Setting his drink down, Vox shifted them both, just a bit - keeping Alastor in his lap, he pulled the man's head to his shoulder, making it easier to make long, sensual strokes along Alastor's scalp and ears. His now free hand snaked around that skinny hip, rubbing at the base of the tail since Alastor was being so good to him.
Without thinking, Alastor groaned and shifted to straddle Vox's lap. He wrapped his arms around Vox's shoulders as he squirmed euphorically at the ear and tail stroking. He butted Vox's hands with his head in the process.
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