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Of Cucumbers and Eggplants

Chapter 3: Eggplants

Summary:

Spoiler: They fuck

Notes:

heheheheh

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Phase 5, the last phase of his grandiose plan, can only start once the stream ends, so he takes it easy and decides to keep on teasing him subtly, since the chat can’t notice either.

They end up eating their dumplings and taking their time, talking to the chat, before they say their goodbyes and thank everyone for turning in.

After finally turning the stream off, Shoto yawns, as it’s already 8PM and turn to the sink with an annoyed expression.

“Okay so we’ll have to do the dishes but afterwards we can-“

“Talk about how bad you are at being subtle?”, Vox asks, leaning at the opposite kitchen counter with his arms crossed above his chest, his biceps poking against the shirt fabric as usual.

Shoto, taken aback by the sudden tension in the air, unsure of what kind of tension it is, turns around fully and blinks confused.

“What are we talking about?”

“Do you really think I didn’t notice when you were bending over the counter several times and sticking your cute little butt up for me to see? Or when you were practically drooling over me when I kneaded the dough? I didn’t even mention the time you were basically grinding your cute ass on my dick yet”, Vox raises his delicate eyebrows challengingly, leaving the purple-haired boy to widen his eyes and swallow harshly.

It’s like he’s at his own funeral, the dead person being his dignity that is being buried as he’s being exposed simultaneously. Great, Shoto, just great.

He was so sure Vox didn’t notice that he was doing that all on purpose.

“Uhm- that wasn’t- I mean I didn’t-“, he stumbles over his own words, pretty much at Vox’s mercy because he has no clue what to say right now. It’s not like he is in a place to deny an accusation.

“Are you trying to lie to me, Shoto?”, he questions calmly, but there hides a storm behind those seemingly calm words, making Shoto lower his eyes shyly.

“No”, he mutters under his breath, quietly.

“Is that so? Then why don’t you look at me properly and tell me the truth? Like a good boy would, hm?” Vox’s husky voice is the only thing breaking the silence, aside from Shoto’s shallow, yet quick breathing of course.

That is until slow steps carry said demon closer to Shoto, leaving him to tense up even more under the heavy gaze of his companion.

While Vox has always had his way with words, with his voice, Shoto could never have guessed how his eyes can have a similar impact on him as well, especially not from mere phone calls and texting or looking at each other through a camera.

Being subjected to the sharp eyes of a demon like him is way more intense than all the others he has slayed in his lifetime and he is unsure if his legs could carry him if he were to try and take a step somewhere.

His words send shivers down his spine, as expected from a voice demon but so much more intense than he remembers even from the soft teasing over the speaker of his phone or his headphones.

“Oh would you look at that, where did your big mouth go, hm? How come you’re suddenly so shy and at a loss for words? You’re disappointing me big guy”, Vox’s voice rumbles and echoes through the kitchen, making Shoto gulp because he hates that the demon is disappointed in him.

He doesn’t like disappointing him, or anyone really.

And the way that Vox is slowly but surely crowding the speechless boy against the cabinetry, leaving him less and less personal space and even less escape paths isn’t helping him out either.

‘Shoto, you’re a trained demon slayer, you shouldn’t be fazed by this at all!’, are his weak and only thoughts, yet he still can’t seem to go anywhere except the direction that Vox is guiding him.

“I would appreciate it if you’d stop ignoring me, sweet thing, you don’t want me to be disappointed now, do you? Can’t you look me in the eye after seducing me so boldly?”

Shoto’s head shoots up immediately, eyes wide and glassy from lust and desperation and so many other feelings he can’t grasp or put into words.

“Vox- I don’t know... what to say”, he chokes out and presses his eyes shut, embarrassed of the slight squeak in his voice.

“Oh my poor boy, you’re such a shy thing, aren’t you? Getting embarrassed and coy just from this much, hm? Need me to stop? Would you like to continue this sometime else?”

Shoto’s hip bumps against the kitchen counter, causing him to squeal a little as his hand grasp the edge of the counter, panicking just a little.

Vox is doing the same, heavy arms caging Shoto in as his lower body presses against Shoto’s navel and crotch.

While he could probably escape if he were to actually try, he thinks it's impossible with the prison the demon built just with his aura, the sheer dominance tensing the air and going straight to Shoto’s dick.

He needs a few seconds to realize that Vox is giving him a way out, a way to stop and forget about all this and be done with it – but that is the last thing the boy wants.

Vox might have figured out all the things that Shoto did to get his attention but at least he doesn’t know that it was all premeditated and planned carefully.

“No”, he whimpers and shakes his head, lowering it with the same motion as he nervously shifts his weight on his feet continuously, while Vox calmly removes one hand from the cabinetry and places it on Shoto’s jaw, forcing him to look back up.

“No? Are you telling me that my little sweetheart has been waiting for this for such a long time already? Tell me that you’re dying to feel me, Shoto. Be honest, won’t you?”, he asks, softly brushing over his cheek with his thumb as he searches for Shou’s eyes with his own.

The way he makes Shoto’s name sound like a proper sin on his tongue, lets the boy’s knees feel like jelly, only held up by Vox’s hand on his cheek and the pressure of being pressed in between him and the worksurface.

As the demon moves closer, surprising the boy that it’s even possible, he leaves no place to ignore the soft breath on Shou’s forehead, the fact that they are now properly sharing the air that they are breathing, leaves him even more nervous.

“I’m going to need some words from your pretty little mouth”, Vox raises his eyebrows, so close that Shoto already finds it harder to breathe.

But if he wants this to go a step deeper, then he needs to speak, needs to motivate his vocal cords to function.

“I am- I want to feel you, please. Vox, please”, he blurts out, pressing his eyes shut tightly from the embarrassment.

Vox hasn’t even touched him properly and he is already begging for him?

Wow, Shoto, way to go!

“I want you to look at me, there is no need to feel embarrassed for asking me for something my boy. In fact, I’d give you everything you ask me for, I’ll burn the world down to keep you warm my baby”, he whispers as he moves closer, brushing his nose against Shoto’s.

The latter obeys quickly, opening his eyes in a heartbeat because he doesn’t know just how to disobey this demon anymore.

He’s a proud, very stubborn person, he doesn’t know how it came to this; him being in the same sentence as obedient.

Vox has truly and utterly reduced him to a mess.

“Please”, he whimpers weakly and recks his head up in order to silently beg for touch, a kiss, anything.

And Vox finally deems his begging and whining enough, sinking down into the boy before pressing their lips together into a soft kiss, short-lived and simply: Not enough.

Shoto is positively disappointed when he parts them again, looking down with an amused grin.

“You’re- Stop that! You’re being mean”, Shoto whines and removes his hand from the countertop in order to loop it around his neck to get him to kiss him again; properly.

“Oh I know, but you’re just too precious when you are whining and squealing for me”, the demon grins meanly, before giving in to Shoto’s pull and placing his hand on the small waist of his victim, before properly devouring Shoto.

The poor boy can’t even keep up with the fast-paced kiss – if that hungry mouth on top of a desperate mouth is even qualifying for that anymore – both hands all over Vox, on his neck, holding himself up when his legs aren’t really helping with that, and grasping tightly into the black shirt he is wearing, bunching up fabric in his tiny fist.

He knows he begged, pleaded for it, and he still would never want this to end, but he can’t help the hot feeling in his stomach, telling him that he can’t keep a boner down if this keeps going.

Vox’s words already took a toll on him, but this?

The way his tongue doesn’t even let Shoto try to dominate a thing, keeps him down and is probably mapping out the whole of Shoto’s mouth.

The way his hand squeezes his waist again and again, teasingly drawing circles on his shirt with his thumb. It’s all too much and simultaneously not enough, not enough because Shoto wants to feel all of Vox right about fucking now.

Vox is keeping him at bay, giving him something, something to ease the painful lust in his gut but not enough, not everything and more than that.

And Shoto wants more than that, he needs more than that.

He’s desperate for all the attention that the demon can give him, he’s desperate to experience it all now, feel the drag of his heavy cock in his tight ass, feel the callouses on his hands all over his own, soft skin, feel the heavy gaze of his eyes at it travels over all the places of his body where it’s never been before.

“Mo- more..- ah!”, Shoto demands in between intense kisses, the busy demon putting a pause in, in order to lick over his lips with a satisfied grin, seemingly enjoying the taste of the boy.

“More? I’ve barely even laid hands on you and already can’t get enough, can you? So fucking needy are we?”, he grunts and presses Shoto’s jaw up, forcing him to look at the white ceiling as he presses hot, wet kisses directly under his chin.

“You’re lucky that I am so infatuated with you, anybody else who’d demand anything from me would be six feet under instead of getting what they want”, Vox snarls darkly into his skin as he bites, effectively creating bites and bruises on his neck.

“Y-you’re lucky- ah! I’m not kill- ing you”, Shoto replies, doing his best to sound less out of breath than he is.

“Cheeky now are we? I’ll have to fuck that fight out of you, won’t I? God you’re so lucky that I’m dying to impale you on my cock, otherwise I’d have you over my thighs crying right now”, the voice demon scoffs, big, pale hand wrapping around Shoto’s throat, yet not applying any pressure but only the promise of it.

“N-uh uh, you wouldn’t be able .. to”, he replies, shaking his head as much as he can with a hand around his throat.

“Fuck you know what? For that comment, I will have you crying and apologizing to me like a fucking good boy would”, Vox growls and moves up again, stopping the assault on Shoto’s collarbones, instead connecting their lips for another mind-breaking kiss.

Shoto thinks that his brain is effectively shutting down and pushing him into a space where he can’t help but submit, Vox is actively fogging up his brain, leaving only the most primitive thoughts to flood it.

Before Shoto can even really realize, Vox has him pressed against a wall, what wall, he isn’t really sure of but he doesn’t really care about it either.

Who gives a fuck when they have Vox fucking Akuma in their mouth, stealing their every thought?

“M-ah my room Vox”, he presses out quickly, leaving the demon chuckling as he collects Shoto’s pieces from the wall and pushes him down the hallway towards said door.

“Of course yours, darling, my boy. You have just the right bed for me to destroy your sexy little ass on, don’t you?”, he laughs, but doesn’t give the opportunity to give a proper reply, before occupying Shoto’s mouth otherwise, tongue that usually drips mean, sweet and enticing words now playing with his.

The hidden promise in his words goes straight to Shoto’s dick who is already imagining just how much he has wetted his underwear already just from the power that Vox’s voice and words have over him.

He is dying to have those promises come true, to experience every word put into reality.

And thus his brain is only thinking of a certain individual’s dick up his ass, especially when he gets turned around, feeling Vox sitting down on the mattress of his bed.

Before even thinking about it, he has straddled the older man’s lap, lips never parting in the whole process until Vox actively pulls back.

“Listen to me boy, this right here, is the only way that you are ever going to be on top, are we clear? You’re going to have your adorable butt destroyed by me in every fucking position you learnt in sex education and you’re going to be fucking grateful for everything I give you. You can’t pull your bratty bullshit with me, boy, I’ll put you in your fucking place and ‘ll have you screaming my name at the end of the day, the whole night”, he states with a raspy voice, sending shivers into Shoto’s dick that is straining a tent into the fabric of his pants.

“Are we clear?”

“Yes”, he replies quickly and nods eagerly, eager to please, eager to finally feel him. Honestly, he'd say anything at this point to get Vox to finally fuck him into oblivion.

“That’s what I thought”, he grunts satisfied and pulls Shoto higher, causing their clothed dicks to brush against each other, leaving Shoto to moan unhinged as he drops his head on the broad shoulder of the demon under him.

“Oh this much? This much and you’ll moan already like a bitch in heat? Fuck I’m excited for your noises once I pound that fat fucking ass”, Vox laughs out and slaps his ass twice, before removing the coy boy from his shoulder.

“Come now, don’t act so shy, we both know you’ve been waiting for this. Maybe you only asked me for an in-person collaboration because you just need my cock inside you that badly”, he holds his chin in a tight grasp and teasingly brushes over his skin with his thumb.

“No- I just really wanted to meet you”, Shoto admits weakly, making the demon smile satisfied.

“Ah I finally have you far enough to be truthful to me, don’t I? Keep going like this, you’re making me so proud baby”, he coos and brushes over Shoto’s head, petting it softly and leaving the boy feeling like a melted puddle on the floor.

“Stop teasing me”, he quickly speaks, rutting his hips forward in order to meet Vox’s dick with his own once again.

“Here we go baby, be honest with me”, Vox praises subtly and grasps the boy’s hips in order to keep them still, yet pressed up against his cock.

“How about you get rid of your shirt for me boy”, he suggests in a low voice, and before Shoto can think about being cheeky about it, he already slides it off of his body, cursing at himself for being at his mercy like this.

“Fuck look at you, so pretty and delicate for me. You are, aren’t you? Just for me, completely and utterly mine”, Vox leans forward, pressing hot kisses on Shoto’s pale skin.

While he doesn’t have the muscles that he is sure are lying under Vox’s shirt, he is comfortable in the lean build he has acquired and while there are no extremely visible muscles, he feels comfortable with his flat stomach.

He’s quite confident that Vox likes it too, considering the way he hungrily explores every inch that he can see and reach, getting closer and closer to Shoto’s sensitive nipples.

And as soon as he meets the pink numb, his tongue darts out, licking over it teasingly and observing the boy’s every reaction.

The quiet whimper that escapes, the tightening fists around the fabric on Vox’s shirt, isn’t enough for said demon though and he dives in again, teeth grazing over the quickly hardening nipple and harshly sucking on it, leaving Shoto a panting, whimpering mess.

“A-Ah! Vox- please dad- hah!”, he can’t hold back any sounds any more, biting on his tongue or cheek, tensing his jaw, nothing helps.

He doesn’t even want to hold back, rather wanting to let it all out for Vox to hear.

“What did you say?”, the voice demon suddenly puts all movement, all stimulation on hold in favor of staring at the boy, gripping his jaw tightly in his hand and pulling him closer.

“Nothing”, Shoto quickly blurts out, a little too quickly though, leaving so many things that are suspicious.

 “Nothing? I thought we were at a point where you’d be honest to me. Do you really want to disappoint me?”, he asks.

“I heard exactly what you said- well, wanted to say. You want to be a good boy, don’t you? Well how about you fucking act like one and be honest with me then?”, he snarls annoyed and slides his hand down to Shoto’s throat, applying a soft pressure, threatening more of it.

“I’m sor- sorry”, Shoto chokes out tears filling his eyes because it’s just so much, so so so much at once and he wants even more, wants Vox to make him cry waterfalls of tears until he is milked dry of them.

“You’re sorry? How about you show something for it then? What did you say, Shoto?”, he repeats, voice heavy and dangerous. Shoto gulps, staring at him for a few seconds.

“I said daddy”, he admits quietly, shyly, for no reason at all because he is aware that Vox likes it, it’s not like he made a secret out of it.

“Ah fuck here we fucking go, there’s a good boy, hm? A good, sweet boy. Out of your mouth? God I could listen to you call me that for days, weeks”, he grunts and stands up with Shoto in his arms, easily carrying him before pressing the boy into the sheets and climbing over him like a predator with his caught prey.

And that is probably just exactly what they are.

“Say it again boy”, he demands as he fumbles with Shoto’s belt, opening it quickly yet somehow teasingly.

“Daddy”, Shoto repeats obediently and pulls Vox into a deep, intense kiss, that has the demon wanting to remove his clothes even quicker.

And he does, fastening the pace more as he slides the pants off of Shoto, throwing them off of the bed carelessly and leaving the boy in his underwear only.

All while kissing him deeply, slowly and intensely, their tongues intertwined and nearly dancing while they steal each other’s breath.

Shoto is the one who pulls back first, shyly staring at the man on top of him, fully clothed and looking as confident as ever.

He has to catch his breath, before he can utter the next sentences.

“Lube’s in the upper drawer.”

Vox chuckles at that and reaches forward to open said drawer and quickly fishes out the lube, clear substance filled to about halfway of the bottle, leaving him to raise his eyebrows at the boy.

“Don’t tell me that you are a little slut deep down? God you’re filthy”, he chuckles and shakes his head.

“No wonder you had no issues to try and seduce me like that.”

Shoto whines and shakes his head too, wiggling his hips around on the bed a little.

“No? You don’t want to be a slut? Hmm then how about you start by being mine? You could just be my cute little bitch, fucked only by my cock, obedient only to me”, he suggests, making the poor little boy under himself nod quickly, desperately.

“Yes, please”, he whines and Vox laughs, bending down in order to kiss him again, as his hands work at removing the last piece of clothing off of him. Leaving them to be polar opposites, Vox fully clothed and Shoto completely naked under him, his dick happy to finally not be forced to strain against his underwear.

“There we go”, he mumbles and brushes his fingers over his sensitive skin, giving no attention to his dick, ignoring the pre-cum that has already gathered at the tip and instead going for his ass immediately.

“You have such a cute hole, don’t you? Pink, ready for me. You seem so ready; almost suspiciously don’t you think? Don’t tell me you’ve already played with yourself today baby”, he speaks in his husky voice, sending it straight to Shoto’s dick who is completely overwhelmed by everything happening and now embarrassed for being exposed for another sin.

“I-I’m sorry daddy”, he whines as Vox presses kisses on his thighs, his hand holding his leg up as the other brushes over his hole that tightens around air.

“Mhh I can’t believe you baby, just touching what’s mine without permission. How bad you’ve been”, he scoffs and slaps his thigh lightly, before opening the bottle of lube with a click and squeezing some of the substance on his fingers.

“Still, let me be nice enough to prepare you, hm? Let me take care of you sweet boy”, he coos and Shoto presses his head into the pillows with a loud moan as soon as the first finger slips into his hole effortlessly, reaching places that he could never dream of reaching with his own fingers.

“Vo-x! Ah- please”, he cries out loudly, not giving one fuck about his neighbors because this is the best he felt in a long, long time.

“Don’t- please hurry- I need your cock daddy- please!”, he begs, pushing his hips towards his hand even though Vox is already knuckles deep inside him.

“Fuck you’re really a bitch for my dick, aren’t you? Fucking desperate for a good fuck, when’s the last time you got a proper fuck, huh? You probably don’t even know what a proper fuck is yet, need me to show you boy? My sweet, lovely boy”, he laughs as he immediately pushes two more fingers in, making the boy whine in pleasure as he tightens around his fingers, moaning and groaning under him, finally getting what he wants.

“Yes please! Please show me!”, he begs pathetically, utterly at the mercy of the voice demon above him.

Vox is running out of patience now, too, grunting above him as his dick is still straining against his pants, feeling the need to push inside of Shoto’s tight little hole, that, although he had prepared himself today already, still feels so fucking tight around his fingers.

“Where are the condoms boy?”, he asks with a grunt as he turns Shoto around, onto his stomach, continuously fucking into him with his fingers because he knows the boy would complain as soon as he stops.

“N-No, want you raw, daddy please! I- Ah! I’m clean!”, he whimpers helplessly against the pillow, leaving Vox to chuckle at his pathetic form on the bed.

“Yeah? Want me to cum deep inside of you? Need me to breed you sweet boy? I’ll fucking do that then, you’re fucking lucky I’m clean too”, he grunts and uses his free hand to fumble with his own belt, struggling a little but ending up succeeding in opening it and lazily pulling his cock out of the confines of his underwear.

Despite him being composed, he still starts to get a little impatient himself, wanting to feel the tight fit of his hole around his dick, so he hurries with the lube, stroking his own dick as he pours copious amounts of it on it while fucking into Shoto with his other hand.

“P-please”, Shoto whines impatiently at the sound of his belt, causing Vox to slap his ass harshly with a ‘tsk tsk’ sound.

“God you’re so fucking misbehaved. Don’t you know how to wait? Begging for me to fuck you like a little bitch”, he chuckles and wraps his arm around Shoto’s wait in order to pull him up, pulling his fingers out in the same motion as he presses the boy against his chest, heavy cock laying on top of his ass.

“Please- please Vox- daddy, please fuck me”, he cries out, only agreeing with his statement and admitting to it all.

“Well fuck I can’t really resist you any longer either, you’re so fucking pretty and you know it don’t you? I’m dying to feel you all around me, have you screaming my name loud and proud”, he snarls as he positions his cock on the loosened muscle ring, immediately recognizing that, despite all of the preparation they went through, he’ll still have to be careful.

Well, this is a human that he’s about to fuck, so it’s only natural to be a tight fit.

As soon as his tip slowly presses into the boy, he has him wailing for more, crying and sobbing from the burn of the stretch that hurts a little but feels so good that he can’t help but wanting more.

And who is Vox to deny him that? Especially when he looks so pretty begging for it.

“Fuck baby you sound heavenly, way too heavenly for the sins we are committing, being fucked by a demon? You’re pathetic baby”, he scoffs and instead of going slow, pushes the first few inches into him quickly, leaving him screaming out his name just as he had wanted him to.

It sounds like a beautiful song in his ears, has him smirking and feeling even better than he thought he would.

Shoto is just made for him, he knew that much as soon as he was introduced to the coy boy under him.

As soon as he got to know the feisty little demon slayer, he just knew he had to have him, screaming under him, wailing his name while begging for more and more every thrust of his hips.

And now he does, even when Shoto asked for the in-person collaboration in the first place, he couldn’t stop thinking about what it could all lead to.

But this even overcame his expectations.

And as he feeds his cock into Shoto’s tiny little hole inch by inch until all nine are sheathed inside, making him lean his forehead against Shoto’s back in satisfaction.

“God- you’re made for me baby, just fucking right for me. Can you feel me? Hitting your insides and carving them into shape for me?”, he asks into his ear, whispering teasingly as the boy pants on top of his thighs, whimpering weakly at his words.

“Exactly boy, fucked you speechless and I haven’t even started properly yet”, he chuckles and shakes his head in disbelief, his hands wandering down to Shoto’s stomach so he can feel the bump on the flat surface, pressing on it slightly and making him whine even more.

“Please- daddy move, I need- I need you”, he cries out desperately, so sensitive from all of the teasing that Vox wouldn’t be surprised if he would cum right now.

“Yeah? You’re so desperate fuck”, he groans and straightens his back, before pulling out painfully slow, his heavy cock dragging itself through his hole, before he pushes it balls deep back inside in one go, forcing a scream out of Shoto as the boy cums on his own sheets with a cry, leaning against Vox who holds him from behind, comfortingly brushing over his nipples as he lets him come down from the high.

“Shh, shh, there we go boy, such a good boy, hm? Cumming so well for me”, he praises him, cock pressing against his prostate as it fills out every inch inside the boy, overstimulating him without even trying.

Big tears run down his cheeks, already having too much but never enough.

“’s so much daddy, too much”, he whimpers and whines, wiggling his ass against Vox’s crotch experimentally.

“Yeah? You say that but your body is already begging me for more”, he disagrees and pulls out again, thrusting back inside before repeating that same motion over and over again.

Shoto, who just barely came down from his orgasm, quickly starts moaning loudly again, dick hardening way quicker than he is used to.

He doesn’t know the feeling of coming twice, immediately afterwards even less.

But it looks like Vox might just force him to, the force of his thrusts making the bed protest as the man pounds his ass without mercy, pressing against his prostate with every push because of the sheer girth and length of his cock.

Shoto’s dick, left without attention, just uselessly presses out even more pre-cum as Vox groans into his ear.

And Shoto?

He’s crying, tears falling down his cheeks in copious amounts while he tries not to pass away from Vox’s harsh thrusts against his ass.

The wet, obscene sound of the lube wetting Vox’s dick and hitting Shoto’s lubed hole, as well as their skin meeting together with every push paired with Shoto’s cries and lewd moans and Vox’s groans and sweet praises, mean degradations, is the only thing that fills the air.

It almost makes Shoto hope that his poor, sweet neighbors won’t hear his sins through the walls, but he knows that the sounds he is making aren’t really helping, the screams echoing through the room.

But how can he not, when Vox is penetrating his prostate so good, so painfully good and just right, carving a space for himself only he can fill inside of Shoto and effectively rearranging his guts.

“I- I can’t long- Please daddy- I can’t again, I’m- AH!”, he begs uselessly for mercy, despite knowing that he won’t get it anytime soon, especially not as he feels Vox speeding up, increasing the force because he is getting close slowly too, fucking into the boy with all his might.

If Vox’s stamina wouldn’t be like this, maybe Shoto wouldn’t be begging like this right now.

What feels like hours of pounding for him, probably feels like a few mere minutes for Vox, who seemingly has way better stamina.

He was right after all, he has needed a proper fuck like this, someone who can actually please him like this, give him everything and more than that like Vox is doing right now.

Pounding his ass without a pause, without issue.

And that only gets underlined more, as Vox pulls out with a grunt, turning Shoto around and manhandling the poor boy who has not one idea what is happening, forgetting where the floor and where the ceiling is, as his back is pressed in the mattress and he feels Vox’s cock back where it belongs, back to thrusting into him violently.

“I’m close- please daddy”, he cries out again, making him chuckle breathily.

“God already huh? You can cum again for me, can’t you? Such a good baby, aren’t you? Yeah you are, taking my cock so well”, he presses out with a laugh as he makes sure to angle his dick in the perfect way to hit his prostate head-on every single time he pushes in and drags over it every time he pulls out.

“V-ox!”, the poor boy screams as he abuses his prostate over and over again, cumming before Vox can even reply to his scream, this time spurting ropes of cum on his own stomach.

Vox must have a magical dick or something because Shoto can’t remember ever cumming this hard, good before.

And he doubts he is going to be able to stand tomorrow, as Vox fucks him into overstimulation a second time, before he grunts and lowers his head into Shoto’s neck, stilling his hips as he paints Shoto’s insides white, cumming deep inside him.

“Fuck baby there you go, I’m fucking breeding you like you deserve to be”, he chuckles and presses soft kisses all over the sweaty skin of his baby.

He slowly rides his orgasm out, before he throws himself onto the bed next to Shoto, pulling the exhausted boy into his arms.

They both have to catch their breaths, the sound of their panting the only thing that fills the silence in for minutes, as Vox softly brushes over the bump in Shoto’s stomach where his dick is still plugging up the cum in his hole.

“So..”, Shoto is the first who breaks the silence, letting Vox chuckle at him.

“Want me to pull out and clean you up big guy?”, he asks and attempts to do just that, before Shoto quickly moves back with him, shaking his head.

“J-Just a little while more please”, he mumbles with pink cheeks, embarrassed of his own words.

“I like this feeling”, he ends up admitting, making Vox smile as he settles down again, hugging the boy contently, after making an effort to pull the blanket over them.

They end up staying like that for a couple of minutes, just laying in silence, until Vox can feel Shoto dozing off, tired from the exhausting sex they had.

He pulls out of the sweet boy, covering him with a blanket before slipping out of the room in order to quickly switch into sweatpants and clean himself up, before bringing the washcloth with himself so he can clean up Shoto as good as possible too.

The poor boy whines as he brushes over his stomach where his own cum has dried already and cleans up his ass as good as possible, before leaving again in order to switch the blanket, dirtied by Shoto’s first orgasm, for the one in his room.

It’s only when he moves back into the bed with Shoto, sighing softly as he hugs the boy from behind, that the boy sleepily turns around in his arms and hugs him back, head finding it’s place on Vox’s chest.

“Why’re you moving so much”, he complains weakly, voice hoarse after screaming so much.

“Just cleaning you up big guy, nothing much. I won’t move anymore now, you can sleep”, he reassures the tired baby and softly pecks his head, hand brushing through the soft, fluffy hair.

“You’re staying?”

“As long as you want me to, boy.”

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Bye okay this is the first time that I ever wrote smut don't hit me if it's bad it's 3AM and I have to wake up in 3hrs

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