He could have been quick about it, but that hook at his tie may as well have been a set of fingers against his ribcage, his heart. Any tiny, microscopic inclination to pull away was smothered.
They could have had this. This. What went wrong? Where... he just couldn't... god, he-
The angle was a little odd, but that was okay. Without a word, he needed to break the kiss for just a moment to readjust, lips still touching before he was back in. Warmer, this time, just one more. Vox felt that ache, a familiar pang and a momentary tight clench in his throat and he shut down that prior thought. For as tense and as awkward as the other demon was, that faint press was enough to send his stomach into a little freefall.
Like it was the 50s again. Like they'd just been dancing all night again, and the whiskey was fresh on the tongue.
Vox hadn't moved when Alastor pulled away. It took him a second before, as the thread of electricity slowly faded between his antennae, the hems of his closed eyes almost sluggishly began to reopen.
"...Huh?..." It was a soft thought aloud. Reward. Reward, that's... right, he'd been taking things seriously, so. Tit for tat. An exchange. A transaction.
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They could have had this. This. What went wrong? Where... he just couldn't... god, he-
The angle was a little odd, but that was okay. Without a word, he needed to break the kiss for just a moment to readjust, lips still touching before he was back in. Warmer, this time, just one more. Vox felt that ache, a familiar pang and a momentary tight clench in his throat and he shut down that prior thought. For as tense and as awkward as the other demon was, that faint press was enough to send his stomach into a little freefall.
Like it was the 50s again. Like they'd just been dancing all night again, and the whiskey was fresh on the tongue.
Vox hadn't moved when Alastor pulled away. It took him a second before, as the thread of electricity slowly faded between his antennae, the hems of his closed eyes almost sluggishly began to reopen.
"...Huh?..." It was a soft thought aloud. Reward. Reward, that's... right, he'd been taking things seriously, so. Tit for tat. An exchange. A transaction.
That's how it was with the Dealmaker.