tune into at this point, playing games and listening to music that had faded into the background about half an hour ago. Vanta had started to feel a bit bored a while back, simply relishing in the silence and the comfort of his chair, when suddenly a body appeared on him, sitting down sideways on his lap.
“Hey Vanta, how are you doing?” a deep and velvety voice rang next to his ear, catching his attention despite the hazed state. Soon enough he saw a head of dark hair with red streaks and bright yellow-pink eyes looking down at him in a caring manner. The demon had put his arm around Vanta’s back to steady himself, but also as an act of support, because he’d been worried — seeing as Vanta was unusually quiet.
“Oh, hey Vox… I’m okay, just a bit tired, I guess.”
“Mm, yeah, I get that. Do you wanna leave? Maybe go rest up somewhere?” Vox’s words sounded more like a suggestion than just a question, perhaps even an offer to accompany Vanta to go and find a bed.
“Maybe not yet, I’m honestly just chilling right now.” Vanta looked back at everyone else enjoying themselves, unintentionally leaning his head onto Vox’s chest in his own drowsiness. Vox let him, not flinching away, instead sliding his hand into Vanta’s hair without thinking much of it.
“Alright, but if something, let me know.”
“Hm.” Vanta nodded.
Minutes later, Vox still hadn’t moved from his spot, using Vanta as personal seating like it meant nothing. It probably didn’t, just bros being bros or whatever, Vanta would’ve probably done the same under influence. He technically was, but instead he was on the other end of it this time. The snug feeling between them had spread to Vanta’s fingertips, now curled around Vox’s waist. The former tyrant nuzzled into the other’s collarbone, basically half-asleep as Vox’s hand lightly tugged at his hairstrands. Breathing slightly slower, more relaxed, he felt himself slipping away, struggling to keep his eyes open. A moment passed before he was nudged from the side.
“Hey, Vanta, I think we should find you a place to lie down. Somewhere more comfortable so you can rest.”
Vanta, in response, squeezed Vox’s waist, “I’m comfortable here…”
Vox huffed from amusement, “I doubt the chair would be very comfortable if you were to fall asleep on it. Come on, let’s find the bedroom. I’ll come with you.”
The warmth suddenly lifted off of Vanta’s legs, leaving the sudden onslaught of chilling cold to seep in through the fabric of his pants. He let out a rough sound before standing up, helped by Vox’s arm, still circling his back in order to steady them. Once ready, they headed upstairs, zigzagging across groups of people who still had enough energy to stay at the party.
Eventually, after having opened multiple doors in Lazulight’s house and failing, they found the guest bedroom. Vanta stepped in first, flopping onto the bed, ready to give in to his exhaustion. However, before he could allow himself to do as such, he spun to look back at Vox, still in the doorway, quite obviously sleepy himself.
“Thank you for helping me get here. Will you be okay by yourself?”
“Yeah, no worries, I—” he yawned, “—got it.”
They stared at each other for a few seconds in irony before the man yawned again. Vanta raised an eyebrow and Vox stood still, as if reconsidering. A moment passed before he finally closed the door and plopped down next to Vanta, sighing as his back hit the mattress. He turned to Vanta with a neutral expression, “Well, goodnight Vanta.”
Vanta nodded once, “Night, Vox.”
Then, he finally closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep.
About an hour went by before Vox decided that he wasn’t able to sleep. Sure, he’d laid down initially because he felt tired as hell, and yet whenever he’d tried to seriously rest up, it’s like all of his senses woke back up. He’d resorted to simply staring at the ceiling through the dim light coming from the window.
Then, Vanta bumped into his arm. Vox immediately checked if the man had woken up, which appeared not to be the case. He moved his arm above Vanta’s head to make sure he wouldn’t be pressed up too hard against it, before Vanta moved closer again, cuddling up to Vox as he did downstairs. Vox reached out, shifting them into a more comfortable position.
Vanta nuzzled in more over time, unintentionally taking the chance every time Vox opened access. Vox didn’t mind, leaning down to rest his chin on Vanta’s head in return. Which could’ve meant nothing, again.
At some point, Vanta started twitching a bit, being extra active with his movements, until he accidentally hit Vox in the face with the back of his palm. Nothing serious or too painful, regardless, the surprised stir from the demon managed to shake Vanta awake. He cracked open an eye, not having registered their positions right away.
“Oh shit, did I hit you..?” he whispered, not yet moving his limbs.
“Yeah, but it’s alright, just surprised me a bit. You can go back to sleep.”
“Oh man, sorry… How long has it been?” Vanta started to feel his fatigue fade as he processed the situation. The hand on his shoulder and his cheek pressed against Vox’s chest suddenly made things more apparent.
“About an hour. Haven’t really looked at the time since we came here.”
“Did you sleep at all?” Vanta ignored the slightly electric feeling in his arm where Vox’s palm held him and reached for the button on Vox’s shirt, fiddling with it for no reason.
Vox shook his head, not even looking down at Vanta’s hand as he put his own free one next to it, ever so slightly touching it with the pads of his fingers, “Nope, wasn’t able to.”
Without intending to, Vanta undid the button, opening up Vox’s shirt enough to expose his chest a tad. He immediately looked away and up at Vox’s face.
“Man, I’m sorry, I’m sure you need it, based on how you were when we left downstairs…”
Vox’s gaze finally traveled down, though only for a split moment before going back.
“I’ll be fine, but you should still get some rest though, if you can.” he gently grasped Vanta’s pinky finger, immediately letting go when Vanta pulled away, only for the other to slide his hand under his shirt and put it on his waist.
“Can’t anymore, feeling a bit too awake now.” he rubbed the spot in soft motion, watching as Vox froze momentarily and then settled into their position again.
The demon simply exhaled in response and they fell silent, neither focusing on each other nor stopping the touches.
After a while, Vanta tried to reach under Vox and put his other hand under Vox’s shirt as well, signaling to him to turn over. Vox did, climbing over Vanta, embracing him from the top and nuzzling into his neck as he let Vanta roam the skin on his back without issue. Just for comfort, of course.
That turned into an attempt to unbutton Vanta’s shirt as well, just to make sure the buttons wouldn’t press into him too uncomfortably while Vox was on top of him. Along with the light massage, to smoothen any sore spots Vanta might’ve sustained throughout the day. Kisses to his chest to reassure Vanta and to check if his heartbeat was steady, even if it was beating somewhat faster than usual.
Vanta sighed as the kisses went lower, just to cheer him up. Vox also tried to make him relax more by placing his head on Vanta’s inner thigh, putting his forearm under, to be in a more comfortable pose. It was intended in a friendly manner to free Vanta of those tight pants of his as well, disregarding the way his nerves spiked when he took care of the zipper and Vanta almost placed his hand over his. Neglecting the feeling when he slid Vanta’s pants off of him, only to return to his spot on Vanta’s now bare thigh.
It wasn’t at all bothersome when he went to touch the other inner thigh, or when his fingers slid to the waistband of Vanta’s boxers and lodged themselves the tiniest bit under, ‘cause the pressure felt nice. It wasn’t strange when his fingers went lower, and when he watched how Vanta nodded without complaint, until the undergarment was stripped off him as well.
Vox stared at the naked skin, any coherent thoughts having been crammed into the back of his mind as they were completely useless at the moment. Vanta didn’t even budge, not attempting to make a comment on their situation at all whilst trying to keep his expression still. Because this wasn’t anything to overreact for, just Vox face-to-face with his penis. Nothing reaction-worthy at all.
All of a sudden, Vox felt sober, lifting himself off of Vanta and standing up from the bed. He turned towards the door, about to walk off, before he was grabbed by Vanta.
“Vox, did something happen?” Vanta asked, completely genuine with the way his voice rang of clueless worry. Vox felt a buzzing feeling where they touched, but rotated back to Vanta anyway.
“Please, stay…” Vanta wasn’t sure himself where the desperation came from, but judging by the way Vox’s solemn face switched to a mix of defeat and relaxation, he wasn’t going to question it.
They laid back down, one naked, the other still fully clothed, even if disheveled. Vox paused for a moment to reassess himself, still not having processed a single thing that had happened in the past thirty minutes, and yet he accepted the hug when Vanta opened his arms up, holding on to dear life.
They woke up almost the same as they went to sleep, limbs touching, Vanta bottomless and Vox’s shirt slightly open. Vanta felt the headache settle in immediately, despite the fact he hadn’t drank as much the night before. Vox apparently wasn’t much different in that regard, his hand shooting up to touch his forehead as soon as his eyes opened.
They scanned the room and each other, “We should leave.”
Vanta nodded, sitting up on the bed after a stretch and a deep exhale. The worry set in when he remembered Vox’s expression from yesterday, unable to block out the way it suddenly turned uncertain at one point, most likely for valid reasons of course, but it was still somewhat nerve-racking.
Vox picked up Vanta’s underwear and pants off the floor and brought it over, gently handing them out to him. Vanta took the clothes, slipping them on when Vox grabbed his shirt, buttoning it up.
“Hey— you don’t have to do that.” Vanta stopped him, concerned if Vox was doing this out of his own volition or because he felt bad. Vox ignored him, continuing to do the buttons until he was done half way, stopping before he got to the lower part. He separated from Vanta.
“I’ll uh… I’ll go find Elira and Finana and thank them for letting us stay over. Meet you at the front door?”
“Uh, sure.” Vanta shrugged and watched as Vox walked out the room, finishing up with dressing himself.
Soon after getting to the front door, Vox appeared next to him, and they walked out. Once the doors closed and they started leaving, Vanta’s questions finally left his brain.
“Did they say anything?”
“About us? Not really, apparently Elira knew we went somewhere upstairs, but left us to it, since she noticed you were a bit tired yesterday.”
“Oh… okay.”
Vox’s house wasn’t too far from Lazulight’s, so they’d decided to head there.
“How’s your headache, by the way?” Vanta questioned again.
“It’s… well, it’s not that bad. You?”
“Mostly fine.”
The silence stretched until they appeared on the street Vox lived at. They hadn’t even really looked at each other throughout the walk, especially Vox at Vanta. The pit in Vanta’s stomach wouldn’t get any better as they reached Vox’s doorstep.
Just about as the demon unlocked the door and turned to say goodbye to Vanta, the former tyrant decided he’d had enough.
“Why did you button my shirt earlier?”
Vox’s eyes widened, the question stumping him so much he forgot to fully open the door. Abandoning the doorknob, his gaze went over Vanta’s face rapidly, as if he hadn’t decided himself yet why.
“And why did you stop halfway.”
It took another moment of quiet before Vox grounded himself to answer, “I wasn’t sure.”
Well, if that wasn’t an even more confusing answer, truly.
“I wasn’t sure if I…should.”
“Did yesterday feel weird for you?”
Vox sighed, “...No, but at one point I felt like… maybe I shouldn’t be doing this when we weren’t sober.”
“Oh… I, uh… Does that mean that you… What does that mean actually?” Vanta gave up on figuring it out himself when his head started to pulsate like someone had hit him there with a hammer.
“Well… I don’t know. If you hadn’t been drunk yesterday, would you have allowed me to take your pants off.”
Vanta thought about it. Yesterday, for the most part, it didn’t feel like anything to be bothered by, up until Vox got off of him. If it happened in a scenario where they weren’t out of their minds and under the influence… What if it happened right now?
Vox watched Vanta’s face morph through several emotions as he went over the idea, fighting his own nervous system telling him to rush inside the house and slam the door before he could hear any response that could ruin this more than it already might’ve been.
Upon reaching a conclusion, Vanta decided he needed a quick follow up on that, “In a strictly platonic sense?”
“...”
“..?”
“Is that even possible?”
“I don’t know??”
“...”
“..?”
“...No, not strictly platonic.”
“Then…yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
“...”
“...”
The two stared at each other like they didn’t know whether they should both bury themselves underground and never speak of this again or whether to go inside Vox’s house.
“I have one more question.”
“What.”
“Is that the entire reason you got off of me yesterday?”
The time stopped momentarily before resuming.
“Yes.”
“Honest?”
“Yes.”
“Honest and completely sure on your end?”
“Yes, Vanta.”
…
“Wanna go inside?”
“Sure.”
They ended up on Vox’s couch, talking more about the whole ordeal.
“So… was yesterday a spontaneous decision?”
“What do you mean?” Vox asked, somewhat frustrated at the questions and yet simultaneously hoping they’d both just open up fully.
“Well, I was asleep, and then I randomly woke up in your arms, and it went down from there. I don’t even understand how we got to the part when you started kissing my chest, if I’m being honest.”
“Well, at the moment I thought you approved of it.”
“I did… do… I’m just trying to understand what caused yesterday to go down.”
“Well,” Vox attempted to recall the sequence of events, “at some point in your sleep, you bumped into my arm, and I wanted to make sure you were comfortable, so I moved it away. You kept getting closer, so I decided to just wrap my arm around you because… I don’t know, why not? Why did you caress my bare back?”
“Honestly, I have no clue. I was playing with your shirt and after a while, I just… got annoyed with it…”
“Annoyed with my shirt?” Vox raised an eyebrow.
“Maybe. Especially after I accidentally undid the button. Just didn't wanna deal with it anymore.”
“...Were you trying to rid me of my shirt?” Vox sounded both amused and baffled.
“I don’t know! God, I was so out of it. Why did you kiss my chest?”
“For reassurance?”
“For what??”
“Bro to bro communication?”
“Do bros regularly kiss each other’s bodies??”
“They might not, but neither do they unbutton each other’s shirts and then do all that so I guess I wasn’t trying to act that way anymore.”
Vanta paused, somewhat flabbergasted.
“Fair. So would you have done that if I hadn’t undone your button?”
“Vanta, I think we’re asking the wrong questions here.”
It didn’t click for a second. Vanta felt his cheeks warm up when it finally did. Vox was right, they had to stop playing around, because all these partial questions wouldn’t get the answer they wanted.
“S-so… what do we do?”
“I say we go and try again sober.”
“...Fuck, okay.” Vanta sounded quite exasperated at the thought.
…
“But…”
“Hm?”
“What if we don’t like it?”
“Then we can forget about it and promise to each other to try and not get to the point of undressing each other next time we hang out drunk.” simple fix from Vox, truly.
“Sounds…okay, I guess.”
“What?”
“Later.”
They’d gone to the bedroom without sparing a second thought for the remaining things undecided. They quickly laid down, getting back to where they left it yesterday, perhaps even a tad bit eagerly. It hadn’t taken too long to get out of their clothes or to settle on the bed, but the feeling of both being completely naked this time was still way different to the vibe of the night before. Everything was so much more apparent and real, fever dream or not, seeing Vox red and pushing through it to reenact the previous evening, whilst treating Vanta softer than ever made Vanta feel like bursting out of himself, landing him on the easiest pathway to a hard-on. Vox, being himself, couldn’t not comment on it.
“You know, I didn’t see this yesterday.”
“I was trying not to think about it.”
“Why?”
“I think I was also scared I wasn't supposed to.”
Vox nodded once before letting his hand glide near the area instead of shying away from it again. Vanta felt taunted and excited at the same time. Vox stared at where his own hand was momentarily and instantly got warmer. His eyes moved to Vanta’s chest, where he’d broken through the strictly platonic barrier yesterday. The memory stuck out enough to remind him of the exhilarating feeling of his lips meeting with Vanta’s abdomen, eliciting an almost-moan from him. Vox replayed the moment in his head until he felt the urge to do it all over again, going on top of Vanta and kissing every part that mattered at the moment.
Vox’s mouth left a trail of hot spots across Vanta’s torso. For each peck going lower, Vanta squirmed just a bit more, anticipation piling in on itself. Except, compared to earlier, Vox went lower, kissing Vanta’s inner thigh and maybe a little too close to the part he avoided last time.
“Oh my— Vox, Jesus…” Vanta’s vocals squeezed as his blush deepened. He covered his face with his hand.
“I haven’t even touched it yet, bro.”
“Do not call me that right now.” Vanta peeked from behind his palm.
Vox looked like he had to recalculate his next words. He reached out and took Vanta’s hand into his, “I’ll get to it soon, Vanta.”
“...Okay...” that did not help ground Vanta, actually.
Vox finished up with his uncontrollable urge to torture himself and Vanta in a game of building the other up more than he could handle and put Vanta’s leg over his shoulder, cuddling up to it a bit more before finally staring down at the most noticable part. He forcefully exhaled the remaining nerves and took a hold of it, to which Vanta reacted immediately by jolting.
“—Shit, now you touched it.”
“Yeah.” Vox said flatly, still trying to ignore his own system exploding somewhere in the background. He felt a twitch in his palm and immediately felt like burying his face in Vanta’s thigh again, before he would stop being able to manage everything himself. Instead, he slid his hand up and down once, and Vanta arched forward, moaning.
“This is insane.”
Vox hummed, not disagreeing, “It’s quite warm to the touch.”
“I feel like it’s on fire.”
Vox hadn’t had as much practice in sucking someone off, but looking at Vanta, he probably hadn’t been on the receiving end of it much either. He went up and down again, disregarding everything else as he lined himself up with Vanta’s cock. He went in, but stopped right as his lips touched the tip, which had already been enough for Vanta to almost jump out of his skin anyway. Finally, he opened his mouth and went down.
The feeling of an object so full was weird, especially combined with the warmth and it being someone else’s skin. He went slowly first, familiarizing himself with it, and Vanta couldn’t even ask for more because he was gone the moment Vox looked like he was going to do it the first time. Nothing has felt real enough until this point, and now, with Vox right in between his legs and using his serving grace to pull Vanta’s soul out of him, he suddenly felt a lot closer to the sky than ever.
Vox dragged his tongue over the underside of it, to which Vanta’s fingers went into Vox’s hair and gripped before easing out. Wouldn’t want to pull on Vox’s scalp so much he’d end up without anything attached to it anymore. Vox made a noise at the short, slightly painful sensation, it only vibrating around Vanta’s penis as a reward.
A minute passed and Vanta already wasn’t sure he could genuinely do this anymore. With all the things that lead up to this point, he was honestly ready to let himself go quite a while ago, but after Vox went down on him, it’s like time slowed down instead. It was nice for a while, but the frustration between pleasure and release was getting a bit much.
“Vox, could you go a bit faster?” he croaked out, petting Vox’s hair to get his attention.
Vox perked up and nodded, doing as he was told. Despite the expected change, Vanta instantly felt more present again, thighs pressing against Vox’s head tighter.
It didn’t take long before Vanta felt the fullness try and leave, to which he promptly warned Vox.
“I won’t last much longer.”
Vox temporarily slid off before going back, quickly saying something with his swollen lips, “Then don’t.”
Vanta finally went over the edge, emptying out into Vox. Part of it ended up being swallowed by the demon, part of it on Vanta and part of it on the sheets. No big issue, neither of them minded. He caressed Vanta’s hips and kissed where Vanta’s torso connected with his legs before he was pulled up to Vanta’s eye level. The former tyrant grabbed his waist and watched Vox as if he was the most beautiful thing on planet Earth. In the spur of the moment, he cupped Vox’s cheek and brought him down, kissing him on the mouth.
That was one thing Vox hadn’t anticipated, separating with a new blush staining his cheeks and his pupils wider than any other time within the past twenty-four hours. The two looked at each other before Vanta felt the stiff muscle press against his leg.
“Vox, lay down on the bed.”
“What?”
“Just do it.”
So he did, getting off Vanta and positioning himself on his side on the mattress. Vanta’s gaze followed along Vox’s body before he came closer and kissed him again. His hand traveled down to Vox’s cock and he started jerking him off. Vox jumped back at the unexpected action.
“Vanta, you don’t have to—”
“I want to.”
He pressed his lips against Vox’s again, to which he responded by wrapping his arms around Vanta’s neck this time.
Vanta’s hand bopped up and down in steady pace, eliciting all kinds of sounds from Vox, mostly heavy breathing. In the midst of their make out, Vox managed to say, “Your hand feels nice.” and Vanta sped up as soon as he registered it.
Moments later, after squirming in Vanta’s hold and a bit of suffocation from how hard Vox pressed them both together, Vanta’s hand and the sheets were stained white for the second time.
The two laid together, still in the same embrace as they panted in each other’s directions.
Vanta broke the silence first, “Was that okay?”
Vox nodded without hesitation, “I’d ask you to do it again if I could handle it right now.”
“Well shit… Gotta save it for next time.”
A silent agreement fell upon them. Next time.
“So, should we be figuring this out right now?” Vanta questioned, suddenly remembering that this wasn’t really a regular activity for them.
“I don’t know, but we can think about it later when we’ve showered and dressed. I want to cuddle more.”
Vanta chuckled, “No objections there.”
They’d taken about ten more minutes before finally leaving the bed and going to the shower, where they almost got each other off again, if Vanta’s headache hadn’t shone through during their second kissing session. After washing and changing the sheets, they went back to the living room and simply talked.
“I’m going to say something first and tell you that while I still don’t understand yesterday, I want to do this again.” now, being able to think clearer about it compared to the post-sex bliss, the answer hadn’t changed much for Vanta.
“Yeah, me too.”
“Do we like… call this something?”
“Don’t know, do you want to?”
“I don’t know. Is there anyone else you’d be willing to do this with?” Vanta wasn’t sure if this had been the right question to ask, however…
…
“No, not really.”
“Okay, me neither.”
“Okay.”
They stared at each other quietly for a bit longer before Vanta climbed over to get closer. He stopped to see if Vox would do anything to get away, but he stayed still, unmoving. Vanta kissed him. Vox returned it.
“Definitely more than friends.”
“Yep.” Vox said like it was nothing, but it still felt like something anyway.
“Do we wait a bit more tho?”
“I don’t know. Boyfriends?”
Gears rotated in Vanta’s head.
“I like it.”
“Then let’s go with that. Okay?”
“Okay.”
They didn’t speak anymore, deciding to spend the rest of the day cuddled up on the couch and wasting time by doing mundane whatever-boyfriends-do things.