"What kind of man would I be if I left you wanting for more?" Vox buzzed in amusement, his free hand cupping Alastor's cheek. Fuck, he wanted to kiss him again.

Hey, he could just do that now.

Slowing their pace so they didn't knock teeth or squish Alastor's nose too much, the Overlord pulled his partner into a slow, steady, oddly patient kiss. He'd worked out a lot of his extra energy from dancing, seems like.