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This has been a terrible mistake.
That single thought accompanies Alastor when he only comes back from the bathroom in this overly pretentious building during the overly pretentious dinner party along with some very specific showtime, which was supposed to be tasteful but quickly disgusts him to the core, especially in the face of what happens when he leaves the table for five minutes only.
It’s a Friday evening, the first one in a long while that him and Lucifer are able to spend together, the long-awaited date night, so to speak. With how busy life has been lately for the both of them, they only ever have been sleeping in one bed, with Lucifer coming back when Al was already asleep and Al leaving the silky covers way before Lucifer would even open one of his eyes.
Alastor really wouldn’t like to admit it openly but it has started weighing on him so much, not spending any time together and nearly always missing each other when the only remains of Lucifer’s presence around him were the shed, angelic feathers, rimmed by the golden gleam that he used to lose while stressed out and tired.
Being the King of Hell actively again, trying to rebuild his ruined kingdom and make it as peaceful as possible, considering the circumstances and conditions of a place of depravity that Hell is, is time-consuming and devours nearly his every waking hour.
Being the best (and only) radio host in Pentagram City and an Overlord with a reputation to keep up, he himself is quite busy nowadays, especially that after the last extermination day, even though it’s been long months already, he’s still dealing with some repercussions of Vox and the very bane of his existence that the V Tower is, using every little occasion to remind him and everyone around of the fact that he’s been defeated in a battle by Adam and how awfully lame that was, especially for someone supposedly as powerful as Alastor has painted himself to be. Weaknesses and vulnerabilities are two very things that should never come to light here because it’s almost certain that there will appear someone who will want to take advantage of them or simply undermine the hard-earned respect among other residents of Hell. Alastor would never allow any of those two things to happen, he has been working for nearly a century to secure his place in the hierarchy here to let anyone jeopardize a hundred years of his efforts, especially not such an annoying demon like Vox along with the rest of the Vees is. Keeping everyone’s memory of his power and influence alive has never been more important than now. Alastor refuses to take the easy path here as well, keeping his relationship with the King away from business. He’s built everything that he is solely on his own, he doesn’t need any help from Lucifer with maintaining it, no matter how much less difficult it would be.
However, this requires time and involvement because down here no one plays by the rules and especially not the sinners who have been sentenced to the afterlife in Hell for a solid reason. If you want to achieve something, become a demon that others reckon with, you need to be on constant alert because it’s a given that someone will try to steal your position as soon as you let your guard down. Alastor is more than well aware of that fact, still having the memories of his own climb up to his power and control. Becoming an Overlord and having others fear his name has long been his most ambitious aspiration and it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that now his social status is the highest it has ever been, thanks to his relationship with the literal Devil.
Al would love to still try and pretend that he has allowed Lucifer to ask him out only for his own personal gain. He definitely likes to create this illusion in front of others, kept within a distance too big to notice that by now this is some giant bullshit, a very unconvincing lie. Lucifer isn’t the only one who has fallen here, even if it took Al months to fully admit it before himself. He pointedly ignores the fact that everyone in the Hotel seemed to have figured it out way before him, only congratulating him once he finally responded to Lucifer’s efforts which set him on a path to many different discoveries about himself and his own needs and desires he had never known he had. Quite a scary revelation for someone who has always enjoyed his independence and self-sufficiency, never really needing anybody else and skillfully manipulating his way through long years he has spent in his afterlife.
And even if he still tries to be telling himself that this means nothing and that he’s keeping up with it solely for his benefit, taking advantage of Lucifer’s power and title (among some other, more personal assets), deep down he knows already that he’s lying to himself and this thing between them has long spun out of of control, assuming that it has ever been under any.
Why else would he be where he is now, then, surrounded by the whole bunch of pulsating neon lights, bathed in all the existing shades of pink, blue and purple, in this giant hall filled with tables and heart-shaped chairs, presumably classy but definitely way over the top for Alastor’s taste.
It’s not their first date but it’s their first official outing as the couple in public and outside of Pentagram City at that, making it seem much more real than only their heated moments behind everyone’s back in the privacy of their sole company. If this weren’t overwhelming enough, they are now outside of the Pride Ring, the only place Alastor has ever known since the moment he descended into Hell, giving him another ton of anxiety because encountering a sinner in the Lust Ring is usually quite impossible. He’s feeling like the greatest entertainment not only because he’s with the King but also because he’s so out of his place, a former human in the sea of hellborns surely does turn heads. The club in itself isn’t such a foreign environment to him, considering his own deep love for jazz he’s been harboring since his human years but human world could never compare to what the afterlife in Hell serves, especially when it comes to the level of depravity and lack of any boundaries whatsoever. The things he has seen in the dark corners of this particular ring of Hell gives him an unsettled feeling in his stomach. He’s not a complete stranger to these kinds of things anymore but he has absolutely no interest in watching anyone engaging in any acts of this sort so shamelessly in a public space and without a care in the world at that. He should have declined Lucifer’s proposition, should have wiggled out of it somehow and perhaps he would have been spared the doubtful pleasure of being the witness to such vulgar behavior as well as the countless pairs of eyes following closely his every move, making him stiff and unapproachable despite Lucifer’s calming touch around his waist or over his thigh under the table for the most of the evening. Alastor has never had any problems with being in the center of attention but the judging gazes of so many demons who are not even a tiny bit apprehensive of him is an unnatural situation and makes him feel uncomfortable and insecure.
Lucifer so far has been having fun, though, not minding that most of the present demons gossip about them or stare at them in a truly indecent manner, not minding the fact that Al’s been sending them death glares from the moment they took their seats, in the very center of the room, right in front of the stage, some real courtesy of Lucifer’s good friend, the very host of tonight’s show and the one who has invited them here, Asmodeus, the Deadly Sin of Lust.
“Hey, ignore them,” the Devil whispered earlier on when he sensed that Alastor was close to exploding already. “They’re only jealous because I have the prettiest date tonight,” his blinding smile and a voice loud enough for the neighboring tables to hear him explicitly did little to calm him down, though, making him flustered instead. He thought that he was already over those stupid remarks of his but hearing them spoken in public, without an ounce of shame, so effortlessly as if he were talking about the weather, definitely did something to Al, no matter how much he wished to pretend otherwise.
“You hopeless charmer…,” he drawled, turning his head to the side and hiding his rapidly reddening cheeks behind his hair, knowing that this would only grant them even more attention.
Lucifer has always had that special kind of charm around him, now all the more visible since he came out of his shell a bit, opening up to the rest of Hell once more. It’s visible particularly clearly in the moments like this one, with him smiling so brightly that it almost hurt Alastor’s eyes, him feeling unworthy of even looking at him, the unsullied star brightening up every dark corner around and glowing softly in the semidarkness of the room.
“I should hope that I’m still not completely out of my game,” Lucifer teased as his fingers danced around Alastor’s knee playfully, tickling him a bit. “I might be a bit rusty, though,” he whispered, leaning in closer to Al and looking deeply into his eyes and pushing the glass of their shared cocktail with two straws in it towards Al. “Won’t you have any before I might drink it all up…?”
Alastor only looked over the colorful drink suspiciously, knowing all too well that anything Lucifer drank or ate was immorally sweetened, surely the alcohol too fell into that category and Al was picky in that particular aspect. Still, seeing the hopeful look in Lucifer’s eyes, he let be out a sigh and forced himself to take a sip, trying with all his might not to cringe but hearing Lucifer’s laughter, he knew that he failed miserably.
“You are a terrible actor, Alastor,” Lucifer grinned as he snapped his fingers, conjuring up a separate glass for Al. “How about some whiskey sour then…?” He asked encouragingly and even though Al would prefer a simple glass of pure rye, this one didn’t sound too bad and it made all the further attractions of the night a tad more bearable. Call Al old fashioned but he wasn’t usually swayed by the type of entertainment that this particular Ring of Hell offered, much preferring subtlety to literally admitting to having such desires that the performer was singing about.
Alastor couldn’t deny that she was pretty, though, tall but delicate, clad in a tightly fitting dress, made of the shimmering material and hanging definitely too low around her cleavage to be considered decent in public in Al’s dictionary. The lyrics of her songs too were quite bold and whereas most of the spectators were most certainly pleased and shamelessly interested, Al felt uncomfortable a bit. She had a voice, though, strong and low, perfect for the piano notes and some sensual gentle saxophone which gave the delicate background to the unexpected power of her singing. She was probably far too dramatic about the way she performed the lewd numbers, throwing back her long hair every other moment and looking from below her long lashes over the audience but she managed to hold the attention of nearly everyone in the room which in itself was impressive. Alastor really didn’t approve of the way she’s been making bedroom eyes at Lucifer for the most of her performance but he remained civil about it, not wanting to ruin this night and become the talk of everyone in Hell. Having the King present was a rare delicacy and it did attract attention just like the presence of the sinner among the hellborns in there. The fact that their table was situated right in front of the stage, in the very middle of the room only provided even more spotlight that Alastor wasn’t sure he wanted. He would lie if he said that he still wasn’t interested in intimacy of any sort but the way she behaved on the stage was rather provocative, to put it mildly, especially when she laid down on the piano, thrusting one of her legs into the air and displaying the whole length of the smooth skin of her leg.
Lucifer seemed to enjoy the show, though, as he clapped heartily when the song came to an end and Alastor had to remind himself that it was his hand that Lucifer was keeping below the table for the most of the evening and him whom he had asked out. Leaving him alone even for a moment ignited some very clear anxiety in Al. He had never been insecure in his life, always so full of self-confidence and audacity but this situation and the overall matter of their relationship was still a delicate matter to him. Something about that demon unnerved him. He tried to hide it behind his ever present smile as he left Lucifer at the table and went out to the corridor leading to the restroom, ignoring profusely every hellborn on his way and not caring if he seemed rude or uptight. The neon colors of this place were already giving him a headache, changing in the never ending kaleidoscope of flickering lights, making him dizzy. He felt like in some kind of a trance, especially when he walked by some suspicious pair of demons smoking some unidentified substance and giggling stupidly at nothing in particular.
The sight he comes back to, though, sobers him up very quickly which leads him back to his current position.
Alastor freezes in the doorway to the giant hall, suddenly realizing why that performing demon has been causing every little hair on his body to bristle for the whole duration of her show. He watches in silent shock the way she hops off the stage, using the short interlude and sits atop his and Lucifer’s table with a playful smile, leaning back against her hand and looking over Lucifer coquettishly. The angle in which her back arches is so impossibly deep that it seems like her spine is only inches away from snapping in two. Her long, golden hair and the perfect, hourglass figure give a very distinct illusion of someone else, though, especially with her back turned to Alastor and the way the color of her gown turns deep purple in the dimmed lights. The way she resembles her in that moment is honestly insane. Her, who has been absent from Lucifer’s life for long years now and who has already been in the past, just like the missing golden ring that Lucifer doesn’t wear on his finger anymore. And even though the Devil has reassured Alastor a hundred of times already that he is over Lilith and that chapter of his life is already finished, in the moments like this one Al’s reluctant insecurities come back to life with some astonishing power, making him feel still like a fucking rebound, a temporary entertainment that would be discarded easily if only the missing Queen ever decided to come back to Hell and reclaim her position.
Alastor slowly looks over himself and the simple red suit he’s wearing, one of many that he owns. The invitation to Ozzie’s has come so unexpectedly that he didn’t have the time to order a new one from his tailor. He looks bland in comparison to the skimpy dressed demon with such a narrow waist and nicely curved hips, screaming sex appeal from afar and oozing confidence. Al has never cared about his figure much. He may have quite a cunty waist himself that Lucifer undeniably adores, never missing a chance to grab at it but his hips are definitely shaped differently with their curve very subtle, him lacking much in that department in comparison to everything that she is graced with.
Some dark thoughts cloud Al’s mind as one particularly terrifying slowly takes shape and dominates any other.
What if Lucifer is slowly getting bored of him…? He has assured him a thousand times that such trivialities as gender don’t have any meaning to him and that Alastor being equipped with male parts is absolutely no issue at all. He had spent centuries in a relationship with a woman, though, surely he might miss all the curves that Al doesn’t really have, despite the overall delicate constitution of his own body. The uncertainty and a quiet, mean voice whispering in his ear confuse him, despite him having been confident that he’s had it all figured out already.
He’s torn between hurrying up to their table and shove her off its counter and running away from this place for good but he’s neither willing to cause a scene here nor get lost in the Lust Ring, a place completely unknown to him still. Without Lucifer’s magic he is not even able to come back to Pentagram City so this wouldn’t be the greatest idea. He’s numb when he finally forces his muscles to move, certain that it has been long minutes since she sat by him and not realizing that all Lucifer tries to do is gently turn her down, definitely not interested despite her generous offer as he seems to be telling her. Alastor doesn’t really recognize the words spoken, though, feeling his body tensed up like a guitar string in a feeling that he doesn’t want to admit to but most certainly is green, ugly jealousy even if, relatively speaking, he has absolutely nothing to be envious of here.
He clears his throat as he stands by the table with his back straightened up and his chin raised high as his smile nearly reaps at his cheeks. He can feel one of his eyelids twitching in a barely concealed annoyance at how much audacity she seems to have when she finally turns her head to him and arches a brow, as if she didn’t understand his agitation here. The way her eyes scan his silhouette gives him some unpleasant chills running down his spine. He’s the one in control here, he’s the one who’s Lucifer’s date and yet he still has that sour feeling in his mouth when she scoffs at him and gracefully stands up, coming back to the stage, swaying her hips excessively as if it were her, instead of Al, owning it all.
And it doesn’t matter that Lucifer has his eyes only on him for the rest of the evening, tracing calming circles with his thumb on the inside of his palm, the seed has been planted and even though Al forces himself to pretend that he doesn’t care, his mind is already racing, trying to find the quick solution to this problem. As the performance continues, though, his wicked shadow seems to think of something on its own as it uses the fact that no one, even Al pays it any attention, sneaking out of the hall, straight to the backstage where it easily finds the right wardrobe department, surprisingly easy to enter but perhaps its non-physical body is some real advantage here.
The shadow slips in smoothly, hiding quietly in the dark corners and taking in the astonishing amounts of the hangers filled with gowns and costumes of every color, cut and material that one could only think of along with the whole collection of wigs, only confirming Al’s silent suspicions that there wasn’t anything natural about her surprisingly long hair after all.
The vanity table by the large mirror in the middle of the room is messy, the whole palettes of eyeshadows lay there in a disarray, along with a ton of make up brushes and colorful glitter. This demon is a regular performer here and Ozzie takes care of his employees well, clearly, judging by the amount of clothes that she possesses. The shadow is quite sure that one little thing or two won’t be missed if they disappeared suddenly without a trace. It quickly uses an ounce of Al’s consciousness that conditions their unbreakable connection to call out to Al’s shadow minions which snatch a few things which Alastor will surely appreciate later on even if he is barely aware of his shadow’s shenanigans now.
This date may have not been a total disaster but it certainly gave Al a lot to think about. After the unwanted clash with that demon lady who so obviously tried to steal Lucifer’s attention, focusing on anything else than his own dark thoughts borders on nearly impossible. It might be stupid and completely baseless but his silent fears of Lucifer one day realizing that Alastor is not what he looks for in a relationship, that he’s a simple bore, too stiff and obviously not a woman push him to consider a thing that he has never thought of before but it seems that his shadow has reached that conclusion much faster, taking care of everything Al might need to make sure that Lucifer is reminded how very flexible and agile Alastor can be if he only wants to. His shadow may have been bold enough to provide all the necessary items for executing his plan but the rest remains in Al’s hands as it all slowly takes shape in his head with the sole purpose of securing the King’s explicit attention tonight.
The dress is in a shade of dark red, shimmering in the light and hugging tightly his body in a very similar manner to what he saw on the performer earlier on, at Ozzie’s. The back of it is so low that it nearly shows off his loins, making sure that his tail is on full display, giving it a rather provocative look but Alastor can’t deny that the way the material hangs around his hips, puckering up, makes them seem wider and fuller than they are in reality. The fluff of his chest makes the perfect substitute for the bust that he doesn’t have, obviously. The delicate fabric is cut deeply and low around the collar in a tempting manner as it embraces his sides, kept by the delicate straps in place, not leaving much to imagine, especially around his middle, just calling out to be grabbed. The finishing touch to his unusual attire is added by the deep red lipstick, something he has never used before but he can’t help but admire its rich pigment as he brushes it against his lips.
Still, the longer he thinks about it, the more ridiculous it feels, all of these theatrics to simply drag Lucifer to bed and remind him what an absolute honor Al grants him with, just by being by his side. Learning his own sexuality with him remains an unfinished journey but by now he knows enough of what he likes in bed and that Lucifer will never leave him unsatisfied, always finding some new spots to tease and giving Al exactly what he needs to make it feel good. Tonight, though, it’s going to be him who teases, hopefully making him appreciate what he has.
Alastor looks at his reflection, barely recognizing himself. It’s still his face but the way his lips seem fuller and his thick and long eyelashes just a tad longer makes him feel like a stranger in his own body. He’s determined to see this through until the end, though, so he puts on his best smile and forces himself to ignore his own discomfort with trying so hard to be someone he is not. He has the Devil to seduce, waiting for him just behind the bathroom’s door, presumably still clad in that elegant suit he’s been wearing for their date, white as always but with some tasteful golden and red accents that gave his attire that regal look, instead of his usual circus piece that used to be the source of Al’s merciless teasing. There is no more room for hesitation here, he’s already made up his mind and decided that Lucifer would remember this night for the rest of his life.
He slowly pushes the door open, seeing that Lucifer has already taken off his jacket and is currently loosening his collar and rolling up his sleeves, displaying the dark skin of his forearms and hands. This definitely piques Al’s interest as he smirks lazily and leans against the door frame, placing his hand on his hip and clearing his throat.
“Are you ready for bed—?” Lucifer’s voice dies down immediately when he raises his eyes and notices him, clearly shocked which gives Al a real ton of satisfaction because it seems that he will be picking up his jaw from the floor some real soon.
“Well, well, well…,” Al purrs, sticking out his hip to the side, fairly enjoying that he seems to have absorbed every single cell of Lucifer’s brain with his person. “Would you look at that, who’s that handsome stranger lucky enough to witness my private performance…?” His voice is smooth, little to no radio filter in it which seems to charm Lucifer even further. “You’re definitely in luck here, my dear, this is such a privilege. You’d better enjoy…,” he claps his hands, making his radio placed in the corner of the room on one of the bookshelves turn on as some gentle jazzy arrangement fills the air around them, slowly aligning into a song ennobled with a seductive womanly voice, making Lucifer’s eyes even bigger when he hears the lyrics.
Alastor’s lips only widen further as he makes a small, experimental sway of his hips, enjoying the undivided attention he receives and trying to ignore the voice in the back of his head that it might really be just like he’s feared and Lucifer truly misses a female lover.
… A guy what takes his time, I'll go for any time
I'm a fast movin' gal who likes them slow
Got no use for fancy drivin', wanna see a guy arrivin' in low
I'd be satisfied, electrified to know a guy what takes his time…
The way Lucifer’s cheeks slowly glow up in the perfect golden only encourages him as he takes a few steps towards him. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed like spellbound, unmoving and staring at him without as much as a blink of an eye, completely absorbed by the way Al’s waist seems so tiny and his legs so long, longer than ever before, so pleasing to observe, especially with the way his hips sway to the sides with his every step.
A hurry-up affair, I always give the air
Wouldn't give any rushin' gent a smile
Lucifer opens his lips as if he wanted to say something but Al suddenly drops to his hands and knees before him as his voice joins in the lyrics, making the Devil’s eyes burn as he looks down at him, rigid and so full of tension that his muscles seem to be only a tiny step away from breaking into pieces.
I don't like a big commotion, I'm a demon for slow motion or such
Why should I deny that I would die to know a guy who takes his time…?
Alastor crawls closer, making sure that his little tail gives a tempting wag, slowly sitting on his knees in between Lucifer’s spread legs and grabbing his thighs.
“Oh, darling… seems you must have quite enjoyed me so far…,” Al teases, seeing the obvious bulge in the front of Lucifer’s pants. He gasps when a hand suddenly grabs his sensitive ear and forces his head back a bit, making him look straight into Lucifer’s inflamed eyes. His lips slowly widen in a matching grin as a hint of his horns appears on his forehead, him easily falling into his role of a stranger who’s about to get very lucky tonight.
“Can’t deny that this has been nice so far…,” he purrs, letting his fingers caress behind his ear and then over his cheek to finally grip his chin in the end. “I have heard of your reputation, love. That you’re the best performer out there, dazzling really… that you never disappoint…,” the glint in his eye has a mean undertone as he uses his other hand to slowly unbutton his shirt further, teasing a hint of his perfectly shaped chest, seemingly like cut in marble.
“Me…?” Al fakes a gasp in some mock exasperation, looking at him from beneath his long lashes and leaning closer to him so that their noses nearly touch. “A disappointment…? Never,” he promises quietly, letting the music play in the background as he slowly wraps his arms around Lucifer’s neck, scratching delicately along the line of hair at the back of it. “And it seems to me that you have been honored with some extremely rare occasion to watch a very special performance tonight…,” he whispers as his lips brush against Lucifer’s ear. “So, by all means, please, do enjoy…,” he purrs, leaving a trail of kiss marks everywhere his mouth touches, nibbling softly on his jawline as he travels lower, to Lucifer’s still unmarked neck.
“Oh, don’t mind it I do…,” Lucifer is definitely going to enjoy this unexpected opportunity, especially as he looks down and sees the way Al’s tail wiggles right above the hem of the shimmering, beautiful dress. The way nearly all of his back is bared, his spine forming the perfect arch, makes Lucifer’s mouth water hungrily. He grunts when he feels a bite of the sharp teeth into his neck but doesn’t move away, only tightening his grip around Al’s waist, marveling at how small it is, especially in this attire. The way Al’s claws dig into his wrists a moment later makes him stiffen a bit, though.
“Did I give the permission to touch…?” Al asks into the skin of Lucifer’s neck, licking around the pulsating vein there. He forces Lucifer’s hands away and the Devil allows it for now, quite curious what Al might still have in mind.
Alastor backs away a bit, licking his lips over and admiring the clear trace he’s left so far. Lucifer looks disheveled, with his shirt half unbuttoned, his cheeks and forehead marked with red kisses and the side of his neck stained with golden blood everywhere Alastor bit into. His eyes travel lower, clearly enjoying the way Lucifer’s pants filled up even further, displaying the distinct outline of what he is equipped with, the shape so pleasing and so easily achieved without even one direct touch.
“Seems like someone’s excited,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against Lucifer’s inner thigh teasingly. “It’s become a bit tight down here, hasn’t it…?” He inches even closer, enjoying thoroughly the way Lucifer’s muscles tense up immediately, stilling almost unnaturally in some heavy anticipation. “Should I take pity on you, my poor, handsome stranger…?” He looks up straight to Lucifer’s burning eyes with a small smirk, touching so close and yet not close enough.
“Hmm, I wonder…,” Lucifer whispers in a low, rumbling voice which reverberates strongly within the walls of their bedroom. “Are those lips as talented in any other aspects or is it just singing…?” He bends closer to him as his gaze darkens, not even trying to hide his growing desire. “So pretty, so plump… I bet they could be put to some great use here,” he arches a brow meaningfully as he leans back against his palms, spreading his legs further to the sides in a clear sign of what he expects Al to do now.
“How bold of you,” Al pretends to still hesitate here, even though all his mind is occupied with already is right beneath the tight material of Lucifer’s pants. “To ask of me to risk my reputation like this.”
The Devil laughs lightly as the corner of his mouth crooks up and he combs his hair back nonchalantly, as if he weren’t hard beyond measure, absolutely yearning for Alastor’s touch. “If only your performance here lives up to your assertion, you have nothing to worry about, my pretty lark. This will remain our sweet, dirty, little secret,” he purrs, letting his horns grow out as he nods at him in a clear expectation.
“Still so doubtful of my talents here…?” Alastor’s fingers brush lightly against the bulge in Lucifer’s pants only to grab him in his palm a few seconds later, making him hiss. “That big boy down here is definitely of a different opinion…” he nuzzles him through the clothes, enjoying thoroughly the way Lucifer is fighting his own urge to finally open up his pants and shove his dick down his throat. He admires the restraint but decides to test it even further, loving the feeling of control for now and basking in his undivided attention.
“Show off then, darling, the stage is solely yours,” Lucifer lets a note of temptation slip into his voice as he gazes down at Al who looks like all of his wet dreams about him combined. He never thought that Alastor might ever be into these kinds of things, let alone initiate such a play all by himself but here he is, down on his knees before him, wiling and eager, turned on equally even if he tries to hide it. Shifting every few seconds is very giving, though and doesn’t fool Lucifer. He’s merciful enough not to comment on that fact just yet, not wanting to ruin the mood by embarrassing Al and he would lie if he said that he doesn’t long for this to proceed already, so painfully hard but still aware of the promise of this performance that Alastor has boasted about.
Al’s face heats up, seeing the clear challenge in Lucifer’s eyes but he’s certainly not over his fun just yet. His fingers work quickly as he pops open the button and pulls down the fly, almost getting smacked in his face by the large and heavy cock falling out of the confines of the clothes, colored in rich golden and leaking, giving away how impatient Lucifer is already.
“No underwear…? How vulgar,” Al remarks as he grabs the base of it and smirks lazily at Lucifer’s clear gasp. He knows well that he’s being mean here but he wants this to be slow tonight, just like in the song that has already faded into the air a while ago. “Tell me, Mr. Stranger, did you hope to be graced with that private audience? Did you fantasize about it? Did you dream of me…?” He purrs, giving a first small stroke of his hand and playing with Lucifer’s slit, now so wet and only leaking further with his every tiny touch.
“Hah, perhaps I did,” Lucifer hums, longing for so much more already but still obediently holding back. “Perhaps I’ve been thinking about it ever since I saw you the first time this evening, you gorgeous demon.”
His words make Al feel hot, especially that he knows that Lucifer is not talking solely about the moment he came out of the bathroom dressed up like a proper tart, showing off so much of his body.
“Does it please you, love…?” The Devil asks tauntingly, even though he is in no position to taunt, with Al in control and with his dick in his hand, completely at his mercy. He arches a brow at him in a silent question. “The sight of me, I mean. Knowing that I got like this for you— fuck,” he curses when Al squeezes his hand around him.
“You’re lewd,” he smirks again cheekily. “Won’t deny that you appear to be quite appetizing here, though…,” he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, licking obscenely up the underside of Lucifer’s dick, teasing the tip, clearly testing Lucifer’s self-control and enjoying it shamelessly. “I’ll have my share now,” he whispers with a wicked smile as he swallows him up as far as his mouth allows it, tearing another curse out of Lucifer.
“Oooh fuck, baby, you feel so good,” the Devil groans, throwing his head back. Alastor’s tail wags happily at the praise as he bobs his head up and down slowly, feeling every little twitch of the dick in his mouth, knowing well that Lucifer is close already which only feeds his satisfaction. He nearly gags at the unexpected thrust of Lucifer’s hips, feeling the head of the cock hit the back of his throat. He doesn’t slow down, though, despite his eyes tearing up, determined to make him come in his mouth.
“Come on, handsome stranger. Won’t you come for me…?” Al asks, stroking him quickly and enjoying the way the sheets rip below Lucifer’s claws. He takes him back into his mouth, doubling his efforts and only a few seconds later Lucifer explodes deeply down his throat, making Al swallow everything up dutifully, despite his slight choke. The demon quickly gets up to his hooves and forces himself atop Lucifer’s lap, grabbing his neck and kissing him messily. He moans into his lips, feeling a hand grabbing his tail and the other squeezing over his buttock, making him press harder against him, grinding his front against his thigh in a small attempt to relieve the tension he feels.
“Oh, darling, you’re magnificent,” Lucifer whispers in a rough voice in between their kisses. “The very best there is…”
Al chuckles only as he bites into his bottom lip teasingly, drawing the angelic blood spiced with heavy arousal. “I am not done with my performance yet,” he murmurs, forcing him suddenly to lay down and straddling his waist. One of his tendrils sneaks quietly beneath a pillow and retrieves a small bottle of lube from there. Alastor is hyperaware of the absolute focus in Lucifer’s gaze, following his every little move in some growing tension again. “After all, I have promised my best, haven’t I…?” He raises his hips and slips off his underwear, throwing it off to the side somewhere and taking some particular care of keeping his front from the view, hidden behind the delicate material of the dress. He opens the cap of the bottle and squeezes a generous amount onto his hand, warming it up a bit and observing in satisfaction the way Lucifer’s eyes are glued to his fingers. Al bends a bit forward, reaching behind himself, his eyes never leaving Lucifer’s face. His wet fingers travel in between his buttocks at once as his breath hitches when he touches his own hole, spreading the lube around. “Did you dream of this too…?” He asks breathlessly as his middle finger slips in slowly. “Does it— aaaah, does is live up to your expectations…?” He pushes his finger in deeply, growing restless a bit. His own cock is still covered by the clothes but so hard nonetheless, pulsating painfully in between his thighs. He staggers lightly, thrusting his index finger in as well and huffs when the strong hands grab his hips, helping him keep his balance. Lucifer can only stare at him like enchanted, quickly growing hard again at such an unexpected spectacle. Usually he takes some particular pleasure in preparing Al but seeing him finger himself for him is arousing on some entirely different level.
“Fucking exceeds them,” he barks, grabbing Al’s asscheeks and spreading them apart, getting impatient himself, longing to see more of Al’s body too, despite how incredible he looks in that dress. He’s stunning but he’s even more so while fully naked.
Alastor closes his eyes for a moment, grinning widely and knitting his brows a bit as his hips rock back against his fingers lightly. He lets out a moan, searching for that one spot that always feels so good and nearly jerking when he finally finds it.
“… hah… it better….” He pants out, arching his back a tad. “I’m really trying here,” he slips his fingers out, well aware that he’s been sloppy but he doesn’t care, he’s growing too desperate for the electrifying feeling of a completion already. He raises his hips a bit before reaching back and grabbing Lucifer’s cock, now fully hard again, giving him a few strokes and spreading the lubricant along its length. Lucifer helps him keep his balance as he slowly pushes down with a long moan, siting down in his lap and wondering faintly if the Devil has always been that big. He certainly feels larger than usually, stretching him out and filling up to the brim, making him feel so full that he can barely breathe.
“It seems it does please you in the end…,” Lucifer grunts with a playful note in his tone. “If not the sight than the feeling for sure, isn’t that right, my pretty lark…?” His claws dig into the soft skin of Al’s buttocks as he tries to keep control over his own hips, feeling the overwhelming tightness and warmth of Al’s body around him, especially with him clenching so much. “Won’t you show yourself to me, love…? Let me see you, let me admire you like the absolute piece of art you are,” his voice comes out strained as he does whatever it takes to keep still yet. Alastor doesn’t make it any easier for him, though. He observes the way he opens his eyes at last, looking down at him with his hazy gaze and tilting his head to the side teasingly as he raises the front of his dress and puts its hem in his mouth, clenching it between his sharp teeth and bending back, leaning his hands against Lucifer’s thighs and making a first slow movement, letting out a stifled sound. The Devil gulps, seeing the way his hard cock bounces softly to the rhythm of his hips, wet with pre cum already, betraying how affected Al is as well, as excited as him. His eyes burn stronger as the grip of his hands grows more intense, pulling Al harder down with each thrust.
The demon squeaks softly, his sounds well muffled by the fabric in his lips as he writhes in his lap. The slight change of angle makes all the difference too as he arches his back violently, clamping down on the cock inside, feeling dizzy and weaker with every heavy fall back to Lucifer’s lap.
“Hmm, you really are a wonderful performer…,” Lucifer huffs out, thrusting into Al and making him tremble atop him. “You should know, though, that even though I did enjoy your jealousy, you really have no reasons to worry here.”
Al’s eyes snap open as he looks down at Lucifer who sends him a little smirk and an arched brow. He wheezes when suddenly Lucifer rolls them over on the bed, pinning him down below him.
“You thought I wouldn’t notice…?” The Devil laughs as he spreads Al’s legs easily and hooks them over his shoulders, giving a first deep thrust, fully in control again and making him roll his eyes back with a louder sound. “It was cute, really, you fuming over that demon lady.” Al’s face burns in humiliation as he only gets louder with each thrust, the angle and force absolutely perfect, hitting him just right. “I thought you knew that your gender doesn’t matter to me. You really don’t need to pretend that you’re so into this dress-up thing when I know that deep down you’re not,” he laughs breathlessly as his hips accelerate a bit and with a snap of his fingers Al’s dress disappears, leaving him completely naked beneath him. “Don’t get me wrong here… you were spectacular in that dress,” he pants out, raising Al’s hips a tad higher and making him bury into the pillows even further. “You are gorgeous regardless, though, don’t need to pretend to be someone you don’t really want to be… I want you, Al, in any shape or form you are comfortable with—“ he gasps when Al suddenly pulls him down as his legs fall down to his hips and lock there.
“Shut up, just— just quiet and… fuck,” his voice breaks as he rakes his claws down Lucifer’s back, destroying completely his shirt and pulling him closely, joining their lips in a desperate and messy kiss. Lucifer only grunts into it as he embraces him tightly, nearly folding him in a half, due to their height difference, listening keenly to his every little sound with utmost pleasure. He grabs his tail, tugging on it as their hips collide feverishly, each of them chasing desperately their peak, making Al’s mind explode in fireworks as he soon reaches it at last and comes all over their bellies with a distorted moan of Lucifer’s name, quickly pulling Lucifer behind himself as the Devil curses, feeling him clenching tightly around him, making him shoot up his load deeply inside with a groan. He calms down his breath slowly as he looks over Al, hearing the faint static noises still buzzing around his head. He’s blushing so much that the color of his cheeks resembles his hair and that’s adorable, considering how confident he seemed just a short while ago, seducing Lucifer as if he were born to do this.
“Hey… that was—“
“Shut up!” Alastor barks at him, hiding behind his hair and pinning his ears down in some hopeless embarrassment even though he has absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.
“You really have nothing to worry about, Bambi,” Lucifer says softly, trailing his hands up and down his sides. “No one else but you matters, I have set my sights on you quite some time ago already and I’m not interested in anyone else,” his smile turns teasing a bit when he sees the way Al’s ear twitches, obviously listening keenly to his every word. “I mean, how could I when I have this,” he ducks down, burying his face into Al’s chest fluff, so soft and absolutely perfect to nuzzle. Alastor stiffens with a small shriek but doesn’t really fight against Lucifer’s sudden outburst of affection. “And this,” he grabs Al’s tiny waist, rubbing soothing circles into the skin and teases the area around the base of his tail, feeling the way it wags immediately. “And this,” his hand sinks lower, feeling the firm flesh of Al’s buttock with some immense pleasure. His smirk turns gentle again when he realizes Al peeks at him from behind his hair. “I would never expect you to change into someone else for me, Al,” his hand reaches out to his face and cups his cheek softly. “Can’t deny that it was hot, obviously, babe, you dressed up like that, seducing me so effortlessly, so pretty, singing for me like the sweetest lark… never force yourself to do anything you feel uncomfortable with, though—“
“I’m never forcing myself!” Alastor huffs at him, turning his head to him at last with his eyes in radio dials in clear indignation. “And I didn’t do it for you, I did it for myself!”
“Of course,” one corner of Lucifer’s lips crooks up, enjoying clearly how flustered Alastor is. His mascara is smeared below his eyes, leaving two distinct tear trails down his cheeks and his lipstick is smudged after all of their desperate kisses but he’s still impossibly gorgeous, despite the ruined make up which, after all, only feeds Lucifer’s ego here. Lucifer is quite certain that he looks pretty similar too, especially that Alastor made sure to mark his territory all over his face and neck, leaving red traces in generous numbers. He’s not the only one who’s possessive in this relationship, though.
Lucifer’s eyes shine with a wicked glint as he finally leaves Al’s body but before the demon manages to realize what is happening, something gets pushed inside him instead, keeping him open and not letting anything drip out from him.
“I am not done with you tonight, my pretty lark,” Lucifer’s face gets illuminated by the subtle Hellfire that ignites in between his grown out horns, making Al freeze below him. His demonic form never stops working on him, despite how ridiculous he looks with his whole face covered in red kiss marks. “Gotta make sure that you never forget that what’s in the past, remains in the past and it’s you who’s my present and hopefully my future,” he grins widely, spreading his large wings and leaning in closer again. “You have given me the truly greatest show, love…,” he purrs, trailing the tips of his fingers up his spine and making Al arch his back subtly off the mattress. “Let me repay you in the similar manner, will you…?” He observes the way Al finally relaxes beneath him as his lips widen in a lazy smile. “Let me be that guy what takes his time…,” he whispers, mentioning the song from before, fully ready to be slow and appreciative of such a gorgeous lover he has beneath himself, taking him apart for the rest of the night just to take him higher than the clouds and hear him beg in that sweet voice of his.
“This is quite a lot you ask here for,” Al murmurs, getting easily back into the role and letting their game continue, his mind at peace again now that he’s been assured so heatedly that he doesn’t have to worry about anyone with the immaculate, hourglass figure and impossibly long hair. No names were spoken between them but both of them know well that it wasn’t really the performing demon back at Ozzie’s who still feeds from time to time Al’s insecurities in their relationship. The very first serious one at that, with feelings involved, no matter how much he still doesn’t want to admit that aloud. Lucifer is genuine here, though and Alastor has long started trusting him explicitly, even if it might be foolish to put so much faith in one King of Hell, the real deal, despite all the things he used to think him be (or not be) when they first met.
“I’ll cherish it with everything I have…,” the Devil whispers, making himself comfortable in between Al’s legs and placing a small kiss at the side of his knee, his whole posture so full of sinful promises to fill the night.
“Would a stranger really say that…? Care this much?” Al asks a little breathlessly, feeling his heart flutter in his chest beyond any control.
“Then perhaps we should get to know each other a tiny bit better, love…,” Lucifer whispers into his skin, kissing up his front, leaving a lingering sensation behind everywhere he touches. Alastor chuckles lightly when he nuzzles his neck, his soft hair tickling him lightly.
“Take off the rest of your clothes then, my dear. I think I deserve that much,” Alastor shamelessly ogles him as he rips the remains of his shirt off of his shoulders and kicks off his pants, letting him see everything without any hesitation, the body sculptured so perfectly that it’s clear that Lucifer has never been human, unblemished and so painfully beautiful, despite the significant height difference between them that used to (and still does occasionally) amuse Al so much. However, he can’t complain about this fact much anymore because where Lucifer lacks in height, he certainly doesn’t in size and skill as Alastor is reminded time and time again when they end up in bed together.
He raises up on his elbows a bit, tilting his head to the side and placing one of his long legs over Lucifer’s shoulder suggestively in an inviting gesture.
“Don’t make me wait here then, pretty stranger, I don’t have the whole night—“ he gasps loudly when Lucifer suddenly surges forward, nearly bending him in half, using the insane flexibility of Al’s body with some real pleasure.
“Make an exception for me…?” He asks in a rumbling voice, making the walls of their bedroom shudder at its force and giving Al some real goosebumps, only feeding his excitement.
He inches a tiny bit closer so that their lips nearly brush when he opens them again to whisper a few single words which ignite the Hellfire in between Lucifer’s horns again.
“Work for it,” he breathes out, laughing into their kiss when Lucifer silences his cheeky mouth, covering it with his, and all that’s left for him to do is bury his hands into the soft, blond hair and spiral down the path of arousal again, accordingly to his own dare. He should have known, though, by now that Lucifer never steps down from any challenge thrown his way, especially when it comes from Alastor. It’s not that he really complains either, getting exactly what he has asked for and much more, forgetting all about his worries and insecurities when the proof of Lucifer’s affection and desire for him remains hard, right in between his thighs for many hours yet to come.
Perhaps such ideas to spice up their intimate acts every once in a while aren’t that bad if they leave them both satisfied and happy. Perhaps Alastor will learn how to fully enjoy them with time too, having in mind that that’s all they’ll ever be, role plays, without Lucifer ever expecting him to actually embrace any of them for good. He will definitely make sure that the Devil won’t lose interest in him for a long time to come too. He still might have some cards up his sleeve, after all and he will use whatever it takes to keep in his grasp what’s most important to him and that’s currently the heart of the King of Hell.