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Sometimes Lucifer just shut himself down .
During a particularly stressful week, the fallen angel found solace in seclusion, far away from the pressure of socialising.
The pressure of dealing with heaven's demands had taken a toll on him, leaving him feeling drained and overwhelmed.
In an attempt to shield himself from the outside world, he retreated to his chamber, slipped into his snuggly pajamas, wrapped up in comforting blankets, and enveloped himself in the protection of his wings.
The layers formed a cocoon of isolation, providing a much-needed barrier.
Hidden beneath layers of warmth and feathers, the air became stifling as he was trapped within his own realm.
Lucifer's mind was a whirlwind of endless thoughts, a relentless cycle of repetition that left him in a feeling of numbness.
He was a being destined to watch humanity's struggles and battles, to deal with the rigid moral codes of heaven, and to endlessly relive his own failures.
The monotony of existence weighed heavily on him, a monotonous loop that seemed to stretch into eternity.
With no fear of death or need to fight for his survival, the repetition of life's mundane activities felt meaningless, a never-ending cycle of irrelevancy.
And though he need not to fear death he sometimes feared life.
There were moments when Lucifer dreaded the seemingly never-ending passage of his own existence.
As the numbness took hold, it gave way to waves of tears, flowing constantly down his face for what felt like an eternity.
Switching between silent tears and body-wracking sobs, the source of his sadness appeared bottomless.
The duration of this state could vary significantly, with it lasting for a single day or even extending to several.
As an immortal being, he was free of physical needs such as sustenance, hydration, or even the need to use the bathroom.
He could remain exactly in the same spot without moving a limb for the duration of his melancholic episode.
The stillness mirrored his internal struggle, leaving him ensnared in an endless cycle of self-reflection.
When he would finally be able to emerge from it, he was always plagued by an overwhelming sense of exhaustion and fatigue.
For Alastor, witnessing Lucifer in this state for the first time was more difficult than he had anticipated.
He was well aware of the king's depressive episodes, but seeing the usually enthusiastic figure so destroyed was deeply unsettling.
As two days had already passed, he found himself pacing in his room, his unease growing.
Eventually, unable to bear the tension any longer, he burst into Lucifer's room without further hesitation.
The air felt oppressively heavy, making it nearly impossible to breathe.
Lucifer remained motionless, curled up in his cocoon of feathers and fabric, unresponsive to Alastor's calls.
Growing more desperate, Alastor just threw a rubber duck at Lucifer, hoping for a reaction.
No reaction.
He threw another one ... And another...
Finally, after several attempts, the sheets rustled, and one pair of wings was removed, revealing the disheveled form of the normally so pretty looking King.
Now his usually well-groomed hair was messy and greasy, and his face was pale and swollen, looking every bit the age he carried through centuries.
Lucifer, his voice laced with mild admonishment, asked, "Are you really throwing rubber ducks at someone feeling unwell?"
Alastor, taken aback by Lucifer's disheveled appearance, blurted out bluntly:
"You look like crap."
"Oh, thank you, love, that makes me feel so much better already!" Lucifer retorted sarcastically., "What a wonderful compliment."
Alastor, ever the pragmatist, recommended:
"Stop wallowing in self-pity.
Go and take a proper bath."
Lucifer's response was hesistant, his voice small.
"I... I'm not sure if I can... If I am capable..."
Finally, Alastor's voice changed into a commanding tone, as he demanded:
"Put those wings away!"
Lucifer complied with Alastor's command, folding his wings away and stowing them back in whatever extradimensional space he stored them.
As Alastor approached, the fallen angel couldn't help but flinch, feeling uneasy with the closeness.
However, his partner paid no heed to the king's protests and, with surprising strength, lifted him up and carried him to the bathroom, bridal style.
In contrast to Alastor's bathroom, which was rather plain and modest, Lucifer's was nothing short of extravagant.
It featured a free-standing bathtub, embellished with intricate golden ornamentation.
The walls were graced with blue and gold accents and the lighting from a huge ornamented glass window embedded in the wall.
The artistry of the window was enhanced by amazing details carved into the glass.
As the light from outside filtered through, various shapes and patterns danced across the room, adding a touch of magic.
All together it was making the space feel like a decadent sanctuary.
There was enough room to move about, giving an impression of a luxurious retreat, perfect for indulging in moments of relaxation and self-care.
"Undress."
Alastor's commanding tone sent a flutter of life through Lucifer, as he felt ordered to undo his clothing.
Obeying, Lucifer shed his clothes lazily, using a wave of his hand.
It didn't escape him how Alastor's gaze flickered over his body, a hint of admiration evident in the brief moment it lingered between his legs, followed by a subtle intake of breath.
As the two of them stood there, Lucifer felt a mix of vulnerability and longing.
He knew it was meant to be an act of caring, but Alastor was taking in the sight of the kings naked form shamelessly, his eyes again wandering over Lucifer's body and the fallen Angel was enjoying the feeling of being desired.
Despite the obvious attraction, Alastor kept his cool, teasing:
"Are you waiting for a written invitation to step into the tub, Your Majesty?"
Lucifer obeyed, cautiously stepping into the warm water that enveloped him, feeling a heavenly sense of comfort.
As Alastor moved to the head of the tub, Lucifer leaned back and closed his eyes.
He suddenly felt Alastor's gentle touch, rinsing his hair and massaging the fragrant shampoo into his golden locks.
Being touched after his depressive episode felt more intense, and Lucifer found himself leaning into the pleasant sensations, grateful for the caring act.
The scent of the shampoo filled the air, and the methodical movements of Alastor's fingers felt heavenly against his scalp.
The gentle hum of soothing music filled the background, creating an intimate atmosphere.
Alastor's actions, combined with his genuine concern and affection, painted a heartwarming scene of domesticity.
Lucifer, caught up in the moment, looked up to gaze at the deerdemon, realizing that his signature smile was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, he was met with a look of concern and affection, a genuine smile tugging at the corner of his partners mouth..
As Lucifer lay back, allowing his head to rest further, his lover bent down and they shared a tender but significant kiss.
Alastor continued, with a smile, working diligently to rinse out the shampoo, still running his fingers through the wet locks.
Then, in a gentle tone, he said:
"Relax... I'll go and bring some fresh air inside your room. It feels like a stifling cage in there..."
As Alastor left the bathroom, Lucifer allowed himself to relax in the warm water, indulging in the feeling of being cared for.
Feeling clean again proved to be a comforting sensation that brought him a sense of rejuvenation, although his exhaustion lingered.
When he finally decided to get out of the tub, the fallen angel found a towel placed nearby, courtesy of his partner.
He grabbed it and began drying himself off.
Lucifer stood facing away from the door, not turning around when he heard it open.
He expected Alastor to grab a towel, too, and continue with the caring routine, but instead, he felt Alastor's body pressing against his... completely naked.
Lucifer couldn't help but smile, a pleasant shiver running down his spine at the unexpected intimacy.
The fallen angel inhaled sharply, his body responding involuntarily to the heat of his lover's skin against his own, and the hardness of the man's arousal pressing into him from behind.
The touch of Alastor's hands and the hungry kisses on the back of his neck sent a jolt of pleasure through him.
As the demons hands began to explore his sides, a shiver of excitement coursed through him.
"A-Alastor..." The king's voice came out soft and barely audible, but with a shiver of desire.
As Lucifer leaned back against the taller man, he couldn't help but let himself fall in the growing intensity of their touches, the evidence of the other's arousal becoming undeniable.
The wetness of his lover's leaking member and the sound of his ragged breaths sent yet again shivers down the smaller man's spine.
Lucifer's own body began to respond, his length fully hardened and standing proudly, their bodies pressed together.
He could feel the heat between them, the electricity crackling in the air, as the moment grew more and more charged.
Lucifer suddenly turned to face Alastor, only to be met with a look of intense desire and devotion.
Without a second thought, he closed the gap between them, kissing him with open-mouthed passion, his tongue exploring the others mouth desperatly, licking into him.
Their bodies pressed together so their erections touched, drawing delicate moans from both of them.
With half lidded eyes Lucifer gasped:
"You still want me..."
The deerdemon responded with a guttural groan, his need for the other man undeniable.
The heat between them continued to build, their desires growing stronger with each passing moment.
Lucifer, seizing control, shoved Alastor back while continuing to kiss and touch him.
In a display of strength, the smaller man effortlessly picked him up, making the other demon make a surprised sound, but he quickly wrapped his legs around the king's hips.
Unfazed by the potential strange look of the situation, given their height difference, Lucifer carried his lover to the bed.
With a soft thud, he sat down on the edge of the bed, with Alastor straddling in his lap, a position that felt oddly intimate.
Lucifer looked up at his partner, admiring the flushed, flustered expression on the deerdemon's face.
His eyes were hazy with desire, his body trembling.
Lucifer's hand moved lower, his thumb circling the tip of Alastor's slick member, driving a beautiful sound from the tall man.
Alastor's body instinctively rocked forward, his hips involuntarily bucking against Lucifer's touch, his head falling back.
The taller man then reached down and began to run his fingers through the others golden locks, enjoying the moan that came from his partner in response.
Suddenly Lucifer moved his hand to cover both their erections, rubbing them together, Alastor already feeling the well known heat pooling in his abdomen.
As he leaned down to capture the other man's mouth in a kiss , he started to rub his own ass at the kings thigh.
Alastor wanted to savor the moment, to prolong their pleasure.
He looked at Lucifer, watching as the first light of dawn filtered through the window, casting a glow on the king's pale skin, already glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Beautiful!
He loved the way Lucifer's hands moved with such confidence even though he was taking care to be cautious, their bodies responding to each other.
The deerdemon couldn't help but admire what was displaying in front of him while watching Lucifer pleasure them simultaneously: the difference in their sizes, the stark contrast between their skin tones, and the way their cocks both twitched and throbbed in response to Lucifers skilful touch.
Alastor's voice was a quiet whisper, filled with a sudden urgent plea.
"Stop..."
Lucifer obeyed, his frustration evident in the groan that escaped him.
Even though he didn't want to interrupt their intimate moment, he knew he needed to listen to his lover's request, but it was immensly difficult this time, as they never had been togehter like this before, both completely bare and Alastor pressed so close against him
As their panting subsided, they shared a gaze, and Alastor noticed the resurgence of life in Lucifer's eyes.
He felt a sense of relief wash over him knowing that his partner had managed to escape his brooding state and was once again fully present and engaged in their intimate moments together.
"Continue," Alastor then encouraged.
With a joyful smile, Lucifer took ahold of them again, their skin gliding effortlessly against each other, eased by the slickness of their precum.
Alastor could feel his own arousal growing even more intense, teetering on the edge of release.
So close, so close...!
"Stop!"
His body quivering with the effort to restrain himself, he called out a halt again , before his body could succumb to the pleasure.
Lucifer obeyed swiftly, ceasing all movement.
He understood the importance of Alastor's request and held himself back, even though it took a nearly impossible amount of willpower to do so.
Alastor was panting heavily, his heart racing, abdominal muscles clenching with the effort of holding back his release, his body trembling with desire.
"Love, you're killing me... I won't last much longer..." Lucifer's huffed breathlessy.
Alastor knew he was treading on thin ice, balancing on the edge.
He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself down, but the sensations were overwhelming.
After what felt like an eternity, Alastor finally whispered: "Go on," and Lucifer obeyed, his movements growing more urgent and desperate.
With Alastor still in his lap, Lucifer took advantage of their intimate position and reached around to brush his fingertips over the area at the base of the deerdemon's tail, where it connected with his skin.
The sensation coaxed a loud moan from his lover.
"What are you...?" Alastor gasped out , as he suddenly tensed up only to break off into a cry as he felt Lucifer's finger brush over his entrance.
"S....sstopp..."
Alastor whimpered, his body trembling with intense sensation.
Lucifer reluctantly obeyed, cursing.
Ceasing his actions but not pulling away completely.
Alastor's body shook with need, and he couldn't help the whimpering moans that escaped him.
His mind was overwhelmed with sensations, and his body ached for more.
Looking down, he met Lucifer's pleading gaze, and couldn't ignore the desperate desire in the devil's eyes.
"Love..." the devil whispered, his voice shaking, "Please...I want to...I need to ...."
Alastor could see the intense need in his partner's gaze, feeling Lucifer's body shivering with restraint.
He knew that the man was holding back for him, trying to prolong his experience, never pressuring him or pushing him beyond his comfort zone.
The realization that Lucifer accepted and adored him, despite his complicated relationship with sexuality, filled him with an overwhelming sense of love and acceptance, making him appreciate the depth of their connection even more.
As Alastor nodded his okay, he watched in fascination as Lucifer let himself be pushed off the precipice and into a state of utter bliss.
He could feel the other man's twitching length against his own, the warmth of his spent covering his own dick and his stomach.
"Please..." .
Alastor couldn't help but whimper, his voice shaky and desperate.
Lucifer, still riding the aftershocks of his climax, looked at him in confusion.
But he was quick to catch on.
The deerdemon rocked into his hand, seeking more friction, and the devil soon matched the rhythm, the movements of his hands steady, increasing the pace.
Alastor's breathing became ragged and uneven, a familiar tension building in his lower gut.
Just as he was getting lost in the sensations, he was caught off guard by Lucifer's other hand still at his entrance, suddenly pushing a finger inside, drawing a loud , heartfelt scream of the man.
Alastor couldn't help but press against his partner's hands, seeking more stimulation.
And then everything went white as the pressure in his lower gut erupted into an intensity he had never experienced before.
He cried out as his entire body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensations.
"I am ... I am c...."
But the words wouldn't come out before he spilled his essence in seemingly endless convulsion of his whole body, his partner catching him as he collapsed onto him.
They both lay there, trying to collect their thoughts and catch their breath.
Their hearts were still beating fast, and they felt blissfully blank.
Lucifer began to stroke Alastor's back, slowly realizing the importance of the moment.
Alastor had finally overcome his issues, had let go of control, and trusted him completely.
It was a monumental moment, and it meant everything to Lucifer.
As they looked at each other, Love and affection filled Lucifer's gaze.
Alastor opened his eyes, trying to focus and find his voice amidst the aftermath of their passion.
"...woooah..." The redhead managed to breath out.
Lucifer chuckled, a small, content sound escaping him.
"Oh, love, you truly are a master of words," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"But I shall take it as a compliment, leaving someone as articulate as you speechless."
Alastor snorted, his body still shivering from the aftermath of their passionate encounter.
He felt worn out, sweaty, sticky from their combined essence, but he was also at ease.
He felt peaceful.
Today had been a day of transformation for both of them, each of them overcoming a situation that had weighed them down and made them feel out of place.
But now, they had found solace and release in each other's arms.
They both realized how desperately they needed one another, and they never wanted this closeness, this bond, to end.
Never.