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It had been a long time since Alastor had taken anyone into his radio studio while he was working – nigh on forty years, in fact.
He was equal parts apprehensive and eager as he and Lucifer made their way along the long corridor to his rooms – whilst this wasn’t the same as any of the other intimate acts they’d indulged in, and Lucifer had already been in his suite on several occasions, it felt like breaching one of the few remaining bastions of his mystique.
It might seem like he was attaching an importance to this that it didn’t warrant – but Alastor was radio.
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- Part 45 of Stolen Moments
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14 Jan 2026
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Alastor had always maintained that breakfast was the most important meal of the day – and should preferably be consumed before lunchtime rolled around.
That morning, he had two options – leave Lucifer alone in bed - or turn the king into his breakfast, considering the man steadfastly refused to wake up, no matter how much Alastor poked and prodded and, at one point, debated sticking his tongue in his ear.
After weighing up the relative benefits of both, he went with option one.
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- Part 44 of Stolen Moments
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14 Jan 2026
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If dictionaries were to have pictures, Alastor was fairly certain he'd find a photo of Lucifer next to the word 'insatiable'.
He'd barely gotten his shoes off before a pair of hands had landed on his hips and forced him around, hooves very nearly skidding out from under him as the rug rucked up under the force of his turn. It didn't matter, in any case – within seconds, his rear landed on the mattress, and a by-now familiar set of lips had landed on his.
Lucifer tasted of sugar and butter, a hint of strawberries thrown in just so he could say he'd eaten something healthy.
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- Part 43 of Stolen Moments
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13 Jan 2026
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“If you don’t put that telephone down, I’ll confiscate it and give it over to Angel Dust to hide. And I’m sure his hiding places will be very creative,” Alastor snapped, static curling in frustration as Lucifer once more unlocked his cell phone, looked at the notifications popping up, and winced.
He’d been doing this ever since Alastor had returned to his suite – ever since the ‘news’ about the extermination happening tomorrow had broken.
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- Part 42 of Stolen Moments
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13 Jan 2026
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Alastor didn't typically make a habit of lounging around in nothing more than what he'd entered the world in, and certainly less than what he was wearing when he left it.
Particularly on a weekday, no less – and one in which it was barely even past the lunching hour.
He sighed, absently thumbing through the pages of a much read novel, barely paying it any attention - as an equally bare Lucifer perched on his rear, using the sparse flesh of it as though it were his personal chaise lounge. Alastor had already had to refrain from hinging his knees up and kicking them in the air, not wanting to test the theory on whether fallen angels were immune to concussions.
Even if they were - he didn't think Lucifer would very much appreciate a hoof to the head.
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- Part 41 of Stolen Moments
Bookmarked by JacksTheFlower
13 Jan 2026