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Alastor wonders where exactly he has made a mistake. Perhaps when he finally responded to some very persistent advances on certain someone’s part, revealing that he just might be a teeny tiny bit interested and from that moment on everything has escalated very quickly.
Maybe it was the time when they still argued on every goddamn whim they had, much to everyone’s dismay, because their quarrels used to shake the walls of the Hotel (now they shake for some entirely different reasons, though but that’s besides the point).
It could have also been the moment when he has so recklessly agreed to help with this endeavor that Hazbin Hotel is, not seeing the longer perspective because how the hell he could have ever predicted that one day the one and only King of Hell would so thoroughly mess up with his head (and heart)…?
Alastor used to think that everything to do with the so called affairs of the heart was a fucking waste of time. Why even bother trying to involve with another person when it forces you to engage in so many outrageous acts and gains you exactly no power whatsoever.
It seems that he has been sorely wrong about both of these things when it quickly appeared that everything can be enjoyable as long as you do it with the right person and, what’s more important, there is indeed so much more power to win in this game. He just hasn’t predicted that he wouldn’t be the only player gaining this influence over someone over the weeks which soon turned into months, Al has completely no idea when.
For someone who used to be so against everything to do with intimacy at all, being so touch-averted and not feeling any need to change things in this department, meeting someone as infuriating (and fascinating at the same time) as Lucifer was a real eye-opener for Alastor. Their beginnings have been difficult for everyone around, stressing Charlie out to no end that they would maim each other beyond any repair one way or another but with time their arguments became less violent while certainly all the more heated which led Al straight to some completely unknown to him territory, making him discover things about himself, he’d had absolutely no clue about prior to.
The Radio Demon had always thought himself not able to feel anything of this sort, the matters of concern for someone or such preposterous concept as love totally alien to him. Not to mention the dirty cravings for all the attention he could get from the King. The things that Lucifer makes him feel now, on everyday basis are equally precious as they are terrifying. The power he seems to have over Lucifer is intoxicating but at the same time, the King seems to hold so much more control over him than ever before, making him almost a slave to everything he might offer him. And Alastor can deny all he wants but deep down he knows well that the way Lucifer treats him makes him feel good, despite his frequent perverted ideas he comes up with because in the end he does everything in his power to make Al feel comfortable and cherished, no matter how long and (possibly) rough the road to completion is.
Alastor could never picture himself in love with anyone before he met the King. Their road to eventual happiness has been a rocky one as well. All in all though he can’t really complain about the outcome, unless he is in such a compromising situation as of now, already forming in his mind a plan for some cold blooded murder.
“You want to do what…?” He barks a question, feeling his face burn with a ruby red blush and his heart beat irregularly. When he received the note from Lucifer earlier today, saying that he wanted to meet up, he didn’t think that it would lead straight to their bedroom. Honestly, it’s like everything that’s ever on the mind of his partner. Al would enjoy some quiet evening filled with jazz, with a good book, a glass of whiskey and some soft cuddles but it seems that Lucifer has something entirely else in plans. Something which will definitely require coming out of the comfort zone for the deer yet another time again.
“I want to treat you well tonight, Al,” Lucifer repeats calmly, secretly enjoying the way Al blushes for him. He would be surprised if Alastor agreed right away to his proposition but the faint spark of interest his tongue detects in the air, makes him adamant about pushing a little bit more than he normally would. He is fairly sure that he will manage to convince him eventually and the sole thought of what will come next makes his mouth water in delicious anticipation. He has been meaning to ask for this many times before already but this particular play requires breaking some taboos and inhibitions in Al’s mind and the sheer number of them was nothing short of insane to begin with.
Al pulls his ears back, avoiding the watchful gaze of Lucifer’s eyes and tightens the grip of his arms around his legs. “You do treat me well every time,” he whispers barely audibly, under his breath. His words get a grip on Lucifer’s heart (and pants) like nothing else. He needs to bite on the inside of his cheek hard to calm down a bit and not pin him to the mattress and have his way with him already. He can’t hide the eagerness in his eyes, though as they spark with small fiery embers and a wiggle of his long tail which makes an appearance involuntarily, already so keen on taking Alastor to cloud nine. He won’t force him to indulge him in this little fantasy of his but Lucifer cannot deny how much he wants to make Al fall apart solely on his tongue tonight. He has wanted to try this play hundreds of times already but Alastor has never seemed interested. Until now, that is, since Lucifer can very much taste his involuntary but steadily growing arousal in the air. And, oh boy, how delicious it already is, Lucifer’s mind and body get truly affected by it at just the mere thought.
“Hmm, happy to hear it, Bambi…,” he purrs lowly, knowing that Al secretly enjoys the way he usually showers him with various pet names, even if he says otherwise when asked. “I could treat you even better, though…” he lets his brand seduction seep into his voice as he inches a tad closer to Al on the bed in the royal bedroom.
Alastor stubbornly avoids his eyes as he hides his face behind his hair, tilting his head to the side. “Why do you even want it that much? It’s fucking gross, gives me the ick just thinking about it,” his words might not be entirely true, though, as he realizes that some part of him is slowly getting interested in this particular proposition which horrifies him truly. Lucifer has ruined him and his pride beyond any repair, it gets to him when the simmering heat slowly awakens in the pits of his stomach.
Lucifer stifles a chuckle in his mouth as he lets out his long forked tongue, tasting the arising desire in the air. “You should know by now how much I love devouring you, little deer,” he says temptingly, knowing that Al’s resolve is wavering already. “I promise to make you enjoy this,” he adds, letting the silent challenge hang in the heavy air around them. He knows Al quite well already, especially his competitiveness and it makes him rather confident that this will grant him eventually the opportunity to have his demon raw, stripped off all of his inhibitions and completely bare, just for Lucifer’s eyes to see. The mere thought makes his horns grow out, his lust almost palpable now. He has wanted to do this for a long while now and it seems that Alastor finally starts to look more favorable at this idea.
The deer slowly turns his face to him again with a frown but his lips are smiling in that particular, interested kind of way and suddenly Lucifer’s dick is hard beyond measure, the outline of it obvious with how much it presses against the restraints of his clothes.
“You think you can make me come like this?” Alastor asks with a teasing spark in his eyes. He’s all up for the challenge, unsurprisingly. Lucifer nods feverishly, not even trying to hide his want which seems to amuse Al all the more. He looks down to where most of Lucifer’s blood has already accumulated, leaving him with the sole desire to touch Al. “Think you can make me come without the use of that monster that you carry between your legs…?” He teases some more, finally getting a bit more comfortable in the situation which makes Lucifer almost sigh in relief. He gets back into role as well, fully intending on blowing Al’s mind tonight and prove to him that he in fact is the king of oral as well.
“Darling, you still have no idea what I am capable of here,” he purrs, making an obscene gesture with his tongue and fingers and enjoying the way Al grimaces with a hot blush all over his face.
“Must you be so crude about it, though…,” the deer wrinkles his pointy nose adorably, narrowing his eyes at him.
Lucifer grins so sinfully at that, with hooded eyes and prowling right into Al’s personal space with a flutter of his large wings, stopping mere inches away from his face. Al blinks at him with clear confusion in his gaze, his own smile wavers a bit. “All is fair in love and war, Alastor…,” the way Lucifer says his name makes his insides impossibly hot. “And you will witness it firsthand very soon already, my pretty doe,” he murmurs as he takes carefully off Al’s monocle and sends it off to the bedside cabinet. His fingers trail a path along Al’s prominent jawline to finally bury into his soft hair and behind his ear, scratching there gently and enjoying the way Al involuntarily buries his head into his palm. His half-closed eyes suddenly snap open and shine in crimson red as he looks down at Lucifer, fully accepting the challenge.
“Prove yourself then, my King,” he whispers through the crackling statics in his voice.
Lucifer doesn’t need any more encouragement from him as he surges forward and crushes their lips together with such a force that they nearly tumble down to the mattress. Al gasps loudly, running embarrassingly quickly out of air in his lungs. Lucifer’s tongue uses the opportunity at once, diving inside his mouth and making Al meek in his arms, his inexperience still painfully obvious in comparison to the King who kisses him with a confidence of eons of gathering experience behind his abilities.
Lucifer quickly makes himself comfortable in between Al’s legs, being infuriatingly good at multitasking, it seems, which is the clear source of Al’s annoyance. It’s just utterly unfair what his goddamn tongue is capable of, Alastor’s mind is already clouded by a haze of arousal and all of this because of one one stupid kiss.
“W-wait…!” He moans, breaking the mad dance of their lips and pushes Lucifer away a tad, fighting for air, having his eyes shut. He suddenly hears a deep chuckle and his eyes open up abruptly, all darkened and in radio dial.
“You are really so cute, Al,” he hears the humiliating words and trembles, pinning his ears to his head. “The cutest little doe, aren’t you…?” Lucifer purrs teasingly as his arm encircles Al’s small waist and easily grabs the restless small tail, making the deer jerk uncontrollably in his arms.
“…shut up…!” Alastor hisses, trying to control his voice which reaches some very worrisome high frequencies. “I’ve changed my mind,” he pants out, avoiding stubbornly Lucifer’s gaze and fighting a losing battle with the raging blush creeping all over his face.
“Have you, now?” Lucifer asks in a teasing manner, taking one of Al’s hands and placing a kiss on his knuckles. Al quickly tears his hand away, though and suddenly some big change takes place in Lucifer’s demeanor as the atmosphere morphs from playful to serious. “I’ll stop if that’s what you really want,” his voice is completely sober and suddenly unaffected by everything they’ve engaged in so far. It makes Al feel particularly down, especially that he wasn’t exactly serious. He risks a fast glance at Lucifer and stiffens, meeting his gaze and feeling immobilized under its heaviness.
Lucifer’s orbs are widely open as he stares into Al’s face disturbingly still. Some other angelic eyes appear at the inside parts of his large wings which still are spread behind his back. It gives Alastor a dizzy feeling, being observed like this, the moment would seem almost ominous if not for the gentle touch of Lucifer’s hand on his knee, reassuring him that no matter what his reply will be, it certainly will be fine between them.
Al bites on his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood as he averts his gaze again. “Proceed…” he says finally, very disappointed in himself for having absolutely no restraint when it comes to Lucifer and his wild ideas. He can’t help, though, but long for the touch that only recently became so desirable to him.
Lucifer’s tail wags in the air contentedly as he folds his wings. His eyes half-close, the seductive spark comes back to them all at once as he leans in again, using the fact that Al’s head is turned to the side which exposes the long column of his neck.
“With pleasure, Bambi…,” he purrs just beneath Al’s ear and bites lightly into the soft skin there, making Alastor shudder in some poorly disguised pleasure. Lucifer never fails to find each and every one of his erogenous spots, knowing exactly how to push his buttons. He is not about to be completely passive just yet, though. Lucifer’s love bites sting, thanks to his snake venom but Al’s ones can sting even harder.
Al grabs Lucifer’s shirt and yanks on it roughly, tearing it a bit in the process. He’s sure though that the Devil wouldn’t mind, though. He uncovers Lucifer’s shoulder and leans in quickly, sinking his sharp teeth and tearing the flesh. If it hurts, Lucifer doesn’t let it show, he rather retaliates with his own bites, a bit harder than before and Al, just like that, quickly is in the mood again, wrapping his legs around Lucifer’s hips and pulling him closer to himself, drinking greedily up all the heavenly blood he can get. He squeaks when he feels sharp teeth biting on his sensitive ear, letting go of Lucifer’s shoulder at last, already drunk on the angelic essence.
The Devil hums in contentment as his sinful tongue licks along the ear, giving Al a shudder. Alastor doesn’t even notice when his back hits the mattress until he feels a soft cushion beneath his head. He opens his darkened eyes and reluctantly looks up at the smiling Lucifer who hovers above him, pressing his hips tightly against Al’s front and letting him feel the full extent of his excitement. It quickly makes Al realize that he in fact is already hard as well and his clothes slowly start to feel uncomfortable around him. He feels an explorative hand stroking down his body to finally grapple his buttock though the thin layer of clothes and giving a firm squeeze, making the deer almost jump up in surprise and embarrassment.
“Luci, this is unnecessary–“
“You are going to love this, Al, I swear it to you,” Lucifer interrupts in a voice so heavy with desire and excitement that it comes out almost like an animalistic growl.
“You want it so much, it makes you look stupid,” Alastor snaps at him, even if his words go straight to his dick which outright aches by this point and he is rather worried that Lucifer feels it too with the way he’s grinning down at him. He observes with a bit of uncertainty the way his long snake-like tongue rolls out again to taste the air around them unmistakably.
“Hmmm…” Lucifer hums as he closes his eyes for a few seconds which might just be what nearly gives Al a heart attack. The deer feels his face burn with impossible flame, it’s so humiliating to be so fucking affected and in front of the King at that. “Do you really want me to comment on your remark here, my sweet little deer…?” His eyes snap open, without hiding the fire which outright rages in them now when he looks at Al. His long horns contain their own piece of Hellfire which crackles violently, fueled by dark desire that seems to overrule Lucifer’s mind. And suddenly, as they stare at one another in this insanely intense moment, Alastor realizes that he feels exactly the same, burning for his King in a way that should be impossible for him and yet somehow it’s not, consuming every single cell in his body which yearns for him to take this further already.
Such intensity is terrifying, he would run already with his tail between his legs had it been anyone else but Lucifer with him tonight. However, the sole awareness that he would be ready to call all of it off at once, at any given moment if he only sensed that Alastor didn’t want it, is the thing which makes him relax into the pillows around him and let Lucifer do what he so desperately wants, knowing well that by the end of the night he will be as satisfied and spent as it is only possible.
Al doesn’t say a word but he’s pretty sure that his eyes say it all when he sees the way Lucifer breathes fire at him, barely containing his lust. He smirks up at him tauntingly, tightening the grip of his legs around him. He lets out a moan when their erections collide with one another again, waiting for his King to make a move.
And a move he makes, surging forward like an attacking snake and crashing their lips together again, ripping Al’s clothes off him without a care in the world. He just needs to have his demon bare before his eyes and quickly at that. He needs to taste him and make him feel good. Finally, he needs to mark him for anyone who might notice that this demon is taken and claimed thoroughly so that no one even tries to make a move on the King’s property.
Lucifer licks into Al’s mouth, devouring his moans greedily. His claws sharpen as he drags them down along Al’s body again, drawing some blood on their way. He grunts when Al suddenly bites on his tongue harshly and backs away a bit to look down at the panting but thoroughly amused deer.
Alastor licks his lips over, showing off the golden angelic blood on his own tongue with satisfaction. “You’re not the only one allowed to maim, Luci…,” he pants out, enjoying the look of determination on his partner’s face.
“Glad we’re on the same page here, darling,” he only says as he moves with his lips lower, attacking Al’s neck and the delicate skin around his collarbones with his poisonous bites and kisses, making sure that his marks will stay for longer this way.
Al covers his lips with his palm, trying to hide some of his sounds which start to fill the bedroom. The radio statics crackle in his mind, nearly deafening him as he arches his back to the touch, growing so desperate for Lucifer’s undivided attention. He doesn’t even notice when the Devil manages to strip him off the rest of his clothes, probably some magic is the key factor here but he’s already too far gone to care about it as he hesitantly looks down and notices the way Lucifer kneels in between his spread out legs. The wave of embarrassment floods Al once more as it gets to him that Lucifer is mere steps away from doing that thing they have never tried before and it makes him squirm under the heated gaze as much as it makes him leak some more pre cum onto his stomach. He realizes that he really wants Lucifer to play with him this way and yet it’s so embarrassing at the same time that he can only tremble in heavy anticipation for what’s next to come.
Lucifer only smiles up at him as he places a kiss on the side of Al’s knee and travels a little higher up his leg to bite into his soft thigh, tearing a moan out of him. “This will feel good, Al…,” he purrs into his skin, leaving more and more bite marks and kisses as he inevitably inches closer to Al’s crotch.
Suddenly Alastor feels himself burying even deeper into the pillows below him as his lower parts get a bit higher, accommodated to the right position, with a big cushion pushed below his hips. His breath hitches when he realizes how on display he is right now. All his private parts exposed completely, especially when Lucifer pushes his legs a little higher and further apart. Al’s heart pounds madly in his chest as he tenses involuntarily, stressing out so much as if it were his first time all over again. Technically, in a way it is but he’s not really all that stranger to intimacy anymore.
“Relax for me a bit more, sweetheart. You have nothing to worry about here…,” Lucifer’s sinful, tempting tone fills the void in the suddenly silent room as his tongue rolls out again. Al would complain that he uses his seductive powers over him again but right now he eagerly lets his mind get affected by the intoxicating sound of his voice. He lets out a broken moan when the tongue carefully licks in between his buttocks and quickly rims his little hole, making it twitch under the touch. Al closes his eyes as they roll back when he feels the tongue lap at the tight ring of muscles. It should be filthy and disgusting. He should hate it with everything he is. And yet, surprisingly, it feels so good already that he just wants to sob as he clenches his fists on the pillow behind his head, trying to find something to hold onto.
Lucifer listens to these broken sounds with absolute pleasure, not really able to observe Al’s face but the way his body reacts betrays enough and he wants to coax him into showing even more, leaving all the shame and embarrassment away. He presses a little harder against the still tight hole, grabbing Al’s little tail at the same time and making the deer jerk in his arms uncontrollably with a long moan. Al’s pretty voice echoes in the air as he arches his back a bit and pushes his hips involuntarily against Lucifer’s face which satisfies the King thoroughly.
Al’s face burns at his own actions but he can’t help it, his body‘s reaction to Lucifer’s efforts simply beyond his control at this point. He gasps loudly when the tongue forces inside as his limbs tremble at the overwhelming feeling. This is so very different to having his ass stuffed with a cock or even with mere fingers. The sole awareness that it’s a fucking tongue that licks into him and explores so eagerly his insides now is so very embarrassing and yet it feels so good that it makes Alastor’s head spin. He’s not sure what he even feels anymore.
Lucifer hums lowly as he changes their position a bit. He grabs Al’s thighs and uses the fact that his demon is so insanely flexible to his own advantage. He bends him a little further, pulling his legs higher and pushing his long tongue much further than before. Al moans for him loudly at that. This new position gives him the opportunity to finally look down at him, enjoying his insanely intense red blush which reaches down to his chest already and an expression of absolute bliss on his face. Al’s calling voice makes the dick in his pants ache so badly but he has boasted about being able to make Al come without it tonight and he is going to keep his word and show how true it is. The one thing he does, though, is getting rid of the confines of his clothes as he uses his magic to pop open the button of his pants and pull down the fly so that the pressure slowly lessens on him as the cock peeks out.
His claws dig into Al’s skin as he makes a twist with his tongue, making Al almost scream as he finally manages to find his prostate and decides to firmly stay there.
“Oh–ooh, so deep…,” Alastor’s high-pitched voice suddenly turns his attention. “…Luci… there, ooh, there–“ he wails, biting down on the pillow and arching his back violently again. The way he looks right now, already so wrecked and yet they’ve only just begun, could make Lucifer come on the spot had he not have such a perfect control over his body. Even in his wildest fantasies he couldn’t suspect how astonishingly responsive Al would be to all of this, being so uncharacteristically loud in vocalizing his pleasure.
Lucifer’s growl is muffled but it sends vibrations right down to Al’s core, making him writhe helplessly underneath him, all at his mercy but it doesn’t look as if he might complain anytime soon. Lucifer’s tongue works vigorously over Al’s prostate gland, making him numb to any other feeling, the deer feels some electrical currents surging through his body and alerting all of the nerve endings in it, giving him sensations far superior to anything he has ever experienced, even with the use of Lucifer’s cock. How he could have been refusing him for so long is beyond him. Now, that Al knows what this all means, he is going to serve himself on a platter to the Devil at any moment convenient, anything to get some more of this electrifying feeling.
Lucifer enjoys the experience all the same. The way Alastor simply falls apart before his eyes is always an amazing sight, this time, however… this time it hits differently, perhaps because they’re overcoming yet another taboo together or maybe because Al is so amazingly into it. No matter the reason, though, all Lucifer wants is to make him come just like that – untouched and on his tongue alone, milking his prostate straight up to the powerful completion. Show him that there is absolutely no shame in what they do whatsoever if only both of them enjoy it this much. He continues on eating him out happily, observing closely the way the corners of Al’s eyes slowly tear up and drool comes out of his mouth.
Suddenly he’s hit with a perfect idea how to spice it up even more. His long tail wiggles in the air as it wraps tightly around Al’s own, fluffy one and tugs harshly, making Al yell his name loudly. Good thing that they are currently in the royal palace and not the hotel because if they were at Hazbin, Lucifer is pretty sure that someone would hear them, judging by the sheer volume of Al’s filled with ecstasy voice. Not that he himself would particularly mind but he knows well that Al would be mortified if anyone heard him during sex.
Alastor’s eyes snap open but he cannot see anything clearly through the unshed tears. The electrifying pleasure is so intense that after his single cry, it’s becoming difficult to gather some air in his lungs again. The statics in his mind distort his voice heavily as well, along with his thought processes, it’s almost impossible to focus on anything at all but the damned tongue inside him which works on him without a break or fail. He feels his stomach tightening already and knows exactly what that means and as embarrassing as it sounds, all he wants now is to come on this sinful, cheeky and yet so freaking talented tongue. He blinks the tears away and risks the glance up and this might just be a mistake because now he’s like mesmerized, seemingly unable to take his eyes away from the sight of Lucifer, keeping his hips so high in the air, with his face buried in his ass and his own cock twitching pathetically and leaking onto his chest. He moans for him, looking into his burning eyes and fighting the urge to roll his own back once more at every twist of the tongue inside him, every powerful rub against his best spot and finally, every rough tug at his poor, sensitive tail which is held hostage by Lucifer’s own, long one, now wrapped tightly around it.
“Luci– Luci, please…,” he pleads, not entirely sure what he even means, he’s so messed up already that he doesn’t think straight (or more like at all). Lucifer growls at his pleading, digging his claws further into Al’s thighs as the Hellfire crackles in between his horns and his wings spread out behind his back again in all their glory. Al’s legs tremble uncontrollably as his hooves flail helplessly in the air, searching for some leverage but not finding any. His stomach tightens in sudden tension as he clamps down on the tongue inside him.
“Fuck, fuck– Imma– I–,” he’s in no position to finish this sentence as suddenly, with a particular hard tug on his tail and a perfectly accurate press of the tongue he’s finally falling over the edge, arching his back violently against the mattress and ripping the pillow behind his head. His loud scream reverberates inside the room as his mind and body is flooded by endorphins of such a powerful completion. Lucifer’s tongue rubs against his prostate throughout the whole length of it, milking every single drop of cum he has to offer. His stomach and chest get splashed with an astonishing amount of seed, some of it catches on his chin and cheeks even as he’s riding out his orgasm, arguably one of the most intense he has ever experienced so far. He jerks pathetically in some aftershocks, feeling how Lucifer’s tail slowly lets go of him and his tongue carefully withdraws from his insides, leaving him with some weird, empty feeling. His legs are slowly placed back onto the bed and it feels good to have his spine stretch out at last. He suddenly notices the reddened and unattended hard cock in between Lucifer’s legs and slowly looks up to his face again, meeting his pleading expression.
“Can I come in your mouth, Al…?” Lucifer asks through set teeth as he barely refrains from touching himself already. His dick fucking aches by now, he’s nearly out of his mind.
Al blushes some more again at such a vulgar request but slowly nods, trying to pull himself up to the sitting position but Lucifer is faster, as he crawls closer to him and places both of his knees on either side of Al’s torso. Alastor gulps as he looks up at Lucifer in all of his glory and obediently opens up his mouth, coming to the conclusion that it’s the least he can do after receiving such a mind blowing experience before.
Lucifer spits on his palm and hisses as he grabs his own cock and starts jerking himself off roughly, cursing ugly and looking into Al’s eyes who observes him keenly, pulling his ears back a tad. The way he looks above Al makes the deer quite hot again, even if he’s entirely spent already and nicely satiated. It’s very clear how close he is, his thighs nearly trembling, muscles tense and taut, his panting sounds quite arousing too but Alastor would never admit to it.
“Fuck, Al…!” Lucifer swears as he reaches his climax finally, his seed spurting into Al’s awaiting mouth but he’s not really ready for the whole experience as he gags a bit, while trying to swallow it all but some of the cum lands of his cheeks and even forehead. Lucifer groans as he smears it across Al’s lips with the tip of his cock, enjoying the way Alastor swirls his tongue around it, looking up at him with these beautiful doe eyes, with tiny tears still hiding in his thick eyelashes. He truly is a sight to behold, looking like a proper wet dream, with his face tainted with sperm and covered in a red hot blush. Lucifer would like to stare at him some more but he suspects than Al will complain about the dirty state of his facade any second now and he really doesn’t want to let it ruin the mood between them. He backs away slightly and quickly conjures up a wet cloth to wipe Al’s face off any signs of cum. The deer appreciates it as he closes his eyes slowly, letting Lucifer take care of him.
“So, how was it…?” The Devil finally asks when he’s done with cleaning Al’s face, chest and stomach.
Alastor frowns lightly, not really keen on admitting to anything but he supposes that Lucifer won’t stop until he tells him explicitly how good it all felt. And it wouldn’t be a lie, obviously.
“It was… good,” he says reluctantly in a hoarse voice, hiding his face in the pillow.
“Merely good…?” Lucifer presses gently with a teasing smirk, knowing well the answer but not able to help himself.
Al shoots him an irritated glance out of the corner of his eye as he opens his again. “Fine, it was fucking great and I enjoyed it, just like you said I would. Satisfied now…?” He snaps, feeling his cheeks heating up again so he hides his face behind his hair.
Lucifer chuckles lightly as he tugs himself back into his pants and leans closer to his demon, placing a small peck on his cheek. Al’s reaction is immediate as he pushes him away at an arm’s length. Lucifer arches a brow at him in a silent question.
“No more kisses until you brush your teeth, Luci,” Al throws in with a frown. Lucifer only smirks as he looks down at him.
“Check this out,” he says as he snaps his fingers and suddenly it’s as if both of them were freshly out of the bathroom. Even the sheets are like new, without a stain. Additionally, he changes his attire to some sleeping shorts and conjures a pair of them on the demon as well, knowing that Al isn’t keen on sleeping nude. “Better…?” He asks as he leans closer again and observes in satisfaction the way Al pouts.
“I guess…” Alastor says but his frown and pout quickly disappear as he is pulled closer to Lucifer and melts into his embrace.
“I’m glad you liked it,” Lucifer says sleepily as he strokes lightly Al’s hair, coaxing a happy squeak out of him.
Al stiffens a bit, wishing that Lucifer would finally just shut up about it. “…we already established that I did like it and now please let’s not talk about it anymore,” he hisses, pulling his ears back. However, judging by how Lucifer’s chest vibrates with small laughter, this subject will reoccur quite frequently in the future. And whereas Alastor won’t voice it out, he might even be quite content about coming back to it again. After all, whether he likes it or not, he has to admit, even if only to himself, that Lucifer truly knows the ways with his tongue and Al would be a fucking fool if he didn’t take advantage of it in the future. He has a strong feeling that Lucifer wouldn’t mind, though.