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The creaking of old wood panels sounded as Shoto walked into his tavern room, flopped onto the bed, and dropped his knife by his side. After a long day of chasing trails of a demon with no sign of her anywhere he looked, he decided to call it a day.
Despite the trails all being dead ends, he had managed to find traces of ripped clothes on branches, footsteps freshly left on muddy floors, and the remnants of her scent on objects on her trail.
Burying his face in his hands, Shoto groaned. The scent that he never forgot, her scent.
The demon who killed him.
The demon he would never forgive.
The demon he sought to kill.
With a knock on the door, Shoto snapped out of his spiral. The door opened even before he answered, a tall, black-haired individual standing before him.
"So, little demon slayer," Vox leaned against the doorframe, a watchful, sharp eye gazing at the injuries splayed over Shoto's skin, "I noticed you looked tired."
"You don't want to be here. I can't handle your games right now," Shoto said, tone flat and devoid of emotion, "If you stay, I'll kill you faster than you can even start to joke about my supposed 'desperation' for you."
Vox snickered into a scowl, "Honestly, boy. With those injuries, how do you expect me to leave you alone?"
He took a step closer.
Shoto glared daggers at him, nails digging into the sheets in his grasp, "If you come one step closer, I swear I'll-"
"What? Kill me?" Vox asked, shaking his head, "You have got to think of a more efficient threat than that."
Shoto stared at him. His head screamed, "Give in. You know you want him. Accept his comfort, his love, his lust, and just let yourself fall away."
"Let him take you over."
"Let him ruin you."
"Let him in."
"Let him in."
"Let him in."
But he had promised himself. Ever since the terror in Bakumori, he swore to never give in to a demon. Ever.
Yet, there he was, standing up to close the door behind the voice demon who entered the room. He knew it was a bad idea, but he couldn't help but desire an inch of peace in this hellscape of a life he committed to.
Slipping off his jacket, Shoto sat on his bed, his head leaning on the palm of his hand. Vox walked closer and lifted the boy's chin. With a stern face, Vox examined the extent of his wounds, turning the boy's head left and right, just to see all of it.
Shoto looked anywhere but Vox's eyes, knowing that he would fall into what he wanted to repress so desperately. The temptation to submit, let him take over and let everything else fade away. If only for just a moment...
"You need some stitches on your cheek," Vox said, stroking the smooth skin under the wound, "It's a shame that you get damaged so easily in your pursuits."
Shoto didn't want to think about what that meant. He also didn't want to acknowledge to gentle shiver that went through his body when Vox caressed his cheek, unable to stop himself from closing his eyes at the touch.
The warmth of Vox's hand left his face, and then returned the cold. The ache for affection, love, and some form of attention. The temptation to cling to the hand that was likely to stab him in the back. He wanted it. But he couldn't have it. More so, he wouldn't let himself have it.
Vox returned with a box of medical supplies, pulling out a needle and the thread needed for the stitching, "This is going to hurt, a lot."
Shoto scoffed unpleasantly, "I know. You think I've never stitched up a wound before?"
"Just sit still," Vox said, lifting the needle to Shoto's skin.
Gripping at the sheets while Shoto tried to think of anything else, the sting of the needle only brought up memories of his first time getting seriously injured. He had killed his first demon, the mongrel had dealt a hefty gash to his thigh, and the only thing Shoto had to stitch up his wound was a dull needle and strands of grass.
Needless to say, the injury got infected and probably would have been better left alone. He was inexperienced, scared, cold, and way too young to kill.
Continuing onto the next year or so, he couldn't get proper healthcare items, he didn't even have enough money to stay in taverns most days. Hunting down demons and recruiting members to his guild was about the only thing on his mind back then. So, almost every night of his sixteenth year, he spent his days cold, wounded, and terrified on dirty, grassy floors.
Shoto didn't know when his flashbacks had started happening, but the only thing he knew was a hand on his shoulder, shaking him.
With a jump of his entire body, Shoto's head shot to look at Vox, panting heavily as he spoke, "What the fuck are you doing?"
Vox frowned, looking a little worried, "You stopped breathing, boy."
mentally cursed himself,before speaking hurriedly, "Is it done?"
Vox nodded, placing the items back into the med kit and placing it on a nearby table. Shoto put his forehead in his palm as he breathed.
The demon turned to look at the shorter man, his tone becoming firm as he spoke, "I'll stay here tonight."
Shoto looked up at him with a hateful glare, "No. Absolutely not. Go back to your big, fancy castle and stay there instead."
Vox's eyebrows furrowed, "Don't forget, I can make you obey me without even trying. So, before you start ordering me around, I suggest you think thoroughly about what you're saying."
Shoto laid back on his bed, too tired to deal with any of this right now. His fingers tugged at his hair as he shut his eyes tightly, "And what if I want to be left alone with my thoughts?"
Vox shook his head, "You don't seem in your right mind. I will promise not to hurt you, as long as you do promise not to try anything tonight."
Shoto stood up quickly, walking towards the demon in anger and raising his voice, "If you don't leave, I swear I'll-"
"Stop trying to push me away, Shoto. I see it in your eyes, the way you long for a connection. If you just let me-"
"Shut the hell up," Shoto said, his face curling into a twisted smile that contained a mix of hurt and anger, "You don't know anything about me. Tell me one thing you know about my life. Do you even have an answer? Do you?"
"I know you're in pain, just let me help you. You push me away, but I know that you need someone to set you straight. You need some kind of attachment, Shoto," Vox spoke, watching the violet-eyed man scratch at his head as he groaned in frustration.
Shoto pushed Vox, practically begging him, "Stop getting into my head. You don't know the first thing about what I've been through. You have no idea-"
"I know that you freeze up whenever a fire starts near you."
Shoto paused.
"..."
"What?"
"You stare at your knife like it's the person you hate most."
Shoto breathed shakily, fingers curling up against the white suit in his hands.
"Stop."
"After you kill a demon, you always leave your guild members and go on a walk."
His voice started to crack, "Please, I can't do this right now."
"On those walks, you go and lay in the grass, and you put your knife beside you, as if it were another soul."
Tears ran down his cheeks, salty tears running into his wounds, the sting making his voice come out pained and pitiful, "I'm so tired. Please, just stop."
He didn't care anymore. He needed comfort, and he wasn't going to spend another night by himself.
Shoto leaned his head against Vox's chest, crying while gripping his clothes, "Stop."
Finally, the warmth of arms and hands crept over his skin, enveloping him in a long-needed embrace. Fingers craning through his hair, Shoto sunk to the floor next to the bed, leaning into his hold. Vox held him, as the lean body in his arms trembled.
"Tell me," Vox spoke. No deception, no voice demon powers, just a simple request.
"We were fourteen, Vox," Shoto spoke, biting his lip as he continued, "He was everything I had. And I couldn't save him from whatever those damn gods forsook him to."
Shoto's anger piled up, his tone darkening through his tears, "They piled up their blessings, and only gave to those who they thought deserved it."
"They decided to save me," Shoto stood up suddenly, grabbing his knife and throwing it into the wall, "And they left him to die while I begged them to let him live."
Vox took a moment to process all of it. He'd heard of the massacre of Bakumori's people, however, he had never heard that there was a survivor.
"You're from Bakumori?" Vox asked, and Shoto turned to him, nodding.
Shoto laughed dryly, "Surprise, surprise. The 'little demon slayer' has reason to hate demons."
Vox shut his mouth, realizing he had messed up.
Shoto laid down on the bed, laughing as he curled up on himself.
I must be sick to think I can laugh right now.
His laughs slowly turned into whimpers and sobs, pulling at his hair as he felt a hand rubbing softly against his waist.
"You were too young for that."
Shoto looked up at him, and in a moment of weakness, moved closer, and decided it was time to give in.
Fine. I'll let him in.
"That knife," Shoto spoke, shutting his eyes tightly before speaking, "It killed him. And it nearly killed me."
Vox listened, fingers moving through soft hair, "We were laying down in the forest, and he was ready to die with me there. But I didn't want to. I wanted to save the both of us."
"So, I went back to the shrine. I begged and I prayed, and when they healed me, I thought they had saved him as well."
Vox frowned, knowing where this story was headed.
"He remained there, that damn knife in his chest, as the forest took him back. And I was alone for the first time in my life."
Shoto laid on his back, trying to breathe as he spoke, "I was tracking her today."
Vox paused, confused. When he put it all together, he didn't have to ask what he meant.
Shoto sighed, "There was nothing. Just when I think I can finally kill her, and satisfy my need to make her pay, she disappears."
He stood up, tugging his knife out of the wall, a large laceration left on the wood.
"I never thought my life would amount to killing demons and trying to survive on my own, but I fucking did it," He clenched the knife's handle, biting his lip harshly before he continued, "I did it, despite everything that happened to me. I've killed more demons than I can count, and in doing so, I've saved people. I picked up my guild members at their lowest, I taught them how to fight, how to protect, and how to deal with losing people to the hunger of selfish, vile demons."
Vox frowned, "Why do you let me live, then?"
Shoto turned around, smiling sorrowfully, "You're the only demon who's seemed more human than me."
Vox let out a heavy exhale, looking at the boy with a deep understanding.
"Sometimes I forget myself," Shoto stated, placing his knife on the bedside table before sitting down beside the demon, "I remember, back when I first found a demon who had participated in the murder of my people, I lost it."
Shoto winced at the memory, recollecting it wasn't easy.
"I remember, vividly, how I almost killed one of my guild members. The only thing I had on my mind was revenge," Shoto buried his face in his hands, "Some of the demons in that group begged me not to kill them, but I did it anyway. Sometimes, it makes me wonder if they had a compassionate heart of their own."
Vox slipped an arm over the boy's back, rubbing soothingly as he continued to speak.
"Washing the blood off my hands is always the worst," Shoto spoke, leaning into the touch, "I can't do it without thinking of all the people who have died along with me while fighting demons."
Vox moved his hand up to Shoto's hair, tracing his fingers through it as he spoke, "Then, why do you continue all of this?'
Shoto shook his head, "I have to. If there's some way to provide him closure, it's giving demons what they deserve."
Vox sighed, lifting the boy's face by his cheek, "Will you trust me if I promise you that I have never once hurt a human being?"
Blinking, Shoto pondered for a moment before answering, "If you promise to never hurt anyone in the future, I'll believe you."
Vox nodded, "I promise."
Shoto leaned against the hand on his cheek, staring up at him with a look of exhaustion.
"I can offer you a release, if only for a little while," Vox said, his thumb swiping across Shoto's skin, "I know it's not going to last long-term, but if it makes you feel better, I'll do it."
Shoto knew what he meant, but wasn't quite sure if he wanted it. Leaning his head against the strong chest in front of him, tears drying on his cheeks.
The cold air was enough to provide the need for warmth. A breeze against his skin, carrying his hair in its stead. The hand on his face, the arm around his back, the strong need to have something to cling to. And while everything overwhelmed him inside his head, Shoto thought,
"I want him."
Shoto looked up, locking eyes with the taller man, sliding his hand up from his chest to his shoulder. Vox noticed this motion, smiling while slipping his hand down to the boy's waist.
With a full-body shiver, Shoto clutched Vox's shoulder, never looking away from the demon's eyes. Vox began to lean down, his forehead meeting Shoto's as they stared at each other.
"Are you okay with this?" Vox asked, Shoto breathed deeply, shutting his eyes as he nodded.
"I'm okay," He spoke, moving his arm further around Vox's neck.
Vox closed his eyes too, tone soft and sultry as he caressed the boy's waist, "Safeword?"
"Red."
After he had his confirmation, Vox moved in to make their lips meet. They kissed, somewhat messily, due to Shoto's inexperience. However, there was no rush. It wasn't fast, or desperate, only yearning and long-awaited sensations on both of their parts.
Vox slipped a hand under Shoto's thigh, lifting him onto his lap with a small sound of surprise from the younger's mouth. Vox chuckled at the cute noise, moving his hand up to Shoto's neck, his hand wrapping fully around the front.
Shoto's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed as chills went down his spine. Vox tightened his grip slightly, and a gentle gasp emitted from the demon slayer. It felt secure, being held close to his body, the possessive hand on his neck, the hand massaging his thigh. His throat felt dry, but in the best way.
Vox noticed the almost instant submission, satisfied with the work he had done. He lifted the boy's face by his neck, making him open his eyes and look at him, "You're beautiful."
Shoto whimpered, looking down as he denied the comment, he couldn't find words to speak.
Vox frowned, lifting his head again, "You've suffered, and through everything, you've remained sympathetic and compassionate. Just that is beautiful, Shoto."
Shoto let out a tear, not being able to look at the man's face. His arms wrapped around Vox's neck, nails digging into his suit.
Vox kissed the boy's forehead, "It's okay if it's all too much. I won't overwhelm you."
Shoto leaned up to connect their lips, clinging tightly to the demon as he pulled him down onto the bed. On his back, Shoto felt the weight of Vox above him, his hands tracing down every curve of his body and appreciating every inch of it as if it were a holy item.
Vox bit into Shoto's lip as his hand rested on top of his crotch, pushing down ever so slightly, a small whine sounding from the one under him. Shoto lifted his hips into the touch, heat pooling in his stomach. With a continuous push of Vox's hand, Shoto whimpered, his hand moving up to his mouth to muffle his noises.
Vox smiled, pushing the boy's turtleneck up his chest, cold fingers brushing against heated skin. Biting at his waist, the demon left marks all over Shoto's stomach, feeling his stomach rise and fall at a quickened pace, each time he dug his teeth into skin. A firm grip was held on his thigh, nails nearly going through his pants as he clutched the fleshy area.
Shoto whimpered, voice shaking and his body reacting in ways he never thought it could, "Please, Vox."
Vox lifted his head, still palming the boy's cock as he spoke in a low tone, "Tell me what you need. Use your words."
Shoto looked up at him, slight tears in his eyes as he held out an arm, "Can you just... hold me? For a bit?"
Vox could cry at the sight.
Yet, he smiled with a chuckle, "Alright."
Vox leaned down, encasing the boy in his arms, firmly holding him, but not harsh enough to hurt. The younger's face was buried in the crook of his neck, hot breath making fireworks set off in both of their minds.
Shoto's arms were wrapped around Vox's back, trapping every inch of warmth he could. He wanted all of this to himself, he wanted the heat, the desire, and the comfort.
Vox sighed peacefully, waiting for a go-ahead patiently.
Shoto finally let go of him, grabbing one of the demon's hands, and dragging it up his body. When it reached his neck, he kept it there, shutting his eyes gently.
Vox turned his head, staring intently at the man under him, smiling as discovery hit him, "You like this?"
With a gentle squeeze of his hand, producing a gasp from Shoto's mouth, he had his answer. He chuckled, his grip becoming tighter as he watched the man's face very closely. Any sign of pain, and he was going to stop.
But, there was never a need to worry. The more it hurt, the more he liked it. Shoto's head fell back into the pillow, exhaling in puffs as he lifted his arm to his forehead.
Every squeeze, every scratch of his nails against his neck, and his grip tightening. He loved it all. It was addictive.
"Fuck, it feels so good."
"Holy shit."
"God, I want him to fuck me."
"Shit, I want it."
"Please, just ruin me," Shoto managed to let slip out, among all of his thoughts.
The growing smirk on the demon's face would normally install fear among whoever saw it, but for Shoto, it only added to the excitement.
Vox hummed, "You finally said it."
Shoto nodded, a tear slipping from his eye as he lifted his hand up to Vox's arm, "I need you right now."
Vox smiled, removing his hand from the man's neck, and ignoring the pathetic whine as he continued to take off Shoto's garments. Once everything was off, he stared at the gorgeous body in front of him. He grabbed shaped thighs, traced over muscles on his abdomen, and stared proudly at the splay of marks he had left on his body.
He leaned down to kiss the boy as he moved Shoto's leg over his shoulder, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Vox felt the shiver of the body underneath him, biting the lips that so eagerly invited him in.
Vox pulled away, grabbing Shoto's chin and appreciating the fucked-out face that he had caused. He watched the hand that gripped at his sleeve desperately, smiling.
"Are you being needy, boy?" He asked, voice erotic and alluring.
Shoto whined, "I'm sorry."
Vox shook his head, "You have nothing to apologize for. You've needed this for a long time."
Shoto let out a dry sob as he nodded.
Vox traced the outline of Shoto's lips, the damp wetness of his tongue still left on the skin, he pushed his fingers inside the boy's mouth, watching him take it eagerly. His tongue moved along the skin, saliva coating the digits.
Vox removed his fingers slowly, a line of saliva connecting his fingers to Shoto's lips. When he pulled his fingers away, the line split and fell back to his lips.
"Good boy, you're doing so well," Vox spoke, moving his dry hand through Shoto's hair, "Say, have you ever touched yourself there?"
Shoto gulped down the saliva pooling in the back of his throat as he spoke, "Only occasionally."
Vox took in the information, and the mental image alone would be enough to kill a man. He composed himself quickly, needing to stay focused.
Positioning his fingers near the man's entrance, he locked eyes with the younger, "You ready?"
Shoto nodded, taking a deep breath. Vox pushed a finger in slowly, noticing the instant tightness of the walls around his finger.
"Loosen up, and it won't feel as weird, Shoto," Vox spoke, stroking up and down Shoto's waist soothingly, "I'm not going to hurt you."
Shoto listened, loosening around the finger as best he could. Taking deep breaths, he finally allowed Vox to move around.
"Good. This is going to be as painless as I can possibly make it, okay?" Vox spoke as a soft, caring voice slipped through the lust as he moved his finger in and out of Shoto's hole.
"I trust you."
Inserting another finger, Vox watched as the man under him began to moan softly, his back moving up in a slow arch as his head rested on the pillow. With every thrust of his fingers came another new noise he had never heard from him. He knew how much trust you had to place in someone before revealing such a side of yourself, and was honored to be his first.
With two light taps on Vox's arm, Shoto whimpered out, "Can- Can we switch positions?"
Vox halted momentarily, "Where do you wanna be, boy?"
Shoto panted, looking at Vox longingly, "Lap, please."
Vox smiled, staring at the shaking thighs in his grasp, "Do you need help getting up?"
Shoto nodded, and Vox wrapped an arm around his back, using a single arm to lift him while keeping his fingers deep inside the man. Shoto moaned when he sunk down further, burying his face in Vox's shoulder, his fingers gripping his biceps.
Vox angled his fingers sharply, intending to find his prostate. Of course, he missed a couple of times, but when he had finally found it, it was clear as day. As his fingers stroked his prostate, Shoto bit down harshly into the shoulder underneath his mouth, trying to muffle the whimpers as his nails almost ripped Vox's suit.
"There it is," Vox said as he watched the boy catch his breath, "Was that new for you?"
Shoto moaned into his shoulder as he nodded, his tight grip remaining as the fingers rested on his prostate, "Please, move. I can't take it."
Vox smiled, "Shhh, it's okay. I'm not cruel, I'll give you what you want."
Shoto sighed out of relief, "Thank you, thank you," He slurred out, everything else in his brain had become muffled other than the pleasure and his voice.
Vox moved his fingers, constantly pushing against the boy's prostate in an attempt to keep him satiated. He knew that sex wasn't all perfect, sometimes it was messy, and putting it frankly, flat-out gross at times. Which included the saliva getting absorbed by his suit as Shoto panted into his shoulder.
"Please, please," Shoto begged, grinding down to meet Vox's fingers at the same time they thrust up, "It's too good, please-"
"Are you close, Shoto?" Vox asked, lifting his face to stare at his expression.
The younger nodded with tears in his eyes, the stimulation on the verge of painful, yet so good at the same time, "Can- Can I?"
Vox smiled, "So polite. Yes, because you've been so good, you can come."
Tears spilled down his face in pearly streaks, a sigh turning into a moan as he thanked him over and over. Vox pushed him over the edge, and he came with a loud whimper.
Panting, Shoto leaned his forehead against Vox's chest, feeling the fingers combing through his hair as he caught his breath and came down from his high.
"You alright?" Vox asked, listening to the soft laugh coming from the younger.
"Yeah, I'm okay. More than okay," Shoto responded, moving up to steal a kiss from the demon.
"Do you want to go further, or do you want to stop?" Vox asked, caressing his head.
Shoto leaned back, staring Vox straight in the eyes, "Did I say red?"
Vox grinned, leaning in to kiss the boy's neck while he laid them down on the bed. Marks embedded into his neck, Shoto sighed, hissing a moment later when Vox's fingers slipped out of his hole. With the sound of a buckle, anticipation grew while he could only wait for the demon in charge.
When Shoto felt Vox's cock at his entrance, he squirmed, nails digging into the pillow as he calmed himself. Vox's hand moved up to his neck in an attempt to distract him from any nervousness, noticing the small arch of his back as he began to slowly push in.
Shoto whimpered and whined, clinging to the hand holding his neck in a tight grasp in hopes to ground himself. The further he entered, the more fulfilled he felt, like he had made the right choice. The stretch was a mixture of pleasure and pain, but the pain soon turned into mild discomfort.
Cradling his head, Vox cooed as he spoke, "Good boy, taking me so well."
Shoto turned his head against the pillow, whining as he attempted to breathe normally. Vox moved his hand up to his hair, playing with it before roughly grabbing and pulling on it.
A loud moan echoed around the room, followed by a few stuttering gasps. Shoto's eyes opened a couple of moments later, vision somewhat blurred by the haze of lust. His eyes had managed to roll into the back of his head, and his joints had locked up from gripping the pillow too tight. His chest heaved, his legs shook, and his throat felt as dry as it could be.
Vox had to do a double-take.
When his head had cleared, he leaned down by his ear, "All that, just because I pulled your hair."
Shoto couldn't think clearly anymore, and Vox hadn't even started moving yet. He whispered out, "Felt good."
Vox chuckled lightly, "I bet it did."
Shoto gulped, tightening around the girth inside of him, "Fuck."
Vox grunted, tugging on his hair harder as he composed himself. Shoto submitted to the touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he felt the sting against his head. A hand crept around his neck, squeezing gently before Vox pulled out, and slammed his cock back inside of him.
With a yelp, Shoto's back arched, his hands grabbing at the arm that held him down, nails digging into the skin. His vision had blurred, tears prickling at the edges of his eyes, and gasping breaths sounded out of him. A series of interrupted moans and grips of his hand on Vox's arm, and he was fully under the demon's control, without him having to even lift a finger to use his voice.
"Holy shit," Vox mumbled, staring at the sight before him. Of course, while he was proud of his work, he also wondered if the boy was okay. He whispered softly, "Do you need to use the safeword, darling?"
Shoto shook his head, his hand moving down to Vox's, nails scratching down his knuckles, almost growling, as if he were trying to ask something.
Vox studied his face. Pleading eyes, tear-marks over his temples, sweat rolling down every inch of his skin.
The older man laughed, "So, you really want me to keep going that hard?"
Shoto practically sobbed, nails digging into the top side of Vox's hand. He wanted that feeling again, he wanted all of it. Hell, the thought of it could make him orgasm if he tried.
"Ah," Vox scolded him, "Play nice."
Shoto froze for a moment before loosening his grip, nails no longer leaving marks on his hand, "Please, sir."
...
Well, that was new.
Vox tightened his grip on the boy's neck, taking a couple of shaky breaths himself before chuckling, "You just know how to push all of my buttons, huh?"
Shoto gulped before preparing himself, waiting for the roughness that he was soon to be greeted with.
Vox rammed back inside of him, watching the boy bite his lip as he began to move at a deadly pace. Shoto could only whimper and cry, not out of pain, but out of overstimulation. Despite it feeling overwhelming, he loved it. His mind was blank other than the pleasure, his vision clouded with tears and the only comprehensible word going through his brain was, "Vox. Vox."
The bed creaked, the springs of the mattress creaking back and forth as they rocked against each other. Shoto held onto one of the wooden bars of the headboard, while Vox took his hand and interlocked their fingers as he leaned down to mark his neck yet again. Sharp teeth dug into young, fresh skin, and while nearly drawing blood, it felt miles better than the average hickey. The scars across his body were outlined by black-nailed fingers, tracing every injury he's ever had and appreciating it like a fine buffet.
Every bite, every kiss, every thrust, and every touch caused another rush through his body. Tingles, through his arms and legs, chills down his spine, and heart pounding from the stimulation. Skin against skin, sweat after sweat, and the musky aroma of sex through the air, it almost felt too good to be true. Foreheads together, staring with a sensual intensity, they drenched themselves in sweat and tears, everything else becoming a blur. Begging and pleading for more, roughness and all, urges had come to fruition. The underlying need to have that release, to give in to each other, and to let everything else fade into a backdrop of white nothingness.
Pleasure is a risky thing, after all.
Shoto pulled Vox down, kissing him roughly and messily before whimpering, "Close, please, sir, please-"
"I've got you," Vox spoke, breathing heavily against his lips, "Come with me."
And with that, pleasure rose to its peak, come pooling on Shoto's stomach, while Vox released deep inside of him.
Panting against each other, Vox laid down above Shoto, exhausted, but more than satisfied.
Shoto wiped the sweat off his forehead, feeling somewhat dizzy as he spoke, "Vox?"
Vox gulped down his saliva before responding, "What is it?"
"Can we..." He paused, a little afraid to say such a thing, "Can we stay like this? For tonight?"
Vox looked at him with slightly wide eyes, before smiling and nodding, "I'm tired, so I was hoping that was okay with you anyway."
Shoto smiled back, giving him a gentle kiss before whispering, "Goodnight, you pesky demon."