The initial punch of fangs into his flesh sent a rush, but was something that Alastor expected - it was the way Vox's possessive signal washed over him, catching on his receptors, pulled a shuddering and gasping moan from the demon.
Alastor's heart was pounding... he could feel his pulse in the bite wound, in the tips of his ears, thrumming deep along with his signal transmitting that sensation of numbing, warm, buzzing static. The kind of static that made Al's skin prickle pleasantly...
What was this feeling? What... it was similar but so different, feeling it when he was mostly sane. Mostly.
If you asked him, they were the sanest they'd ever been, even then.
As Vox bit into a shoulder, his hands roamed, a demonstration of how things were done right, not by some clumsy-ass moth. His signal warmed further as a palm settled, made a deliberate stroke around the belly, but the other was occupied with a slow, firm drag of claws along the thigh.
He still couldn't believe it, being so close like this, touching him like this... why would he ruin it by being too grabby? Oh, to one day touch those ears... but he had a much better prize at Alastor's waistline. He wore it so well...
Everything was... for once, not something that made him feel overly aware. The touch, the sensation, the flood of Vox's signal and how it fluxuated from possessiveness to satisfaction. And it was strong... Alastor felt bathed in the sound of it, like he were standing at the top of the antenna of his radio tower as it broadcast at maximum power.
It was warm. The gentle caress over the baby inside of him, the pleasant sting of being marked by teeth, the indulgent drag of claws over his thigh... all of it made Alastor feel as though he were soaking into a warm bath. His own signal softened to a buzz, not unlike the buzz he'd made when he was drunk.
Bessie's voice picked up a gentle, bluesy tune with her next song - such a sad little irony. Alastor let out a breathy chuckle as the record player crooned, Love, oh love, oh careless love...
Should he make a little remark, elaborate his chuckle, explain the laugh? Normally he would, but for once, Alastor simply let himself be flooded, let himself be tired, even as he felt the energy in Vox building and ramping up. Hah - they never were on the same page until they were dancing. ...Was that the proverbial butterflies in the belly, or were those kicks...? No, no... they'd just seen those limbs within the day, they weren't quite big enough for that...
"You're not feeling any kicking, are you?" he asked anyway, idly watching his own blood seeping into the thick fabric of his holiday sweater - red darkening into more red.
"Mm-mm," he hummed in the negative, though he flexed his fingers just a little, deepening the touch in the hopes that he'd feel something. But it was too soon, right...? Couple more weeks or so...?
"Want to, though." His voice a low rumble, he couldn't help the low buzz of his own satisfaction. The bickering, the resistance, so many of their games back and forth were always a gas even when he was at his angriest, but... this...
He was a touchy guy, a product of his upbringing. Yet somehow he managed to crave, to starve still for something like lounging on a sofa while holding a loved one someone.
"Mmm," Alastor hummed, something that sounded close enough to an affirmative. Despite the pressure, despite being so tightly held, Alastor didn't seem to mind - he was still somewhat melting in his relaxation against Vox. Bessie's lovely voice, the pips and pops of vinyl... the warmth of the signal from Vox... something about it all made his body accept the fatigue it'd been fighting for a while too long.
"Bond with your child," he added in a comfortable murmur, shifting a little to take just a bit of the weight off of his hip and ending up almost curled against Vox, "they'll need that connection with their father..."
Something jangled in the back of his mind, that nagging concern with what he'd said, how he'd said it. But Vox instead filed it away for later. Speaking with his old friend was sometimes like stepping on a loaded minefield. If he spoke up now, he would put a knife in this moment. So he would let it lie... bury it for now, perhaps. ...Not like the hatchet, which was still very much NOT buried!
At least, that's what he liked to tell himself.
Yet as he shifted slightly, accommodated Alastor's new position, he let the memory of Velvette's exasperated scoff play in his thoughts.
He focused instead on the way the new position allowed him to brush an ear against his monitor. "Don't you worry- I've got plans on plans, Al."
He quietly chuckled. "I finally got to see 'em, and I'm hooked..."
But if you wanted to talk about being hooked, he could do this all night. The way he looked tonight was driving him crazy, even if he did choose to behave. He hadn't felt that proper 'giddy crazy' in a long, long time...
"Good... maybe it'll settle you down..." Alastor let out a small huff of air, not quite a laugh. One could hope - he doubted that Vox could ever be as good of a parent as Alastor's mother was, but he'd be lying if he thought that the man wouldn't at least be half decent if he was as attentive to the child as he used to be for Alastor.
Well... given the level of detail in the room, the level of attentive he still was. Creep... ♥
Maybe... it'd be civil enough, once the little one was born. They could bare teeth and growl, have a bit of fun wordplay... all while taking turns protecting and looking after their son or daughter...
The whirlwind of the day and the burden of pregnancy finally catching up with him, Alastor drifted off to sleep right there, resting his hand over where Vox's protective one held the bump and the air buzzing with their radio signals and the soft sound of Bessie, at least until the vinyl reached its end.
Vox's smile turned a little crooked, stifling a laugh. To speak now would only shatter the atmosphere, but he could throw in an 'exCUSE you??' later. Maybe tomorrow.
Because tonight he was comfy. Hell, perhaps on top of the world, as Alastor drifted off without further fuss on the touching. His heart wanted to leap into his throat as he felt a hand resting atop his own. Instead, it quickened and he shut his eyes, took a moment to slowly breathe his way through a rush that passed through him.
That's what being 'deep-down-in-the-gut happy' was like, right? Something like this? ...Something he could have, if but in secret...?
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Alastor's heart was pounding... he could feel his pulse in the bite wound, in the tips of his ears, thrumming deep along with his signal transmitting that sensation of numbing, warm, buzzing static. The kind of static that made Al's skin prickle pleasantly...
What was this feeling? What... it was similar but so different, feeling it when he was mostly sane. Mostly.
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As Vox bit into a shoulder, his hands roamed, a demonstration of how things were done right, not by some clumsy-ass moth. His signal warmed further as a palm settled, made a deliberate stroke around the belly, but the other was occupied with a slow, firm drag of claws along the thigh.
He still couldn't believe it, being so close like this, touching him like this... why would he ruin it by being too grabby? Oh, to one day touch those ears... but he had a much better prize at Alastor's waistline. He wore it so well...
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It was warm. The gentle caress over the baby inside of him, the pleasant sting of being marked by teeth, the indulgent drag of claws over his thigh... all of it made Alastor feel as though he were soaking into a warm bath. His own signal softened to a buzz, not unlike the buzz he'd made when he was drunk.
Bessie's voice picked up a gentle, bluesy tune with her next song - such a sad little irony. Alastor let out a breathy chuckle as the record player crooned, Love, oh love, oh careless love...
Should he make a little remark, elaborate his chuckle, explain the laugh? Normally he would, but for once, Alastor simply let himself be flooded, let himself be tired, even as he felt the energy in Vox building and ramping up. Hah - they never were on the same page until they were dancing. ...Was that the proverbial butterflies in the belly, or were those kicks...? No, no... they'd just seen those limbs within the day, they weren't quite big enough for that...
"You're not feeling any kicking, are you?" he asked anyway, idly watching his own blood seeping into the thick fabric of his holiday sweater - red darkening into more red.
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"Mm-mm," he hummed in the negative, though he flexed his fingers just a little, deepening the touch in the hopes that he'd feel something. But it was too soon, right...? Couple more weeks or so...?
"Want to, though." His voice a low rumble, he couldn't help the low buzz of his own satisfaction. The bickering, the resistance, so many of their games back and forth were always a gas even when he was at his angriest, but... this...
He was a touchy guy, a product of his upbringing. Yet somehow he managed to crave, to starve still for something like lounging on a sofa while holding
a loved onesomeone."...You'll tell me, yeah...?"
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"Bond with your child," he added in a comfortable murmur, shifting a little to take just a bit of the weight off of his hip and ending up almost curled against Vox, "they'll need that connection with their father..."
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At least, that's what he liked to tell himself.
Yet as he shifted slightly, accommodated Alastor's new position, he let the memory of Velvette's exasperated scoff play in his thoughts.
He focused instead on the way the new position allowed him to brush an ear against his monitor. "Don't you worry- I've got plans on plans, Al."
He quietly chuckled. "I finally got to see 'em, and I'm hooked..."
But if you wanted to talk about being hooked, he could do this all night. The way he looked tonight was driving him crazy, even if he did choose to behave. He hadn't felt that proper 'giddy crazy' in a long, long time...
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Well... given the level of detail in the room, the level of attentive he still was. Creep... ♥
Maybe... it'd be civil enough, once the little one was born. They could bare teeth and growl, have a bit of fun wordplay... all while taking turns protecting and looking after their son or daughter...
The whirlwind of the day and the burden of pregnancy finally catching up with him, Alastor drifted off to sleep right there, resting his hand over where Vox's protective one held the bump and the air buzzing with their radio signals and the soft sound of Bessie, at least until the vinyl reached its end.
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Vox's smile turned a little crooked, stifling a laugh. To speak now would only shatter the atmosphere, but he could throw in an 'exCUSE you??' later. Maybe tomorrow.
Because tonight he was comfy. Hell, perhaps on top of the world, as Alastor drifted off without further fuss on the touching. His heart wanted to leap into his throat as he felt a hand resting atop his own. Instead, it quickened and he shut his eyes, took a moment to slowly breathe his way through a rush that passed through him.
That's what being 'deep-down-in-the-gut happy' was like, right? Something like this? ...Something he could have, if but in secret...?
Don't mind if he does.