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“Must you follow me everywhere?”
“Yep, Charlie's orders!”
He honestly couldn't care less if Alastor died. In fact, it would probably be better for all residents of the freshly rebuilt hotel. Alas, Lucifer’s beautiful, pure-of-heart baby girl had specifically asked him to watch over this rotten, unsalvageable ex-serial killer, so fearless protector he will be. “If you had been honest about your injury then I wouldn't have to follow you around.”
It is also a bonus that his presence seems to annoy Alastor to no end.
“I understand her orders.” Alastor sighs, put upon. “I simply don't think they should extend to my private quarters.”
“Well, I think they should. And you should be more appreciative!” Lucifer sticks his non-existent nose into the air and dresses himself in a cloak of superiority. Eyes shut lightly, he sing-songs in an over-saccharine tone, “Besides, you don’t need to worry Alastor. I won’t tell anyone about any freaky stuff that you get up to behind closed doors.”
“That's not something I’m overly concerned about.”
There’s the sound of fabric sliding against fabric.
“Although I would be curious if the other residents of the hotel would believe anything you saw, regardless.”
Lucifer peeks one eye open. “Why? Got something to hide, Mister Radi-Ah!”
Broad shoulders taper down over lightly furred skin into a narrow waist. With how slim the demon looks fully clothed, Lucifer would have expected to see protruding ribs, but the only bones he finds are two angular hip bones. They sit atop two lines marking the join of Alastor's pelvis and thighs, the gradient of fur turning darker as it leads to his–
Whirling around to put his back to Alastor, Lucifer covers his eyes frantically. ”Why are you taking your clothes off?!”
“I’m only getting comfortable after a hard day's work – not that you would know anything about that,” Alastor replies, unbothered. Fabric crumples to the floor. “I didn’t think you would be so bashful, Your Highness. After all, you are supposed to be temptation incarnate."
“Bashful? How dare–” Steeling himself, Lucifer turns back around even as he feels his stomach churning. “I – I don't care! It doesn't bother me one bit!”
“Is that so?” Alastor shuts the heavy doors to his chestnut wardrobe. “Then you wouldn't mind if I skip changing into my nightgown, then? I prefer to relax in a more… natural state.”
“A natural…” Lucifer squints and raises an eyebrow. The unasked question is answered the instant Alastor's long, red-tipped fingers reach for his belt. Oh, for fuck’s sake. “You're fucking with me. You don't just hang out nude in your room.”
Alastor's hands do not still. The latch of the belt is undone and Alastor feeds it through the loops as he asks, “How would you know what I do or do not do in the comfort of my own quarters?”
The challenge is evident but Lucifer doubles down. There's no way the prideful, reserved Radio Demon would actually get naked in front of him. And he didn't miss the annoyed grind of yellowed teeth. Calling this bluff would definitely piss off Alastor even more, so Lucifer crosses his arms. “Well, you can be uncomfortable for one night.”
“I believe you've misunderstood me,” Alastor unbuttons and unzips his dress pants, black cotton fabric peeking out of the open fly. “I am not willing to sacrifice my comfort for yours.”
Slack-jawed, Lucifer watches as Alastor steps out of his pants, all elegance and long legs. The shallow arcs of his thighs and calves has Lucifer’s throat tightening. Wait, is he actually going to..?
Alastor picks up his discarded shirt and coat as he slips off his argyle socks and straightens to his full height. Left in only black boxer briefs – more modern than Lucifer expected from a man so stuck in the past – Alastor turns towards an ensuite bathroom.
As soon as he sees the tail, all the oxygen leaves his head. If there is a single thought in Lucifer’s brain that manages to survive this encounter, it would be a miracle. Unbelievably soft-looking, a deer tail sits at the base of Alastor's spine just above an ass that Lucifer would be hard-pressed to call anything other than perky. The black cotton offers a stark backdrop to the fluffy red and cream-colored fur.
“Something the matter, Your Majesty?”
Yanking his gaze up and snapping his jaw shut Lucifer shakes his head violently. “Nope! No, not at all! What, uh, w–why would anything be wrong?”
A knowing smile grows like a weed over the vaguely annoyed smirk Alastor usually wears in Lucifer's presence. He leans against the door frame to the bathroom with crossed arms.
Faced with the full picture of Alastor's near nakedness, a single layer of fabric preserving his decency, Lucifer swears he's going to pass out from the lack of air. The scars that litter Alastor's body all look ancient and long since healed except for a single long scar spanning from his collar bone to his ribs on the opposite side. The same scar Lucifer healed that morning. Now that he didn't have Charlie's panicked begging for his help distracting him, he could appreciate that Alastor did have quite an attractive body.
He may hate the man, but Lucifer wasn't blind.
“I assume something must be wrong if your wandering eyes landed on me.”
Okay, maybe his gaze has lingered on the lines and curves of Alastor's body a bit too long. Hell would freeze over before he admitted it, though.
“I, uh–” Scrounging up his composure, Lucifer coughs and squares his shoulders. He folds his hands behind his back, feigns indifference, and says, “I wasn't looking at you like that! I just didn't know you had such a cute little tail. Not very fitting for the big, scary Radio Demon, huh?”
A flicker of the annoyance Lucifer is used to seeing crosses Alastor's face. “Variety is the spice of life-- or, should I say, death.”
Uncrossing his arms, Alastor steps closer to Lucifer and does something unexpected. Hooking his thumb in the waistband, he tugs the front of his boxer briefs down just enough to expose a single centimeter of the shaft of his dick. Lucifer’s eyes widen cartoonishly. Holy fuck. He's actually going to get naked.
“Last chance, Your Majesty. I suggest you leave. I wouldn't want to sully your angelic eyes,” Alastor warns, tugging the fabric down another centimeter. The sparse hair does little to conceal the delicate skin there.
"Puh-lease." Lucifer rolls his eyes to cover the fact that he was most definitely staring again. "You think I haven't seen a dick before?”
A moment of silence passes between them. They've called each other's bluff and all that's left to do is show their cards. It's too late to fold.
In one smooth motion, the underwear is slipped off and thrown into the bathroom to join the rest of the discarded clothing. Between Alastor's legs hangs one of the biggest flaccid cocks Lucifer has ever seen on a sinner that's mostly human. Not that he's seen a lot, exactly. Still, his eyebrows shoot up before he quickly looks away, his cheeks burning.
Alastor chuckles and strolls further into the room, toward him. “Feeling uncomfortable, are we?”
“Nope. I'm fine.” Lucifer sidesteps the very naked man headed his way and takes a seat in one of the armchairs facing the fireplace. Hopefully, with his back to the rest of the room, he can avoid seeing more of Alastor's private area while still annoying him with his presence. With a snap, he lights the fireplace, crosses one leg over the other, and scrolls desperately on his phone for a distraction. “You can get on with whatever you do at night. Let me know if you feel like you’re bleeding out again.”
“As His Majesty wishes.”
There are more shuffling steps and other noises Lucifer can't quite place. He would look up from his phone to see what the naked demon is doing, but the feeling in his gut is already a hair’s breadth from turning from uncomfortable to very much interested.
He does not see Alastor like that. Sure, the sinner could be quite beautiful from time to time. And so what if long legs we're a turn-on for Lucifer? Even the longest, most shapely legs meant nothing when they were connected to such a goading, negging asshole. Face scrunching in distaste, Lucifer wonders what good qualities his daughter sees in this guy.
“Something the matter?”
Despite his better judgment, Lucifer lifts his head to scowl at the voice, but the biting remark on his tongue gets stuck in his throat.
Sitting with a fine-boned ankle resting on the opposite knee, Alastor looks like a Renaissance painting. The thin fur covering his chest turns the color of golden-hour sunlight in the warm firelight. The figure four placement of his legs gives Lucifer a clear view of the thick cock laying heavy against Alastor's spread thighs. Lucifer can feel himself salivating.
Eventually, his brain reminds him that the owner of that long, mouth-watering– nope, try again– that Alastor, the infuriating egocentric maniac, had asked him a question. “Nothing. Just thinking about what a piece of shit you are.”
A staticky chuckle rumbles from Alastor's chest. “If you say so. Though, it would be my honor to remind you that you may leave at any time that you wish. In fact, I would prefer it if you did.”
No response is given even as Alastor returns his attention back to a book Lucifer hadn't even noticed was in his hand. Long, slim fingers support the pages and spine of the book. For the first time, Lucifer lets himself take in just how much bigger Alastor is compared to himself. Sure he, as the King of Hell, could adjust his size if he wished, but in his natural state his stature was pint-sized next to Alastor. Long-limbed and lean with a broad chest and proportionally large cock that Lucifer can't help sneaking a glance at. There's no way his own fingers would be enough to properly stretch himself enough, it would take a toy to reach anywhere near as deep as Alastor's cock could.
Shifting the book to his left hand, Alastor lets his right hand fall to his thigh, resting with his fingers teasing the skin of his inner thigh. Lucifer bites his lip and shifts in his chair. Those fingers could definitely reach deep enough to prepare him. Is the room getting hotter? Maybe he was sitting just a little too close to the fireplace.
Tearing his eyes away, his eyes search around the room for any kind of distraction because his phone is not cutting it. Alastor's shelves frame the fireplace and are stuffed full of books and knick-knacks, most an in elegant, antique gold. Titles of books blur together in a mix of both French and English. Raising a brow, he sneaks another peak at Alastor – not to get another look at anything below the belt, of course. Just to determine what book the man is reading.
It's a plain cloth-cover hardback book with a short, French title printed in gold foil along the spine and front cover. It's been centuries since Lucifer spoke or read French. What did it say? Something about flesh?
It would make sense. Lucifer has been witness to one too many of Alastor's cannibalistic meals, but his French is shaky enough that he could be wrong. Picking up his phone from where it lay discarded in his lap, he looks up the title online.
As if on queue, as soon as the page loads on his phone, the hand resting against Alastor's thigh moves. Lucifer just manages to keep his head from whipping to the side to watch, but he is very much laser-focused. At first, it just looks like nothing more than a twitch or fidget, but then the movement repeats. And repeats again. A single, tantalizing finger carefully traces a vein that runs the length of Alastor's cock and Lucifer is hypnotized.
A few more teasing strokes and Alastor’s cock twitches, coming to life. Lucifer is frozen as he watches barely-there touch morphs into loose tugs. Fuck, was he jealous of Alastor's nudity right about now – his pants were feeling incredibly tight all of a sudden.
Seemingly oblivious, Alastor continues reading his book, his usual unbothered smile still firmly in place. There's not even a hint that the man is at all embarrassed to be playing with himself in front of the company. The strokes were uneven and fumbling, but blood still flowed and, fuck, was his cock getting even bigger?
An involuntary groan slips from Lucifer's lips. Dropping his phone into his lap, he slaps both hands over his mouth and feels hellfire burn over his face. Alastor halts his strokes but simply tips his head in Lucifer's direction and arches a brow. “Do you mind?”
“I, uh–” Lucifer looks anywhere except in Alastor's direction as he scrambles for a response. “I d-don’t mind, exactly. I just, ahem, didn't think you did this sort of thing. Especially not with, uh, guests.”
“You aren't a guest.”
Lucifer's head snaps back to look at Alastor and the second their eyes meet, Alastor's hand starts moving again. He swallows thickly. “Are you like uh… an exhibitionist or something?”
“No. I'm simply trying to enjoy myself in my leisure time. Are you a voyeur?”
Well, Lucifer didn't think he was, but he couldn't argue with the facts, hard and aching in his pants, now could he?
“I can…” He says, selecting his next words very carefully. As obviously and as alluring as he can manage, Lucifer cups the bulge at the front of his pants. He just barely stops the moan begging to rip from his throat. Voice low, he continues, “Appreciate beauty. If you're fine with me watching, of course.”
Alastor's attention shifts briefly to the hand Lucifer has running over his crotch. For a moment they move in time with one another. Then Alastor freezes and glares. The book closes with a snap and it disappears in an arc of neon-green and black static. “I will allow you to watch if you agree to leave after.’
“I was already getting to watch without agreeing to anything, though.” Lucifer hums, feigning consideration. He unbuttons his pants. “If you let me help you, though, I'll consider leaving after.”
“What makes you think I need your help?”
Lucifer looks over Alastor's form. The man sits pressed against the back of the chair and legs spread wide. Despite the clearly unpracticed stimulation, Alastor's cock stands fully upright, red, and waiting for more. Based on that and the heaving, uncontrolled breaths… “It's obvious that you don't masturbate often, with or without company.”
Standing from his chair, Lucifer snaps and his clothes are removed and reappear magically folded on top of the mantelpiece. The burn of Alastor's gaze trails deliciously down Lucifer's body, brow quirking when it reaches his fully filled cock. Lucifer smirks. It's been a few centuries, but he's still got it.
Stalking towards Alastor, Lucifer makes his voice like warm honey. “Let me guide you and, after I make you come, if you still want me to leave…”
Lucifer steps between Alastor's legs and grips the back of the chair, caging the demon in. Leaning down until their lips are mere inches apart, he whispers, “I’ll leave.”
There's a moment where Lucifer completely expects to be shoved away. Kicked out without even being given the chance to collect his clothing even as Alastor's cock twitches, very much interested in this offer. Fuck, if Lucifer doesn't get the chance to see this infuriating man under him come, he might just go insane.
Instead, Alastor's tight, permanent smile turns wicked. “I believe we have a deal.”
The kiss Alastor presses to his lips is… terrible. It's messy, uncoordinated, and has way too much tongue. Lucifer tries to silently guide him, but gives up after only a few seconds. He pulls back and transfers a hand to Alastor's bare chest to keep him from following. “How are you so bad at this?”
When his vision focuses, Lucifer finds Alastor in an even more disheveled state – pupils blown wide and entire face covered in a ruddy blush. Alastor's hands have abandoned his cock and have the arms of the chair in a white-knuckled grasp. “As you said, I do not have much experience in carnal pleasures.”
Lucifer blinks. “Yeah, but I meant just like sex and stuff. I didn't think it also included kissing.”
Alastor's nose wrinkles. “You can always leave if you aren't interested in fulfilling your end of the bargain.”
“Now when did I say I wasn't interested?” Lucifer laughs. The fur on Alastor's chest is softer than expected and allows his hand to glide smoothly through it on his path up Alastor's long neck. He guides their faces together once more. “Don't worry, Bambi, I'd be happy to teach you. Just follow my lead.”
This time when their lips meet, it's tentative and curious. Between closed-mouth presses, Lucifer whispers, “You want to start out soft – just firm enough to feel pressure. This is where you begin to learn what your partner likes. Do they like quick, little pecks, or do they want something more uncontrolled and hungry?”
Surprisingly, Alastor seems to prefer the former. Like clockwork, every chaste, peppering kiss Lucifer left had Alastor's cock twitching in response. The smile forming couldn't be helped. He pulls back and Alastor, honest to God, whimpers at the loss. Lucifer groans. “Fuck you're driving me crazy with how eager you are. Are you okay if I add tongue?”
For all his flushed face, blown pupils, and throbbing cock, Alastor still manages to make Lucifer sound like the dumb one as he says, “I thought you were taking the lead.”
Lucifer raises a brow. “Taking the lead doesn't mean I'm allowed to just do whatever I want. Do you want to try kissing with your tongue or not?”
The nod of Alastor is so small that Lucifer almost misses it, despite staring right at the man. Lucifer scoffs but concedes. He’d usually prefer a verbal response, but there was no way he was getting this fucking guy to admit to wanting anything related to sex aloud.
“Alright then, first rule.” Lucifer places a kiss on the corner of Alastor's mouth. “Don't just shove your tongue down my throat again. Just like before, this is where you typically learn who is going to take the lead. We already decided that's me tonight, so don't fight me.”
“Yes, Professor,” Alastor says, voice dripping in sarcasm.
Brat. Whatever – let it slide for now. With no further warning, Lucifer reconnects their lips. Gradually, he increases the duration of each kiss until he can swipe his tongue over Alastor's lower lip. Heeding the warning, Alastor grants him access without a fight.
It's warm, silky, and honestly delightful. At least the demon seems to know to watch his teeth. Lucifer was not looking forward to the possibility of being bitten. Well, not his tongue anyway.
Slow and sensual, Lucifer explores, occasionally swirling his tongue around Alastor's. The taste reminds Lucifer of spiced rum and venison, enticing him to savor every second of this kiss.
Before too long, Lucifer draws back an inch to let Alastor breathe. The way the blissed-out demon leans forward, chasing his lips strokes Lucifer's already massive ego. Yep, definitely still got it.
He smirks and plants a knee on the chair between Alastor’s spread legs. “Better?”
Avoiding eye contact, Alastor mutters, “...I suppose.”
“You suppose? Well, that won’t work.” Lucifer raises a brow. Going with the grain of Alastor's fur, his fingers slide smoothly from neck to forearm. The gradient ends in pitch-black hands tipped with red that Lucifer guides to his own bare waist. “As your teacher, I want to make sure you understand the material.”
Alastor grips his waist possessively and drags him closer with no warning. Their cocks bump into one another as he reconnects their lips. This time, his tongue slips into Lucifer’s mouth gently and, with a lover's caress, invites deeper exploration. It seems his student learn fast.
Acting of their own accord, Lucifer’s fingers dance back up surprisingly toned arms to tangle themselves in the longer fur on Alastor's chest. Lucifer is more than certain that the demon below him does absolutely nothing to maintain any kind of physique, so the fact that Alastor isn't completely skin and bones is unexpected but very much welcome.
Growling into the kiss, Lucifer rolls his hips forwards, generating more solid – albeit brief – contact for their weeping cocks. The smallest, breathiest gasp sneaks from Alastor's lungs, and their kiss breaks. Voice huskier than intended, Lucifer admits, “I'm going to be honest, Bambi. I want to ride you so fucking bad, but I need to know what you're okay with tonight.”
Blinking away the lust filled haze clouding his vision, Alastor's starts. It would be funny, the way Lucifer can visibly see the wheels turning, if it wouldn’t likely end with Alastor realizing what he was doing and promptly kicking him out. Lucifer bites his lip. Being rejected now, when he’s this hard, would not be fun.
“I am not offering rides tonight, but I wouldn't be opposed to enjoying a show after class is over.”
Something slick and warm curls over Lucifer’s thigh and he nearly jumps out of skin at the touch. Unfazed, one of Alastor's tentacles slides over Lucifer’s hip bone, and around to ass.
Now, Lucifer would be lying if he said he never thought about being fucked by a tentacle, but it wasn't a common fantasy of his. Now, though? With this tentacle caressing his ass cheek? The fact that he has to focus on not coming prematurely is evidence enough that the only word that formed in his mind is ‘please’.
Removing himself entirely from Alastor, the chair Lucifer previously occupied slides across the floor with the assistance of a little holy magic. It stops just behind him so he's able to sit and assume a very kingly position with a flourish.
“Alright, then,” he says, definitely concealing how excited he was for this. “Let's get you taken care then. First, close your eyes and lean back.”
He gets a wary look in return, but after a reluctant grumble that did not at all match the still very hard cock laying against his stomach, Alastor closes his eyes and does as he is told. Lucifer smiles. Even if it took a bit of work, he's surprised that Alastor fell into the submissive role at all.
“Very good. Now, stop gripping the armrests like you're trying to break them. Instead, I want you to let your hands trail over the inside of your thigh, where the skin is sensitive.”
With slightly less hesitation, Alastor obeys. Elegant, crimson fingers run the long length of his thigh, from knee to pelvis. With each pass, his legs spread just a bit wider and his body sinks just a bit lower in his chair until he is nearly presenting himself to Lucifer.
“That’s it, beautiful. Extend your path to let your fingers slide over the underside of your cock.” Lucifer manages to give direction, but, boy, does he just want to shut up and masturbate to the picture in front of him. Mirroring, he drags his fingers in tandem, letting them tease the delicate skin of his cock only when Alastor does. He nearly comes on the spot when Alastor rolls his hips to extend the upstroke. The flexing of muscles and the drop of pre-come that finally beads at the tip of that pretty, flushed cock has Lucifer’s mouth watering.
He can't help the moan and praise that falls from his lips. “Fuck, Bambi, you look like a fucking masterpiece right now.”
Alastor's reply comes in the form of a staticky whimper. Lucifer blinks. Time to test a hypothesis. “I want you to take that pretty cock of yours in your hand and spread the pre-come all over. Very good, Alastor, you look so fucking beautiful like that. Breathtaking.”
His direction is followed without delay and, as he suspected, Alastor treated himself to particularly rough strokes as the words ‘beautiful’ and ‘breathtaking’ left Lucifer's lips. So a praise kink, huh? It's not exactly a surprise, though, is it? Egotistical bastard.
“That's it, pretty boy,” Lucifer purrs, letting his voice carry over the small space between them. “Firm grip from base to head. If you want it to feel really fucking good try sliding your thumb over the slit and apply a little pressure.”
“Ah,” Alastor moans involuntarily as he presses down. Swearing, Lucifer quickly wraps a hand tight around the base of his own cock to stop himself from soaring over the edge prematurely. When he opens his eyes, Alastor is staring at him, but his hand has stilled.
“Enjoying yourself, are we?”
“I can't help it when I’ve got the hottest thing in Hell sitting so pretty in front of me.” Lucifer laughs through panting breaths. His gaze flicks lower. Below Alastor's fur-covered balls – which piques his curiosity on their own – Lucifer can just barely see where the lighter-colored fur leads to Alastor's ass. He’s already spread wide, if he just lifted his legs a little bit more, he would be fully presenting himself to Lucifer. “I know we talked about me riding you, but maybe after that, I can get a chance to fuck you. I'm sure that hole is just as pretty and pink as your cock.”
Alastor raises a brow. “You're not only assuming a second rendezvous, but a third? How presumptuous.”
“A rendezvous? You make it sound so scandalous, Bambi.” Lucifer leans forward, resting his elbows in his knees, and looks up through his lashes. The hand Alastor has moving at a steady pace over his cock is less than a foot from Lucifer’s face. “I'm just a teacher giving his student a private lesson. Now shut up and go faster.”
The slide of Alastor's hand increases, pre-come providing plenty of lubrication. Lucifer would be impressed with the amount if he didn't know that it's probably been ages since the demon has produced any at all. A tingling sensation travels down his spine as he realizes what that will mean when Alastor comes.
He watches hungrily as Alastor's drawn closer and closer to the edge. Without being directed he begins rolling his hips into his own hand and lets his head fall back against the chair. Panting moans and whines slip from his lips, mixed with radio static and deer calls. The flex of his abdomen signals the fast-approaching cliff. Just one more push and he’ll fall.
“You're doing so well, Alastor,” Lucifer says. “Keep the pace and twist your wrist when you get to the tip.”
A loud moan rips through the room as the lights flicker.
“That's it, beautiful. Just keep stroking yourself just like that until you feel like you're about to come undone. When you get there, I want you to tell me and then let yourself come apart.” Lucifer slides from his chair and kneels on the ground between Alastor's legs. “With someone as ethereal as you I'm sure it will be glorious to witness. You don't have to, but it would be my honor if you'd let me taste you. Paint my face and tongue in your release. Come for me Alastor.”
“Y– Yes–” Alastor stutters, eyes still squeezed shut and head thrown back. His hand is moving wildly now. The rhythm is shot and each pass seeks only to chase the most pleasure.
“Look at me.”
The instant they lock eyes, a cacophony of noises rip from Alastor's throat as he shatters. His back arches off the chair as hot streaks of come land over Lucifer’s face and onto his waiting tongue. The taste is just as good as he imagined, salty and savory and addicting. There's enough to satiate him, for now, but he’s going to need that second and third rendezvous sooner rather than later.
And don't get him started on Alastor's face. He’ll need to see that gorgeous, blissful face contorted in ecstasy at least twice a day from here on out. Otherwise, his eternal life might just finally come to an end. The draw of his eyebrows and the way his jaw hangs open, only his oversized, sharp teeth stopping his tongue from lolling out.
“So good, Alastor. Very well done.” Lucifer watches as Alastor’s half-lidded gaze tracks the swipe of his finger, picking up semen that landed on his cheek. He draws it into his mouth and swirls his long tongue around his fingers lewdly before withdrawing them. “Even more delicious than I thought it'd be.”
“Glad I could exceed expectations,” Alastor says as he collapses back against the chair. His eyelids are hardly open as he recovers, watching Lucifer as he rises from the floor and stretches.
“Don't let it go to your head, your ego’s even bigger than your– AH!”
Something slimy slides over Lucifer’s foot and in an instant his wings are out and he's flying across the room to land on the bed. It's not until he's safe on the sheets that he realizes that it was not some awful who-knows-what, but one of Alastor's tentacles. Deflating, Lucifer retracts his wings, spreads out on his stomach, and groans. “Your next sex lesson will be to warn a guy before putting your creepy ass tentacles on him.”
“In that case, this is your warning.” Alastor rises from his chair. His cock hangs between his legs once more, spent, but his expression screams that they are far from done. As he stalks up to the bed, his smile broadens. “We have a deal after all.”
Keeping his promise, two tentacles sprout from his shoulder blades and reach for Lucifer. One wraps around his waist and the other around his shoulder and Lucifer is flipped unceremoniously onto his back with his feet toward Alastor. Lucifer blinks, both at the sudden change in position and at the tentacles. These seem a little drier…
“You can control how wet your tentacles are?” Lucifer both asks and accuses.
All he gets in regards to an answer is a chuckle as Alastor summons a third tentacle – this one shiny and slick. The two tentacles that flipped him wrap around Lucifer's ankles and spread his legs wide. “Shall I begin, Your Majesty?
Lucifer props himself on his elbows and eyes the shining tentacle speculatively. “Do you know what you're doing?”
Stepping up to the mattress, Alastor sits down, posture so refined that it reminds Lucifer of a Regency-era lady riding side-saddle on a prized white stallion. How he manages this while completely naked and slowly hardening once again, Lucifer will never know.
“Despite what you may think, I have done this before.” Alastor directs the tentacle closer, hovering a few inches over Lucifer’s neglected cock. “At least this time I won't have to dirty my hands.”
“You've fingered someone before? A man?”
Alastor scowls, annoyed at having to repeat himself. “Yes. Any other questions?”
No other questions come to mind but this new revelation did leave Lucifer head spinning. He was already having a time realizing that the Radio Demon had the capacity to be sexual – the idea that he's fingered a man? As a mortal in the early 1900’s no less? It was hot as fuck to think about, don't get him wrong. Knowing that Alastor, who always seemed so high and mighty even in the presence of the literal Devil, occasionally lost himself to the world of carnal pleasures just like everyone else.
Lucifer felt oddly lucky to be one of the few who got to experience this.
“Not a question, but a request.”
“And that is…?” Alastor asks, voice like crushed velvet.
The tentacle teases Lucifer’s inner thighs. If he had been blindfolded he would have assumed it to have been a tongue, hot and maddening. Wait. A blindfold… No, focus. Save it for next time.
A cocky grin splits Lucifer’s lips. “Do your worst.”
“As you wish.”
Without another word, Alastor summons a fourth tentacle and has it wrap, firm and wet, around Lucifer’s weeping cock as the other prods his entrance. All thought leaves his body as Lucifer throws his head back. “Oh, fuck.”
Okay so maybe taunting the man was a bad idea.
The tentacle on his cock sets a steady pace, occasionally pausing at the base to tease his balls. Even more distracting is the teasing of his hole. Slick and warm, the tip of the tentacle traces the rim in hypnotic circles. Lucifer squeezes his eyes shut and concentrates on not ejaculating immediately. He talked a big game, but it has been a while, so concentration is key. There's no way he'll let himself come faster than Alastor did.
“You were quite free with your compliments, Your Majesty. I must admit, you paint quite the picture yourself," Alastor says, "And I haven't even started in earnest yet.”
With more cockiness than a person on their back with their legs spread should have, Lucifer demands, “Then start.”
The first press inside of him is like taking the first breath of air after a deep dive. Pleasure zips up his spine, muddying his brain. “More, please, Alastor.”
“Patience, my King,” Alastor says, but his voice sounds strained. A peek reveals that his hand is once again moving on his flushed cock. Round two, huh?
“If you get to come twice then you better–” Another inch slips into Lucifer, halting his speech with a gasp. “You better give me a damn good orgasm.”
“Not to worry.” Another inch accompanies a smirk. “I can guarantee that you will be more than satisfied.”
The tentacle on his cock, not to be forgotten, gives a particularly rough tug as yet another inch slips into Lucifer and begins searching. Unable to hold himself up anymore, he falls from his elbows and lays fully onto the mattress. Taking fistfuls of fabric, he moans loudly as the first brush against his prostate sets his body on fire.
“Fuck Alastor, you– holy shit, it feels so good, baby. So good, more, please,” He babbles. Catching Alastor's eye he makes a show of arching his back and tangling a hand in his golden hair. Lucifer moans his name again. “Alastor, fuck. God, the only thing that’d m-make it better is if it was your cock inside of me.”
A static-laced growl vibrates up from Alastor's throat. Annoyance is prevalent in his voice but there's no missing the way his thumb digs into the slit of his cock. “Has anyone told you that you have the mouth of a whore?”
Lucifer’s hands find his own nipples. His eyes fall shut as he pinches them and moans loudly. “Yes! Yes, but keep telling me.”
Something catches his wrists and yanks them overhead. He thinks it's another tentacle until he feels warm breath ghosting over his lips. His eyes fly open to find Alastor’s body in an arc over his. The tentacle inside him pounds his prostate over and over as his wrists are gathered in one of Alastor's hands so the other can grab his jaw roughly. The only thing keeping Lucifer from shattering at this moment is the tentacle acting as Hell’s most infuriating cock ring.
Red radio dials on a pitch-black background stare down at him as the filter almost distorts Alastor's voice beyond recognition.
“You think you're allowed to do whatever you want? Desperate little slut,” Alastor sneers. He leans his head down to whisper slowly, “You can beg all you want, but I am the only one who will be pleasuring you tonight. Do you understand?”
Fuck how is this even real? Lucifer arches enough to press their chests together. “Yes! Yes, ah, Alastor, I'll be good I p-promise! I'll be a perfect little whore for you, please!”
He's definitely yelling now. At least Alastor's room is secluded enough that they won't be overheard. Probably.
Alastor sits back on his heels and uses a hand to keep one of Lucifer's thighs in the air. His mind is spinning to try and keep up. At some point, the tentacles around his had ankles disappeared. The leg not being held up falls wide onto the mattress, the tentacle abusing his prostate thankfully slows, and the cock ring eases its grip. Instead, they both offer soothing, meditative strokes and Lucifer collects himself.
All the while, Alastor matches the pace as he masturbates between Lucifer’s thighs with his free hand. Looking like a man starved, he watches as the tentacle slowly slides in and out of Lucifer.
“Changing your mind about wanting to fuck me?” Lucifer asks, careful to leave his hands where they are, above his head.
“I never said I didn't want to fuck you,” Alastor says simply. “I said it wasn't happening tonight.”
“Then I can't wait for next time.” Lucifer wags his eyebrows and nods toward Alastor's cock. “I bet that monster will fill me right up. It would feel so fucking go– Ah!”
The tentacle in his ass presses hard against his prostate, shutting him up and sending stars across his vision.
“Presumptuous…” Alastor mutters but still summons two more shining tentacles. They reach up to tease Lucifer’s nipples as the ones below the belt pick up steam once again. Soon enough all four tentacles working on his most sensitive points leave Lucifer panting and squirming. His hands search for anything to grip, anything to ground him just a little bit. “Please, Alastor.”
“Please?” Alastor taunts. “Please what?”
He… doesn't know. Please, more? Please, less? The only thing in his consciousness is Alastor and these fucking tentacles. The way they seem to know exactly how to move to drive him insane. Each brush against his prostate, each pull on his cock, and each flick over his peaked, pebbled nipples. And the way Alastor drinks him in like Lucifer's moaning and writhing was the only thing that could satiate an unquenchable thirst. How Alastor's strokes on his own cock speeds up the closer Lucifer climbs towards elation.
“Ah, just– shit, please don't stop.” The whining in his voice is embarrassing, but, at this point, he is so far gone that he can't find it in himself to care. “God, you're making me feel so fucking good.”
“Greedy thing, aren't you? You just want to take and take.” Judging from Alastor's voice, he isn't in any better shape than Lucifer. “You're lucky that I'm feeling generous.”
“Yes, fuck, thank you. Thank you for m-making me feel like this.”
Every point of sensation is rewarded with impossibly more stimulation. At this rate, he really won't survive this night. His heart feels like it's going to explode. Arching into the twin tentacles on his chest while simultaneously trying to fuck himself harder on the one inside has him moaning with every breath. He can feel the points of his horns protruding from his temples.
Alastor seems to notice too because without Lucifer needing to beg, he sets the tentacle at a relentless pace. “What a beautiful whore you make, Lucifer.”
The way his name slides so erotically over Alastor's tongue has Lucifer careening toward the cliff at a breakneck speed. He's rapidly approaching the point of no return.
“Oh, fuck, Alastor please – I'm so close!” Lucifer throws his head back and pleads so loudly that even Heaven could hear him, “So close, please, please let me come!
“Very well. Come like the slut you are.”
He's being fucked so hard that the whole bed is rocking. The tentacle around his cock presses deliciously into his slit and his nipples are so sensitive at this point they almost feel raw. All that stimulation and the thing that sends him to the stratosphere is the pure, unbridled lust in Alastor's eyes.
“Yes! Yes, fuck- Alastor, yes, I'm your little fucking slut! Thank you, fuck, yes! Please don't fucking stop, Alastor! Alastor!”
Blinding white floods Lucifer’s vision and undiluted, violent ecstasy rips its way through his body, breaking down every dam. Unintelligible combinations of Alastor's name, ‘thank you’, and ‘don’t stop’ fall freely from his lips. The tidal wave of pleasure only increases with each press and tug until Lucifer thinks he has died and returned to Heaven.
The benevolent, splendorous demon between his thighs tips his head back and comes once again, hot semen mixing with Lucifer’s on his stomach. Fuzzy static fills his brain at the mesmerizing sight.
Slowly, his breath and awareness returns to him, and this picture becomes clearer. Alastor kneels between his thighs and has folded over at the hip, supporting himself with a hand on the mattress at either side of Lucifer’s waist. Hot, panting breaths tickle his stomach and Lucifer watches, slack-jawed, as Alastor's tongue lolls out and licks a stripe up his abdomen, collecting their mixed semen.
After a moment, Alastor hums, “Hmm. Not entirely repulsive.”
Laughter bubbles unexpectedly out of Lucifer. He wraps his arms and legs around Alastor and tugs their bodies close. The rapidly cooling come isn't the most comfortable but he doesn't care. “Not entirely repulsive? Such high praise, Bambi.”
Alastor snarls and tries to escape Lucifer’s grip to no avail. Mr. Big Scary Radio Demon may be bigger than him, but he certainly isn't stronger. His pitiful attempts only make Lucifer laugh harder.
“So, pretty boy, you down for a second rendezvous?” Lucifer asks between fits of laughter as he comes down from cloud nine.
“I will consider it if you let me go,” Alastor growls.
“Deal.” Lucifer releases his hold, letting himself flop onto the bed. Alastor stands and wrinkles his nose at the mess that is his chest fur, now sticky and smelling of both angel and demon ejaculation.
“Hold on, Bambi, I got you.” With a snap and a flash of golden light, everything thing in the immediate area around them is cleaned of all bodily fluids, fur included. The only remaining evidence of their encounter is the mussed sheets and oddly positioned chairs. Well, and the fact that they're both still naked.
Alastor stares at him with a confused expression. Maybe conflicted is a better word. Lucifer stares back. “...What?”
Avoiding his gaze, Alastor says his next sentence like he can't believe it's coming out of his mouth. “If, hypothetically, I were interested in a second occurrence of… this, how would you propose that we coordinate it?”
“Alastor!” Charlie calls from across the lobby. Quickly wrapping up her conversation with Husker and Angel, she hurries over to the stairs with Vaggie tugged along by the hand.
Alastor just reaches the bottom step, Lucifer following closely behind, when their paths collide. He's fully dressed in his usual red suit, but Charlie's large, concerned eyes still scour his frame. “How are you feeling? Nothing's still hurting, right? Dad took care of it?”
With a dismissive wave of his hand, Alastor assures, “There's no need to–”
“Oh, don't you worry, Charlie!” Lucifer slings an arm around Alastor's neck, nearly causing the too-tall demon to fall to the floor. Just because they've achieved fuck-buddy status doesn't mean he’ll stop annoying the shit out of the man. Smiling brightly up at his daughter, he cheerfully announces, “I took good care of him.”
Charlie looks between them in awe, but Vaggie raises a skeptical brow. Lucifer tries his best to maintain the smile under their scrutiny.
“Aww, that's so good the hear, Dad!” Charlie’s delightfully positive attitude warms his heart. She claps her hands together excitedly. “And you two are finally getting along! What a great start to another great day, right Vaggie?”
“Y-yeah!” Vaggie manages to stop analyzing them long enough to lovingly smile at her girlfriend. “Hey, why don't you go get ready for our morning exercise and I’ll catch these two up on the plan.”
“Oh, that would be fantastic! Thank you so much, Vaggie!” Charlie presses a quick kiss to her temple before turning away with one more excited, “You guys are going to love it!”
Ugh, his daughter has turned out to be such a wonderful person. So kind and outgoing and–
“Alright cut the shit, what's going on with you two?”
Shoving Lucifer off, Alastor stands to his full height and straightens his collar nonchalantly. “Whatever could you mean, my dear?”
“I don't believe for a second that you two are suddenly all buddy-buddy overnight.” Vaggie crosses her arms. “You two try to kill each other at least twice a day.”
Laughing nervously, Lucifer folds his hands behind his back. “We just came to an understanding, that's all!”
“Yes, His Majesty can be quite vocal about what he wants. Why, just last night he was begging–”
“Okay!” Lucifer quickly sidesteps to stand between Alastor and Vaggie. Waving his hand dismissively, he laughs. “That's enough, Al. Ol’ buddy ol’ pal of mine! He's just messing around Vaggie, nothing to worry about, haha! Now, what was, uh, this exercise Charlie mentioned?”
Thankfully, Vaggie seems to let the topic change, albeit with a warning glance to both of them. She leads them through the lobby and explains the exercise they'll be doing that day.
She does not see the way that Lucifer silently elbows Alastor in the ribs. Nor does she see the return shove of Lucifer's hat over his eyes. Or if she does, she doesn't comment.