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It was a completely normal day at the hotel for Alastor. Keyword, was . Until an insult apparently went too far. “I am not shocked Lilith is Charlie’s favourite parent. Lilith was our queen , she did all the work for Hell that you didn’t do. All while you were absent for… what reason? Embarrassed that Heaven didn’t want you? Well now your wife doesn’t either, so was it worth it, Lucifer? Were you as absent a husband as you have been as a father?” Alastor had said after Lucifer had the audacity to insult his mother. It was a mild insult about her ability to “control her son” when Alastor was a child, but it was enough to piss Alastor off.
Apparently he had gone too far. Because now he was tied up in one of Lucifer’s far too fancy chairs in his chambers. It was cushy and red with custom gold trim, and It made Alastor’s blood boil for no reason. The fact that his wrists and ankles being shackled to it with magic gold chains might be a reason, actually. The way Lucifer was looking at him also made his skin prickle with rage. He didn’t even appear angry anymore like he was when he grabbed Alastor and teleported them here. Now he was looking down at him with a small smirk curling at his lips, like he was enjoying this. He probably was, the sadistic freak. Lucifer’s eyes were still red, his horns and wings were out, and his silly tail was flicking around behind him. Alastor couldn’t lie, he preferred Lucifer like this. Maybe he was a masochist, but seeing Lucifer in his fully demonic form was doing something to him. Although he’d never show it. He glares up at Lucifer with his lip curled, a growl brewing behind his throat.
“You look good like this, y'know. All tied up… at my mercy… being punished for your insolent mouth,” Lucifer purrs, circling the chair Alastor was writhing in, the spade of his tail brushing across his chest. Alastor couldn’t hold back his growl, but he didn’t dare speak up. “Regardless of my… involvement in the rulings of Hell in the past, I am still your King. You will watch how you speak to me, sinner.”
Alastor’s antlers were growing and his eyes turned into deep black pools with pink dials for pupils. He could feel his anger growing in intensity upon being spoken down to like that. But at the same time, another emotion was rising to the surface. One he doesn’t feel often. One that made his stomach feel hot and his thighs tingle. He just hoped Lucifer wouldn’t notice.
“Bullshit. You are as much of a king to me as you are a husband to Lilith. No wonder she left, ” Alastor spat out, his smile morphing into a sneer.
Now that made Lucifer angry. Within the blink of an eye his black heeled boot slammed down on the chair between Alastor’s legs, and his black-clawed hands gripped the back of the chair on either side of his head. His face was closer than it had ever been, close enough for Alastor to smell the scent of… roasted apples? A ball of flame appeared between the red horns that grew even longer, tearing at the milky white skin of his forehead. Alastor felt hot. For more reasons than one. The heat in his stomach was almost unbearable, and he felt a sensation that almost felt like a coil tightening deep in his core. He was hard. It was undeniable. He let out a shaky breath, wishing Lucifer’s boot wasn’t pushing against his crotch but also wishing he’d push harder.
“Oh-ho-ho, clearly you still haven’t learned your fucking lesson. Simply tying you up wasn’t enough to intimidate you? Understandable. We’ve just gotten started then…” Lucifer pushes his toe against him harder, his brows furrowing in curiosity before he looks down between Alastor’s legs and smirks when he realizes he’s very erect. Alastor growls at him again, partly due to embarrassment at being caught like this. Lucifer looks back up at Alastor’s blushing face with a mischievous smirk. “Interesting. Change of plans, Bambi.”
Before Alastor can protest, Lucifer presses his whole foot against his boner, causing Alastor to hiss with pleasure and shock, humiliated by his own lack of control in this situation. A far shakier growl escapes his throat when Lucifer chuckles at him, half his mind too occupied by the new pressure on his cock to properly control his breathing.
“Someone sure is sensitive, huh? When’s the last time someone touched you, Alastor? Are you touch-starved?” Lucifer leans into his ear and whispers, “need some… release? ”
“I don’t need any help from you, ” Alastor hisses out at him, his voice filled with contempt on that last word. But he couldn't deny that it was Lucifer himself who got this reaction out of him. It was his fault for getting so close to him, for having those striking red eyes, for pressing his damn heel against Alastor’s crotch while he gets increasingly hard. “Besides, if your beloved wife left so willingly, you can’t have been that great in bed.”
Alastor smirks as Lucifer tries (and fails) to reign in his anger after that insult. Flame flickers in his eyes as he takes a few deep breaths while glaring at Alastor. Suddenly, Lucifer is on his knees in front of him, dark grey hands trailing up Alastor’s black slacks as his long forked tongue flicks out to moisten his lips.
“Oh yeah? You wanna test that theory? I bet I could get at least five orgasms out of you by the time the hour is up, using only my hands and mouth.” Suddenly, he drags his claws down Alastor’s thighs, cutting open his pants and even digging into his skin and making Alastor let out a small hiss of pain. But Lucifer doesn’t break eye contact. “All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I will. But if you do, I’ll resort to my original plans of punishment for you, and you’ll still be stuck with that boner. So I suggest you shut your disrespectful mouth and let me punish you in a much more fun way for both of us~”
Alastor swallows thickly. On one hand, he longed for release. He wanted Lucifer to touch him. On the other hand, he knew it would severely bruise his ego to allow himself to give in to the little clown. Pride and lust were battling in his brain and Asmodeus was coming out on top… ironically.
Alastor says nothing. He just glares down at Lucifer with bitter contempt in his eyes, his smile straining against the invisible thread that holds it together. Lucifer chuckles and takes it as a sign to continue, now working on the button and zipper of Alastor’s tattered slacks. Why the hell was he agreeing to this? He gulps again as Lucifer's skilled hands brush over his hard-on, the bulge clearly visible through his boxers now that his pants were around his bound ankles. Lucifer was right when he assumed Alastor hadn’t been touched in a while. He had never let anyone get so close to him in such an intimate way when he was a mortal. He didn’t have time for it, nor did he desire it. He didn’t see how being vulnerable with another person would be beneficial or safe for him at all. During his early years in hell he had a fling with Vox, so he wasn't a complete virgin, but he preferred to pretend that never happened.
Alastor watched as Lucifer’s hands inched up his thighs again, his fingers toying at the tip of his dick that had started leaking precum through his boxers without Alastor’s knowledge. This was embarrassing. But he wouldn’t dare tell him to stop and risk appearing weak in Lucifer’s eyes. Because despite his previous words, Alastor did see Lucifer as a king. His king.
“So excited already and I haven’t even touched you yet. How… pathetic… ” Lucifer droned as he fully palmed Alastor’s cock, humming to himself as he realized Alastor was much bigger than he anticipated. But he didn’t say anything about it. “Five should be easily doable.”
Alastor’s lip curled back at Lucifer’s teasing. “Just get on with it already.” Alastor snapped, annoyed by how cocky Lucifer was being.
That got another chuckle from Lucifer, but he conceded, his fingers curling under Alastor’s boxers and pulling them down his scarred thighs. Alastor felt a small sense of pride when Lucifer bit his lip upon seeing his length unveiled before his shining eyes. Maybe this wouldn’t be so unbearable after all.
“You’re right, I can’t be wasting time, it’s already 8:15, I’ve only got forty-five minutes to prove myself.” Lucifer’s eyes flashed with mischief again, making Alastor stiffen (in a couple different ways).
Without hesitation, Lucifer licks a stripe up Alastor’s shaft from his balls to his glistening tip, earning a gasp from Alastor as he grips the armrests tighter. Lucifer wastes no time taking him into his mouth, one hand gripping him at the base while the other digs into his thigh. Alastor holds back a groan as Lucifer takes him deeper, going slowly to adjust to the thickness of him. He can’t keep his eyes off the blond as his head bobs up and down his length, cheeks hollowed out and eyes closed in concentration. Alastor’s claws dig into the gold-painted wood of the chair, splintering it in his attempts to hold back any noises that threaten to bubble out of his throat and embarrass him further. Lucifer is frighteningly good at this for being married to a woman for the majority of his existence. Alastor doesn’t want to think about why that might be.
Alastor is already close. Lucifer has picked up his speed, sucking on him fervently in a desperate attempt to get him to cum as soon as possible. His hand strokes him where his mouth can’t reach, the sight of Lucifer struggling to take him all in almost gets a moan from him. Almost. His eyelids flicker as he tries to hold back, that coil tightening in his core as he’s brought closer and closer to the edge by Lucifer’s hot, wet mouth. His hips twitch and his breath hitches, causing Lucifer to look up at him through his lashes. That sultry look in his eyes pushes Alastor over the edge, his head thrown back over the backrest of the chair with a choked moan as he cums down Lucifer’s throat, hips thrusting as much as they can to chase his release. He feels Lucifer swallow, but the little bastard doesn’t stop. Alastor groans as he looks back down at Lucifer, who’s smirking with just his tip in his mouth sucking on it languidly as his hand starts doing all the work, using his own saliva and the trails of cum that dripped down Alastor’s shaft as lube. He glances at the clock and sees its 8:22. He realizes he’s already lost this little bet.
Alastor bites down on his lip to keep any humiliating noises he could accidentally make at bay, eyes trained on Lucifer again with much less contempt than before. He watches as Lucifer’s other hand slides across his inner thigh, reaching between Alastor’s legs to cup his fur-covered balls. A reluctant moan makes its way out of his mouth when he feels that hand squeeze, heat spreading through his thighs and making his stomach flip. His hooves curl as he feels his second orgasm rapidly approaching, taking him by surprise. He moans wantonly as he cums again, this time onto the forked tongue in Lucifer’s open mouth. That little slut was enjoying this way too much. His slick hand jerks him until Alastor has nothing left to give, swallowing with a smug smile on his pale face.
This time, Lucifer takes his hands off of him completely, letting Alastor catch his breath and relax his tense body. He closes his eyes and leans his head back against the chair, the muscles in his thighs contracting every few seconds from the aftershocks of pleasure. And then, without warning, Lucifer wraps his hands around Alastor’s thighs and pulls him down the chair so his ass hangs off the edge. His gaze snaps back down to Lucifer, eyes wide.
“Break’s over, Bambi. It’s almost 8:30 and I’ve still got three more orgasms to pull out of you. You have more to give me, don’t you Al? You’ve been so good for me thus far, though I’m a little disappointed by how quiet you’ve been. Maybe this will remedy that…” Lucifer chuckles, his tongue swiping over his glistening lips and looking at Alastor as if he was a meal to be devoured. Which, he supposed, wasn't too far off considering how much of Alastor’s cum he’s ingested in the last fifteen minutes.
Lucifer’s left hand slips between Alastor’s legs again, a clawed finger teasing the taut muscle around the hole below his balls. Alastor’s ass clenches at the foreign sensation and he tries to straighten himself up, but Lucifer’s right arm is firmly wrapped around his thigh, holding him in place. Alastor’s eyes are wide as he watches Lucifer smirk up at him before focusing on the task at hand.
“Don’t worry Al, I’ll make sure this feels fantastic for you. I don’t know how familiar you are with the prostate, but believe me, you’re about to be.” He has an almost sadistic grin on his face as he sucks on his own fingers, before he reaches down again and pushes one of them into Alastor’s tight hole.
It wasn’t an… unpleasant feeling, but it wasn’t exactly pleasurable either. Not yet, at least. Alastor’s jaw clenched tightly as Lucifer’s finger works its way in and out of him, getting him used to the sensation. He slides it in to the knuckle before curling it upward, seemingly searching for something. Alastor can tell when he finds it, a burst of white-hot pleasure spreading throughout his whole body as his finger presses against a specific spot inside of him, making Alastor cry out in pleasure. He doesn’t even have time to be embarrassed about it before Lucifer presses it again, pulling another moan out of him. With every curl of that damned finger, Alastor’s thighs twitch from the overwhelming pleasure. He isn’t able to hold back his moans anymore, especially when a second finger joins the first, scissoring him open until Lucifer has enough room to work with. He quickly resumes his attack on Alastor’s prostate, chuckling as his hips start rolling to meet his fingers’ movements.
“C’monnn, Bambi… you’ve got a few more in the chamber for me, don’t you? Feed me, Seymour~ ” Alastor doesn’t get the reference, but he doesn’t have the time (or brainpower) to dwell on it, consumed by the pleasure he was receiving.
He’s so distracted that he doesn’t even realize his ankles have been released from their magical shackles. His hooves curl in his boots as his third orgasm creeps up on him, his stretched hole tightening around Lucifer’s experienced fingers. He cums again with an exhausted whimper that turns into a drawn-out moan, making a sticky mess on his usually pristine waistcoat. His fluffy ears are pressed flat against his head as he takes shaky breaths, ashamed of himself but too aroused to really care. Every breath causes his overstimulated cock to rub against his spunk-covered coat, a couple choked whimpers bubbling out of his throat.
“Awww, poor deer. Panting and sweating like a dirty whore… I like it. At least this got you to shut your fucking mouth… well… in one way. That’s all I wanted. For the sassy insults to cease for five. Fucking. Minutes.”
Alastor wasn’t expecting himself to enjoy being degraded as much as he did. It relit the spark in him. “ You’re the slut who wanted to do this in the first place, and you’re clearly enjoying the power-trip far too much. What, did your wife usually top? Sorry, ex-wife ~”
That was a mistake. Lucifer grabs the base of his (shockingly still hard) cock much too hard, causing Alastor to growl from the sudden painful stimulation. Suddenly, a third finger joins the other two while Lucifer glares at him with those damned red eyes that Alastor loved a little too much. His fingers slide in and out of him with a newfound aggression, drawing out a loud, pained cry from Alastor with every punch to his prostate.
“What did I tell you about that fucking mouth of yours, hm? Don’t forget, this is a punishment. Because you clearly don’t know how to shut the fuck up, do you have any sense of self-preservation? I suppose not, since you’re a little masochist who got hard from being chained up and threatened. I should’ve expected such from a dirty sinner like yourself, I suppose. Now shut your smartass mouth and cum for me, Bambi.”
Alastor’s very sudden fourth orgasm comes as a shock to him more than the other three did, his dick shooting out the milky fluid straight up and back down onto himself and Lucifer’s hand. His teeth dig into his bottom lip, drawing blood as he practically screams with pleasure. God, how much more depraved could he get? His eyes roll back and flutter shut, his head lolling to the side as he comes down from his high. So, Lucifer being genuinely commanding turned him on? What an interesting revelation. ‘Cum for me, Bambi.’ Alastor had to be losing his mind from the overstimulating pleasure, that was all. Just a chemical reaction. He was still in control deep down. If he didn’t want to entertain the circus freak any longer, all he had to do was tell him to stop… So why didn’t he? Alastor didn’t truly know. Maybe it was masochism. Regardless, all he had to do was get through one more orgasm and the little king would let him go. Except… he already had let him go. Alastor is just now realizing that both his ankles and wrists are unbound. How long has he been free? Does that mean Alastor was simply letting this happen? Did he… want this? That fucking snake of a man released him on purpose, didn’t he? To get in his head like this, make him think he truly is just a filthy whore… and maybe he is.
Alastor keeps his mouth shut, blood dripping down his chin and leaving a crimson trail of evidence. Evidence that Alastor was losing his grasp on his self-control. Lucifer pulls his fingers out, leaving Alastor’s hole clenching around nothing, feeling annoyingly empty. He grins up at him, a sadistic expression on his stupid, perfect face.
“ Good boy, Alastor, that’s what I’m talking about. Now c’mon, just one more for me. We’ve got fifteen minutes left and I know you can give me more.” Lucifer licks the cum off of Alastor’s dick thoroughly before he starts cleaning off his hand as well. Alastor can’t help but watch as that sinfully long tongue curls around his own fingers, sucking Alastor’s essence off of them. He shamefully wonders what else that tongue could do…
He doesn’t have to wonder for long though. Lucifer lowers his head back down between Alastor’s legs, this time going lower. He feels that forked tongue lick at the underside of his balls, slowly making his way down to Alastor’s taint, and eventually, his hole. The muscles flutter at the new sensation, still a little stretched from Lucifer’s fingers. Alastor moans unabashedly, too exhausted to hold them back anymore. Lucifer’s tongue teases his rim for a moment before finally pushing in, wetter and warmer than his finger but still a now familiar sensation. Alastor welcomes it, much to his chagrin. He knows this will be the last time before he can finally retire to his room and reflect on this humiliating experience. His hard-on has finally subsided after that last intense orgasm, but it didn’t matter. Lucifer would make him cum while he was soft if he had to. Alastor no longer doubted his abilities to do so, that’s for sure.
Lucifer’s tongue is as skilled as his fingers, quickly finding all of Alastor’s sweet spots, reaching deeper than his fingers could. It doesn’t take him long to find Alastor’s prostate again either, his wet muscle firmly pressing against it as Alastor lets out all the filthy noises he’s been holding in for the past fifty minutes. Remembering that his hands are free, he reaches down and clutches Lucifer’s hair, desperate for some sense of control in all of this. He cards his fingers through his surprisingly soft locks, accidentally tugging when his tongue brushes against his sweet spot again, earning a moan from Lucifer. He moaned . The vibration from his voice echoes through Alastor’s insides, causing Alastor to let out a shaky sigh. Perhaps Lucifer was as much of a masochist as Alastor was, or at least had some kinks he was hiding from the Radio Demon. Alastor tests him again, tugging on his hair harder this time. Lucifer groaned again, working his tongue inside of Alastor more passionately than before. Alastor could feel the shaky breath Lucifer let out through his nose against his taint. That little slut. Lucifer wraps one arm around Alastor’s thigh, tugging it over his shoulder to get a better angle, allowing him to shove his tongue in deeper. Alastor’s moans deepen, his knee bending to hold Lucifer to him as if Lucifer would dare pull back.
He catches movement in his peripheral, craning his neck to look down at where Lucifer sits on his knees, realizing it’s Lucifer’s other hand. He’s palming himself through his pants, a very small dark spot forming at the tip of the tent in his slacks. The sight of Lucifer getting off to this and the feeling of his sinful tongue working wonders on his prostate send him over the edge for the fifth and final time, with five minutes to spare before 9:00. His fists clench in the blond’s hair, his moans intensifying his orgasm as he releases onto the same stain on his waistcoat from earlier, practically forming a puddle of his own sticky essence. Alastor’s hips roll against Lucifer’s mouth, his hand coming up to stroke Alastor’s spent length, milking out more of Alastor’s cum that he didn’t even know he had left in him. Alastor lets his leg slide off of Lucifer’s shoulder as he moves up, slipping his tongue out of Alastor’s hole to lick the pool of cum from the base of his softened cock, nose buried in his red pubes. Lucifer moves his lips up his shaft, licking away the white fluid again like he was a starved man, eyes half-lidded in a horny gaze. Alastor watches him almost in awe. How could he be so eager to taste something so disgusting? Alastor has never tasted his own spunk, but it couldn’t be that appetizing. Lucifer’s tongue swiping over his tip gets a small gasp from him, hands leaving the man’s hair to clutch at his own thighs instead. He digs his nails into the previous wounds caused by Lucifer's claws, hoping the pain would distract him from the overwhelming pleasure. Unfortunately, it only adds to it.
Luckily, Lucifer quickly moves on, sucking up the sticky residue on Alastor’s coat. The sight disgusts him, yet also makes his stomach flip. What was he turning into? Once Lucifer is satisfied, he sits up, hands grasping at the armrests. He kneels with one knee beside Alastor’s thigh, causing Al to straighten up in his seat. Lucifer leans closer, bringing a hand up to grasp his chin, forcing Alastor to hold his gaze.
“ Good boy ~” Before Alastor can protest, Lucifer kisses him hard. Alastor’s hands reach up to grip his small waist, ready to throw him across the room if needed. However, when Lucifer shoves his tongue into Alastor’s mouth, he’s distracted by the taste of himself. It’s quite bitter, but also… sweet. He could actually see the appeal. And when it was on Lucifer’s tongue… his essence on the King of Hell’s tongue… it was a bittersweet taste for a bittersweet moment. Alastor let Lucifer dominate the kiss, kissing him back with equal enthusiasm, much to his own surprise. He hasn’t kissed anyone in years, let alone like this. But he found himself enjoying the sensation, the taste of his own blood mixing in with his other taste.
Lucifer pulls away, far too soon in his opinion, Alastor leaning forward to chase his lips before he realizes what he’s doing and pulls back in embarrassment. Lucifer chuckles and wipes his lips, Alastor’s blood smearing across them and ending up on his hand as well. He wonders if Lucifer is aware while also thinking Lucifer looks like he has red lipstick on… a shockingly good look for him.
“Damn… if I had known milking you would be that effective in shutting you up, I would’ve tried it ages ago,” Lucifer teases, running the pad of his thumb across Alastor’s red lips.
“…perhaps you were too busy mourning your dead marriage ~” Alastor purrs back in retaliation, a smirk tugging at one side of his permagrin. He may be absolutely spent, but he was never too exhausted to talk back to Lucifer. Besides, his “punishment” was over and his ego was absolutely shattered. What did he have to lose?
Lucifer frowns darkly, looking Alastor up and down with an eerily calm demeanor. “Perhaps you haven’t properly learned your lesson after all. I tried shutting you up indirectly, but it seems that was the wrong method… No matter. I know other ways to shut you up in a more… literal sense. I’m sure you noticed, but I am hard as a fucking rock, so it’s my turn to get some relief. And I know the perfect way for you to help with that~”
If Alastor could frown, he would. But he did what Lucifer wanted him to, surely one backhanded comment wasn’t enough to earn him a second punishment. He was done. He was absolutely spent, he had to be done. And surely Lucifer wouldn't expect more from him… right?
“I’m sorry, what now?”