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Vox really hadn’t expected the king to be so… clingy.
Not exactly in the emotional sense like Vox could be, but quite literally in the physical sense.
Anytime he could be he was plastered against Vox’s side, hanging off his arm, or draped over his lap.
He’d noticed he was like that sometimes with Alastor, but since Alastor was… Alastor and had his particularities about being touched, he didn’t see it much.
However, Vox had been pretty clear he didn’t mind being touched. Liked it even.
Which meant Lucifer had been just a little closer than usual for most of dinner. His chair scooted just closer to him so their legs were touching. Just enough it was noticeable.
“No, no- But seriously!” Vox said, mostly talking in Alastor’s direction. He tended to monopolise the attention whenever he could, it’s what he did. “God I mean it was a mess. I don’t know what kind of writers Val has been hiring but it’s- it’s a total mess. No that’s not it- I do know what kind of writers, what I don’t know is what happened to the original writers.” He waved a hand, cutting off his rambling to go back to eating his food. “He’s changing things just to piss me off I swear!”
He didn’t miss the way that Lucifer seemed to lean into him, pushing his leg against his.
It was subtle but something Vox picked up on. It’s something you had to do as an actor, you analyze body language to be able to replicate it.
It left a warm feeling in Vox’s chest to see just how taken the king seemed with him. Looking at Vox the way he’d seen him look at Alastor.
And as much as Vox enjoyed the adoration, it still confused him.
He still didn’t understand how Lucifer didn’t hate him. He should.
Sure, the same could probably be said about him and Alastor, but they had a history, a foundation that was built upon obsession and oddly unconditional love in a way.
So… what? Was there even an explanation?
Half a year ago he had tortured the king and now he was comfortable confiding in him about his absent wife and looking at him with genuine affection.
Vox would chalk it up to something being wrong with him. Because there certainly was something wrong with that one.
He’d give the same explanation to why he’d let himself fall to the same trap. Something wrong with him too. He knew that damn well.
When he heard Alastor laugh in response to something he said, Vox realised he felt something he hadn’t really felt in a long time.
He felt loved. Loved by people he loved.
Something he didn’t know if he had ever felt.
Maybe he didn’t need to worry about why right now.
He could simply appreciate this while his brain would allow it.
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Vox only noticed his door opening because of the sudden light in his otherwise dark room.
Nowadays he’s been relegated to statistics and overviewing scripts. Oh how far he’d fallen from being the face of Voxtech. The face of the Vs. One of the most powerful sinners. The most powerful.
He turned his music down and spun around. “Hello?” He asked. Lucifer was standing at the open door.
“Wow it’s dark in here.” He said. “Uh, sorry- you didn’t respond when I knocked so I just let myself in.” He swayed with the words as he spoke them, gesturing to the door.
“It’s all good.” Vox insisted. “Whatever brings you to my office, your majesty?” He grinned.
Lucifer shrugged sheepishly, climbing into Vox’s lap instead of explaining.
Vox laughed slightly. “Don’t you like- have a job?” He asked, allowing Lucifer to curl up in his lap like it was the most natural thing. Like a weird cat. He was actually shockingly dense- literally. How did he fly like that? Shouldn’t he have hollow bones or something?
He was like a bee.
Well, not really, considering bees don’t have any bones. They’re insects, they have exoskeletons. Right? Wait why were they fuzzy if they had exoskeletons? How does that work- damnit now he’d have to research bees and he’d get distracted and-
“Not really. I don’t exactly add anything to this whole thing.” Lucifer said, snapping him from his thoughts, voice muffled by Vox’s shirt.
Vox didn’t know what to say to that. “Well, even if you don’t, I do.” He spun around to get back to the computer, taking Lucifer with him. “No matter how boring it is.” He grumbled.
Lucifer just huffed, clinging to him. “Oh do you want… me to leave?” He asked.
“Nah, you can stay.” He told him. Contrary to what popular belief may be, this kind of attention wasn’t something he got often, he really did enjoy just casual physical touch as a form of affection but Val actually wasn’t all that touchy- well unless it was a means to an end if you will. Lucifer was clingy, a solid, calming weight against him. It was nice.
He’s thought that about a lot of things lately. Things were nice.
“What are you doing?” Lucifer asked after about an hour. It was still early.
Vox shook his head. “Fucking stocks. Nothing interesting.” He grumbled. “I never get to do anything interesting anymore.” It was true. That’s why he had the vvikipidia page for bees open on a different tab. He was starting to go stir crazy honestly. Nothing interesting, nothing new. Things were nice, but also, quite monotonous.
Lucifer hummed. “You keep saying that.”
“Do I?” At this point Vox forgot a lot of the things he said. He said a lot of things. Said a lot of things that meant nothing.
Lucifer nodded. “You know… maybe you should consider… getting involved with stuff again, going out, doing things!”
“You’re one to talk there.” Vox told him.
“I know what I’m talking about.” Lucifer corrected. “Wallowing doesn’t help, sometimes you just have to force yourself to do something.”
“I am not wallowing star.” Vox insisted. “It’s not that I don’t want to do things, it’s that I can’t. I mean, what do you think would happen if I showed my face in public right now? Or ever for that matter.”
“I don’t think we’d need to worry about that.” Lucifer grinned.
Vox sighed. “Not to be that guy- but you can’t hurt sinners, and my power is largely based on my social standing which makes me basically powerless right now- I mean, I’m lucky the souls I own are enough that I still have a mouth.”
“I- wait what was that?”
“It’s-” He sighed. “My mouth- it’s like- it’s technically magic- like a pocket dimension or something- so it’s linked to my power, which is linked to my social standing. Thankfully it’s also linked to my overlord status- which I still technically have, even if only in terms of soul contracts.” He explained, having to delete what he was typing and rewrite it because he’d replaced words with the ones he was saying.
“Huh. So that’s what it is. I was wondering.” Lucifer waved a hand. “No. Not the point. We may not be able to do anything, but I think we both know Alastor would absolutely fuck up anyone who messes with you.”
“Debateable.” Vox hummed with a tinge of bitterness. “But it’s not like I can just take him everywhere I go anyways, not sure he’d be too happy about being my personal guard dog either.”
“That’s not what I said. And if you don’t go anywhere you can’t take him anywhere.”
“I get what you’re trying to say but also that makes no sense.” Vox told him.
“That makes no sense.”
Vox waved him off. “Yes it does.”
“Sure.” Lucifer said, throwing his legs over the arm of the chair and conjuring a ball of yarn with a puff of pink smoke. Not beating the cat allegations.
“You crochet?” Vox asked when he noticed the crochet hook Lucifer had.
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. I mean, I do most things.” He said. “I’m surprised, most people confuse crochet and knitting.” Lucifer smiled.
“Haven’t done it in a long time, but when I was young, my grandma taught me. Doubt I remember anything that would matter though.” He admitted, going back to work. “What are you making?” He asked absently.
“What do you think I’m making Blue?” Yeah, yellow yarn, checked out.
He hummed, letting them fall back into comfortable silence.
But Vox didn’t really like silence. It bothered him.
“Why don’t you hate me?” Vox couldn’t help asking. Right, because that’s better than silence? Right, right.
“What?”
“I mean, after everything I did- how… how are you sitting here, happy to be with me- like you fucking care about me.”
“I do care.” Lucifer tilted his head with wide, worried eyes. He said it like it was the most obvious thing. So sincere it almost hurt.
“Yeah, why?” Vox insisted.
“I…” Lucifer hesitated. “Because I feel like I’ve been where you are- were-” He told him. “I know what it’s like to oppose heaven- even if you were doing it for drastically different and insane reasons- I know what it’s like to be left behind… Abandoned…” Lucifer’s crocheting sped up as he spoke, getting more aggressive.
“So you pity me.” Vox concluded.
“No. I… I feel like I understand you. In- in a way.” He said. “I mean- you’re- weird so I certainly can’t say I fully understand you, but, your team turned on you, just like heaven turned on me. The love of your life- or afterlife- abandoned you, I’m… still working through that one…” Lucifer wrapped the yarn around his finger where his ring used to be. Oh.
Used to be. He wasn’t wearing it anymore- Vox hadn’t noticed that. He must have taken it off sometime in the last few days after they talked.
Something about him still referring to Lilith as the love of his life stung in a way it shouldn’t have. Of course Vox wasn’t the love of his life. Nor Alastor. He’d been married to Lilith for millenia, of course she was the love of his life.
Although he supposed Lucifer could feel similarly about referring to Alastor as the love of Vox’s life.
They were both fucked up in their own ways- all three of them really.
That. That’s what set them apart. Vox had gotten Alastor back. Lucifer… wasn’t getting Lilith back.
“Anyways, even if it wasn’t for all that, I just can’t… I don’t have the energy to hold grudges. Can’t really be bothered to anymore. It's… tiring.”
“I guess… but even then how does that end up with us… here?”
Lucifer smacked his lips. “Honesty?” He asked.
“Would be nice.”
“There was something about the… the...” Lucifer rolled his hand.
“The?” Vox pushed.
“There’s a word, I’m looking for the word.” Lucifer told him. “Words aren’t being nice.” He complained. “The courage? No that’s not it. Ah! The audacity it had to take to do everything you did. You know, the like, it was fucking stupid do not get me wrong, but you set your sights on something and you went for it! Nothing would stop you- and I mean- hah! even just the sheer power!” He admitted.
Vox simply nodded along, thoroughly enjoying the admiration and compliments.
“You overpowered me! I mean, kinda. It was a dirty trick and an asshole move- and you’re still an absolute and total asshole for that by the way- but it was clever! I’ll admit, you’re clever- stupid but clever.” He rambled. “I don’t know- even without your powers, the way you can collect and entice a crowd! For insane reasons but you can certainly captivate an audience!”
“It’s starting to feel like the insults are outweighing the compliments.” Vox told him.
“Whatever, what I’m trying to say is I like you- damn I already said that, uh- I mean, after everything you’re plenty happy to cuddle up with Alastor even after everything so I guess it’s like that- certainly not to your fucked up and obsessive level but you know, same concept.” He waved him off, going back to his duck.
“Right, right.” He hummed. He… still didn’t know what to do with that. Yeah. He didn’t know why he asked really because he had no idea how to process the answer.
He didn’t know how to process anything anymore, did he?
Well, “Anymore” implied he ever did. He wasn’t sure that was the case.
Back to silence. All good. Nothing wrong with that at all. Vox can totally deal with silence.
It was… somehow the silence wasn’t as bad as he was used to it being.
Work was… it was work. It still is, always was. He used to be able to just lose himself in it, for a long time, work was all he ever knew. Or at least it felt like it sometimes.
He was always busy. Constantly working to get ahead, going for the next big thing. He didn’t stop to take breaks, he couldn’t. You don’t get anywhere if you take breaks.
And now… now he didn’t know what he was working towards. He didn’t even know what he was doing anymore.
Voxtech wasn’t his anymore, Voxtech wasn’t even Voxtech anymore. He… Vox wasn’t who he used to be. Not quite. But he was always changing wasn’t he? Always adjusting.
But this had been the one constant. Work. Even as everything changed around him he had his ambition, to do something new, something bigger. It’s what allowed him to change along with the world.
And now, he’d lost everything, he’d get nowhere, but he was still clinging to work.
He couldn’t help it.
He clung to work like he clung to Alastor.
Maybe he wasn’t so good about change.
Vox hummed. “I guess that’s it.” He said, filling out the spreadsheet. And oh wasn’t that a thought. The mighty media demon, reduced to inventory spreadsheets. “Alright do you-” He cut himself off. “Are…” He was asleep. The king of hell asleep in his lap.
Maybe he wasn’t reduced. Or maybe it wasn’t all bad. He had the king of hell asleep in his lap. That was certainly its own kind of power.
He hadn’t lost anything. Simply… traded up. A new prospect. Voxtech might not be his anymore, but the king was.
That right there was power.
He didn’t need a company. Hell, he didn’t even need a platform. He could figure this shit out couldn’t he?
And sure, maybe he loved the idiot. Didn’t mean there wasn’t power in it for him. There was always something in it for him.
And that something in it for him is why he gently took the half finished crochet project from his hands and placed it on the desk.
He really didn’t know why he was still trying to rationalize this. It wasn’t a lack of acceptance. Just what it was. The way he was maybe.
So he put something on in the background to watch while he let Lucifer sleep, picking something at random.
Lucifer had absolutely no right looking so adorable. The Devil had no right being as adorable as he is.
He was so irreparablelly fucked.
There was a sense of calm seeing how comfortable Lucifer was with him.
He had no reason to be. Vox still didn’t understand how he just… how anything really. After everything he did?
He didn’t deserve this.
It was an odd thought for him, he’d always been the type of person who thought he deserved anything and everything, but he guessed that’s what ego death will do to someone. Probably.
Lucifer looked so peaceful in his sleep. He was so expressive at all times. Easy to read. Such a contrast to Alastor.
Vox didn’t know how he ended up falling in love with both of them. Somehow such opposites.
He and Lucifer were so similar really, he was right about that. But that meant Alastor had a pattern. He and Lucifer were two sides of the same coin, playing out the same events backwards.
And somehow they ended up in the same place anyway. Maybe it was events aligning as they were supposed to somehow. Something meant to be. As what is is supposed to be they end up in love with the same man and find each other while they work through it.
Or something like that. He was just fucking rambling at this point. Something something fate something something.
Or maybe they were just two idiots finding comfort in each other as their emotionally repressed boyfriend worked through his shit.
More likely that. Probably that.
A knock on the door snapped him from his thoughts. “Vox?” Alastor called. “Are you… going to come to dinner?” He asked.
“Oh, yeah, yeah.” He said, sure to direct his voice away from Lucifer. “One minute.”
“Right, I’ll go check on Lucifer hmm?”
He nudged Lucifer softly. “Oh, he’s with me.” He told Alastor. “Lu.” He nudged him again.
“Is he now?” Alastor asked.
“Mhm.” He nudged him again. “Lu.”
“Well I guess that’s one less stop for me.”
“Mm, good morning sunshine.” He said as Lucifer blinked his eyes open, tapping him on the face. He still had half a mind to hate how gentle his smile was. Just a little.
Lucifer grumbled and batted Vox’s hand away. “Sorry.” His voice was rough with sleep. Vox had to resist the urge to kiss him on the forehead- for some reason. That was way too cutesy and intimate. And he was going to pointedly avoid questioning why this was suddenly something he wanted to do after very intentionally avoiding any form of emotional intimacy for his entire existence.
“Dinner Lu. It’s time for dinner.”
“Okay.” He wrapped his arms around Vox’s neck.
“What are you doing?” He asked through a laugh.
“You’re carrying me.” He said confidently.
“I am not carrying you.” Vox laughed.
“Well then I guess we’re staying here.” Lucifer said firmly.
“Fine.” Vox conceded, looping his arms under the king’s small frame. “If you insist my king.”
“Hush.” He insisted as he stood up.
Vox stopped at the door. “I can’t open the door if I’m carrying you dumbass, open the door.” Lucifer grumbled but let go enough to open the door. Vox hummed in approval.
Alastor gave them a look as Vox walked through the door before pointedly looking away.
“You are shockingly heavy for how tiny you are.” Vox told him, dropping him a little less than gently in his chair.
“Wow, rude.”
“I thought you’d have hollow bones or something.” He shrugged, stretching his back. He’d been sitting down all day to the point where once he cracked his back his spine forgot how to be a spine for a moment.
“So, you two have been awfully close lately.” Alastor noted.
“I mean, yeah?” Vox agreed. “I mean, we’re in a relationship aren’t we?” He took a bite of his curry.
“We should probably talk about that shouldn’t we?” Lucifer mentioned.
“Talk about what?” Vox knew kinda what he meant but that was the one thing he was actively avoiding at the moment. Actually one of many things he was avoiding. When did he start doing that?
Lucifer gestured vaguely as he chewed. “This whole… thing, yeah? I mean this is- all three of us now.”
“Wasn’t it always?”
“Well- it was more like, both of us dating Alastor or uh, like, whatever was going on, and now it’s more of a like,” He gestured around in a circle around them. “Thing, yeah?”
Alastor hummed and saved Vox from responding. “I do suppose you’re right.” Alastor commented. “Of course hmm? It makes perfect sense doesn’t it? With how similar you two are, you’re perfect for each other. It’s good, it’s good that you’re getting along. Wouldn’t want any infighting now would we?” He tapped his spoon on the side of his bowl. “I’m simply glad the two of you haven't devolved to fighting over me. Impressive for that one.” He pointed to Vox.
“Excuse you prick.” Vox growled with a playful lilt.
“Oh please Vox, don’t act like you didn’t want to.” Alastor dismissed.
Vox couldn’t exactly argue with that. He did in fact have a few schemes in the works at the beginning. In the beginning.
“What?” Lucifer asked when Vox said nothing.
“Oh don’t even you set up this whole thing relying on my jealousy.” Vox shrugged.
“I did do that.” He admitted.
Vox sighed. “Whatever.” He hummed.
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Once he was done with his food Lucifer took no time climbing back into Vox’s lap the moment he could.
“Well aren’t you clingy.” He said teasingly.
“He really is, isn't he?” Alastor agreed. “Although now it’s been redirected to you.”
Lucifer rubbed his face against his chest. “And you let me.” He did.
“What are you doing?” He laughed.
“Itchy.” Lucifer grumbled.
“For the king of hell you really are a weird guy, anybody ever mention that?”
“Once or twice.” He mumbled, nudging against Vox’s chest almost aggressively.
“It’s like you’re trying to get under my skin.” He giggled, threading a hand through Lucifer’s hair. “You know, if you wanted to get inside of me all you have to do is ask.” He said lowly, tugging on his hair slightly to get Lucifer to look at him.
Lucifer let out a startled laugh while he watched Alastor roll his eyes from the corner of his vision, but it was fond.
“Is that so?” Lucifer asked with a grin, wasting no time to start fiddling with the first few buttons on Vox’s shirt.
“Ask and you shall receive your majesty.” He assured.
“It’s always something with you.” Alastor huffed, leaning in to place a kiss to the casing of Vox’s screen. It seemed like his way of silently saying he wanted to be included.
“You know it Al.” He tilted his head at Alastor.
“Well, I do hope you two can be bothered to take this to bed.” He dragged a finger down the side of Vox’s screen as he walked away, making him shiver.
“I guess I can work with that.” Vox lamented, scooping up Lucifer again. “Dwoop.” He hummed, spinning around with Lucifer in his arms. Vox’s gentle smile from Lucifer’s laughter turned into a more of a grin as he pinned Lucifer to the bed with a rush. “Now, where were we?” He asked, voice low.
“The table?” Lucifer quipped back innocently without missing a beat.
Vox pushed him against the mattress with a kiss before he could laugh. “Shut up.” He whispered against his lips between harsh kisses, voice breathy with restrained laughter. It was raw and all consuming as he pressed the small king against the mattress sliding his hands under his sweater and along his soft skin.
But Lucifer was fast, grabbing at Vox’s shoulders with surprising strength to flip them over, ending up with Vox pinned below him, panting for breath as it had been knocked out of him. Vox could have sworn he saw red flicker in his eyes when he did, grinning down at him. “I don’t think so.” He said with a bit of warning in his tone. His movements harsh but intentional as he slotted a knee between Vox’s thighs.
Fuck he loved Lucifer, he couldn’t possibly deny how absolutely hot the show of strength was. For as much as Lucifer spoke of Vox’s power he certainly wasn’t lacking for it himself. A reminder that this was the king of hell he was dealing with. That he was the king of hell and it was Vox who had the luxury of being under him. “Really?” He teased back. “Oh-ho and you have a plan to do something about it don’t you?” His voice was breathy and heavy.
“I do.” He agreed, picking at the buttons of Vox’s shirt and pressing his knee more firmly against Vox, sending a wave of pleasure across Vox’s body, torn between spreading his legs to give him better access or trapping his leg there to be sure he didn’t move. He settled on gripping his waist instead while he pushed Vox’s shirt the rest of the way off, grazing his gills as he did. “Go on V, he’s waiting.” Lucifer hummed, pulling back ever so slightly and tapping Vox’s chest.
Even the gentle taps sent ripples across his skin as he scooted back to where Alastor held out his arm, melting into his hold despite mourning the loss of Lucifer between his legs. “I’m quite enjoying your little unabashedly desperate display actually.” He hummed with the familiar indifference he often held even as he placed another gentle kiss to the side of Vox’s screen.
Vox whined when Alastor traced over the gills on his neck, only stoking the fire beneath his skin that had been building from Lucifer’s teasing.
Well, it wasn’t exactly teasing, but Vox never claimed to be a patient man. Well, not when he meant it at least.
He was careful when he turned to kiss Alastor, just to give himself something to do. It was much gentler than how he’d kissed Lucifer, but no less passionate still as Alastor placed fluttering kisses across Vox’s mouth.
“Oh you two are a sight.” Lucifer practically purred, drawing his finger down the line of his chest, the feather light touch making him shiver.
“You said you had a plan?” Vox teased, growing more impatient by the moment. An unspoken plea hidden behind a taunt.
Lucifer simply crawled over him, bypassing him to give Alastor a similarly gentle kiss in vast contrast to how harshly he returned his knee against Vox. Bracing his hand against his chest.
It was harsh, but Vox still bucked his hips into it, already desperate, accepting the slight pain alongside the pleasure. “Mmha- fuck.” He groaned.
“So entirely impatient.” Alastor chastised his desperation, his tone only making Vox whine slightly. Alastor trailed his free hand across Lucifer’s chest. “Although Lucifer doesn’t seem to be fairing all that much better, he’s simply trying harder hmm?” He mused, speaking like it was simple gossip.
Lucifer tried to repress a shiver as Alastor slipped his hand under his sweater, nudging it up slightly revealing porcelain skin. Lucifer took the hint, slipping out of his sweater and letting Alastor set it aside.
“Decadent the two of you, really.” Alastor said, voice ever so slightly rough as he brushed a hand over Lucifer’s chest, careful as he passed over his waistband, fingers tracing ever so slightly over where he was already straining the fabric of his pants.
With nothing to do but watch, Vox noticed the way his muscles tensed just slightly as he had to hold himself back from leaning into the light touch, the subtle catch in his breath.
But Alastor pulled his hand away, choosing to go back to leaning against Vox, simply gesturing for them to continue instead.
Vox hummed. “Luce…” He intoned, taking the upper hand when it was presented to him. “Come on now Lu.” He insisted after a moment when he didn’t take the bait, thumbing at his waistband.
“Needy, needy.” Lucifer teased with a smile, leaning back down to kiss him, plastering his body against Vox’s in the process. “Well lucky you, I have what you need.” He felt him smile against his skin.
“Yes you certainly do.” He allowed his hand to trail inward, all too carefully cupping his bulge between them. “Yes you do.”
He felt more than saw Alastor roll his eyes at that exchange.
Lucifer caught it though. “Shut up.” He insisted, pulling away from Vox just enough to place gentle kisses to his chest, gentle enough to make him shiver.
“I didn’t say anything.” Alastor defended, still not without sass.
“You’re being mean and it’s distracting.” Lucifer insisted, his slightly teasing tone muffled slightly against Vox’s skin.
“Of course Sire, wouldn’t want to distract you.” Alastor feigned agreement, but there was a hint of bitterness that Vox safely filed under ‘If Alastor ever decides to talk about his fucking feelings.’
He turned to kiss Alastor again to try and fight whatever that bitterness was about, letting it be slow and gentle, even as Lucifer made him gasp as he moved his fluttering kisses downwards to the sensitive skin of his stomach. “Shit, Lucifer.” He huffed as Alastor tugged at the edge of his screen to pull him closer.
He felt Lucifer smile against his skin as he ran his hands down his sides to slowly pull his pants off. Alastor held firm though, darting his tongue out to lick at Vox’s mouth with a kind of greed Vox wasn’t used to from him.
Not that he was complaining, not in the slightest.
By god he needs to get himself in check, his entire body felt like there was fire beneath his skin. He really could have sworn he didn’t used to be this sensitive.
Lucifer hummed as he ran his thumbs slightly over his hips. “Always needy.” Vox could hear the smile in his voice even before he looked back to him.
He had to admire just how pretty Lucifer looked there between his thighs, something determined about his expression.
“You keep saying that and then not doing anything about it.” Vox teased despite how tense his voice was.
“Fuck!” Even though he had taunted him into it, Vox practically jolted when Lucifer dragged his tongue up his slit, stopping to let his dick rest on his tongue for a moment, placing a gentle kiss to it before he pulled back. “Lucifer…” He complained indignantly, his entire body twitching.
But Lucifer just smiled back at him, “You’re glowing.” He teased, moving his kisses back up Vox’s body.
“Lucifer.” He nearly whined. The kisses were a bit more hurried, what were once fluttering passes were now much more bold. Not rushed but simply more eager, enough so that he felt Lucifer’s teeth brush against his skin a few times, leaving wet marks on his chest as he went.
“You’re so easy to work up.” Alastor commented with an amused hum.
Lucifer was careful as he gave Alastor a gentle kiss, even though it meant he had to hover over Vox to do it.
Alastor hummed as Lucifer pulled away, something about the way he swiped at his lips with his tongue made Vox’s breath catch. “Quite… acidic.” He commented. Vox couldn’t really tell if his screen lit up because he was embarrassed at the cavalier comment or turned on.
Could be both, could always be both.
“Fuck.” He breathed, not bothering to try and come up with something else as he dragged his hand across Lucifer’s back and leaning more against Alastor. He shivered a little when Alastor absently traced circles onto his skin. But Vox kept his eyes on Lucifer as he dragged himself back down Vox’s body, carefully pushing his legs where he wanted them.
Vox jolted again as Lucifer pushed against him. When did he take his pants off? He probably just snapped them away, stupid unfair magical fucker.
Heh, literally.
Before he could even try to formulate some kind of sarcastic comment, Lucifer slotted his cock against Vox’s, the warmth of his skin nearly searing. He felt Lucifer’s grip on his thighs tense as he gasped slightly.
Vox couldn’t bother to be a little embarrassed at just how wet he was against Lucifer. Because seriously, this was just starting to be sad at this point. He watched as even with the quick contact Lucifer’s dick glistened with it. Alastor was right, he really was easy to work up. Because fuck.
“Ah, shit.” Vox moaned when Lucifer tilted his hips forward, just grinding against him- something that was far too easy thanks to how desperately wet Vox was. He needed to stop harping on that. “That’s- that’s good.” He huffed, pushing himself further into the touch, but Lucifer shifted his grip to push Vox back down, even through his own huffed moans.
“Stay.” He huffed, voice already rough. It made Vox feel a little better to know Lucifer was just as affected. Just as needy.
He briefly contemplated trying to push against Lucifer’s hold just for a bit of fun, but all real thoughts went out of the window when Lucifer thrust against him again, brushing against his dick directly. “Fuck!” He cried, glitching slightly as he tilted his head back. “Yeah,” He huffed as Lucifer did it again.
There was something about Alastor’s ever so slightly amused hum that made his dick twitch. Fuck.
“Fuck Lu,” He huffed in response to Lucifer’s own unsteady moans, carefully drawing his hand up Lucifer’s back. God what a sound. “The fucking sounds you make- you’re so fucking hot Lu.”
“Mhm- ha- Vox-” The intensity in Lucifer’s eyes made Vox twitch under the attention. Having all his focus on him was unbelievably hot, not to even mention the way he said his name.
Vox nodded, pulling Lucifer closer. “Come on Lu, fuck me. Fuck, more.” He huffed. “Thought this was about getting inside me.” He taunted.
“Needy, needy.” Alastor chastised sing-songingly, still tracing gentle shapes against Vox’s shoulder. His trailing touch still buzzing against his skin.
“It’s cute.” Lucifer insisted, even out of breath.
“Come on.” Vox wasn’t patient by any means of the word. Not with how he’s constantly a live wire. Quite literally sometimes.
Even if the way Lucifer talked to Alastor about him like he wasn’t even there made his breath catch. Just a little. He wasn’t going to think about that.
He would say the fact that Lucifer indulged him was because of his demands but he knew well enough they were more likely despite them.
His fingers twitched against Lucifer’s skin as he adjusted just carefully enough. He was slow to push in, letting Vox adjust probably. But Vox liked the stretch. Too slow for him. He tried to tilt his hips up into it but Lucifer held firm, keeping him down.
There was still a sense of anticipation to it that had his muscles drawn tense.
“Lu,” He pleaded, but Lucifer stayed slow until their hips met, and stopped once he did. “Fuck.” He sighed, letting himself melt back against Alastor as he adjusted. “Fuck.”
Lucifer leaned back down, placing just a few more kisses to Vox’s chest. His breath was warm against his skin as he breathed heavily through gentle sounds, dragging the hand that had been holding Vox downwards to stroke at his dick with his thumb.
“Lucifer.” He gasped. “Come on, fucking hell.”
“You are so incredibly impatient.” Alastor taunted again, leaning in to kiss Vox’s shoulder, his lips almost ticklish against his skin. He shuttered completely.
“Always have been.” Vox agreed.
“Can’t even savor the moment.” He tisked. “I would say it would do you well to take after Lucifer but one look at him tells me his patience isn’t patience in the least.” Alastor’s smug and somewhat condescending tone just made Vox let out a shuttering breath.
He was not, in any way, going to analyze why that turned him on as much as he did. Or the fact that it always had.
And he most definitely didn’t desperately want to ask him to keep doing it. And direct it back at him. Or anything like that.
He’d probably do it anyways and save him the trouble but that was completely incidental.
The way that Lucifer ignored Alastor seemed intentional as he slowly pulled back. Slowly again. With the prettiest noises if Vox were to say.
And he would. “You sound so-” Whatever he had to say next came out as a strangled shout instead when Lucifer shoved back into him. That was also intentional. He was careful even with force. Managing to hit the spot that was unreasonably sensitive. Well, at least he’d try to say.
Everything seemed to melt then. Between Lucifer’s entirely unfairly skillful fucking and the way Alastor held him he blanked out for a moment.
“Fuck- fuck- just like that- Lucifer- oh holy mother of fuck.” He rambled, tingling static running deep through his body.
He distantly realised that somehow, this was exactly where Vox wanted to be. Here. Between Alastor and Lucifer. It made some kind of warmth bloom in him.
God, he was getting all sappy in the middle of sex? What in hell had Lucifer done to him? Yeah, he’s blaming him. Wow.
He trailed his free hand down Alastor’s arm, intending to- to do something. He didn’t have the full brainpower at the moment. Not with Lucifer fucking him the way he was. But Alastor caught his hand, not unkindly though, he gently intertwined their fingers and held him tightly.
And that really got to him in a way he didn’t exactly want to admit. Because, he was in fact still trying to deny all of this fluffy feely shit. He doesn’t know how long he can do that for but god damn he was going to try.
He squeezed Alatstor’s hand in return. “F-f-ff-uck.” He glitched, his muscles tensing. Because fuck everything Lucifer did was with unreasonable precision, careful and steady. Even as Vox admired the careful focus on his face and the sweat that beaded on his chest and neck.
The careful thumb that stroked his dick, the way every thrust was calculated just right. Really he had to admire it.
Just, maybe later. When he wasn’t busy nearly crashing around Lucifer’s cock. “Fuck, Lucifer! Shit-” He sobbed. His body drawn taut.
Lucifer was careful to pull back when Vox’s twitching slowed down. “Wait.” Vox breathed, using a leg to stop him. “Not- just give me a second.” He panted, keeping Lucifer where he was. He took a few deep breaths, feeling himself clench around Lucifer. “Fuck.” he sighed, his voice rough.
“Okay...” Lucifer stayed, running his hands gently over Vox’s thighs.
“Doing well?” Alastor hummed gently. Vox nodded.
Vox ran the hand he had on Lucifer’s back up to thread it through his hair and tug him to his chest. “Okay.” He said with a bit of a whine. “Okay.” He repeated.
Lucifer looked up at him, eyes wide and almost pleading. Almost.
“Lucifer.” He encouraged. He drew a shuttering gasp as Lucifer pulled back. He was still sensitive, but it felt good. “Fuck.” He gripped Lucifer’s hair a little harder, enjoying the hissing whine he let out.
Alastor hummed, leaning more against Vox. “Aren’t you such a good boy Vox?” He cooed, kissing his shoulder. “What a good boy to keep going for Lucifer.” Vox let what absolutely wasn’t a whimper at that. Fuck.
“Alastor.” He whined, shuttering. “You can’t- fuck.” He moaned.
“Can’t I now?” He taunted, dragging his teeth over Vox’s skin. “The way you react tells me you quite enjoy when I praise you. Are you telling me you don’t?” He was teasing, taunting.
“That’s not-” He gasped. “Not the- fuck.”
“Vox.” Lucifer panted. “Hah- ah- shit, shit.” He gasped, the steady pace he’d set faltering as he came, carefully melting in Vox’s arms- well, arm, his other was still held gently by Alastor.
Alastor. Who hadn’t really been all that involved. He’d actually stopped Vox from doing anything.
“Al?” He asked, turning to him and loosening his grip on Alastor’s hand to reach for his thigh.
But Alastor’s grip tightened, pulling his hand up to place a gentle kiss to the back of his hand. “I am quite well Vox.” He told him.
“Are you sure?” Vox asked.
“I’ve had my fun love, don’t worry.” He insisted, placing another kiss to his hand.
Lucifer moved down his body slowly, ever so carefully placing himself back between Vox’s thighs.
“Vox.” He hummed, hands running down Vox’s thighs.
He was careful as he gently took Vox’s dick into his mouth, even as Vox jolted with the sensitivity. “Shit.” Vox huffed. Lucifer’s movements were slow and thoughtful, careful as he ever so gently bobbed his head, tugging gently in a way that sent shocks through his body. “Fuck!” He sobbed. “Lucifer- it’s- oh fuck.” Oh Lucifer was a sight to behold like this.
Lucifer held his gaze, even while his mouth was occupied what would be a smug grin seemed to dance in his eyes.
It was Lucifer’s restrained chuckle at his current state that really sent him over the edge, a shaking, twitching mess. He’d be crying if he had tear ducts.
He sighed, heavy and exhausted. “Holy fuck.” He said finally.
“I can’t make the same shitty joke twice but just know I’m thinking it.” Lucifer told him.
“And I hate you for that.” Vox said, teasing. “Would you uh- do the thing?” He gestured vaguely. Wow his brain really was a bit scrambled.
But Lucifer nodded, waving away the mess and placing another kiss to the inside of his thigh before slipping away.
Vox let himself lean fully against Alastor, and when Lucifer curled up against him like he usually did, Vox was sure.
This was exactly where Vox wanted to be.