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Alastor has always had a hard time sleeping. Even in life he had been plagued by frequent bouts of insomnia, a curse that he had been unable to escape in death.
So he wandered. Like a ghost haunting the halls of the hotel in the wee hours of the night, his feet leading him in unpredictable paths through long stretches of gaudy red carpets and down marbled ivory staircases.
His legs were starting to ache when he finally made it to the lower floors and the bite of exhaustion was nipping at the back of his mind. He was considering ending his nightly walk and returning to his sheets, but that thought was interrupted when a sound wormed its way into his ear.
It was music. Or what passed as music in the backwards modern world. He could hear it faintly, a thumping beat sending minute vibrations through the air that raised the hair on the back of his neck and sent a spark of irritation through him.
All thoughts of sleep evaporated like smoke in the wind as he followed the sound, sleeplessness amplifying the annoyance he felt and causing his footsteps to fall heavier, but still silent, on the plush carpeted floors.
It didn’t take long, his hyper-sensitive ears leading him down a few winding hallways until he found what he was looking for. A single door.
The door was cracked open, a sliver of pulsing pink light cleaving the darkness outside in time with the rhythmic thumping beat of the music coming from inside.
How inconsiderate . Alastor snorted derisively. He swung the door open with his microphone, bathing himself in that pink light as he prepared to scold whoever was interrupting his peaceful brooding with their ruckus.
The words died on his tongue, an aborted static screech drowned under the music as he stared, frozen and unblinking, at the person wrapped around the thin silver pole in the center of the room.
Pale white skin, so much skin , was rose-colored under the flashing light, toe to ear an unblemished expanse broken only by mere scraps of tight black fabric that covered so little and yet so much.
The king of hell, Lightbringer, The morning star. So many names that commanded respect and inspired fear throughout the entirety of hell, heaven and beyond.
All names that escaped Alastor’s mind as he took in the sight of Lucifer with one leg locked around the pole as he spun, his lithe body arching towards the floor in a slow stretch of sinuous muscle. Rose-tinted skin glowed with a thin sheen of sweat, golden hair hung loose and wild, and his face, normally scrunched in anger at Alastor, was peaceful; serene.
The angel’s eyes remained closed as he changed position, his arms flexing as he gripped the pole with both hands and lifted his legs, holding himself upside down with just the strength of his hands keeping him from sliding to the floor. In this position Alastor could see his face better, concentrated but calm, his mouth moving to the words of the song pulsing in the air.
For reasons he didn’t want to think about, Alastor stayed rooted in place, though he managed to school his surprised expression to something akin to passive observation. His normal smile stretched a bit too wide, his eyes roving shamelessly over Lucifer’s body that was so tantalizingly displayed before him.
He waited and watched, a subtle burn of arousal simmering low in his stomach and licking through his body. Lucifer threw himself into another spin, his legs coming to rest on either side of the pole, straddling it while still upside down. The position was obscene, legs spread and his round, pert ass on full display in tiny black shorts.
Alastor was hit with a sudden urge to hold the angel in that same position, arms locked under those firm thighs as he licked his way into Lucifer’s body. That mental image acted as a load of coal on the fire in his veins, his blood, hot and electric surging downwards at a dizzying pace.
“Enjoying the view, Mister Tall-dark-and-creepy?” Alastor’s eyes drifted away from the plush curve of his ass to Lucifer’s face, where he was met with a teasing, upside down smirk. The angel kicked his feet in the air, mocking , and then flipped himself over until his feet touched the ground with a soft pat. A subtle glow in his fingers and the music quieted to a bearable hum in the background.
The question was a trap, one Alastor easily sidestepped by answering with a laugh instead. He took a few steps forward and placed one hand over the other on his cane in front of him, acting successfully nonchalant as he pulled his gaze away from Lucifer’s to linger on the silvered pole.
“I must say I wouldn’t have expected the pastime of choice for the king of hell to be- well, this.” His words were delivered with just the right amount of derision, his eyes slipping back to watch Lucifer’s jaw clench visibly.
“Well that’s not very nice,” The angel pouted mockingly, closing the distance between them, his hips very intentionally swaying side to side. Alastor’s eyes tracked them like a pendulum as the smaller man sidled up to him. “Especially considering-“ Lucifer stood on his toes to finish his whisper in Alastor’s ear, his voice dipping into something buttery smooth and seductive. “You can’t keep your eyes off my ass.”
Alastor could give him that one, a small victory to make him overconfident. It was always more satisfying to toy with someone who thought they were winning. He ignored the way his heart skipped a beat. “It is perhaps your most redeeming quality.” He acquiesced, dropping his gaze intentionally in a slow slide down and back up Lucifer’s body, noting the way his muscles showed telltale signs of exhaustion, nerves twitching under the skin, and deep in those eyes was a look that Alastor recognized, one that was surely mirrored in his own.
The shorter man was tired, that much was obvious, but it didn’t dampen the playful spark in his eye as he pulled back to bat his lashes up at Alastor in blatant flirtation. “My most redeeming quality?” He bit the plump flesh of his lower lip, returning the demon’s slow look up and down, lingering a beat too long below his waist, before he met Alastor’s eyes again. “You can’t say that until you’ve seen how flexible I am.”
The purred words painted a vision behind Alastor’s lids, those same eyes dilated as overstimulated tears welled and spilled down cherubic cheeks as the demon bent him in half. His grin sharpened, brows dipping into something menacing to mask the surprising gut punch of his cock jerking to attention at the thought, pressing heavily at the seam of his pants.
The odds felt distressingly even. This was how it always went, the two of them pushing each other, testing the boundaries of the weird unspoken limbo they were stuck in, until one of them backed down and slunk off to lick their wounds. A delightful game, so long as you were the one coming out on top. And Alastor had no intention of losing this round, he was sure Lucifer felt the same.
Sleep was a distant memory as he laughed again, slow and haunting, the touch of shadows bleeding into the air around him. “Perhaps,” A touch of eldritch horror at the edge of his voice. “You should show me .” The brief flicker of uncertainty in the angel’s eyes tasted sweeter than freshly spilt blood as the scales tipped in Alastor’s favor.
But then that cocky little smirk came back, wider, an almost feral shine in Lucifer’s hooded gaze. “If you insist.”
With a flick of his wrist the door behind Alastor swung shut with an echoing “ click ” as the lock slid into place. One brow quirked in a tease, the angel paused a beat waiting to see if Alastor was going to back down. He didn’t, instead doubling down with a mocking half-bow, he gestured Lucifer towards the pole.
“ Oh no no .” The laugh following those words tore a shivering path down his spine as a thin finger tilted his chin up to meet the angel’s eyes. “If you think you deserve a show, you’re going to get a show .” Those words, dripping with sin, made Alastor’s heart ache.
Thin fingers painted a path of fire down his neck until they came to a stop at the collar of his coat. For the briefest of seconds he thought Lucifer was going to undress him, but then a full palm flattened against his sternum and shoved . Even if he had been fully prepared, the sheer strength of the smaller man would have still sent him toppling backwards, off balance as he stumbled, falling lopsided into the chair that materialized behind him with a snap of the angel’s fingers.
Alastor bit back a flustered snarl, righting himself in the seat and pointing a withering scowl in Lucifer's direction. It was a moment of weakness, one that passed just as quickly as he schooled his features back to his usual lazy smile, but not quickly enough that Lucifer didn’t notice it. “Well?” Alastor snapped, his normally cheery pitch a little too sharp, eye twitching at the smug smirk playing on Lucifer’s lips. “Impress me, your majesty .”
Tap, tap, tap , the soft pat of bare feet across the hardwood floor as Lucifer walked away from the pole , his steps leading him in a swaying path back to the small radio on the floor. Alastor’s eyes followed the angel as he bent over, his legs spreading just a bit to push the curve of his ass out as he fiddled with the buttons on the little machine.
Alastor knew full well it was unnecessary, that Lucifer was fully capable of controlling the radio with but a thought. It was part of the show, Lucifer was tempting him, teasing and twisting Alastor around his finger and he hadn’t even approached the pole in the center of the room. It should have been embarrassing how easily Alastor followed along with his gaze.
The music started slowly, a rhythmic thumping that echoed in his chest, though that may have been his heart picking up the pace as Lucifer turned to look directly at him and the pink lights changed color, bathing the angel in a haunting bloody red. His cock twitched traitorously at the thought of Lucifer covered in real blood, thick ichor sliding in wet trails down that flawless skin, the vision cut a direct path to the core of him, making his heart beat uncomfortably fast.
Lucifer’s footsteps were silent under the music, his hips popping to the beat as he stalked a path directly towards where Alastor sat. The demon opened his mouth to protest, but his throat went dry as Lucifer sunk to the ground before him, firm thighs spreading obscenely in a split on the floor. The angel shot him another smug look from under those thick lashes as he crawled between his legs and kicked his body into the air, lifting with the strength of his arms.
Conflicting feelings of hesitation and arousal warred in Alastor’s mind as those firm thighs came to lock around his waist, but then Lucifer flipped his body up and, in an elegant backflip that Alastor’s fogging mind couldn't quite comprehend, he was sitting in the demon’s lap and they were breathing the same air, hot, heavy, and charged with a lingering tension that neither acknowledged.
Lucifer oozed twisted satisfaction, and blood was pooling in Alastor’s mouth, his teeth buried in his tongue to hold back the sounds that tried to escape with the angel settled directly on top of his obvious erection. Arousal won the battle for his mind, and a low rumbling purr sounded, unbidden, in the back of his throat.
The blush of gold that spread across Lucifer’s face was worth the small sting of humiliation. “Is that all?” His voice somehow managed to remain steady, slow and drawling like he was bored, even as his insides raged with conflicting desires to either throw the angel down and ravage him or to smash their lips together.
His words had the desired effect, a flash of red in the angel’s eyes, but it wasn’t anger, it was desire that flicked the tenuous strings of control on the angel’s power. “Oh, honey ,” Lucifer recovered quickly, seduction bleeding back in to wrap his voice like a bow. “We’re just getting started.” His thin fingers gripped the back of the chair, just brushing the base of Alastor’s neck as he twisted his body off of the chair and walking in a slow circle around it.
It took every ounce of control in Alastor’s body not to twist his neck like an owl and follow the cocky sways of Lucifer’s hip out of his vision. One breath and then two and Lucifer reappeared on the other side of him, watching Alastor’s face intently as he slowly, so slowly , lifted one leg in the air until his toes were pointing towards the ceiling, a perfect vertical split that splayed him open in an agonizing tease.
The static buzz in the air was rising, just enough to be heard as a hum alongside the sensual beat. Alastor exhaled a long, shuddering breath through his clenched teeth, only to have it cut short as the angel dropped into his space again. Lucifer laid himself across Alastor’s lap like a meal; then, his torso contorted and compressed as he lifted himself to rest upside down against the demon’s chest, positioning his hips and spreading himself into another split right in front of Alastor’s face. If it wasn’t for the blatant proof laying in his lap, he would have thought he had gotten a ticket to heaven.
Lucifer looked arrogant, like he believed he was winning because he could feel the demon’s hard-as-diamonds cock pressing into his back, but beneath that arrogance he seemed almost shy , like he was waiting for Alastor’s approval. It was… odd.
One thing Lucifer hadn’t seemed to account for was Alastor’s, occasionally irritating, but very sensitive nose. The jet black shorts wrapped around his tantalizing butt and thighs did a good job of hiding any odd shape from the eyes, but Alastor could smell Lucifer and he was soaked.
When the growl clawed up his throat, Alastor let it loose, the bordering-feral sound falling from his lips with lines of black and red, a combination of blood and ichorous saliva sliding in wet drops down his chin, dripping onto the angel’s thighs like sinful ink blots on a fresh sheet of paper. He ached to sink his teeth into the taught muscle, he was starving for just one taste, just one bite. Just one kiss. Whispered the voice in the back of his mind.
A small muffled whimper snapped him out of his hungry thoughts, pulling his attention away from the source of that oh-so-delicious smell and to the angel’s face. And, oh , the look Lucifer’s face was something that was straight out of Alastor’s darkest dreams.
It was a convincing facsimile of fear, Lucifer was wide eyed with shimmering tears pooling at the corners, one hand loose over his mouth to quiet the erratic, panting breaths. Everything about his expression displayed complete and utter terror, but under that, hiding just below the mask of fear Alastor could see that same cocky arrogance in the minute twitch of a smirk at the corner of the angel’s lips.
The realization coated over his lust with an itching layer of rage. Lucifer was fucking with him, baiting him, tempting and teasing him to give in to the dark feral urges; to lose control of himself at the angel’s directing hands.
He was just able to temper the lick of anger burning in his veins and he had to admit to himself he was impressed that Lucifer had thought to pull such a move, to feed into Alastor’s deepest hungers in such a way.
The angel was arrogant, with good reason; they both knew Alastor could never hurt him physically, at least not in any way that couldn’t be healed with a snap of angelic fingers. So Alastor had to sink to Lucifer’s level and resort to psychological warfare in order to crawl under his skin. He had to tip the angel off balance by playing right along with him.
It was a game for two, and as much as Lucifer had learned about pushing his particular buttons, Alastor had learned just as much about the angel. Even as Lucifer was bringing out Alastor’s dark fantasies in his little display of faux terror he was also exposing his own wanton desires.
Lucifer wanted Alastor to snap, he wanted the demon to wrap him up in shadow and fuck him like a rag doll until he couldn’t remember his own name. He wanted to be taken apart piece by piece until all that was left was the shivering, tender core at the center of him that ached to be dominated .
Alastor was the only bastard in hell crazy enough to stand toe to toe with him. To ignore all rational thought and self-preservation in favor of trying to claw his way so deep under Lucifer’s skin that the angel would still feel his phantom touches weeks later.
It was a twisted sort of honor, to be desired so deeply by the devil himself. And if, occasionally, Alastor would admit to himself in the dark of night that he felt it just as strongly about the king of hell, who was to know?
In a normal altercation between them one or the other would have walked away long ago. It would have never gotten so far that Alastor was salivating over the king’s thighs. But there was something different about this time, there had been from the moment Alastor had looked into Lucifer’s eyes.
The angel had looked so beautiful and serene spinning on that pole, but in his eyes sat an ache, a desperate need that the king could never vocalize. Longing for the one thing he couldn’t and wouldn’t ask for. The one thing that only Alastor could give to him, even if neither of them would acknowledge it.
But, like everything between them, it couldn’t be easy. Nothing could be simple. It all had to be wrapped in layers of bickering and verbal spars, of sharp words layered with heavy flirtation that never went anywhere , leaving them both frustrated and irritated after any given encounter.
But tonight was different. That aura of longing that had been hanging thick in the air, the one they both had been ignoring so desperately the whole time, was choking as Alastor looked down at Lucifer, the angel’s face still scrunched up in a mockery of terror.
He took a deep, steadying breath and reached over Lucifer’s spread legs to pull the small man up by his shoulders until he was properly seated on Alastor’s lap again. The music and lights faded automatically, without even a swish of the angel’s fingers.
Lucifer went boneless in Alastor’s hands, letting himself be moved without complaint, but once he was upright he looked confused and weary. “What’s going on, Al?” He asked, rolling his shoulders that had been cramped against Alastor’s legs. “Not giving up yet, are you?” The words were casual, nonchalant, but the worry behind them bled through. He thought Alastor was going to leave him alone. The angel couldn’t have been aware of the vulnerability in his eyes or he would have certainly hidden it away.
“Of course not.” Alastor’s voice was calmer as he used the back of his sleeve to wipe away the mess of blood and drool on his chin. “But I am still not convinced that your flexibility outweighs the quality of your delightfully curvaceous backside.” He tilted his head in a little tease, a flailing attempt to lighten the gloom around the angel. “I believe your talents may be better displayed on that pole you seem to enjoy so much. Unless you’d rather just stop here, of course.” At the last words he looked pointedly at Lucifer, staring directly into his eyes to convey his meaning clearly.
A brief moment passed, no words were exchanged, but so much said as they stared into each other's eyes. This was the moment when they could part, return to their respective rooms and pretend it had never happened. It was the last stop before the train they had been riding together moved on to somewhere new, somewhere unknown that they wouldn’t be able to come back from or explain away.
Neither of them were jumping off.
Lucifer offered him a tentative, nervous smile, entirely out of place in the space that had just been filled with so much physical and sexual tension. Alastor’s answering smile was calm. His hands, which had been resting on Lucifer’s shoulder during the previous few moments, slid down to wrap around the angel’s waist. He stood, holding Lucifer steady until he got his legs under him.
“So, what do you say then?” He asked, one brow quirking up in question at the angel. “I do believe I was promised a show.” That bratty little smirk reappeared as Lucifer whirled out of Alastor’s arms in a fancy flourish.
“Well you seem to be so looking forward to it.” He said, slipping with ease back into the familiar seductive tone, though now it held a light of tentative hope. “I’d hate to disappoint.”
Alastor watched as he padded over to the center of the room in a slower walk, his hips accentuated with each step. Predictably, Alastor’s eyes followed, entirely fascinated. Lucifer really did have a truly fantastic ass, Alastor wanted to feel it in his hands and taste it on his tongue.
The music started back up as Lucifer reached the pole, it was quieter now, more of background noise than something to dance to. He looked back and his eyes widened a little when he saw that Alastor was shedding his coat.
Alastor noticed him watching and he just nodded at the pole. “Go ahead. I’ll be watching.” He instructed, shrugging the heavy coat from his shoulders and folding over the back of the chair he had been sitting in. His cane, which had been laid carefully on the floor earlier, joined it in the chair.
Lucifer had already hopped up onto the pole when Alastor looked back, he was easing himself through some simple positions, one leg clasped the silver bar, the other stretched out behind him, one hand gripping below and one outstretched towards the ceiling as he spun in a kind of horizontal limbo. That serene smile came back as he worked his way through a few more poses, flipping so effortlessly from one to the next that Alastor couldn’t tell where one ended and another began.
This was Lucifer in his element. Not when he was the king of hell, not when he was an angel of heaven, this , just Lucifer as he whirled around, no bright colorful lights to distract from the wet shine on his flawless skin. It was a little harder to explain away the stuttering of his heartbeat as he watched the angel in silence.
As he flipped down into a split Alastor could still see the little trails of dried black on his thighs. Oh my . The thrum of arousal that had faded to a muted hum came rushing back with a fury, filling Alastor’s head with all those things he’d been wanting to do to Lucifer for months. It seemed to be that the time had finally come for him to indulge .
He unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his sleeves above his elbows, each move slow and precise as he walked towards Lucifer, partially because he didn’t want to show his eagerness, and partially because Lucifer had pulled himself up to a sitting position on the pole and was watching Alastor intently, turning his head to keep his gaze on the demon as he spun in a lazy circle.
“You shouldn’t get too close while I’m up here.” Lucifer said, twisting around the pole until he was upside down again, one leg holding him up, the other stretching out in a partial split to poke at Alastor’s ear with his bare toes in an obvious tease. “Wouldn’t want to accidentally kick you in your pretty face.”
“Oh most certainly not.” Alastor said casually, his voice successfully hiding the lump in his throat, as he reached up to trail his fingertips past the top of the black toeless sock wrapping his calf and relishing in Lucifer’s little shiver as they whispered over his thigh. The spinning had stopped and Lucifer was beginning to breathe heavily, so Alastor pulled away. “I’m sure you can be quite careful though, can’t you, my dear?” Lucifer’s small gasp had him biting back a smirk. “After all,” He continued. “It will be much easier to observe the lengths of your flexibility from here.”
“Yeah, O-okay.” Lucifer’s voice stumbled over the word as he lifted his leg back up and lowered himself to the ground. His eyes continued to dart back to Alastor as he remounted the pole by wrapping one leg around it and going into a slow spin, his free arm reaching out to trail fingers across Alastor’s chest as he drifted by. His face morphed into something saucy and teasing at the spike of static in the room. “You liked this one didn’t you?” And then he was adjusting his position and falling forward to grip the pole with both hands as his legs released from the bar and slowly lowered into another full split.
“ Oh yes .” The demonic growl crept back into Alastor’s voice as he reached a hand out to grab Lucifer’s thigh and stop the slow spin. “ I liked this one very much .” He could feel the muscles of Lucifer’s thigh trembling under his hand, he couldn’t tell if it was the strain of holding himself or simply because Alastor was pressing himself against the angel’s body. “Tell me,” He said, suppressing the call of his powers to calm his voice. “Do you have any particular attachment to these garments?”
“Um, not- oof - not really I guess?” Alastor could hear it in the angel’s voice, the position was taking a toll on him. “Very good, now hold still.” Lucifer was shaking when Alastor wrapped his arm under the angel’s thigh and took most of Lucifer’s weight onto himself. The position put him exactly where he wanted to be, Lucifer’s back pressed against him and the split of his legs hovering just in front of his face. And he was starving .
Lucifer yelped in surprise Alastor’s sharp claw tucked into the waistband of his shorts and, in one precise move, sliced through the tight black fabric from top to bottom, revealing the prize he had been salivating over. He hesitated, his eyes roving over the puffy, wet slit ravenously, then he chuckled softly. “What’s so funny?” Lucifer snapped defensively, shifting in Alastor’s grasp. “Don’t like what you see?”
“I adore what I see.” Alastor answered, his other hand reaching around to pet down Lucifer’s pale stomach in a way that was uncharacteristically tender. “I was just surprised.” He bit back another fond chuckle. “I was expecting it to be pink.”
Whatever scandalized reply Lucifer was going to spout died in his throat as Alastor leaned in to lick a flat stripe from the bottom to top, his tongue lingering in a slow circle around the little bud that he found there, teasing a shaky whimper out of the angel in his arms.
Lucifer's skin was salty with sweat, but as Alastor licked into the angel’s body it was a muted musky flavor that met his tongue. He moaned, unashamed, his cock throbbing with each starved lick deeper into Lucifer’s cunt. He could feel Lucifer twitching and clenching and he smirked against his skin, pulling away slowly and reveling in the angel’s disappointed whine.
“So greedy.” He tutted, as if he wasn’t just as eager, licking his lips to savor the taste of Lucifer that lingered there. “Patience, my dear. As much as I love doing this, I do think a change of position would be prudent.” He reached through Lucifer’s spread legs to grab one of his wrists and use the leverage to pull the angel up until he was sitting upright in Alastor’s arms.
From there Alastor could clearly see the bright gold painted ear to ear across Lucifer’s face, his eyes heavy-lidded and dazed. The bright studio lights shining behind him cast him in a golden glow, and from where Alastor was standing he looked holier than any angel before him. He was so fucking beautiful . His heart clenched uncomfortably as a little rush of forbidden emotion tried to sneak in before he shooed it away.
His hands gripped Lucifer’s thighs tightly as he stepped forward until the metal bar pressed into the angel’s back. “Arms up and hold.” He instructed, a lazy smirk spreading his lips when Lucifer did exactly as he said, stretching his arms above his head to grip the pole with both hands. “Good boy.” The noise Lucifer made was obscene, a shaking mix of a whine and plea. Fuck . Alastor was going to devour him.
With Lucifer’s hands wrapped around the pole, Alastor knelt on the hardwood floor, shifting those firm thighs to sit on his shoulders as he buried his face in Lucifer’s cunt and fed.
It wasn’t fine dining with elegant manners and polite conversation, it was the first and last meal of a starving man, his tongue flicking in and lapping at Lucifer’s heady juices. He reached around the thickness of the angel’s thigh and dipped down to rub his thumb in smooth circles over his clit as he worked to shove his tongue fully into the angel’s body.
The combination of sensations reduced Lucifer to a trembling mess in mere minutes.But it wasn’t quite enough, Alastor’s tongue a hair too short to reach that delectable spot inside that would have him begging .
With that goal in mind Alastor switched up his position and coated his declawed fingers in a healthy amount of ichorous drool before he slid two carefully inside. It felt significantly different on his fingers than his tongue, but no less erotic as he wiggled them gently, soft fingertips rubbing and prodding until he felt the bundle of soft tissue that he was looking for.
He tracked his eyes up Lucifer’s body and stared directly into the angel’s tearful eyes as he began rubbing careful, unrelenting pressure into that spot. The effect was immediate as Lucifer’s face scrunched up in pleasure, his hips wiggling and his thighs clenching around Alastor’s head, wordlessly begging for more.
So Alastor gave it to him, woefully tearing his eyes away from the angel’s face in favor of lavishing his clit with a balanced mix of gentle sucking and heavy laving licks. It was only a minute more and Lucifer broke, his lips parted in a voiceless cry, his whole body shuddering as he came under the skillful ministrations of Alastor’s fingers and tongue.
“Good boy,” Alastor murmured into Lucifer’s thigh, pressing too soft kisses to the trembling flesh between praises. “You did so good.” His words softened the mild discomfort as he gently removed his fingers from Lucifer’s body, the sensation dragging a little overstimulated whine from the angel’s throat.
“Let go, my dear, I’ve got you.” He said, lowering the weak mess of an angel into his lap and holding him as Lucifer caught his breath, his thighs still occasionally twitching with the little aftershocks. “It’s been a while since you’ve had that done for you, hasn’t it?”
Lucifer’s laugh rumbled against his chest. “ Too long .” He mumbled, nuzzling into Alastor’s neck, sending another wash of those forbidden emotions skittering through him. “Fuck, Al, where did you learn to do that?” It was Alastor’s turn to laugh, deep and rich, devoid of any static.
“A man has to have some secrets, doesn’t he?” Lucifer just shrugged lazily. “As long as you’ll do it again I don’t care where you learned it.” Alastor opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by a very purposeful roll of Lucifer’s hips against the insistent hardness in Alastor’s pants.
“Do you want some help with that?” Lucifer asked, the little breathy growl of his voice making it quite clear that Lucifer wanted to help Alastor out. But he was drooping against the demon, obviously still riding the pleasant high of a truly mind-shattering orgasm. Alastor couldn’t help but feel a little smug as he pressed a much too soft kiss to Lucifer’s forehead. Oh he was so fucked .
“You just take a minute.” He instructed, one hand petting down Lucifer’s back, the other carding through his hair. “Because- oh how did you say it earlier?- We’re just getting started .”