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Alastor hummed softly to himself as the morning light slowly began to filter in through the curtains. He was sitting up in bed, book in his lap as he had been relaxing all night. However, now the sun was in his eyes and he was finding it a bit harder to concentrate on the words.
So, instead of continuing to attempt reading, Alastor lets his attention drift elsewhere. Namely the sinner in bed next to him.
His screen was off, and if Alastor didn’t know any better it would look like he’s dead. But no, that’s just simply how he sleeps. He was plugged into the one outlet that Alastor had in his room, sleeping on his side facing the deer.
When Alastor placed a hand on the casing, getting closer, he could hear the whirling of his fans and the soft sounds of static emitting from his television head. Although it was silly to check, knowing that nothing happened to Vox whilst he was sleeping because Alastor had been here the entire time, Alastor could not help but check just to be sure. It would be a hassle to have to wait for him to regenerate, after all.
Alastor ran a claw down his casing—making sure to be careful about the sharp point—humming softly to himself as he pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his screen. He knew if Vox were conscious, he would be a blushing mess. He also knew if Vox found out about Alastor being so soft while he was unconscious, he would be incredibly jealous he wasn’t there to witness it.
The thought made Alastor chuckle quietly as he pulled away from Vox, looking back over at the light filtering in. It’s about time to wake Vox up and start their day. However, a part of Alastor wanted to just relax and do nothing today. He wanted to stay here, in bed, with a book in his lap and Vox curled up at his side.
It was the ideal day. Where Alastor wouldn’t have to worry about absolutely anything. Vox would be completely safe in his arms, out of harm's way. Alastor was more than capable of protecting their room from any danger. It’d be their own bubble.
However, as much as Alastor loved that idea, it couldn’t be. Alastor and Vox both had busy days ahead of them. Such as the life of being important, powerful overlords.
A small groan alerted Alastor that Vox was beginning to boot back up.
Picking up his book once more, Alastor went back to reading for the moment if only so Vox wouldn't know that he had been busy thinking. If he knew, then he would want to know, and it would only be a matter of time before Alastor indulged him. So, it’s best if Vox doesn’t get a hint.
“..Al?” Vox’s sleepy voice mumbled his name, hands seemingly feeling the bed for him. When they caught his side, Vox shuffled over—clinging onto Alastor’s side all whilst he still laid down. Vox buried his face into Alastor’s side, eyes still firmly closed. If he opened them, that would mean he has to wake up. “Are you awake?”
Alastor hummed, “Yes, I am, dear.” He confirmed. Alastor rarely ever went to sleep. Only in occasional moments of exhaustion did he allow himself to fall asleep with Vox, and each time they always somehow managed to sleep quite late in the day. He knew Vox always woke up on time too. He practically had his own personal alarm clock in his head that forced him awake. And yet, did they ever get up on time? No.
He thought it was quite endearing how Vox never had the heart to wake him up, no matter how many times Alastor told him it was fine and he wouldn’t mind. It could’ve been fear or it could’ve been the fact that Vox wanted to stay cuddled up to him for longer. Either were equally as likely options.
“Mm.. morning, Al..” Vox muttered into his side, as he had pressed the flat of his face into Alastor as much as possible.
Gently, Alastor traced the back of Vox’s ports with a feathery touch. “Good morning, mon cher. How did you sleep?” Alastor asked curiously. From the looks of it, he didn’t have any nightmares, but he could never be too sure.
Reluctantly, Vox cracked open his eyes, if only he was able to finally look at Alastor. He couldn’t stop a stupid grin from spreading across his face, shuffling himself closer to Alastor. “I slept well. How was your book?”
Alastor allowed his smile to soften, becoming warmer as Vox’s lopsided smile spread across his face. It was a smile that Vox only ever allowed Alastor to see, and in turn, only Vox got his softer smiles. “It was quite lovely. I barely even realized it was morning until the light started flooding in.” Alastor replied, finger still tracing the port of Vox’s television head.
Vox leaned into the affection and leaned into Alastor, practically boneless against him. He whined softly, nuzzling into his body. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to never want you to stop. I’m gonna get greedy.” Vox warned Alastor. Already did he want Alastor to do more.
Alastor chuckled, moving the hand teasing his ports to instead pinch the corner of his screen. “You’re right—I shouldn’t indulge too much. Otherwise you’ll become a spoiled brat, won’t you?”
Vox shrugged, chuckling as he peeled himself off of Alastor to sit up. “Maybe I’m already a spoiled brat.” Vox yawned, stretching his body as his systems slowly came online again.
As Vox stretched, Alastor greedily took in the skin that was peeking out from underneath his silk, red pajama top. Alastor wore a matching set of silk pajamas except his were in blue. Vox insisted that they wear each other’s colors—stating that it was cute and anyone who might see would be jealous of how much better of a couple they were than anyone else.
However, Alastor thinks it was just to stroke his ego. He knows Alastor loves it when he wears red. He loves it more when he gets to see Vox’s skin from underneath that red.
Alastor was tempted to force Vox’s shirt up more, but he decided against it. Vox will almost certainly start begging for more after that, and Alastor will be helpless to not agree, so it’ll be best to not even start it. They truly do have work to do today.
Vox relaxes, and the shirt falls back over his stomach and lower back. He swings his legs over the side of the bed, slipping his feet into his shark slippers before he stands. “Should we start our day?” Vox asks when his eyes land over to Alastor once more.
Alastor hums, considering this for a moment, before he nods. “I suppose we should, shouldn’t we?” Alastor replies. He puts a bookmark in his current page, shutting the book before placing it off to the side on his sidestand. Then, he stands, fixing the covers where he had been lounging underneath them. While he was at it he fixed the messy side of where Vox had been sleeping too.
Vox huffs as he impatiently waits for Alastor to be done making their bed, tapping his shark slipper against the floor as if it would cause Alastor to hurry up. If anything, Alastor slowed down just to make Vox suffer longer. Inevitably, however, he finished and leisurely made his way over to Vox’s side with his hands behind his back casually.
“Finally.” Vox states, before he turns and makes their way out of the bedroom and into the hallway. They walk down together, ending up in the living room where the kitchen also was off to their right.
“You could’ve gone out here alone, you know.” Alastor says as Vox went right up to the coffee machine—placing his favorite mug right where it belonged before pressing the button.
Vox rolled his eyes, “It wouldn’t have been the same without you here.”
Alastor cocked a brow, tilting his head. “What, making coffee?”
“Exactly. It’s better when you’re here.”
“Hmm.. careful, if you praise me too much this early in the morning I might just think too highly of myself throughout the day.” Alastor adored it whenever Vox stroked his ego. Vox really enjoyed doing it too, which Alastor enjoyed.
Vox grinned with a shrug, taking his mug away from the coffee maker before placing it onto the counter to begin pouring sweetener into it. A lot of sweetener. Vox quite enjoyed his sweet things. “Well, it’s not either of our faults that you just are better than everyone else.”
Alastor walks up behind Vox, grabbing his hips to kiss his shoulder gently. “You flatterer~” He cooed.
Vox pressed himself back against Alastor, looking over his shoulder with a shit-eating grin. “It’s not flattery if it’s just the cold hard truth.”
“Mm.. you’re making it quite difficult to start my morning, mon petit fauteur de troubles.” Alastor mumbles against Vox’s shoulder, causing a shiver to go down Vox’s spine. There was more than just shivers rushing down his body, however. “Comment vais-je pouvoir commencer ma journée alors que tu es si gentil avec moi?” His voice was still soft, and it didn’t even sound like the question was meant for Vox’s ears. Especially considering it was spoken in French and Vox did not understand French.
Vox giggled as he wiggled his hips back into Alastor more. “I don’t know what you said but I know you like thisss~ don’t even try to pretend!”
“When was I ever pretending I didn’t like this, love?” Alastor asks, using his hands on Vox’s hips to guide him into grinding back against him.
Vox squeaked as he felt Alastor’s growing bulge poking against his bottom, feeling blush quickly begin to cover his screen as blood rushed straight down to his own cock. His entire body felt impossibly warm all of the sudden. “O-Oh, uh, wow! I didn’t expect for you to actually do this..”
Alastor hums, slowing down the movements. “Do you not want this?”
“No!” Vox quickly denies, surprising even himself with how fast he shot that idea down. “No, I mean, I’m always happy to do this with you.. whenever you want, you know.”
Alastor chuckles lowly, and with how close he was to his audio sensors, it felt like it was vibrating in his head. “Of course. You’re just ashamed about how much of a slut you are for me, hm?”
Vox shivers, whining softly. “I-I’m not ashamed of it..”
“Oh? Then what’s the matter?”
“I-I’m just.. embarrassed. It’s embarrassing when you use me like this out of nowhere..”
Alastor moved a hand around to the front of Vox’s pajama pants, squeezing the prominent bulge straining against the fabric. He smiled wider at the keening noise Vox made from the pressure. “Poor boy.. it must be so hard coping with the embarrassment, huh?”
Vox whimpered, “Stop teasing me!” Vox complained, attempting to take initiative into his pleasure but he quickly got confused when he didn't know whether he was supposed to press forward or backwards.
Alastor chuckled, “Alright, my dear. I’ll give you fewer choices. I know how much you enjoy being brainless for me, ma salope insensée.” Before Vox could think about the continuous mocking, Alastor had picked him up and was placing him onto the countertop—facing Alastor. Alastor forced Vox’s legs apart, placing himself between them so he wouldn’t be able to close his legs and hide. Alastor smiles up at Vox as he traces a finger over the imprint of Vox’s cock against his thigh, “You’re so tantalizing, ma petite coquine.”
Vox whines, pressing his hips up into Alastor’s hand the best he possibly could. “Please, Al, please- I need you so badly!”
Alastor grins, tilting his head as he considers Vox. “What are you begging for, love? You’ll have to be more specific for me.”
Vox wanted to cry. He could feel his eyes begin to water. However, he held it in, letting out a strained whimper before he finally gave in. He had almost no shame left when it came to Alastor. He’d been reduced to much worse than this before. “Please fuck me, Al, please!”
“Good boy~” Alastor praised easily, humming as he pulled Vox’s pants down.
There he was able to see the fact that Vox was wearing no underwear. Alastor grinned at Vox, holding up two fingers to Vox’s mouth who eagerly took them in to coat his saliva all over them.
“You’re such an eager whore for me, mon cher. Aren’t you? I bet you were hoping I’d take you before bed. Perhaps whilst you were sleeping. Were you hoping I’d be able to have easy access to you? Hoping that I would just take you?” Alastor mocked as Vox moaned around his fingers, big tears filled Vox’s eyes but none had fallen yet.
Vox shamefully nodded around the fingers, confirming what Alastor was teasing him with. He couldn’t help it. He wanted to be entirely accessible to Alastor no matter the situation, and he didn’t want anything to stop him from doing what he wanted. So sleeping without underwear seemed like an easy decision.
Alastor cooed, his free hand gently rubbing circles into Vox’s hip. “You’re so cute, my love.” He praised, entirely pleased with how Vox was being. He didn’t miss the way Vox’s cock jumped against his stomach.
He pulls his fingers out from Vox’s mouth, a string of saliva connecting them still for a few seconds before it breaks. Vox’s eyes are fuzzy as he looks at Alastor, and he can see they’re already starting to form in the shape of hearts. Humming, Alastor forced Vox to lean backwards a bit, if only to expose his hole.
With his newly wettened fingers, he worms the two digits into Vox’s eagerly awaiting hole. He doesn’t wait very long before he’s stretching Vox open, curling and scissoring his fingers to make sure there’s enough space for his cock to make itself at home within Vox.
“Al, Al, Alastor..!~” Vox moaned out Alastor’s name helplessly, his mind quickly melting until he couldn’t think of anything but his partner. His lover. His husband. Vox keened, panting through the pleasure shooting up his entire body.
Alastor enjoyed the view for a moment. Vox, completely at his mercy, tears building in his eyes whilst his face was covered in blush. He could hear Vox’s fans begin to kick up a notch through the heat building in his entire body, and Alastor couldn’t help but feel quite satisfied with the fact that he could reduce Vox to this.
With his free hand, he runs it up Vox’s stomach, exposing more of his stomach and chest as he still had his pajama top on. Alastor smiled at the fluttering gills on his sides, gently rubbing them.
Vox’s breath hitched, his moans getting more high-pitched through the touch. “T-They’re sensitive, be careful!” Vox chastised, but Alastor knew Vox loved it whenever he played with his gills. They were sensitive and one of the main ways that Vox breathed. Alastor loved that he was trusted enough to touch his gills freely.
“Of course, dearest~” Alastor said, and he was careful as he didn’t want to hurt Vox too badly, he just didn’t particularly care to mind Vox’s warning. Gently, he dips a finger into one of the slits, which causes Vox to freeze up.
Alastor watched closely to make sure that Vox was still breathing, and wasn’t uncomfortable. What he saw was Vox’s face screwed up in pleasure, mouth wide open through the moans he was helpless to hold back.
He chuckled at the sight, quite enjoying bringing Vox apart. He’s sure Vox had been craving this all morning. Alastor sighed lightly—he really couldn’t stop himself from indulging the man, couldn’t he? He was quite spoiled. Alastor couldn’t stop himself though. Even if he tried, he’s sure he would fail within the hour. It’s quite hard to not indulge him. Not when he falls apart so prettily.
“M’gonna, gonna-!” Vox’s voice suddenly brings Alastor out of his thoughts, and as soon as he processes what he says, he pulls his fingers out of Vox’s hole and pulls his other hand away from Vox’s gills.
A tear fell down Vox’s cheek as all of the pleasure suddenly stopped, a desperate whine leaving his lips. “A-Al, please, I’ve been a good boy! S-So good, I want- need you to fuck me!” Vox begs so sweetly, seeming as though he would die if he didn’t get Alastor’s cock right now.
Alastor wasn’t so sure if that was exactly an exaggeration. He wouldn’t put that past Vox.
Regardless, Alastor pulls himself out from his pants and briefs, his cock hard and leaking a bit from the tip. It was hard to not get this way with such a delicious sight in front of him.
Vox keens at the sight, spreading his legs impossibly further apart in an attempt to appease Alastor into just entering him already. He did that to Alastor. No one else was allowed to see Alastor like this. Only Vox gets to see his soft smiles, his hunger, his body. All of that was his. His to keep all to himself.
Alastor takes himself into his hand, though he brings the other up to his mouth, spitting into it to make the surface of his cock slightly more wet. He’d prefer to not break Vox. When he deemed himself prepared enough, he pressed the tip of his cock to Vox’s entrance. “Are you ready, mon petit garçon parfait?”
Vox eagerly nods, “Please, fuck, Al! I need your cock so badly! If it’s not inside of me within the next five seconds, I swear, I’m going to kill you!” Vox quickly delved into the threats the longer that Alastor was just holding himself against the rim of his hole.
Alastor shivered at the threat, grin widening. As much as he would enjoy seeing Vox try, he’s also beginning to the end of his rope with all of the teasing. He needed Vox now and he needed him badly.
Without bothering to give Vox a reply, and in the middle of Vox continuing to threaten Alastor, he shoved himself inside in one thrust. They both moaned together at the feeling, where Vox finally felt himself begin to cry from the pleasure of Alastor inside of him, and where Alastor tightly held Vox’s hips with a bruising grip in an effort to maintain his composure.
Alastor didn’t bother to wait a second longer, nor did he bother to start slowly. He pulled out to the tip of his cock before he shoved himself back inside fully, practically punching the moans out of Vox.
Vox desperately clawed at Alastor’s back, heels digging into Alastor’s back to keep him as close as possible. His shark slippers had fallen off at some point but Vox couldn’t find it in himself to even notice. All he could think about was Alastor, all he could feel was Alastor, all he could see was Alastor. His mind was completely empty aside from Alastor and the pleasure that he was being provided. He was completely pliant in Alastor’s arms, only moving to meet each of Alastor’s punishing thrusts.
Alastor was also lost in the pleasure. Vox felt so perfect around his cock, squeezing and fluttering and sucking him in as though he never wanted him to leave. Alastor carved his place inside of Vox, and Vox’s body knew that they were both at home like this. Vox’s hole was made for Alastor’s cock. There was nothing else that could possibly satisfy Vox.
“T-Tu es une vraie salope. Une salope dégoûtante et répugnante. Mais tu es ma s-salope. À moi.” Alastor muttered through his small hitches of breath and groans, antlers beginning to grow as he growled lowly. “You’re mine. Do you hear me? Tell me you’re mine, dearest. Tell me.”
Vox moaned helplessly, feeling Alastor’s nails dig into his hips. “I-I’m yours! Yours, yours, a-all yours! Forever!” Vox admitted, eagerly obeying Alastor. It was true. He’s all Alastor’s.
“T-That’s right, you’re mine. Personne d'autre n-ne t'aura jamais. Je ne te laisserai jamais partir..” Alastor couldn’t help but delve into French the closer he got to his orgasm. His mouth fell open as he panted, eyeing where Vox’s pajama shirt had fallen and exposed his left shoulder. He could see his collarbone peaking through the red fabric. He looked perfect in red.
Vox could tell that Alastor was staring at his skin, and he tilted his head. “Bite me, bite me, please, Al! I want you to claim me! Mark me up right now!” Vox demanded greedily, nails digging deeper into Alastor’s back as he felt Alastor’s thrusts get sloppier.
Alastor didn’t waste a second before he was right on Vox’s shoulder. He pressed a small kiss to the surface before he opened his mouth and dug his teeth into the skin. Immediately, he tasted blood start to fill his mouth, and he eagerly lapped up at the wound as he continued to feverishly fuck Vox.
Vox cried harder, body beginning to shake and twitch as his gut began to twist in pleasure. “Al, Al, oh fuck! I’m close, m’gonna! Gonna!” Vox tried to get the word out but he couldn’t, far too overwhelmed with pleasure.
Alastor got the hint. He sucked on the bite mark that he had created on Vox’s shoulder, sucking more dark marks on his skin as he truly let himself go to desperately fuck into Vox.
As soon as he felt the build begin to get too close in his stomach, he reached out with one of his hands to begin jerking Vox off as fast as possible just to quickly overwhelm him. He wants Vox choking. “Cum, Vox, cum for me.” Alastor ordered.
Before Vox knew it, his vision faded as he screamed out Alastor’s name—painting Alastor’s hand with his release. The orgasm was only made better by the feeling of Alastor burying himself deep inside him, his warmth filling up his hole and insides.
Vox was left a sobbing mess by the end of his orgasm, desperately clinging to Alastor throughout it. Even when it finished, and he completely relaxed into Alastor’s safe and firm hold, he still cried.
Alastor was slightly worried, his breathing heavier than usual as he stared at Vox. “Are you okay, dear? Did I go too hard on you?” Alastor asked, unable to help his concern as Vox was crying quite hard. He always enjoyed making Vox feel so good he sobbed, but he didn’t enjoy it when it turned into tears of pain.
Vox shook his head frantically, but didn’t say anything, too caught up in his crying to be able to say a coherent sentence. Alastor relaxed now that he knew he hadn’t done anything to upset Vox, simply holding him close. He rubs the back of his partner, pressing gentle kisses against his screen. And if he licked up a few tears—it was just a bonus for taking care of Vox so well. “You did so good for me, my love.. you’re such a good boy. You’re perfect.” Alastor gently praised Vox through his crying, and slowly, Vox seemed to calm down.
Vox sniffled, “T-Thank you, A-Al.. I don’t know what I’d do without you..”
Alastor chuckled, rubbing his forehead against Vox’s as an extra comforting measure. “You’d die?” He offered.
Vox laughed, it being wet but genuine. “Probably.. I wouldn’t put it past me.”
Alastor hummed, kissing Vox some more. Namely, he gently kisses the hickeys and the bite mark he left in Vox’s shoulder. “It’s a good thing I’m here to take care of you, yes?”
“Yes, very good!” Vox replies with a smile, glancing over at his abandoned cup of coffee. “You know, I think sex is a much better way to wake me up. Do you think you could do this everyday so I don’t have to make coffee?” Vox asked with an innocent smile.
Alastor snorted, “I love you but not that much. Surely you can survive without my cock for a few hours after waking up?”
Vox whined—obviously not liking the idea of not getting fucked as soon as he woke up everyday. “I mean yeah but-”
“No buts, my dear! I can’t spoil you that much. You’ll get absolutely insatiable.”
“Fine.. you’re probably right.. but that doesn’t mean I’m happy about it.”
“I can tell. You seem like you’re about to cry again.” Alastor replies with a chuckle, gently wiping at Vox’s eyes, which makes Vox blush heavily again.
Vox huffs, squirming in Alastor’s hold. “Just clean me up! I’m starting to get sticky and it’s uncomfortable!”
Alastor raised an eyebrow, entirely unimpressed by his demand. “Is that any way to ask for things, dear? If you’re going to be rude, I might as well just leave you here.” Alastor warns Vox, who immediately starts backtracking. Good, at least he knows his place.
“Sorry, sorry! Can you please clean me up, Al? Pretty please?”
Alastor pretends to mull it over, taking an extra long time just because Vox deserved to squirm for demanding to be taken care of. Alastor would do it regardless, but he really ought to use his manners. Otherwise he’s just taking care of a snappy child and Alator would much prefer not handling a bratty, rude child. “Alright, fine. Up you go.” Alastor holds Vox in his arms, carrying him away and into their bedroom once more, before going into their bathroom.
He places Vox into the tub. He strips Vox of his shirt—that of which he was sad to see go—before he begins to hum as he turns on the water. He makes sure the water temperature is to Vox’s liking before he takes a small step back.
He barely makes it an inch away before Vox is whining. “Don’t leave, Al! Stay, please?”
“I wasn’t leaving, dear. Just making sure that you’re situated.” Alastor reassures, checking everything is okay, before he once again kneels down on the ground beside the tub. “Alright, hold still.”
Alastor begins to clean Vox up, where Vox is entirely pliant in his grasp. He moves when told to move, he stays completely still, and he simply just enjoys his time being taken care of by Alastor. He never did this for anyone else. He knew would do this for anyone else. Vox is special. He’s always been special.
When Vox is all clean, he drains the tub before wrapping him up in a towel, carrying him over to their bed. At least they hadn’t fooled around in the sheets so Alastor didn’t need to change anything. He places Vox down, humming as he grabs a different set of pajamas. Namely—the ones with shark print on them.
Vox notices how Alastor doesn’t grab briefs for him, but he doesn’t comment. He simply lets Alastor dress him into the shirt and pants, smiling dopily at Alastor. “Does this mean we’re going to be staying home for longer?”
Alastor hadn’t thought of it like that, but he supposed Vox wouldn’t be able to go to work in shark pajamas. Alastor nods, smiling indulgently at his husband. He couldn’t help himself sometimes. Besides, he already wanted this, so perhaps he was also indulging himself. “Yes, my dear.”
Vox seems incredibly pleased by that fact by the way that he pulls Alastor down onto the bed, immediately clinging onto him.
Alastor chuckles, rubbing Vox’s back as he was trapped beneath him and the bed. “Excited?” He teased.
“You don’t even know the half of it.” Vox replies with a giddy grin. “Let’s go back to sleep. I’m tired after being fucked so good.. you really wore me out.”
Alastor grins bigger under the praise. “Alright, love. We’ll take a nap.”
Vox giggles happily, nuzzling his face into Alastor’s chest as he makes himself right at home on top of Alastor. He doesn’t mind the weight at all. In fact, he welcomes it. Perhaps this time he’ll sleep with Vox. It IThad been quite the tiring activity, after all.
“Mm.. goodnight, Al..” Vox mumbled, seemingly already nearly the precipice of sleep.
Alastor chuckles quietly, tracing shapes into the surface of Vox’s back as he allowed Vox’s breathing to slowly even out. “..I love you, my dear.”
Vox took a moment to reply, however, he eventually did. “Love ya too, babe..” He replied sleepily, and soon, he was completely passed out on top of Alastor. He wasn’t plugged in but it’s not as though they were going to bed. It was just a small nap.
Alastor hummed, closing his eyes as he settled into the bed. The weight of Vox on top of him was nice. Grounding. He let himself trace shapes into Vox’s back until sleep inevitably overtook him too.
And if they didn’t wake up until five or so hours later, who really cares? It was a nap. Who cares what people say about how long a nap should be.
They were just enjoying each other’s company, each other’s closeness. It’s hard to wake up from something like that.
Also the fact that both Alastor and Vox neglected to set any kind of alarm. But who’s keeping track? They certainly aren’t.
All they needed to know is that they were taking the day off together, which meant they could frankly do anything they wanted to be doing. And if they wanted to sleep—they would sleep.
The rest of the day was bliss. They finally ate, had lots of conversations, and then they went out for a lovely night on the town. Alastor got his dinner, Vox got his entertainment, it was a perfect date between the two.
Vox would never get tired of it.
Neither would Alastor.
They loved each other far, far too much to ever get tired of what they had together.