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la petite mort – French: "the little death"; expression that refers to a brief loss of consciousness, a post-orgasm sensation as likened to death
Alastor sucks Vox's tongue into his mouth. Just a brief source of amusement, as far removed from lust as it gets. The experience is curiously enjoyable, the way Vox is clumsily trying to resist, turn his head away. Rubbing glossal muscles against one another feels the same whether the other party is reciprocating eagerly or trying to squirm away.
But, Alastor can sense the slight frequency of... not pain, coming from Vox. He'd hate to call it pleasure, which isn't entirely wrong, as evident by the distinct shape pressed against his thigh.
A web of saliva keeps them connected for an additional instance obscenely as Alastor pulls back. "You're enjoying this."
"I'm not– fuck!"
Alastor rocks his leg up.
Vox sucks in air, the thinnest whine caught at the back of his throat. "Al, look– I'm sorry!–"
"Shut up."
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Or, Vox is being too showy with his attraction towards Alastor, so Alastor gives Vox exactly what he's been craving, whether Vox likes it or notSeries
- Part 1 of Alastor Owns Vox's Soul AU
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12 Feb 2026
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"Vox loved telling him about his favorite movies and, on occasion, subjecting him to them as if he were initiating Alastor into some sacred rite. He especially doted on his Marilyn Monroe—could go positively breathless talking about her. And that evening, Alastor had been just drunk enough to indulge him, wearing the faintest smirk as if he were doing the poor boy a tremendous favor."
or: Vox and Alastor bond over classic films in ways neither of them strictly planned.
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17 Jan 2026
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Alastor lets curiosity win.
Vincent is already fading into the man he’ll become, but tonight Alastor is drunk enough to take the softness while it lasts.
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28 Nov 2025
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“There will be conditions,” Alastor says, once the door clicks shut behind Vox. Vox clenches one shaking hand against the deadbolt. He swallows, turning only once he’s had time to collect himself and lock the door.
“Yeah of-,” he croaks, and then clears his throat, “Of course. That’s- Yes, whatever you-” he bites back the ‘want’ that threatens to complete that sentence, unwilling to make it any more obvious than it already is how badly he needs this to happen.
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In which Vox is made an offer than he can't even fathom refusing.
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09 Nov 2025