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A cooking date, simple yet efficient at bringing two people closer together; you’ll both gain confidence in the kitchen and get to impress each other with your newfound culinary skills, as the first article, that popped up when Shoto looked up ideas for dates, stated.

Obviously, he wasn’t unwilling to invest time in looking for date ideas, but the others on the different sites he found, were way too noticeably date ideas.

And subtleness is the key in his special type of crush; the one he developed on his fellow co-worker who, at first glance, is an absolutely horrible match for him in the first place.

What kind of demon slayer is trying to get a demon to notice him (and make him fuck him into the mattress) anyway? Shoto is, in case that wasn’t clear yet.

But it’s not like anything in their case is normal anyway, it’s not like he could just slay his co-worker and – weirdly enough – friend (which is frustrating enough as it is).

What had started as casual collabs during streaming, since they have a similar friend group, turned into multiple duo collabs.

And now, at least if everything goes to plan, an in-person collab that’ll include them cooking in his kitchen.

Before he asks him, he makes sure to go through the recipe himself though, just to make sure he can actually impress him with his culinary skills (that he’ll play off as natural talent of course).

Despite the fact that he doesn’t know for sure if Vox will even agree to this, seeing as they only had a few streams together, he’s already excited as if he did agree already.

And so he makes the planned recipe – dumplings – by himself and even gifts his neighbors a few in order to hear their opinion.

Just to be safe, since he’s pretty sure that an objective opinion is better than his own by itself.

And when the elder couple approve of them with four thumbs up, he is sure that Vox can only fall in love with his newly acquired cooking skills (which is limited to dumplings only).

His plan – simple yet effective – is to cook together, with one person having a blindfold over their eyes and the other instructing them before switching, and increasing the level of trust between them.

That much is only the official plan though – the part that he won’t tell Vox, is the fact that he’ll make sure to excel at everything and impress him with all his might, which will inevitably cause Vox to fall for him.

Basically foolproof.

Now the only puzzle piece to his master plan is the part where Vox agrees to collab with him in the first place.

SHOTO: Hey, I just had a good idea for a collab :D

He almost planted his face on his desk for the stupid emoji at the end. So much for being natural and relaxed.

VOXAKUMA: Let’s hear it, shall we?

SHOTO: It would be in-person, we’d cook but one person is blind-folded and the other guides them and then we switch!

VOXAKUMA: Sounds fun, do you have a certain date in mind? My earliest would be Thursday two weeks from now.

SHOTO: I didn’t, but Thursday in two weeks works for me as well!

He just ignores the fact that he gave in on that date so easily, but he didn’t want to risk pushing it off even more since he is dying to finally go through with it.

VOXAKUMA: Great, I’ll reserve it for you then, where do you want to film?

SHOTO: We could film at my place, since you need a bit longer travel-wise, you could stay over for longer than just one day

VOXAKUMA: That’ll be fine for me, promise not to kill me in my sleep though?

SHOTO: You can lock the door if you’re scared <3

VOXAKUMA: Brat, we’ll see if your mouth is that wide open once you’ll have to say that stuff to my face.

Shoto is pretty confident that his mouth will always be very much wide open for Vox, not that he’d ever admit to that though, there would need to be a lot of convincing to get him to admit his honest feelings to that demon.

Which is why his plan includes making Vox fall for him to make him confess his feelings, leaving Shoto standing as the victor in the end (not only in seducing but also not being seduced first).

The fact that he did fall for Vox first won’t matter then because he won’t have to tell him.

Foolproof.

And so Shoto has to twiddle his thumbs for two weeks and wait, impatiently, as the time passes slower than usual, as if torturing him.

During that time, he and Vox discuss further details, for example what exactly they will cook (Shoto said he’d let a wheel of chance decide, but in reality, spun it until dumplings was the result) and how they’ll film it.

Since they have two channels, they decided to just do the cooking collab on Shoto’s channel and do another one with a different recipe the next day for Vox’s (because Shoto is positive that he can make Vox confess in one day, he even let the wheel of chance decide for real on self-made sushi).

In the end, instead of staying two days and one night, they ended up agreeing on three days and two nights, so that Vox can take a break after filming.

While they don’t have the biggest distance between each other, Shoto is definitely quite thankful that he isn’t the one who has to take the trip over to the demon’s house.

Probably also because he doesn’t quite think it’d be the best idea for him to be in a demon’s house in the first place, he assumes that said person had the same thought in mind.

And he even makes the effort to go and put all of his usual slayer tools away into boxes under his bed in order to make it more comfortable for Vox; while Shoto doubts that he’d seriously feel threatened by himself and let alone his weapons, he still wants to make an effort.

It’s all part of the plan to make that demon fall for him after all.

He doesn’t just clean up that either, he makes sure to clean up the entire apartment the day before his guest arrives, cleaning in places he hadn’t cleaned ever since moving into the place.

Shoto seriously doubts that he has ever felt this nervous about a collab before, and it’s not the first time he’s having an in-person collab either, when Mysta came over, he hadn’t felt anywhere close to this nerve-wrecked.

Though, obviously, this time is very different, since he never felt anything close to this for Mysta (he doesn’t deem himself to be someone who develops a crush quickly after all).  

He pushes it on his deteriorating nerves, that get worse by the hours that haven’t passed yet, that still separate him from finally putting his plan into a reality.

After thinking it over again and again, he’s quite confident that he can get Vox to fall for him in less than 24 hours and confess his love, and while his plan, seducing him with cooking skills, might seem weak to some, through countless voice calls, hours of texting and so on and so forth, he is quite positive that he has Vox on his hook already.

Shoto is a stubborn slayer after all, he won’t let that demon escape so quickly, even if his goal isn’t to slay him for once.

He’d love to do even more preparations to get his nerves to calm down, but since he purchased the groceries already and went through everything at least four times already to check if everything is in place, he would feel quite obsessive if that number would increase to five.

And so he resolves to sitting on the couch, feet anxiously wiggling around as he watches a series, he usually enjoys a lot more, when he isn’t dying of impatience at least.

The stream is supposed to start in about three hours, since Vox wasn’t sure how traffic would be and Shoto wants to give him the opportunity to relax a little from the long drive and show him around the apartment quickly.

He is lucky to have an extra room in which guests can sleep but, in a way, he is also a bit unlucky, since they won’t get to have the corny ‘who sleeps on the couch and who in the bed or maybe we will just share the bed’ fight where the protagonists end up cuddling  in the bed anyway. He can be a sucker for romance clichés.

The awaited demon ends up texting him that he’ll be an hour late due to the horrible traffic, Shoto makes sure to scold him for texting while driving and Vox ensures that he isn’t moving anywhere because of the current circumstances.

So they text for a while, until the traffic jam is resolved and Vox announces that he’ll be there in only thirty more minutes.

Thirty minutes pass painfully slow but the point is that they pass and when the doorbell rings, Shoto jumps from the couch in lightspeed and opens the door for him, having to wait until the demon makes it up to his level with the elevator.

The wait feels just as long as the past two weeks, but Shoto busies himself with bouncing from one foot to the other while eyeing the elevator with narrowed eyes, trying to determine when exactly it’ll open.

And when it does, revealing the tall, dark-haired male with a small bag in tow, Shoto has to suppress a happy squeak and instead waves towards him with the big smile he can’t quite hide.

“Vox!”, he grins and the demon copies the gesture, walking towards him.

The closer he gets, the more obvious it becomes just how many inches he has on Shoto, despite Shoto not being short but rather average for a guy, but somehow, he isn’t feeling too dejected about that little detail.

Who even cares about height?

“My boy”, the demon replies with a toothy grin, opening his arms for a hug.

Ah yes, the greeting.

A thing that Shoto has been trying to figure out how to approach correctly.

It’s their first-time meeting in real life, he wasn’t sure if a hand shake or a hug was appropriate (he preferred a hug obviously, but making Vox uncomfortable was the last thing he wanted to do).

So he was even more thankful to realize that the older man has taken this burden off of his shoulders.

Instead of further hesitating, Shoto quickly steps forward and into the hug, sneaking his arms around Vox’s neck since the demon already preoccupied the place on his torso, making it hard for Shoto to do the same; forcing him to lightly increase his height by stepping on his tippy-toes.

“Vox”, he breathes out, feeling a lot more relaxed now that he is here and he doesn’t have to obsess over the tiniest details anymore.

The repetition of his name makes the demon chuckle understandably, hands just slightly increasing the pressure on the small of Shoto’s back.

“Shoto”, he calls out the others name as well, as if to teasingly mock the younger slayer, who immediately sends him a glare.

“It hasn’t been ten seconds, don’t ruin this or I will make you sleep on the floor”, he curses quickly, only making the other laugh at his soft threat.

“For sure you will”, he nods sarcastically and pulls Shoto closer for a mere few seconds, before completely releasing the hug.

“How about you show the floor I’ll be sleeping on tonight then?”, he suggests, making Shoto narrow his eyes at him, before he turns around to enter the apartment.

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The purple-haired boy opens the last door in his apartment that he hasn’t revealed yet.

“And this is my own room, I even hid all of my weapons so you don’t get scared”, he shows with a proud hand gesture.

The past ten minutes he’s been showing the demon around, showing off his spotless apartment and explaining little things like what towel he can use if he wants to shower and not to wake Shoto up before 11AM unless something is burning or he’ll seriously kill him.

“Oh how generous of you”, the man snorts at that explanation but enters the room nevertheless, looking around interested.

Shoto’s own bedroom has a big bed despite him barely needing half of it in theory, he just likes the thought of having a gigantic bed and being able to roll around in it if he wants to.

“Shut up or I’ll use the back-up key for your room to come and kill you tonight”, he threatens immediately, his defense-mechanism kicking in without him having to think about it.

“You have a back-up key for the guest room?”, he tils his head interested and Shoto nods, proudly.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t be worried about that though unless you want to do something inappropriate”, he shrugs.

“Maybe I will, but you wouldn’t need a key unless you wanted to watch me do inappropriate things, right?”

“I’m going to murder you Vox”, he scowls.

“You’ve threatened me so many times, but you wouldn’t be able to do it because you like collaborating with me too much, right?”, he questions with a grin, leaving Shoto with a soft red tinge on his cheeks and nose.

“No, I can’t do it because you’re my co-worker”, he shakes his head with the usual excuse he brings up whenever Vox teases him about the fact that he, as a demon slayer, hasn’t killed Vox yet.

“Oh, just your co-worker? I’m wounded you know?”, he fakes a pout, before breaking back into a knowing smirk.

“Really? It’s working then.”

“Are you a sadist babe?”

“What? No! But you might be!”

“I might be, honestly, I probably am. I’m a demon after all, I’ve got a reputation to keep up. But I think you’d be a better judge of that honestly, wanna try-“

“No!”, he squeals and shakes his head.

“I-I’m going to set up for the stream I think, you can just uh- relax until we have to start”, he quickly leaves his own bedroom, leaving Vox in there by himself.

Even though it’s probably a bit early to start with the set-up of the camera and stuff like that, he needs something to do, before his plan does a 180 on him and Vox ends up seducing him instead of the other way around.

He can still feel his cheeks burning and he’s confident that a thermometer would signal for fever if he were to try right now. Stupid demon.

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Shoto is able to contain his feelings into a box and bottle it up, throwing it into a dark, dark room in the deep depths of his mind until it’s time for them to come out, later, way later.

Instead he busies himself with being fully concentrated on finishing the set up and looking through the ingredients to make sure that they have everything they need once again.

He takes his time, wanting to stay busy because he doesn’t know what else to do.

He hears Vox going into the guest room soon after he starts his work in the kitchen and the door closes, the lock doesn’t click though and so he assumes that the inappropriate things that Vox meant won’t be happening anytime soon.

Whether that’s good or bad news for him is to be decided in the future though.

While he had expected to immediately spend some time with the older demon, he can understand that he is tired and needs a break from the trip to Shoto’s apartment, so he doesn’t mind preparing on his own, as it gives him an occupation at the very least.

He’s happy when he ends up finished eventually, prepared to start the stream at any time now.

At least on the technical side of things, he still needs to get ready himself and thus decides to tell Vox that they have about an hour left until stream start, just mentioning it through the solid wood of the door that separates them.

He gets a short hum back from the demon and then quickly slides into his own room in order to change into more appropriate clothing.

As in clothing that flatters him – specifically his ass – is allowed to get dirty from the cooking and doesn’t look too try-hard either.

It’s tough trying to seduce a demon without said demon noticing that you are trying to seduce him because you don’t want him to know that you fell for him. Shoto has a difficult life after all.

However the time seems to fly as he decides on an outfit and quickly makes sure to prepare the rest of his appearance, which includes a soft, light make-up to accentuate his best features and hide the few marks on his face he doesn’t like as much.

After that he puts an appropriate hairstyle on his head, combing and styling away until he is satisfied, before he leaves his room and goes back into the kitchen.

There he finds Vox, standing tall and proud as he inspects the ingredients interested, the blindfold sitting ready and happy on the kitchen counter as well.

Since it’s Shoto’s stream today, they had decided only to blindfold him today and blindfold Vox tomorrow during his stream, leaving Shoto to fully showcase his newly acquired kitchen skills (which he hopes to still be top notch).

“You need to cut quite a bit, so I’ll jump in if you get too close to chopping your fingers off”, Vox muses and Shoto just nods with a smile.

“Alright, but I’m usually quite good with knifes and swords, if you get what I mean”, he grins before he starts operating on his devices in order to get the stream going.

Vox looks as good as ever too, just as good as he usually looks on a screen, he looks in real life too.

Shoto can only hope that he hasn’t disappointed with his real-life appearance either, but he feels confident so he isn’t going to think negative now.

“Of course you are”, he chuckles and shakes his head a little, amused by Shoto’s antics, who bends over just a bit more than he needs to in order to fully concentrate on starting the stream (and make Vox lose his concentration just a tad bit as Phase 1 of his plan to seduce a demon).

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Phase 1 of Shoto’s grand plan to make Vox confess that he fell in love with a demon slayer, is the phase where he subtly teases the demon but without ever being obvious about it, playing it off as his natural charm when he is actually calculating hard when and where to use his tricks.

It starts with practically bending over the kitchen worktop in front of Vox under the excuse that he has to position the camera right and make sure that everything is in place perfectly.

Sadly he doesn’t have the ability to see if the dark-haired male falls for his first trick, if he even notices the way Shoto’s butt perks up teasingly.

If they would be a few steps ahead, Shoto would be in the perfect position for Vox to pound him right on the kitchen table – and if Shoto keeps thinking about scenarios like these, he’ll actually get a problem during this stream.

A special kind of problem, the kind that he wants Vox to get in the later phases of his plan.

“Do you need any help?”, the man who keeps running through Shoto’s mind speaks up, offering to help out as he watches Shoto fumble with the camera. ‘Yeah, help me with my plan and finally fall for me’, Shoto can’t help but think.

“No I’m fine”, he replies innocently and slides off of the worksurface, happy with the camera angle and placement.

He’s been fumbling around for a while and the chat is already waiting for them to finally start the stream, making him feel a little giddy too, if he’s honest.

“If you’re ready”, Shoto asks as he hovers over the button to really start the stream, making Vox nod, as he stops leaning against the opposite kitchen counter and comes closer to the one that they’ll be cooking on, or rather Shoto’ll be cooking on.

“Whenever you’re ready big guy”, he nods and Shoto smiles satisfied before starting the stream with a few buttons and happily noticing that a lot of people turned up for the first in-person collab he is doing with Vox – after all their previous collabs have made them both quite popular, especially together as well.

And now, that they are doing an in-person collab at one channel at a time, it’s likely that a few of Vox’s subscribers decided to come over to Shoto’s channel for this stream, too.

“Hey guys, how are you all feeling? As promised, we’ll have Vox as a guest over today”, he greets the raging chat, that is basically exploding at the appearance of both streamers.

Vox also smiles at the camera and waves his hand.

“Hey guys, it’s nice to meet your chat like this, you know?”, he turns to Shoto a bit.

“It’s a lot more personal than with our usual collaborations”, Shoto agrees with a nod, deciding not to return his gaze in order to play hard to get.

He’s going to stay in a healthy balance between push and pull today, driving Vox crazy until he can’t hold back and just has to admit his feelings.

“Definitely”, Vox agrees.

“Loads of you are asking if we are at my place, which we actually are, Vox took the long trip to come to me. He actually only got here about one and a half hours ago I think”, Shoto inspects the chat on his phone which he put out for that purpose exactly.

“Ah it wasn’t all that bad, you know the thought of meeting you kept me going, Shoto”, the older teases with a grin and places his hand over Shoto’s back as he leans forward to read the chat too.

 “Wow you guys are going at light-speed, but yeah, my trip was pretty good, there were a few small complications but nothing too out of the ordinary. Summed up, it was worth it since I can spend some time with my favorite little demon slayer”, he purrs with his usual deep voice, sending a shiver down Shoto’s spine. But he stays strong and pushes him away with a ‘hmph’.

“Don’t say it like that or I’ll cook you”, he raises his finger to point at Vox a little before turning around, busying himself with bringing the first ingredients into the frame.

While he did quickly give up on slaying Vox, mainly because he would get into a lot of trouble for it and because Vox hasn’t committed any crime he knows of and thus giving him no reason to slay him.

But he doesn’t exactly want everyone to hear just how unafraid Vox is of him.

A little of his pride plays a part in that.

“Awwh, I’m sorry big guy!”, he coos and sends a soft glance at the pouting boy.

“Ah while we are at big! Don’t you guys think that our height difference is absolutely adorable?”, Vox adds right after and lifts his hand to put it up on his hand before leaving it at that height and putting it above Shoto to demonstrate it better.

“It’s the perfect height for me to use your cute head as a headrest.”

The demon smirks meanly and steps closer as Shoto bends down (a little slower than usual) to get a bowl out of a drawer.

“Shut up”, he whines while doing so and lightly squeaks as he discovers that Vox is standing right behind him as soon as he sits back up.

“Fuck you’re so cute when you’re flustered”, is his simple reply as he places his chin on top of Shoto’s head with ease, making said boy’s cheeks tint with red.

“I’ll fucking bite your hand off”, he groans and weakly glares at the demon, who quickly steps back, holding his hand up with an amused smile on his lips.

“Of course you will, don’t worry though I like doggy- I mean dogs”, he winks before turning towards the cabinetry.

Shoto is effectively at a loss for words, swallowing the little saliva in his mouth before he catches himself.

Why does he feel like Vox has him more on the hook than he has Vox on his? This is not going according to plan at all!

“Anyway, Shoto what will we be cooking again?”, he queries, obviously enjoying the chat going crazy because of their interaction just now – and Shoto is going crazy too but he is confident that he is doing a great job of hiding it.

“Ah yes, right – we planned to make dumplings together but since that is way too easy to do, I’m going to be blindfolded and Vox’ll guide me through the cooking process”, he explains and puts the purple blindfold into the frame as well.

“We said we’ll definitely switch roles during Vox’s stream tomorrow but we’ll look how it goes today, we might even switch today too, just for fun.”

Vox nods at his words and steals the blindfold out of his hand, slightly rubbing the fabric between his thumb and index finger (which are definitely way too pretty to be true, Shoto might develop a hand kink at this rate).

“I like blindfolding, Shoto you might’ve actually awakened a new side in me”, he says, seemingly deep in thought.

Shoto doesn’t turn around to glare at him and instead tenses his jaw in order to keep his head from going into very certain directions.

“Someone in chat just said you should keep your kinks in the bedroom”, he mentions with a mischievous smile on his lips, turning his head after all to see Vox’s reaction, who only grins.

“Why? You can have tons of fun on kitchen counters”, he shrugs and lifts the blindfold in his hand a bit to get it to the demon slayer’s eye level.

“I doubt that that was the point, but you’re right, cooking is tons of fun”, he nods, purposely changing the topic because he knows that he won’t survive this stream if they keep talking about sexual things all the time.

“Okay you’re getting shy, I respect that”, Vox smirks and moves his hand skillfully as he knots the blindfold behind Shoto’s head, securing it in place so that Shoto can’t see a thing anymore.

“I never get shy”, he grumbles and intentionally wags his little head around in order to make it harder for Vox to tie the fabric.

“Brat”, is his only comment on that, as Shoto starts to try and find the cutting board on the worksurface which he put out earlier.

“You’re a brat”, he grumbles dissatisfied and can hear how Vox moves to the side in order to watch what he is doing.

“Just a heads-up guys, when I first arrived, he literally jumped into my arms, keep that in mind every time he tries to be mean.”

“I did not.”

“Did too, and sweetie the extremely big knife is just five centimeters away from your right hand, for my poor nerves, please quit fumbling around like that”, Vox sighs as if speaking to a little child that is cooking for the first time.

Shoto looks up, turning his head to the side where Vox’s voice came from and lifts his right hand, moving it to the side for, what he assumes to be about five centimeters, and slaps it on the counter.

Indeed he meets the cold metal of his big kitchen knife and keeps looking in Vox’s direction as he brushes down and grasps the handle before picking it up.

“Try me Vox”, he grins proudly, making the demon snort.

“You’re so cute when you’re trying to be feisty. But now that you’ve found the knife successfully, without hurting yourself, how about you cut the coriander”, he offers and uses his finger to slightly tap on the table in order to give Shoto a hint where the coriander is.

“Do you mean cilantro”, Shoto giggles as he starts wander with his left hand in order to find the needed ingredient, trying to remember where the noise from Vox came from.

“It’s coriander darling.”

“No it’s cilantro, it sounds way more professional”, he objects immediately.

“Says the one who is struggling to find it in the first place”, Vox shoots back with a chuckle.

“You try finding stuff you can’t see.”

“I’ll try tomorrow, but how about you try smelling, hm? You can bark so well so I assumed you can smell as good as a dog too.”

“No, but I can bite as well as a dog, you wanna find out?”, Shoto bickers immediately and listens to the continuous tapping on the counter.

“As long as you only make love-bites; sure!”

“Vox you’re moving your hand around, I’ll never find it this way”, the shorter grumbles, as he is getting confused because Vox is teasing him by tapping his finger left and right.

“Aww you’re doing such a great job though, and I like it when you’re confused and pouting like that”, he keeps going but as soon as Shoto threateningly raises his right hand, the one holding the knife, he stops and instead uses the hand to shake the coriander, or well, cilantro, in order to make enough noise for Shoto to find it.

“Oh you little bottom, threatening me with a knife? You do know you can’t escape me here, right?”, Vox teases despite giving up his antics.

“But I’m still the one with the knife”, Shoto disagrees and quickly moves his hand towards the cilantro, or coriander, before grabbing it with a happy hum.

Of course, as the ingredient had been placed quite far on the cabinetry, Shoto made sure to bend over it a little again.

“He just did it again, chat, can you hear this? Unbelievable”, he sighs, feigned disappointment lacing his tongue.

“You know, since you have to be blindfolded tomorrow, you should technically be really nice to me so that I’m nice tomorrow too”, Shoto ponders and makes Vox laugh a little bit.

“Aw do you really think a little blindfold on me will make you the top sweetheart? You’re so naive”, he teases.

“You know, if you want me to praise you, you can just tell me directly”, he shrugs, making the demon slayer roll his eyes under the blindfold.

“I’m going to slice you into little cubes tomorrow, you’ll see”, he grumbles defeated, not denying the Praise Kink accusations because honestly, that could be an arrow in his own leg for later, when Vox and he eventually go to home base.

Because maybe he does want Vox to tell him he’s doing a good job (but he practiced for that exactly, so he doesn’t need any pity-praises).

“If you do I can’t praise you though”, he mentions, as Shoto puts the cilantro, or coriander, on his cutting board and prepares to cut it.

“Shut up bastard”, he groans annoyed and slowly starts cutting, careful in order not to slice his other hand that keeps the ingredient in place.

“Be careful with your knife before insulting me baby”, Vox warns and moves a little closer to the human next to him, in order to be ready to hold is right hand before it can cut his left.

“I am careful!”

“Yeah, but your pieces are way too big, unless you want us to taste coriander only when we eat it later”, he argues.

“Either the pieces are big or I cut my hand”, Shoto argues back.

“True, or we do the third option.”

“What’s the third option?”

Vox doesn’t reply verbally and instead moves behind Shoto again, placing his hands above Shoto’s and his hand on his shoulder before helping the boy cut.

“Using the demon joker of course”, he grins, breath brushing over Shoto’s neck.

The poor boy, who feels like he’ll go into heat like an actual dog soon, has all sorts of reactions, first his breath hitches from the sudden closeness, then his cheeks start burning as if set on fire as soon as he can literally feel Vox’s lips on his skin whenever the voice demon talks.

“O-oh, that’s a lame joker”, he catches himself before he can fall any more for Vox.

“Chat, isn’t he so endearing when he lies?”, Vox converses with Shoto’s chat calmly while the demon slayer is losing his mind from the close body contact.

He needs a few seconds to be reminded of his plan to seduce Vox, and not to be seduced by Vox, and the fact that this is the perfect opportunity to jump to phase 3 instead of continuing with phase 2.

Phase 2 was supposed to be him being a bit more obvious but it seems like that was already done with their conversation earlier and thus phase 3, the body contact phase, is already in full move.

A sly smile steals itself on his lips, while Vox is concentrated on talking with Shoto’s chat, and he coincidentally wiggles his butt a little while pressing back against Vox’s crotch as he increases his height by standing on his tippy toes, acting as if he’s trying to get a bit more comfortable in between the strong arms of his companion.

“Ah actually the thing is, when we decided on what we’ll be cooking, the little demon slayer here had the idea to- to uh use a wheel of chance to decide between hm, what was it again? Help me out here big guy”, Vox stops in between, biting back a grunt that wants to leave his throat and quickly keeps on talking, before using the closeness between them to press Shoto forwards who loses the balance on his toes and slumps against the counter a bit, held up between Vox’s crotch and the cabinetry which presses uncomfortably against his dick and forcing a squeal out of his mouth.

“Uh- right we had dumplings and uh we thought about making red velvet cake or uh cookies, a pasta recipe too or some healthy food that Vox selected, I don’t remember the names though”, he forces himself to say despite the sudden pressure on his poor cock.

“Right, of course he doesn’t remember the healthiest options we had”, said demon snorts amusedly and increases the pressure, causing Shoto to tense his jaw tightly in order not to release any obvious sounds.

How come this had backfired so hard?

This was not supposed to go this way at all! Vox should have quietly enjoyed his ass instead of causing all the blood in his body to flow downwards!

“Don’t look at me”, he mumbles weakly and resumes with cutting the last pieces of the first ingredient.

At least they are only at the first, giving him many more opportunities to turn this around – as of now this is a catastrophe.

“Why’s that boy?”, Vox smirks before noticing that they are done and moving back, completely cutting off the body contact and standing back next to Shoto who is able to fully stand on his feet again and bites his own tongue in order not to glare at him and make it more obvious to their audience (which he keeps on forgetting are even there).

“Let’s just move on”, he pleads and searches for the bowl with his hands, in order to place the cut-up cilantro, or coriander, inside of it.

“But you look so sweet when you’re flustered boy”, Vox teases but doesn’t keep bringing it up and instead quickly steps closer to Shoto when he is close to dropping the cut-up ingredient on the counter instead of into the bowl.

“Careful there, a little more to the right”, he mutters and Shoto quickly obeys, angling the cutting board differently before he slowly pushes it into the bowl.

“Ah by the way chat, since the dough needs to sit quite a while I already made that yesterday and so we only have to do the filling and dip and then make the dumplings”, Shoto explains as he dumps everything into the bowl.

Next up, he has to mince ginger and just like before, Vox makes sure to check that he isn’t cutting his fingers off. He has to add a few other things like sesame oil, rehydrated shiitake, shaoxing wine, soy sauce, white pepper, ground pork and an egg.

When he cracks open the egg, listening to Vox talking with the chat, he is very busy thinking about how to finally make phase 3 a little more interesting.

Especially because every attempt of his to make body contact with Vox has backfired until now.

From being pressed up against the cabinetry to trying to subtly brush his hand against Vox’s only for the demon to fully hold it, compare their hand sizes and proudly declare that his are bigger.

And let’s ignore the fact that Shoto can barely focus whenever Vox starts playing with his hair, petting his head while giving the blindfolded Shou orders on how to put the ingredients in the bowl.

“Your hair is so fluffy boy”, is what he said as an excuse and even asked what kind of shampoo he uses, before he talked to the chat about how soft Shoto’s hair is for three minutes straight.

So honestly, with all these thoughts in his head and Vox currently talking about how he tried to make dumplings one time but fucked it up completely, it’s no wonder that the egg doesn’t land where it’s supposed to at all.

Shoto already tilts his head confused, when Vox goes silent and he lowers his hands, feeling the edge of the bowl on his wrists.

Oh no.

He slowly puts the egg-shells on the side, ignoring how they smack on the ground instead of the cabinetry and instead searches on the worksurface.

As soon as his hands touch the wet, slimy substance of the egg yolk and he says “Eww”, Vox begins wheezing, obviously having held it back until now.

Shoto pouts and uses his other hand to push the blindfold over his eyes, seeing that his finger broke the yolk of the egg that landed on the worksurface instead of the bowl.

“I leave you to yourself for one minute and that’s what happens”, Vox scolds while drowning in laughter making Shoto roll his eyes as he half-heartedly hits his back.

“Shut up, it’s not like I’m blindfolded or anything”, he whines and looks at the sad egg that dirties the counter.

“You just wasted a chicken-baby”, Vox adds after laughing at him for twenty more seconds, making the younger boy gasp.

“Y-You! Don’t say it like that!”, he protests quickly and looks for a washcloth to throw the wasted egg away.

“But it is a chicken-baby!”

“Chat please educate Mr. Akuma on why it isn’t a chicken baby”, he replies dryly, leaving Vox to chuckle amused as he quickly cleans the egg up.

“Chat is agreeing with me though!”

“Chat! Don’t betray me like this!”, he scolds his own chat and rushes back.

“You know what, I’ll do a poll and then we’ll know for sure”, he grunts and starts a poll, whether an egg is a chicken-baby or just an egg.

“Don’t leave me hanging guys!”, he pleads as he waits for the numbers to come in.

Let’s say he stared at his chat in disappointment as soon as it decided 74% to 26%, that it is a chicken-baby.

“See? I’m always right”, Vox smirks satisfied and ruffles through Shoto’s hair who glares up at him.

“Don’t look at me”, he grunts annoyed and turns around to finally keep going with the cooking.

Despite dumplings being a quite easy recipe for the most part, the stream is already going for an hour and will probably total to about two, since they always stop and have conversations in between.

After successfully breaking an egg into the bowl, the blindfold back on his eyes, he only has to mix it well, Vox helping him before he rolls out the dough, too afraid that Shoto will drop it, leaving Shoto to take a short break with the blindfold off.

Let’s say the poor boy nearly drools at the sight of the flexing biceps when Vox kneads the dough properly, with rolled up shirt and everything.

If they wouldn’t be streaming, he would literally jump the man right then and there, rip the buttons open to see the rest of the promising muscles.

But he contains himself and quietly sips his water, trying not to stare too much at the flexing muscles that stretch the fabric of his shirt and cause him to swallow the saliva in his mouth.

When Vox side-eyes him he quickly looks away and could swear that the demon had a knowing smirk on his lips, but chooses not to think about it more than he has too.

Afterwards they use cookie cutters to shape the dough into round pieces for the dumplings.

“Okay now you add the filling with this spoon and shape them”, Vox instructs and puts a spoon into the blind Shoto’s hand, fingers brushing for a short second, before Shou’s hand grasps the silverware.

In the other, he places one round piece of dough, before Shoto takes a deep breath and scoops up a bit of the filling, before placing it into the middle of the dough.

This is exactly what he practiced for (yes with eyes closed, he's committed), because now he can make a very pretty dumpling, so he carefully shapes it as perfect as he can, proudly turning into the direction where Vox usually stands and presents it on his hand.

“And?”, he asks innocently, leaving the room in silence, causing him to pout.

“Is it ugly?”, he asks and turns forward to try and show it the camera.

“I’m blindfolded so you can’t even make fun of me if it is!”, he scolds Vox, who steps closer and pulls Shoto’s hand to himself to look at it closer.

“No it’s so perfect, I’m surprised”, he mumbles, amazed by the perfect dumpling on Shou’s hand. The boy grins satisfied and puts it down before making another one and another one.

Vox can only watch him with an open mouth as he produces more and more perfect dumplings.

“You’re way too good at this boy, now I need to try too”, he grunts and steals the blindfold from the smaller boy.

Shoto grins in success and stands on his tippy toes again, in order to blindfold Vox, before giving him the spoon and a round piece of dough.

“Alright”, he nods and starts to make his own dumpling, determined to make it work.

But his result (obviously) looks way sadder than Shoto’s, making the boy laugh manically since Vox will never know why he is that much better.

“There is just no way!”, he gasps at his own result once he takes the blindfold off and presents both of them to the chat.

“You said you never made them before but I did! How are you so much better?”, he says insulted, making Shoto grin.

“Well I’m just way more talented than you”, he sounds proud and Vox rolls his eyes at him.

“Brat”, he grumbles under his breath and looks at him with narrowed eyes.

“Well then let’s set a timer and see who can make more in one minute!”, he tries and looks down at Shoto who shrugs.

“Sure, let’s do it”, he nods and pulls his phone out to start a timer.

Quickly, Vox learns that Shoto can do it even quicker when his eyes aren’t blinded and is put in his place quickly, when Shoto finishes with five more than he did.

“I can’t fucking believe this!”, he scoffs annoyed and shakes his head.

“Chat, now you’ve seen it live, Vox Akuma is a bad loser”, he teases with a grin as they start placing the finished dumplings into a pan.

“I’ll show you the bad loser”, the loser grumbles while shaking his head, making Shoto smirk at the camera.

Phase 4, impress him with the newly acquired cooking skills, is thus successfully finished.

Maybe phase 3 didn’t fully go how he had planned it to, but at least phase 4 was a complete success.

They both wait patiently while the dumplings are being fried, later adding water into the pan and chatting with their viewers about multiple different topics.

Once the alarm on Shoto’s phone suggests that they are finished, they quickly put the pan off of the heat and Vox puts the dishes they used into the sink or dishwasher, while Shoto puts the dumplings on a plate and fills soy sauce into a small soy sauce plate.

“Are you ready?”, he asks as they both have a dumpling, formerly dipped into the soy sauce, in their chopsticks.

“I’m very ready”, Vox nods and they both take a bite from the steaming dumplings.

Vox swallows the bite satisfied but Shoto starts whimpering as soon as it touches his tongue, hurriedly swallowing as he waves air towards his mouth.

“Hawt!”, he complains breathily, leaving Vox to smirk.

“Shall I cool your tongue with mine, boy?”, he asks with a satisfied grin, leaving Shoto to kick his leg with his own.

“Shtupid demown”, he grunts and ends up drinking a glass of cold water that Vox gives him as he grins towards the camera.

“Isn’t he adorable?”, he asks the viewers as he watches Shou gulp it down before he sticks out his tongue at him with a ‘bleh’ sound, proudly eating the rest of his dumpling which has successfully cooled down by now.

“Ohh we are getting brave now, huh? Just wait until the camera stops rolling you little twat”, Vox sings, seemingly unaffected as he eats another dumpling, also unaffected by the heat of said food.

“Shut up”, Shoto narrows his eyes at him and carefully bites into another dumpling as well, after having blown on it to make sure he doesn’t burn his tongue off again.

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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.”