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shoto is finally trying to relax after a week filled with numerous… complicated assignments. he had settled down in his main room with a mug full of tea and something comedic playing on the television while he browsed lazily on his phone. the atmosphere in his quaint, little home is so soothing and genuinely peaceful that it’s only moments before he manages to fall asleep right there on the couch.
years of experience is why shoto’s eyes are open before the first knock.
it doesn’t take long for him to realize that it’s dark outside now, and the television has switched to a late night host show while he slept.
knock knock—knock knock—
it’s pretty much a golden rule to never open the door after sundown—there are unsavory things that would kill to get inside his charmed and sealed home.
however—
“i can hear that little rabbit heartbeat of yours—mind opening up before i find a way in myself?”
shoto doesn’t want to think about the damage vox akuma would do to his home should he let the demon sit outside his front door for much longer—he whispers an incantation taught to him by a friendly witch and the door swings open—vox himself barging in shortly after.
“to your extensive knowledge, is there any type of food or—or possibly an herb that could potentially poison me?” he mutters upon slamming the door shut behind him.
shoto immediately notices the slight sheen of moisture on the demon’s pale skin; his face is slightly flushed and his eyes are wild.
shoto clears his throat—sleep long lost to him by now.
“um—uh—not to my…knowledge? i mean…being over 400 years old, you’d probably know more than about that than i would, right?”
it’s true, but that’s… not the answer vox is looking for. in fact—shoto has never seen so much blatant irritation on the demon’s face. he decides to take a different approach.
“mind telling me what brings you…here? to my home instead of somewhere—else?”
vox sends a look his way that seems slightly out of sorts, and shoto officially feels worried. his golden eyes are as sharp as always but that wild look to them— it’s a look he hasn’t seen often and shoto is suddenly wracking his brain for anything that could actually poison a 400 year old demon.
“yeah—yeah, okay. maybe…maybe sit down for a second. let me—uh, let me think.”
vox doesn’t sit on the couch as much as he simply lets his body fall onto it. he sighs and swiftly tugs apart a few buttons on the inky black dress shirt he was wearing, seeming momentarily appeased by his new state of undress as he leans his head against the backrest of the couch. shoto watches his hands grip into the soft lounge pants he arrived in and clears his throat again before those come off too—just imagining it almost makes him break out into a sweat.
“how…you gotta tell me what’s going on—like…how are you feeling for starters? why are you trying to get naked in my living room, buddy?”
the snarky joke doesn’t even open vox’s eyes. the demon groans and waves a flippant hand, “i have the slightest suspicion that someone has attempted to…poison me. i’m unbearably hot—everything has been dialed up to a level ten. i left my home to not be caught unawares in this state,” he murmurs softly.
shoto scoffs, “just what makes you think i’d do anything to protect you should one of your, uh—uh, one of your goonies comes to finish you off, huh?”
vox finally opens his eyes and shoto feels himself take an unconscious step back away from the couch.
this demon— splayed out on his couch like a five course meal; his chest heaves with each breath and the flush that was gentle and soft when he first arrived has spread to his collarbones now. it darkens on the apples of his cheeks and his eyes —they pierce him deeply, yet leave behind no mark. they gleam in the slight darkness of his living room and it suddenly feels as if shoto’s gotten himself into a very precarious situation tonight.
“i was under the impression that you’d prefer that experience all to yourself, yes?”
shoto opens his mouth to snap back, but ultimately decides not to reward him with a response—he snorts to himself and makes to move into the kitchen; he’s no doctor by any means but vox looks like he’d do well with some water at least.
he hasn’t even taken a full step forward when vox is suddenly up and has a hand wrapped around his wrist. the grip doesn’t hurt but it’s tight and insistent—shoto chances a look at him and realizes vox is a lot…closer than he expected him to be. if shoto were to take even the slightest step back, the demon would be pressed against him completely.
“buddy—buddy, hey. i’m just—i think maybe you should drink some water, right? you look—you don’t look good,” shoto reasons.
“i always look good to you. don’t lie,” vox mutters deeply, eyes never straying from shoto’s on wide gaze. he still has that look in his eye and it makes a shiver run from the top of his head all the way to his toes. he curls his socked feet into the carpet on instinct.
“uh— actually you look a little sick , which is not good since you shouldn’t be able to get sick like…this. at least i don’t think you should. let’s—let’s just get some water, yeah?”
vox would usually be painfully sarcastic—maybe even exasperated by shoto’s little dig at him, but the demon just shrugs one shoulder with his hand still very much attached to shoto’s wrist.
“lead the way, little demon slayer,” he says after a momentary pause.
shoto blinks.
“you’re…acting very strangely right now, but sure—sure let’s—let’s walk hand in hand to my…kitchen. yeah,” shoto says. vox doesn’t have anything combative to say to that, and with the way he follows without complaint and instead with extreme ease, shoto realizes that vox is the opposite of combative right now.
the word ‘malleable’ actually comes to mind.
they walk together into the kitchen and shoto flicks on the mini lamp on the counter. the light bathes the kitchen in a warm, yellow glow; just enough for him to maneuver around without bumping into everything. vox follows behind him like undisturbed water; this was the demon’s first time inside of shoto’s home, and yet shoto wouldn’t have thought so with the easy way he carried himself.
with one hand he managed to go about filling a cup with cool water and offering it to the demon who was happily hovering at his side.
“here—if it is poison, i’m pretty sure you’re going to need to flush it out. drink that,” shoto instructs gently.
vox takes the cup without a thought, bringing it to his mouth and drinking it all down in big gulps. shoto watches the way vox’s throat bobs with each swallow and as the cup empties to its last dregs, his mouth drops. he is—shocked to say the least.
“you—! what if i wanted to kill you just now? you didn’t even look at it until the cup was in your mouth ?”
vox blinks his eyes a few, slow times and shoto is taken aback by the openness in his expression. he looks completely content; the small smile on his lip is gentle and soft. shoto tilts his head in careful consideration—
“i mean—it’s not really my style, i guess.” is all he can think to grumble.
vox seems to be looking better, albeit slightly more…out of it. shoto repeats the water system a few times; filling the cup with cool water before handing it to vox who drinks it down every time.
he takes into account the way vox follows him step for step as he puts the cup into the sink. it’s only when he turns around and finds vox’s chest nearly pressed to his own that he snaps.
“what’s—what’s this, huh? any closer and we’ll be conjoined at the hip, vox.”
vox looks down at where he is still holding shoto’s wrist in a firm grip, thumb gently rubbing at the ridge of bone underneath his skin.
“i believe…being near you is making me feel better,” is his softly spoken explanation, and shoto is about to crack a quick joke because everything feels weird right now but—
he doesn’t get the chance because vox is humming low in his throat and crowding shoto against the edge of the sink. he dips his head into the warm crook of shoto’s neck and finally releases his wrist only to envelop him in a hug. he jumps when he feels hands settle right at his waist and he’s rendered speechless for a second.
shoto sputters—“vox—vox…hey you’re being very—“
“ mmh… ” vox interrupts. shoto feels a violent shiver wrack his body as vox’s lips drag against his neck as he whispers, “you feel really, really good right now.”
shoto knows his heart is pounding like a drum; he can feel—no, he can hear the blood rushing to his ears as vox acts none the wiser and nuzzles closer. the edge of the sink is pressing into his back uncomfortably and it’s starting to ache more than a little, but he suddenly doesn’t want to move. the next decision is a hesitant one, yet it feels right when he slowly reaches up to pull vox in closer. he goes right for the gold— and it’s satisfying to dig his fingers into vox’s impossibly soft hair and gently drag his nails across his scalp. the pleased rumbling noise that he gets in return makes it more than worth it, though he never thought, in a million years, that he would be in this situation.
“how…mm—how do you feel, though?” he whispers, eyes darting to the ceiling, to the doorway, then finally settling on the vox’s shoulder. the demon doesn’t answer immediately and shoto waits patiently as vox exhales deeply.
“so good. so good—i love this.”
shoto laughs and maybe the ridiculousness of the statement makes it to vox’s brain at the exact same time because he laughs a little too, puffs of warm air tickling shoto’s throat.
“i’m serious! i just want to—“ then he suddenly licks a long trail up to shoto’s ear, uncaring of the little yelp shoto lets out when he follows up with a kiss to the wet skin right after.
that’s— not what he was expecting—
“v-vox! what—!?”
shoto tugs back, but there’s not exactly anywhere for him to go with the sink behind him and vox seems to like that—he grabs shoto tighter, laughing quietly to himself.
“oh god—i didn’t…? i really didn’t mean to do that,” and he’s still laughing when shoto uses the grip in his hair to tilt his head back to see his face.
he looks drunk.
that’s the only way shoto can describe the expression on the demon’s face right now. flushed cheeks, eyes heavy lidded, and mouth parted. he’s a sight, that’s for sure.
he doesn’t look like he’s in danger of dying but—
vox’s tongue pops out to wet his lips and the dopiest grin stretches across his lips, eyes staring into shoto’s with a scary amount of concentration.
“sometimes i can’t believe how cute you are—“ shoto’s mouth drops. “i want to just eat you.”
immediately, shoto’s eyes jump to the impressive set of sharp, deadly canines residing in vox’s mouth and feels himself swallow hard.
“okay let’s— not eat shoto, yeah? let’s just…you want to lie down? maybe you need…sleep?” he reasons, unconsciously combing his fingers through vox’s hair. the demon’s eyelids flutter shut and he groans deeply.
“—and you always smell so good. i bet—i bet in a crowd of hundreds of people…i’d still be able to find you,” he mumbles, hands gingerly running up and down shoto’s back, sometimes brushing over his ass in a very not so innocent way.
it doesn’t bother him, but…
shoto’s face feels like it’s on fire , grip tightening in vox’s hair a slight bit to get the demon’s attention again. it doesn’t take much—vox’s eyes snap open and he’s looking into shoto’s in a split second.
“hey! i need you to focus,” his voice is firm and vox’s hands stop their wandering after a slight pause, “what do you need me to do right now? how can i help you?” he asks, hoping vox will be coherent enough to know what he needs.
vox blinks a few times, slow like he’s figuring out how exactly to do it.
“…i just want to touch you, love,” he murmurs, smiling softly even as his hands seem to twitch with the need to continue their trek around shoto’s body.
shoto coughs at the softly said pet name, “ grope you mean. you’re groping me.”
and all he gets is a shrug for his troubles and vox’s hands digging into the fabric of his shirt as if they want to go right through it.
“you’ve probably been drugged, man. some weird— ah!—“ the words stop short in his throat and his eyes get as wide as saucers when vox effortlessly lifts him up onto the edge of the sink.
he’s given no explanation as to what has just happened, and instead vox’s mouth is much too occupied with leaving trails of chaste little kisses along the front of his throat.
shoto thinks about those teeth and feels a pulse of desire go through him; imagining vox using them to leave marks and love wounds all over him—
‘ oh fuck—fuck me’ he thinks, eyelids feeling heavy as vox pulls him closer by the waist and trails his firm hands over shoto’s bare thighs, fingers playfully teasing at the pant leg of his boxer briefs.
“i want you so much—“ vox breathes against his neck, planting his soft lips against the same spot as if he’s sealing it away with a kiss. shoto sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and he feels like he shouldn’t be shocked at this point—no matter how many times he’s touched and kissed his entire body continues to tremble; he’s being affected by vox’s touching and his sugary sweet words—he wants to give in.
“you’re drug— vox. someone—i really think t-that someone drugged you, baby—“
the term of endearment slips out before he even realizes it and vox immediately gasps a little—it sounds especially sexy coming from him as he’s pressed up against shoto like this.
the hands running up and down his thighs suddenly change course and shoto muffles his own little gasp of pleasure as vox sneaks his palms up underneath shoto’s shirt; his fingers trail over his stomach and suddenly threaten to dip below the waistband of his underwear until shoto curses—
“wait—vox! wait a second,” he whines, sweat beading at his temple as he registers the implications of what vox is doing—he likes being touched by his demon way too much and it’s getting so hard to think straight.
vox pauses, eyes blinking slowly at him like a content cat, “i’m sorry—i just love touching you so much,” he mumbles.
it shouldn’t be cute—it shouldn’t be cute but it is and shoto wants vox to keep touching him—
he sighs and cups vox’s flushed face in his hands, pausing a split second before leaning down and gently kissing his cheek. vox smiles, eyes falling shut as he nuzzles in close and whispers, “are—are you going to let me kiss you now?”
“you’ve already been kissing me, you silly demon.”
vox never stops smiling. he drags the tip of his nose across shoto’s. “you want me to, though. it feels good. do you feel good, baby?”
shoto falls silent—just what is he supposed to say to that—not a single lie has passed through vox’s lips.
so shoto takes it upon himself and gives vox exactly what he wants.
his lips are so impossibly soft when they meet and he’s so warm— vox’s entire body jumps; at this point he’s leaning so deeply into shoto that they might as well meld into one.
shoto wants to be worried, but vox is having none of it—his lips are hungry against shoto’s and he’s letting out a constant stream of soft, gentle groans into the kiss. vox stumbles a bit again and shoto wraps his arms around him and strokes his back as he’s kissed silly.
“oh my god—oh fuck ,” vox moans into his mouth, absolutely melting into shoto’s embrace, one arm coming around to hold him just as tight while the other fiddles at his front.
“that feels so—it feels so good, i want to—“
shoto separates their mouths, unable to resist licking the taste of vox’s off his lips as he glances down to where vox is fumbling blindly with the button on his pants.
“oh my god —are you about to…” shoto lets out an incredulous laugh as he watches vox struggle to stick his hand down his pants—
the demon lets out an exasperated noise and pulls back just to yank shoto down too—it’s jarring to land on his feet suddenly but what’s even more jarring is the way vox drops to his knees and wraps his arms around shoto’s legs while burying his head in his thighs.
“let me—can i suck you off?”
shoto yelps and rushes to grip into vox’s wildly mussed hair; he’s silently willing his legs to stop shaking as vox suddenly digs his sharp teeth into his skin. he expects there to be a mark there in the morning. he hopes—
“wha— what?”
“can i suck… your dick?”
vox pauses his determined assault on shoto’s quivering thighs to look up at him through impossibly long lashes and shoto understands why demons are so dangerous—it’s not their strength or the skewed sense of morality they hold. looking down at this 400 year old predator kneeling between his legs and looking up at him with what can only be described as ‘come-hither’ eyes— this is what makes them so dangerous.
shoto doesn’t even think of saying no. his mouth is so dry he doesn’t believe he’d be able to say much of anything, really, and all he can manage in the face of such beauty is a simple nod.
vox uses one hand to take shoto’s cock from his underwear, wasting no time as he wraps his lips around the head; shoto is embarrassed to see he’s already so swollen and wet at the very tip from vox’s heavy touching from earlier.
shoto has to slap one hand over his mouth just to stop the needy little noises from filling up the air around him—he can’t stop looking at the way vox takes him into his mouth so easily . he’s done this before; it shows in the way his tongue flicks at shoto’s cockhead and the intoxicating rhythm he strikes up—swallowing and sucking in tandem.
shoto’s hips twitch forward every so slightly, unable to resist how good it feels to be in vox’s mouth.
“ah— ah! oh fuck . v-vox…you’re k-killing me, nngh!”
he’s babbling and it sounds so lewd alongside the wet noises and gasping moans coming from vox’s mouth—
through the haze of desire, takes him a second to realize that every gasping breath from the demon is accompanied by the squelching noises of his hand around his own dick.
shoto’s pleasure riddled brain can only focus on ‘jerking his own dick while he sucks me—fuck’ and it’s one thing to think it but to have it happening—
he gasps, “ vox— i’m g-gonna— hng!” he can’t even get his words out, resorting to tugging at vox’s silky hair, absolutely desperate at this point.
vox finally pulls off of his cock, holding the head right on the tip of his tongue as he strokes the length of it enthusiastically; he matches the tempo perfectly with his own dick and shoto wants to squeal as the demon looks him in the eyes again—
“let’s come together, huh shoto? give it to me, come on—“
fuck—
shoto truly believes he almost blacks out—in the back of his mind he can hear vox groaning happily; extremely pleased with himself as shoto’s come splashes all over his tongue and over his reddened lips.
he slumps against the sink dragging in short, gasping breaths as vox hums and licks his softening cock clean. he can’t be blamed for the way his hips twitch from the overstimulation.
“how do you taste so good —“
shoto chokes out an incredulous laugh and he smooths a shaky hand over vox’s ruffled hair—and a quick glance down tells him that vox has indeed made a mess of himself. come covers his hand and the front of his pants where he is tucked back into his clothes, albeit messily. shoto quickly does the same to spare himself the embarrassment. it takes a second for him to catch his breath but vox is not keen on waiting.
“why don’t you join me down here, darling?” he mumbles, voice noticeably raspy. it makes shoto’s face erupt in flames realizing that he has everything to do with it sounding like that . he carefully slides down the front of the cabinet until he’s seated in front of vox’s swaying form and the demon wastes very little time in pushing into shoto’s space again. he’s wrapped his arms around the demon slayer and the cum on his hand has most definitely transferred to shoto’s shirt, but it seems like the least of their worries at the moment. vox continues to leave chaste kisses against shoto’s lips, his jaw and his cheeks.
“do you, uh—do you feel better, now?” shoto whispers, afraid anything louder will break the spell they’re under. vox hums and it vibrates throughout his entire body.
“yeah—keep—keep touching me, though,” is his quietly spoken response, and so shoto gladly holds him for the rest of the night and well into the morning.