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Val took a drag of his cigarette, blowing cherry red smoke to the side as he finished setting up cameras for what would surely be his next biggest hit. Unless, that is, he ended up deciding this shoot was for his private stash only. A soft, throaty chuckle left him as he caught his new toy’s worried expression through the screen.
Vox had vehemently denied Val’s proposal to take advantage of the radio demon’s recent taming, too stuck up in his feelings to think about the numbers for once. Not that he’d admit it. Though after much, much convincing, and a little... favour, he’d agreed to let him have Lucifer. Not for long. Just for the night, but that was plenty of time.
“Sooo,” the angel’s voice drifted in the air, a light playful tone Val knew hid uncertainty. He’d heard it enough times to recognize it anywhere. “How’d you get the TV head to let me out? And why?” That last part was spoken more silently, like he was unsure he actually wanted the answer. Or maybe he knew it already. Val smirked.
“Don’t worry about that, Luci baby, I’ve got it handled~” Val dragged, a false gentle tone in his voice.
Vox owed him. He’d been such a dick lately, acting like a total cunt just to try and impress that stupid deer. Val was this close to knocking some sense back into him, but all this heaven talk was starting to get to his head.
“As to why,” he took another drag of his cigarette, walking towards the smaller man standing awkwardly in his studio, “I have a feeling you might already know.” He grabbed onto the front of his shirt and pulled him closer, blowing the smoke in the angel’s face to watch how it enveloped him like a heart-shaped hug.
A sick smile curled his lips at the face Lucifer made. It was only for a split second, but genuine unease and the faintest smell of fear hung in the air, mixing with the smoky-sweet scent of his cigarette.
Val stood tall, using one of his lower hands to grab onto the angelic chains connecting to cuffs around his wrists. Courtesy of Vox, something about making sure he couldn’t use his powers or something. Val didn’t really listen. What he did know was that having the king of hell tied up in his studio, at his feet, ready to be thoroughly used, sent the familiar rhythmic thrum of arousal coursing through his veins.
Lucifer scoffed. “Well, it’s not like you’ve told me anything.” His body stayed still, but his eyes betrayed him. Something Val had found endearing during Vox’s little show. How truly bad Lucifer was at hiding his feelings. A prideful kitten, trying its hardest to look intimidating, but really, truly, adorable. He wondered just how long he would keep up appearances.
“Come on, mi rey, don’t play dumb. You saw what we walked through, you’re lucky I didn’t just improv you into an ongoing scene,” Val chuckled at the disgust pulling back Lucifer’s upper lip, “no, I can fuck you myself, baby.” The smoke trail from his cigarette tilted Lucifer’s chin up. The tension was thick in the air. A challenge to see who’d back down first. Maybe Lucifer didn’t believe him, or maybe he thought his lack of protest would discourage him.
Valentino spread his wings, standing to his full height. Lucifer was so small. Barely eye level to his stomach. He’d gotten a taste on stage, and now, he could have the full course meal. Lucifer would fit right in within his studio; he could win awards left and right with his height, porcelain-white skin, and rosy cheeks. Val wondered how easily he might bruise.
Oh, how pretty those eyes were going to be brimming with tears. Was he going to hold them back? Or were they going to flow freely? Perhaps both. Try his hardest not to let them fall, only for the dam to break. All options were just as good in Val’s eyes.
He had an idea on how to find out. He grabbed hold of Lucifer’s chains with his smoke and tugged, forcing him to his knees. His arms pulled upwards by reflex, but Valentino’s smoke created a facsimile of a hook, keeping the chains firmly in place. Lucifer barred his teeth and glared up at him while Val simply towered over.
Valentino carded through his pristine hair, fixing a few strands that had fallen out of place. An unnecessary action considering what he had planned, really, but the idea of watching his hair go from their perfect condition to completely dishevelled made his wings twitch in anticipation. He caressed Lucifer’s face, stopping to cup the side of his jaw. A low growl rumbled from Lucifer’s throat as Val passed a thumb over his lips, tugging the corner of his mouth as he did.
One of his lower hands came to lazily palm at his dick through his underwear, content with teasing his intents for now. Lucifer pulled away just an inch, the chains clanging as they were pulled taut. Despite his defiant glare, Valentino could clearly see the tension in his body. It wound him tight like a string about to snap.
“Open your mouth for me, Luci baby, I want to see what I’m working with.” Val grabbed onto either side of his jaw, squeezing his grip painfully tight. “Come on, don’t be shy!” Lucifer made a small noise as his teeth parted. He tried to jerk his head back, but Val had anticipated it, squeezing tighter and bringing him forward instead. His jaw trembled in his grasp. If Vox was wrong about him not being able to harm sinners, he’d make him pay double whatever Lucifer did to him.
Val took the chance and shoved two fingers inside of Lucifer’s mouth. He spluttered, his tongue pushing against the digits. Valentino trapped it in between them, observing the forked tip. He would be absolutely perfect. An idea popped into his head. Val hummed, a sadistic smile splitting his face. He took one last drag of his cigarette, tugged Lucifer’s long tongue out of his mouth, and pressed the cherry to it. A burnt smell invaded the air, Lucifer flinching with a small pained whimper. His eyes screwed shut as he tried to free his tongue. Valentino let it go, watching him bend over to cover his mouth with dark hands. It was truly adorable how strongly he reacted to such a small thing. Not used to pain, it seemed.
“How’s it feel, hm?” Lucifer immediately glared up at him, hands still firmly covering his mouth. Valentino chuckled, crouching before him. “I have something more exciting for you to try,” he spoke lowly, still palming at himself. He saw Lucifer’s eyes dart down quickly, looking momentarily shocked, before meeting back with his gaze. “First, I want a taste.”
Valentino roughly fisted his golden locks, pulling him up and against him. A gasp hit his lips, and he wasted no time in slipping his tongue inside the fallen angel’s mouth. Lucifer attempted to pull away immediately; Valentino could feel his jaw try to close, yet be unable to. The unmistakable taste of burnt flesh met his tongue, followed by something at once known and not. A feeling prickled in the back of his mind, like he knew the taste from somewhere else. Sinful, but in a different way. Blasphemous.
Saliva flooded his mouth. The familiar berry-sweet taste of his own spiked drool came to meld with the smoked undertones of the sacrilege he was indulging in. Lucifer huffed, shaking his head while he plunged his tongue deeper, exploring every inch of space presented to him. Soon enough, it’s entirety tasted like him.
When he pulled back, the first thing he noticed were Lucifer’s golden cheeks. They almost looked molten. His face had softened, though the disgust and apprehension still carved lines through his features. Pink drool dripped from the side of his mouth. Valentino laughed softly at Lucifer’s instinctual attempt to wipe it away, held back by his chains. He looked to the side, brows pulling together as he let out a hot breath.
“What- what did you do?” His voice wavered, an urgent inhale nearly cutting him off. Val just smiled, standing up. “Hey! I asked you a question, moth man!” An indignant look twisted his features. Val finally began taking himself out of his underwear. Now that he’d gotten a taste, he could properly start his fun. “You better answer me or I’ll… I’ll- oh-” Lucifer’s eyes locked onto his newly freed cock. His mouth snapped shut, body shrinking back while his shoulders raised ever so slightly. They met eyes again.
“Ready for the appetizer, baby?” Valentino delighted in his expression. It was so obvious he was trying his damnedest to appear intimidating, or at the very least, unbothered. He was failing miserably. “Open that pretty mouth, will you? I know you want it,” Val teased, tightening the grip in his hair as he took a step forward to press his boot against the unwillingly growing bulge in Lucifer’s pants. Perks of his powers. After all, it was aphrodisiac in nature.
Lucifer squirmed in response, his thighs squeezing together on either side of Valentino’s leather boots. The leather groaned. Lucifer lifted himself just a little, moving away from the pressure between his legs and, in doing so, leaned forward with a gasp. Val’s eyes narrowed, and he took this golden opportunity. He slipped a thumb in between Lucifer’s teeth, then brought himself to his lips. Lucifer tried to protest, but a strategic move of his foot ripped a surprised moan from his mouth, allowing Val to shove his dick inside.
Velvety smooth warmth enveloped him, not even the tip of Lucifer’s sharp teeth grazed his length. This was truly a blessing in disguise. The chains jingled. Valentino sneered at the way his eyes flew wide open, a heave making the small body jerk as he pushed deeper. Lucifer coughed. His tongue flattened against the underside of Val’s cock as he did, the fork wrapping deliciously around the sides. Valentino pulled on his hair while tightening the grip on his jaw so he could force himself deeper inside, until he hit the back of his throat.
The muscles spasmed around him. It reminded him of some of his smaller whores. The way their throats just barely managed to make space for him created an incredibly addictive feeling. It was almost as if Lucifer’s throat moulded to his shape, like he was made for this. Val pushed his head further down, eliciting a gargled noise from him as more pink saliva ran down his chin. A sharp inhale was quickly cut off by Valentino moving, replaced by spluttering instead. He slipped his thumb out of his mouth, stroking downwards so he could wrap his hand around his neck. There was a clear bulge he could feel, along with the desperate bobbing of his Adam’s apple.
Valentino sighed, allowing tremors to climb up his being. He shook his wings as if to disperse them. Lucifer coughed. Valentino’s antennas twitched at the feeling of his throat contracting, pleasure prickling his spine dangerously quickly. A change of pace was needed.
He grabbed onto Lucifer’s neck harder. The constraints of his throat got impossibly tighter, making the angel choke out a gargle as he closed his eyes tightly. A sadistic chuckle cut through the sounds. Maybe he was hoping Val hadn’t seen those tears forming along the waterline. Valentino pulled back just enough to allow for Lucifer to breathe half a gasp, then buried himself again. His fingers moved slightly with the bulge, sending his head spinning.
He easily kept him in place with his hair despite Lucifer’s urgent thrashing. A small noise escaped him when a tear finally rolled down his face, joining with the pink saliva dangling from his chin with every thrust. The room filled with obscene wet noises and chokes, mixing with Valentino’s grunting as he watched his cock disappear in a too-small mouth.
“That’s it, take it all,” he groaned, grinding against Lucifer’s face. He watched a new torrent of tears flow from the still closed lids while his body spasmed. “Feels amazing, mi rey, you were made for this, you know?” Val taunted, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, “so small and pliant, and you don’t even bite! How charming~” Lucifer’s eyebrows twitched, changing subtly from their sick position to one of anger.
Lucifer did try to say something, muffled by the cock in his mouth. Valentino laughed at the patheticness of it all. His eyes cracked open, sclera now fiery red, carrying nothing but hate and contempt. Beautiful. Val was briefly saddened he hadn’t brought any tools to capture that expression; he’d have to hope he could remember it later.
With his eyes open, Val could see how they gleamed with thick tears. Whether they were from the assault on his throat or his pride didn’t really matter; any option made Valentino’s dick twitch all the same. He rammed his hips inside, Lucifer’s face scrunching at the roughness. More tears rained down his face and onto the floor. It was truly a mesmerizing sight.
“You cry so pretty,” he mumbled, watching Lucifer try to blink the tears away. Heat began pulling at his abdomen. Fuck. He needed to move on before getting too lost in the sensations.
Valentino slipped out of Lucifer’s mouth. He kept holding onto him as his body heaved, coughs and gasps sending strings of saliva flying from his puffy lips. His hair had grown messy, strands fallen out of place, but not quite dishevelled enough just yet. When Lucifer managed to regain his breath, he sniffled before trying to speak. “You-” his voice was rough, the sentence interrupted by a coughing fit, “you’re sick,” Lucifer managed to spit out.
“Mmm, that’s one way to put it,” Valentino replied. He dissipated the magic holding his chains down. Valentino bent over, grabbing at Lucifer’s buttoned shirt, and ripped it open, uncaring for the damage he caused. He slipped it off Lucifer’s struggling frame and then picked him up by his armpits. Lucifer kicked indignantly, puffing out a small streak of fire. His face was still covered in all sorts of moisture. Valentino couldn’t resist. He flattened his tongue on the side of Lucifer’s cheek, following the tear tracks up and leaving behind a faint pinkish streak.
“Ah, fuck! Okay, no,” Lucifer turned his face away, hands barely able to push against his shoulders. The same taste tickled Valentino’s taste buds, this time accompanied by a memory. Something clicked in his mind. He did know this.
“You and your daughter taste similar, did you know?” Lucifer froze in his grasp.
“WHAT?”
Long, curved, red horns burst from his head, eyes turning a pure glowing red. The tip of his fingers turned to red claws as a spiked tail lashed out ferociously behind him. “Don’t you DARE touch my daughter!” Lucifer was shaking with rage. Fire roared to life around his horns, burning with a passion.
“Relaaax~” Valentino smiled. If this didn’t earn a smite, Lucifer was truly powerless. “I haven’t touched your precious princesita. She did fuck up my studio, though. Her tits aren’t even big enough to get the big bucks anyway,” he taunted. Lucifer growled, feet kicking in the air harder. Valentino held him at arm's length like an angry stray kitten, chuckling at the imagery. One of his boots reached high enough to narrowly miss his arms, almost managing to wiggle out of his grasp. “Feisty!”
“Let me go,” Lucifer snarled, grappling him. Valentino could tell he wanted to dig those little claws in. Whatever curse he had defanged him.
“Tired already? Luci, baby, we haven’t even started!” Valentino suddenly tugged at his pants, Lucifer turning stiff as a plank. His golden pupils returned in his eyes, darting down nervously to Val’s still hard and throbbing dick. Lucifer’s spit mixed with his own special saliva still coated him, ready for more.
“Wait, wait hold on,” Lucifer tried. A sound of effort escaped him in his attempts to fight off Val’s hands. Valentino ignored him, forcing both his pants and boots off in one motion. Revealed to him were adorable little red hooves peeking out of black fluff. A similar gradient to his arms reached mid-calf, Lucifer’s legs still kicking uselessly in the air. Valentino looked up and blinked, momentarily taken aback by the rubber duck pattern on his boxers. He shook his head, focusing his attention on the prize hidden underneath.
Though significantly less present than it had been, Lucifer was still somewhat hard. Val hooked his fingers underneath the hem, offering the same treatment as the rest of his clothes. Lucifer brought his knees together, raising them up to hide himself. “Wait stop,” he spoke, fingers tightening around Val’s arm, yet far from painful.
Valentino smirked. He just grabbed onto the underside of one of his thighs with a lower hand, hugging Lucifer to his chest. “Just relax, cielo, or you might get yourself hurt.” He squeezed his thigh tightly as a warning. With his last free hand, he took hold of his painfully hard dick, giving himself a couple strokes to spread the remaining fluids on it and prepare for what came next.
“Don’t you dare,” Lucifer protested, trying to pull away. Val angled the head to Lucifer’s hole. He hadn’t bothered prepping him, but his saliva would ease it anyway. Valentino could feel how tense he was in his arms, he could feel the slight tremors in his muscles against his fingertips. He was so fucking small, barely any heavier than Kitty. Maybe he could get Vox to start an angelic themed sextoy line next.
Val gave no warning. He pushed Lucifer down onto his cock, nearly bottoming out in a single thrust. Lucifer cried out in surprise. Warmth swallowed him again, this time even tighter. His throat was amazing, but his ass? Heavenly. Lucifer’s legs flailed behind Val’s back, it was a little unfortunate he couldn’t see. He would be able to later, though. When watching the recording. Maybe Vox would join in. As stingy as he could get, he did like watching Val’s more... private sessions.
Lucifer’s claws scrambled to grab purchase on anything, pulling somewhat harshly on his fluff. Valentino didn’t mind. His pained whimpers were more than enough as payment. It seemed he was struggling to adjust to the intrusion; his eyes were closed tightly, face pulled tight. Valentino stilled to grab onto his chin and crashed their lips together. He forced more of his saliva into his mouth, spreading the aphrodisiac against Lucifer’s tongue.
The faint taste of strawberry reignited the fire underneath his skin. He’d gotten so close when using his mouth, that little break was needed to ensure he could use the night to its full potential. Not that cumming would cut it short, he had stamina after all, but it was certainly more enjoyable to drag the fun a little longer.
Lucifer made little noises into his mouth. Pants and soft moans he failed to hold back. Something stiff was beginning to press against his stomach, making Val giggle. Not even the king of hell could resist. Lucifer still weakly struggled; pushing against Val’s shoulders, trying to turn his face away, faint ‘no’s catching in between desperate breaths, yet the tell-tale smell of arousal still drenched his every move.
Lucifer’s hips wiggled subtly. Just enough that if Valentino didn’t know any better, he’d think it was an accident. He pulled back from his mouth, licking at the dried tears on the side of Lucifer’s face before chuckling.
“Ready for more, gatito?” Before Lucifer could retort, Val grabbed onto his tiny waist and forced him further down, ripping a loud moan out of his chest instead. Lucifer fisted the fluff between his fingers tighter, the slight tug sending shivers up and down Valentino’s wings. Valentino could feel Lucifer twitch around him as he pressed his forehead against his chest. “Hiding? Don’t be shy.” Tremors coursed through the small body when Val gently ran his nails down his back, skin on fire. His magic was good, but this was something else. “So sensitive… how long has it been since you’ve had any, hm?” Val teased, sensing the desperation clinging to Lucifer’s skin.
“Shut- shut up,” Lucifer panted. His voice was tight, barely holding back the trembling. “I don’t want-” he gasped when Valentino bounced him on his cock while his limbs twitched, “I don’t want to feel.. like this. It’s- it’s your fault,” he nearly whined. God. Adorable.
His tail swayed stiffly, sometimes interrupted by small jerks. Val moved him up and down some more. He used his lower arms to settle into a rhythmic pace, keeping Lucifer tight to his chest with an upper hand. With his free one, he traced small lines along his skin, watching goosebumps rise wherever he’d pass. Brusque huffs fell from the fallen’s lips, the faintest of sounds hiding behind each exhale. Valentino felt a laugh bubble up his throat when he looked at his face, seeing tightly closed eyes and furrowed brows half buried in his fluff. A golden hue covered every inch of Lucifer’s skin down to his shoulders. His cheeks were especially colourful. They almost glowed with gold.
The rough fucking earlier was fun, but this was something else entirely. Taking his time to work Lucifer, undoing him so thoroughly, watching him fight the pleasure despite being overwhelmed… It was amazing.
Valentino picked up the pace, earning a moan Lucifer couldn’t abort this time. A squelching sound kissed his ears, and by the way Lucifer tensed in his arms, he’d heard it too.
“Fff- stop, stop,” he cried out, hips bucking forward. Lucifer whimpered as his dick rubbed between his and Val’s stomachs, their position causing it to rub on them near constantly. Val chuckled, grinding against him on purpose.
“Don’t you wanna cum? Come on, Luci baby, cum for me,” he urged. He lapped up the side of Lucifer’s exposed neck, savouring the full body shiver, then sank his teeth into it. Lucifer gasped, a strangled noise rushing past Val’s head. His hooves kicked, tail swishing wildly back and forth. Fuck. He wanted to see him come undone.
Valentino paused briefly, Lucifer whining. He spun his small body around, holding onto his waist tightly so he could pick up the pace again. Teeth found their way back into his flesh. Valentino’s eyes then locked down to Lucifer’s dick searching desperately for release. He wrapped a hand around it and pumped. Lucifer nearly doubled over with a cry. His hooves kicked so far off the ground that it was almost sad. Dark hands grabbed onto the wrists holding his waist and tugged.
As if Val would even consider letting him go now. Especially not when this scene was so captivating.
“I’m- stop I’m going to- fffuck!” Lucifer seized, spilling into Valentino’s hand as his eyes, newly brimming with tears, rolled back into his head, and his mouth fell open in a silent scream. Valentino closed his eyes and groaned at the feeling of his walls clenching down on him. He was reaching his limit too.
With every extra thrust, Lucifer whined and twitched, which caused waves upon waves of electricity to course through Val’s body. His hips stuttered, struggling to keep up their erratic movement. He growled and bit down on a different spot, this time sensing warmth spread around his lips. Val cracked an eye open to the sight of golden droplets trickling into Lucifer’s heaving chest. The sight pushed him over the edge.
His fingers tightened around Lucifer's tiny waist with bruising force, nails dug into the skin, wings flapped in time with his desperate thrusts. His dick twitched inside before he spilled, filling him up with a hiss.
Val grunted. He let go of Lucifer’s neck to lap at the blood pouring from the wound. “Mmf, delicious…” he sighed, basking in the still twitching heat of Lucifer’s hole. Lucifer was breathing so fast Val wondered if he’d make himself pass out. “Was it that good? Been a while since you came that hard, hasn’t it? Don’t worry, gatito, we’re far from done. I’m gonna take good care of you.” Lucifer shook his head at the words, sniffling.
Valentino pulled him up so he could set Lucifer down. The second he let go, Lucifer took one clumsy step away before his trembling legs gave out. Valentino was quick to follow, fisting a generous amount of dishevelled golden locks and shoving Lucifer’s face against the ground. Val crawled over him, pulling up his hips. Valentino trailed the length of his spine to his tail, grabbing it and bringing it to his mouth. He licked along the underside, earning a powerful shiver from the angel while he attempted to free himself. Lucifer gasped as fingers dipped between his legs. Val was met with a mixture of his cum and the angel’s blood, a slight golden hue to what was normally white.
“So wet for me, don’t be so ungrateful, you shouldn't waste free lube,” Val mocked, gathering the liquids and pushing them back in with an obscene noise. Lucifer writhed underneath, discomfort high on his tongue. Valentino turned him onto his back. He caught a hoof flying towards him with ease, not that Lucifer could have kicked him anyway, and sneered. “Don’t be like that, you little fucking whore,” the words rolled like poison off his lips, “you liked it,” he spread Lucifer’s legs apart despite his protests, “you’re even getting hard again.” A sadistic smile pulled at his lips when Lucifer looked down at himself, surprised to see a new growing erection.
Courtesy of Val’s powers, of course.
But he didn’t know that.
And the expression on his face? Oh, Val could’ve devoured him entirely.
Lucifer was seemingly refusing to speak now. No more jokes, no more quips or complaining, only spastic breathing and darting eyes. The chains jiggled as he brought his arms to Valentino’s chest, a feeble attempt to keep him away. He gasped when Val tugged him down roughly by the hips.
Valentino had grown hard as a rock again. The sight of Lucifer on the ground before him, flushed, bleeding, and hard, had done wonders. It could even rival his powers in efficiency. Lucifer’s tail moved anxiously. The tip thrashed while the rest only swayed stiffly. He pushed harder when Val moved closer.
“That little attitude you’re giving me can’t go unchecked,” he spat despite his smile, “I can fuck it back in place. Believe me, mi rey, I’ll have you begging for more.”
“Get off!” Lucifer broke his silence when Valentino pressed against his abused rim. Valentino saw the rising panic in his features until he suddenly blurted out, “You and that.. TV! You’ll fail, there’s nothing you can do to reach heaven, that’s why you’re in hell!” Fear was evident behind the false bravado he was holding. Val smirked. “If you think- if you think doing this will help you up there, then, hah! You’re wrong!”
Valentino barely suppressed a chuckle at that. “Help? Oh, Luci, you got it all wrong, baby.” Val leaned over until he was mere inches from Lucifer’s face, “This is for me. Not heaven. Me.” Lucifer’s eyes widened as he pressed forward, applying more pressure to his entrance, just teasing what came next. “You know, once we get up there, I could make you a star.”
Val forced Lucifer onto himself as he gave a powerful thrust, bottoming out at once. Lucifer damn near wailed. He arched off the ground, tail thrashing. A flash of light momentarily blinded Valentino. He blinked twice before his vision focused properly. Three pairs of wings had burst out of Lucifer’s back, each flapping and twitching uncoordinatedly. Val barely had any time to admire them.
Almost as soon as they appeared, they disappeared.
Valentino grabbed onto Lucifer’s still arched torso, feeling around for the wings, but felt nothing other than smooth pale skin. He pouted. So many ideas had crossed his mind, all those possibilities gone in an instant.
Something else caught his eye, though. With his stomach pulled taut, Val could clearly see a bulge peeking through, pushing against his skin. Lucifer’s hooves scraped against the ground as he tried to push himself away. His chest stuttered in Valentino’s grasp. Whines fell uncontrollably from his mouth, followed by huffs and noises that desperately wanted to be words.
Valentino withdrew, watching Lucifer’s stomach shift with him and relishing in the way he tensed. Tightening the grip on his hips, he fucked back into him with enough force to knock the air out of the angel’s lungs.
“Fuck!” Lucifer cursed in a high-pitched tone. His eyes struggled to open. Valentino noticed how they didn’t match. One red, the other golden. He placed a hand over Lucifer’s stomach as he bent to his shoulders, licking at the drying blood before biting down again in time with his next thrust. “Stop, stop, let go,” Lucifer whined. Valentino growled, feeling himself move through his skin and tasting Lucifer on his tongue. There was something truly addictive about angel blood, he came to realize. “Too much, too much, too much, please!”
Valentino’s antennas twitched at the word. The king of hell? Begging? Now that just made the whole shoot.
He licked his way to Lucifer’s mouth, swallowing his complaints and replacing them with more of his saliva. Lucifer trembled beneath him, trying to move both closer and away at once. Val gave a rough thrust, angling up as he did. Not only could he feel his cock push against his hand, but also Lucifer’s entire body spasm.
Valentino pulled away just slightly, feeling Lucifer’s hot breath mix with his own. The sweet smell of his spiked saliva erupted from him with every exhale. “Can you cum again for me?” Lucifer’s mismatched eyes stared into Val’s. Tears spilled out of the corner of his eyes after much effort to keep them contained. Valentino felt his tail wrap around a leg before he nodded, averting his gaze. “Good boy,” Valentino chuckled, deepening his pumps.
Lucifer keened. His eyes screwed shut once more, fire flickering in and out of existence around his horns. Val set a merciless pace, ignoring the heat clawing at his abdomen in favour of focusing on Lucifer, who seemed just about ready to implode. He shot a glance down, seeing golden marks on his waist and around his fingertips.
“Cl- close, fuck, I’m close again,” Lucifer croaked.
“Yeah?” Val detached the hand still sitting on his stomach from its place, instead wrapping around Lucifer’s leaking cock. “Tell me how good it feels,” he grunted, squeezing around the base.
Lucifer spluttered, a few frantic noises spilling from his mouth before he managed to start speaking correctly. “Good! It feels good, please let me cum, please, it’s good, so good! I need- I need- FUCK!”
His hands scrambled to find anything they could grab onto as Valentino gave a few pumps of his wrist. It took barely anything for his tiny body to jerk and writhe, cum once more spilling onto Valentino’s hand. He chuckled, returning it to Lucifer’s stomach and pressing against it.
The sound he made could have been mistaken for that of a dying bird.
Lucifer pushed against him with urgency, hooves feverishly trying to push at his hips. “Stop, I came, I came, stop please!”
“I’m not done yet,” Val snapped back, rolling his hips into Lucifer’s fluttering warmth. A delicious sound kissed his ears, a loud sob erupting from the pinned angel. Valentino had to resist a fit of laughter, seeing just how pathetic the display was. “Vox was right, they did clip your wings.”
Lucifer tensed at the words for a split second, then returned to his attempts to fight him off. Valentino just focused on the heat rapidly spreading from his guts. He brought Lucifer onto himself harder, trying to match his erratic thrusts. He applied more pressure on the bulge his cock formed in Lucifer's stomach and shivered. His wings flapped, tingles of pleasure travelling through his entire body.
"Just a little more."
Lucifer stopped pushing. Instead, he pressed his palms over his eyes with a defeated whine. And that sent Valentino’s head spinning. His muscles contracted, losing rhythm and switching to grinding against Lucifer. This time, he took his time to revel in it, milking himself dry with slow, languid rolls of his hips. Lucifer shivered with each one, quiet and tired whines echoing around the studio.
Valentino sighed. All the annoyances he’d been putting up with were melting away the longer his dick was up in angel asshole. Maybe Vox was onto something with that whole heaven thing.
He sat back, dragging Lucifer along. He gasped as Valentino shifted within but made no effort to resist. Lucifer pressed his forehead to his chest. His horns were somewhat uncomfortable, but the sight was too adorable for Valentino to complain.
“Are you done?” The muffled voice carried the slightest sliver of hope.
“The night's still young, gatito,” Val answered, voice dripping with amusement. Lucifer’s shoulders sagged. His tail curled around his form as he pressed his face deeper into Val’s chest.
This would definitely go to his private collection.