Meraki

by Fabelyn

Summary:

(Standalone short fic, but can be read as the smut continuation to Theoxenia)

Ch1: After far too long, Lucifer finally has Alastor in his—their—bed, and for more than just sleeping. And then finds that maybe they should have discussed some basics first…

They work it out. Avidly.

Ch2: They switch and continue to explore each other and new options.

ch3: Back to bottom!Alastor. Alastor makes a suggestion and gets more than he bargained for. Not that he's complaining. And they finish it off with some spitroasted venison.

Notes:

Meraki: Greek. To do something with soul, creativity, or love.

Chapter 1

Lucifer’s mind goes through a mental checklist.

All guests are gone, leaving them completely alone in his palace? Check.

Even Charlie is gone? Check. Though that had taken a while; it’s hard for Lucifer to ask Charlie to leave.

Room locked tighter than a safe from any intrusion or noise? Check.

Willing, murderous deer?

“Well, are you going to do nothing but stare?” Alastor asks, half lying on the bed in a position he knows makes him look extra enticing. His clothes have even been loosened at the top, so that a hint of his chest can be seen.

That sounds like a resounding ‘check’, thank fuck.

“The sight is just so divine, I can’t help it. I can do this all day.” Lucifer replies quickly. It’s easy to lay the compliments thickly when they’re true.

Alastor’s smile widens, but he pretends to sniff contemptuously. “Well now! If that is enough to satisfy you…” He shifts, and his clothing covers his chest again. “I guess there’s no need to go further.”

“Nonono!” Lucifer backpedals immediately. “I mean! I could stare at you all day, but I very much want to do more, too! Please? I need you…”

Alastor pretends to examine his nails, but by now Lucifer can tell by the twitch in his ears that the begging pleased him.

“I suppose I can hardly refuse my new husband on our wedding night…” Alastor says with a sigh as if granting a mighty concession.

Lucifer doesn’t even care. His brain fried at ‘husband’. Thankfully his body takes over and pounces, fervently kissing Alastor into the pillows.

Alastor laughs into the kiss, but reciprocates, even pulling Lucifer closer.

Lucifer could do this all day, but his cock—excited at the prospect of finally getting some action—is already making itself known.

He can’t even blame anyone but himself for how long it took to get here: it was his own reluctance to get intimate when his daughter was right there that pushed it this far. Sure, he could have just sound proofed the room and all…but he wanted more than just a quick night with Alastor, and how was he going to explain both of them not leaving the room for a few days?

The uncomfortable press of his cock between them forces Lucifer back from his musings—and just in time; if Alastor catches wind that Lucifer’s head is anywhere else that’s not him while making out…forget the doghouse, he’ll be sleeping in the cat litter box.

Lucifer shifts so that he’s not pressed as firmly into Alastor. With that, he’s able to place a hand between them, and have it go down and reach underneath Alastor’s clothes until it finds his cock—

It’s soft.

“I told you not to expect it,” Alastor says lightly, in a tone that Lucifer—if he was suicidal—would dare call nervous. “My body doesn’t react like others, but it doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying this.”

Oh, you make it very clear when you don’t like something, don’t worry. “I remember. But, well, things will be a little harder with it like this, so let’s try a bit, okay?” Lucifer tries to keep his tone genial and not at all comforting. Alastor doesn’t do comfort when it’s aimed at himself.

“Why?” Alastor demands. “It’s not like you need it for the next part—”

What?

“—As long as yours is hard, that’s all we need.”

…Ah.

Ah??

Lucifer is so surprised he nearly jerks away as his brain finally understands what’s going on.

Shit. They never really sat down to talk about the finer print. Given Alastor’s prior lack of interest in sex as a whole, the most they had talked about was Lucifer asking again and again if Alastor totally wanted to do this and wasn’t just going along because he felt it was necessary to keep Lucifer’s interest. Positions and kinks had never been brought up.

Lucifer had assumed they’d go into kinks if he could succeed in getting Alastor to enjoy the basics. And as for positions…in between Alastor’s lack of any prior experience, as well as his constant need to feel on top of things…Lucifer had simply assumed that he’d want to be the one on top in bed, too. He’d also always thought that he might, eventually, coach Alastor into trying out the reverse, but that it'd take a while.

“Lucifer?” Alastor asks with that dangerous edge that tells Lucifer he’s gone off for too long and is now on thin ice.

“I thought you’d be the one fucking me,” Lucifer explains.

Alastor blinks as if the notion was completely foreign to him before this. “I admit,” he says slowly, “the way you talked about your previous sexual conquests, I assumed that you prefer the other position.”

“Oh, well, with randos I barely know? Yeah, I usually went with topping. But this is obviously different.” Alastor’s face clears up a bit, thankfully. “And besides you’re—” is it dangerous to call him a virgin? Well, it’s not the time to find out. “—not experienced. Because you didn’t want to be, of course! And I do know more about sex, so it makes sense that we would start with me bottoming.”

Alastor raises an eyebrow, looking less than enthused with the explanation. He crosses his arms, but even so he still looks too good; lying there, lips still slightly swollen from all the kissing, clothing and hair in disarray—

Focus!

“That seems extremely foolish,” Alastor says. “Why are you choosing a position neither of us is experienced with?”

I also didn't want to hurt your delicate sensibilities or scare you off the whole thing…but you’ll turn me into mincemeat if I say that.

“It’s more logical to go with what you know best,” Alastor continues, “and I’ll learn and use that on you at a later time, if switching interests you.”

It does more than just interest me. Before Lucifer can think of something he can say, Alastor’s eyes narrow dangerously.

“...You do realize, do you not, that if you don’t want to fuck me, you can just say so.”

“Excuse me? Do you have any idea of how much I’ve dreamed of fucking you??” Lucifer’s tongue says before his brain can filter out the words.

Thankfully it seems to be the right call, because Alastor visibly relaxes again. “I don’t believe you. I require a demonstration.”

Oh fuck.

“And if you don’t hurry up with it…” Alastor’s voice has that purr to it that makes all Lucifer’s thoughts migrate from his head to his groin. “I might start taking matters into my own hands. Holding you still with my tendrils while I ride you.”

…

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Lucifer hears himself say, practically begging for more threats.

“...Oh?”

Alastor’s hands are suddenly on Lucifer’s hips, and he can feel the familiar sensation of tendrils wrapping around his upper arm.

“Next time,” Lucifer says wistfully, but still still decisively shirks away from the tendrils. “Right now, I want to take care of you.”

That last part came out dangerously soft, but Alastor decided to not argue for once, simply putting away his tendrils again and wiggling an eyebrow, clearly waiting for Lucifer’s move.

Right. There’s been enough chatting. Lucifer leans down and captures Alastor’s lips again while pawing at his clothing.

Alastor abruptly pulls away from the kiss. “Don’t you dare rip my clothes,” he cries indignantly.

“They need to come off!”

“So remove them with a flick of your fingers like you always do.”

“But unwrapping the gift is part of the fun!”

Alastor gives him a look…and his legs come up to wrap around Lucifer as his hands are back on his hips. And then Alastor is pulling Lucifer sideways and down into the bed.

Sure, Lucifer can easily make himself unmovable, given the difference in their strength. But he sure as fuck has no issue with being pushed into the bed by Alastor. He’s finding out he very much wants to be, in fact.

But musings will have to wait, right now he has the sight of Alastor straddling his torso to drink up.

Still, Lucifer is finding out he really does want to take the lead here, so as enticing as this is, he has to put a stop to—

Ooh, Alastor is slowly shimming out of his clothing. Oh yeah, Lucifer isn’t going to do anything but watch.

The way Alastor shifts sensually as he moves, to how he knows to put on a show slowly revealing his body…for someone that eschewed anything sexual, Alastor sure oozes it when he wants to.

There’s fire in Alastor’s half lidded eyes as he stares down at Lucifer, but also smugness. And Lucifer is fine with that; he’s mesmerized and wants Alastor to know.

Alastor momentarily lifts himself off—to a pathetic whine from Lucifer—and when he sits back down again, Lucifer uses the chance to grab at his hips and guide him to sit further back, right over Lucifer’s rock hard cock.

Alastor chuckles and grinds down in a way that has Lucifer throwing his head back and groaning.

“Well now! You seem eager enough like this. I take it you do want to go with my suggestions after—”

Oh, nonono. Lucifer doesn’t even wait for him to finish; hands tightening around Alastor’s waist and inverting their positions again, pushing Alastor into the bed with a lot more strength and speed than Alastor had done to him.

Alastor seems momentarily dazed as his head hits the pillow, but it morphs into a frown when Lucifer removes his own clothes with a click of his fingers.

“What about my unwrapping?” Alastor demands.

“You’re my gift here, no debates,” Lucifer says.

“Well, I do find that pretty deba—ah!”

Oh, that last little gasp is music to Lucifer. To think a kiss on Alastor’s clavicle was the key to shutting him up in the best way possible.

He kisses it again, harder this time, and gives it a nip.

Alastor lets out another gasp, and one of his hands seems to flounder for a moment before grasping at Lucifer’s head.

Delighted, Lucifer continues to explore, kissing every inch of his neck area.

Alastor’s reactions seem to decrease to goosebumps, and his Adam's apple bob erratically. Maybe Lucifer should be happy with this much, but he’s become greedy, so he ups the ante by latching on to the spot where neck meets shoulder and sucks hard.

There’s a sound awfully similar to a high pitched bleat, and suddenly the hand on his hair is pulling with almost painful force.

“What are you doing??”

Lucifer lifts his head enough to look at Alastor’s delectably flushed and ruffled face and smiles.

“You do know what a hickey is, right?” he says, tone dripping with fake innocence.

“Of course I do! Did you just mark me like an—”

“Yeah, I marked what’s mine, so what?” Lucifer says, timbre going lower by accident.

And…hmm? Was he imagining things, or had Alastor’s cock just twitched between them?

“...You…!” For once in his life, Alastor seems lost for words.

Lucifer’s grin widens. “Oh, don’t worry,” he says genially. “With how long I plan to keep you to myself, tonight’s marks will have disappeared.”

Oh my, another twitch. It turns out words can coach a reaction from Alastor’s cock. Lucifer tries grinding against it just in case, and when that does nothing, easily accepts his next steps.

“And maybe…” Lucifer continues, pausing in between words to kiss and suck some more, “you’ll have time by then to convince me not to mark you again. But… I have to tell you… you’ll have your work cut out…trying to change my…mind.”

Alastor opens his mouth as if to speak, but then quickly puts his free hand over his mouth to muffle whatever might try to come out.

“Oh, no, we can’t have that, can we?” Lucifer chides, and pries the hand off. Alastor’s other hand leaves his hair—a pity—but Lucifer captures that, too. “Don’t, I want to hear every sound to the fullest.”

“You ridiculous upstart—”

Lucifer takes the silly insult as a badge of pride, but doesn’t relent. Instead he brings both hands above Alastor’s head, places the wrists together and ties them up with his tail.

Alastor cries out in affront.

“How dare you! Unhand me this instant!”

Lucifer pauses and observes; Alastor is squirming, but his words sound less angry and more whiny and, more importantly, even if Lucifer is far more powerful than he is, Alastor can still pack a punch when he wants to.

And yet, right now Alastor isn’t actually exerting any force at all to try and free himself…

Even so, Lucifer reluctantly lets go, though Alastor’s expression—almost bereft—as he does so nearly makes him go back.

But no; this is all too new for Alastor, and Lucifer doesn’t want to risk going too far on the very first time. Really, he wouldn’t even have gone as far as actual sex tonight—unless he was the one getting fucked—if Alastor hadn’t been so insistent.

“Try covering your mouth again, and the hands go back up,” Lucifer settles for warning, and for a second a look flashes through Alastor’s eyes that makes him think Alastor is about to purposely cover his mouth again.

But then the moment passes, and Alastor grabs Lucifer’s tail instead. “I will be keeping this,” he says, and tugs, making Lucifer moan.

“You know,” Alastor says, pretending to be in thought while tapping the tip of Lucifer’s tail to his lips as if it were a finger. “Maybe this will be easier if I have some wings to hold…”

Lucifer’s wings nearly spring out on command, but he holds back. “No can do, not this time.”

“There’s quite a few things you keep saying no to now, meanwhile I don’t see you doing anything of note.”

“That’s not what it sounded like~”

“Why not the wings?”

Disguising his laughter as a huff, Lucifer ducks his head and goes back to focusing on Alastor’s body.

“Because~” he says sing song, never letting his lips leave the skin, and kissing in between words, “then I wouldn’t be able to focus on this lovely body I have in front of me, and we can’t have that, can we?”

“You’re focusing on it too much!”

“Nonsense! I’m not giving your body even half the idolatry it deserves! Why, I could…” his words start coming out more slowly as his kisses and biting deepen, “do this…all night long!”

Lucifer slowly starts making his way down. He spends some time on Alastor’s nipples, but when that doesn’t yield better results, he doesn’t dwell on them.

“The member…that has insistently been pressing into my leg for a while now, begs to differ,” Alastor says with difficulty, and Lucifer catches how high pitched some words sounded.

“It’ll survive. Or maybe the sight of you alone will make me come undone. Why don’t we test it out? Such a perfect body, all mine, just mine…”

Alastor squirms and his cock—now pressed just below Lucifer’s neck as he lavishes attention on Alastor’s navel—jumps to attention again.

“See? You like the thought of that.”

“I…”

“And why wouldn’t you? All you have to do is lie there while I adore every inch of you. I’ll give you all the attention you deserve.”

“Lucifer!”

“That sounded like an order to continue, and I’m more than willing to oblige my dearest spouse~”

A hand reaches and pulls at his hair again, but that doesn’t deter Lucifer from grazing his teeth along the sharp edges of Alastor’s hips.

“Oh, and I can’t forget to mark you,” Lucifer says, biting, then waiting until the delightful sounds of Alastor trying to muffle his reaction is done before continuing. “I want you to look at yourself in the mirror tomorrow and see the proof that I’ve claimed every part of you as mine…”

To think he’d be able to say all this and not get rebuffed by Alastor. That alone already makes heat pool in his stomach.

“Fuck,” Alastor swears through gritted teeth.

“Look at this, it seems even this part agrees,” Lucifer says, shifting so that his face presses against Alastor’s now hard cock.

“...Lucifer, stop stalling or—”

“C’mon now, are you telling me you don’t want to see me on my knees, choking on your cock?” Lucifer’s long tongue comes out and circles around the shaft suggestively.

He’d expected that to send Alastor over the edge again, but surprisingly Alastor half sits up instead, and nudges Lucifer’s head away.

“To quote you,” Alastor says, surprisingly calm, “‘Another time’. Right now what I want is you inside me.”

…

Fuck.

“Ha! So you do want it, despite the delays,” Alastor says smugly.

Lucifer blinks in confusion, then realizes his eyes had turned red and his tail is wagging excitedly.

“Of course I want it,” Lucifer says hoarsely, forcing his eyes back to normal.

“Then get to it.”

Lucifer inwardly sighs; he was planning to take the first night slow, so as not to overwhelm Alastor or go past what he’s comfortable with…

…But he forgot he was dealing with Alastor.

Well, it’s not like Lucifer can actually grumble about this; he’s been dreaming about this for months, and his cock has been uncomfortably hard since nearly the beginning, so he’s sure as fuck not going to complain about speedrunning some steps.

“Next time then,” Lucifer says, kissing Alastor’s thighs before using his hands to spread them apart.

Satisfied that he’s getting his way, Alastor settles back down again.

One of the many, many perks of neither of them being human is that they can skip a few preparation steps. But just in case, Lucifer flicks his wrist, and his fingers become coated in oil.

“Alright, first we need to—”

The spread legs rise and close around Lucifer’s neck, as Alastor apparently tries to choke him with his thighs.

“Lucifer, hurry up or so help me—”

Lucifer recovers from the discovery of a new kink and inwardly rolls his eyes. Of course he had to get himself the one virgin that doesn’t like to take things slow and carefully.

“Look,” he says, not doing anything to stop the legs trying to crush his windpipe, “didn’t you say this was better so you could watch and learn what to do to me? How are you going to do that if we rush this?”

“...Fine.” The legs woefully leave him and go back down.

That…worked so easily? Really? Lucifer blinks, the notion of Alastor sincerely wanting to learn how to do this well on him spreading a warmth over his heart—

And then he pays attention to the sight of Alastor on his bed, naked and spread wide, waiting for him, and the warmth increases but drops to his groin again.

He opens his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. Instead he caresses Alastor’s thighs, kissing the inside of one then spreading them a bit further apart before finally going back to his ass.

He circles the ring of muscle with his slick fingers for a moment, before putting just the tip of one inside and pausing. When Alastor does only an instinctual jolt but doesn’t tense up, Lucifer adds another and moves deeper, talking as he works. Look at who’s going a little fast now. “Sure we won’t get hurt like humans would, but it’s still better to have a generous spread of oil to make it good and slick. And at the same time using your fingers to spread it and make it wider is also important. If it’s too tight it feels too uncomfortable to be any good.”

“Hm,” Alastor seems like he’s genuinely paying attention. However, while he doesn’t look nervous—which is great!—he looks extremely bored as he watches Lucifer’s fingers scissor him open. Really, Lucifer should be glad Alastor hasn’t tensed up at the intrusion, and that Lucifer doesn’t need to soothe or explain that Alastor needs to loosen his body for this…

But something about the boredom rubs Lucifer’s ego the wrong way.

Fuck, let’s see if you can look unaffected with this.

“And of course, you should also use this moment to make sure you know where the most important part is! Oh look, I think I found it…”

He pauses once again. Alastor shifts in annoyance.

“What are you—”

Timing it on purpose to interrupt Alastor’s complaint, Lucifer’s finger presses against the bundle of nerves, stroking it.

The reaction is exactly as he’d hoped: Alastor chokes on his own words and jolts. Lucifer, expecting it, holds him in place with a stern grip on his waist, and drinks in the sight of Alastor arching to the point that his back is momentarily no longer lying on the sheets.

“Got that?” Lucifer asks innocently. “Definitely look for and be gentle to this place.” He rolls his finger over it again, and Alastor’s legs once again rise up as if to close himself off.

“....Fuck…Lucifer…”

As perfect as the sight of Alastor like this is, Lucifer nonetheless removes his hand entirely, not wanting Alastor to get off so soon.

He grabs Alastor’s legs and hoists them over his shoulders, settling into place.

Finally grabbing his own long ignored cock, Lucifer guides it carefully to Alastor’s ass.

“Okay,” he says reassuringly, “I’m going to put it in slowly…”

And as hard as it is to keep that promise when everything in him wants to be balls deep inside—has wanted that for ages—Lucifer controls himself and puts just the tip in, his cock leaking desperately.

“What? Fuck that!” Alastor says, and Lucifer looks up to chide him for his impatience—

Alastor anchors his heels on Lucifer’s back, and uses that and his elbows as leverage to move, pushing himself onto Lucifer’s cock.

“Hnng.”

“Fuck!”

Lucifer’s vision goes white for a moment, overwhelmed by the sudden tight heat enveloping him. When he recovers, he finds himself draped over Alastor—and Alastor…

Oh. His eyes are scrunched close, mouth half agape.

Shit! Oh, the fool—

Lucifer scrambles to pull himself out despite all his instincts begging for the opposite, but before he’s fully out, Alastor’s eyes snap open.

“Don’t you dare,” he snarls, feet crossing on Lucifer’s back to push him back down as Alastor’s hands grab at his back.

“Are you okay?” Lucifer asks worriedly.

Alastor looks at him with burning eyes. “I was more than that, and then you dared attempt to leave.”

Oh fuck. Oh fucking damn it.

“I was only going to start moving!” Lucifer lies and pushes back in. Totally to prove it and not because his self control is quickly fraying.

And then all thoughts are gone, as the slide in leaves both of them breathless.

Lucifer sets a rhythm as he thrusts into Alastor. He moans and fights off the desire to shove his head into Alastor’s chess fluff; preferring to watch Alastor’s face instead.

What a vision it is; so flushed, so flustered, and with little gasps and mewls escaping as Alastor fails to keep his teeth gritted.

His eyes catch Lucifer’s, and he turns his face away, one hand trying to cover his mouth while another tries to push Lucifer’s in the opposite direction.

“Don’t look at me!”

Normally Lucifer would refuse the order, and tell him exactly what he thinks of his face. But instead…Lucifer has a wicked little thought. One that he would never have dared to have otherwise, if Alastor hadn’t shirked away from all his attempts to be soft and gentle…

“Weeeell,” Lucifer drawls out, never stopping his steady pace. “If that’s what you want, maybe this position will suit you more?”

He doesn’t explain further. Doesn’t even pause to let Alastor soak in his words or catch his breath or ask.

Instead, he pulls fully out and—before Alastor can realize what he’s done and start complaining—grabs both of Alastor’s legs, and flips him over onto his stomach.

There’s a bleat of surprise that immediately turns into indignation.

“What do you think you’re—”

Interrupting Alastor has become Lucifer’s new favorite pastime. Even as Alastor had begun to speak, Lucifer had already been pulling his ass up by the waist and, in one fluid motion, pushed himself back in.

It takes all of his will to not black out, but Lucifer forces himself to focus on Alastor’s reaction and oh, it’s everything he’d hoped and more.

Alastor gasps, eyes actually rolling backward and his hands grip the bed tightly enough to shred it to ribbons.

Cheating a bit, Lucifer manipulates his size so that while still seated to the hilt, he’s tall enough that he can lean down and his lips reach Alastor’s ears.

“Well?” he whispers, tone a timbre lower. “Shall we do it like this instead?” he sways his hips, cock dragging slowly inside, earning a whine from Alastor, whose face is hidden, shoved into the pillow. “Or are you going to behave and let me see your face?”

He doesn’t expect begging from Alastor. Ever. But Lucifer’s brain—the little of it still capable of thought right now—thinks Alastor will demand he go back to the previous position immediately, or else.

Instead, Alastor moves so that one side of his face is visible, but he adamantly doesn’t look Lucifer in the eye.

“...Like this,” he says, so quietly Lucifer nearly doesn’t hear it.

“...!” But hear he does, and…there goes the last shreds of his self control and reasoning.

He sits back up, hands firmly holding Alastor’s hips in place and begins fucking him anew. Gone is the soft and slow pace he’d been going for, and instead he fucks Alastor with all the need he’d been holding back from until now.

Still, Lucifer makes sure to hit just the right spot as he thrusts in, and even muffled he can hear the incoherent sounds coming from Alastor. And hits it again, and again—

“Ah…I…Stop.”

Lucifer freezes in place immediately, his head already descending from the clouds it had been in and getting murky with worry.

Shit, did I go too fast?

“What is it?” he asks quickly, trying to decide if he should pull out or keep still.

Alastor says something too muffled to hear, so Lucifer leans down again—careful to not move his lower region as he does.

“Alastor?”

Alastor shuffles so once again he’s half facing Lucifer. “...Don’t do that.”

“I won’t! Err, do what?”

“That place. Fuck me without hitting it.”

Lucifer blinks slowly, trying to understand it.

“I…can promise not to aim for it, but sometimes it’ll still get brushed, is that okay?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I can do that. But…why?”

Lucifer prides himself in being very open headed about all manners of kinks and choices, but he can’t wrap his mind around someone asking to not get their prostate hit when fucked.

Alastor huffs and eyes him as if Lucifer is the silly one here. “Because if I wanted that sensation, I could just use my tendrils and shadow to fuck myself—”

“Can I watch?” Lucifer begs mindlessly. Alastor’s arm comes up and slaps him hard in the back. “Ow! Okay, I deserved that.” Now slap me a little lower. Argh, damn it, focus! “Uh, go on!”

“As I was trying to say…” Alastor’s tone is snotty, and his attitude is comically out of place while Lucifer is balls deep inside him and fucking him into the mattress. He’d slap Alastor’s ass, if he wasn’t so sure he’d lose his hand. “I’m not interested in that sensation. Certainly, it’s good to have a taste so I can give you what you want later, but right now it’s in the way.”

“Of?”

“...You are slower than usual right now.”

“Excuse me? First of all, you’re being more cryptic than usual. Secondly, of course I’m slower, you think I’m capable of thought when I have you here like this? It’s normal for me to not be my usual sharp self—”

“Your usual self isn’t sharp.”

Oh, fuck this brat. Forgoing all sense of self preservation, Lucifer slaps him on the ass.

“...!” Alastor shoves his face into the pillow again, and his whole body shivers.

Lucifer waits for him to turn back and snapping at him.

But that never comes, instead Alastor continues to speak, voice muffled as he continues to face the pillow.

“...It’s distracting me,” he says, voice shaky. And at no point does he try to get his ass away from Lucifer’s hand…

Lucifer’s slow brain chugs along, and a sudden suspicion about Alastor’s inclinations in bed are starting to form…

But right now, he needs to focus on what Alastor is saying, so he files that for later and concentrates.

And doesn’t regret it.

“I want to feel you, not that. So just take me as you see fit and cease worrying about other things.”

…

“Lucifer?”

Lucifer can’t muster words just yet, so he gurgles out a sound as an answer.

Another huff from Alastor. “Lucifer, did you even hear me?”

Words. He needs to form words. “You can’t…say that to me and expect me to stay coherent.”

“Then don’t stay coherent and go back to fucking me.”

Boy, Lucifer has never received such a lovely demand before—

“Ah, but one more thing.”

Lucifer bites down a groan, now feeling impatient. “Yes?”

“You were too silent.”

“Oh! I can fix that…”

Lucifer glances down, to move their bodies back to a comfortable position to keep going.

Huh, he really had slapped Alastor’s ass too lightly; already there was no sign that he’d done it.

As he adjusts their positions, he places a hand over an ass cheek, wondering if he can risk another slap—and confirm his suspicions over Alastor’s potential kinks—or if he should—

Alastor’s tail flicks and slaps his hand.

…Alastor’s tail.

Lucifer had been so busy trying to hear and see Alastor’s reactions, that he had completely not grasped that his tail was right there for the taking.

“Lucifer…” Alastor’s voice comes in a very threatening tone at the delay.

This time, Lucifer doesn’t try to justify himself, instead answering by circling his hand against the base of Alastor’s tail.

Alastor yelps and tries to jerk away, but Lucifer holds him in place; one hand still on his hip, and his own tail now wrapping around the other leg for leverage.

“Don’t,” Alastor snarls, but Lucifer can hear the desperate stutter beneath it.

“Sorry, but I’m too incoherent to obey you!” Lucifer says and gleefully grabs onto the little puff of hair.

He doesn’t really do anything but hold it, but even so Alastor’s squeals deliciously and squeezes around him and oh, if Lucifer had any less experience he might have come right there and then.

But despite his words, Lucifer pauses for a second. Waiting to see if Alastor is really against it or just being an unrepentant minx.

To his delight, Alastor doesn’t say anything else; his upper body melting into the sheets again, while his hips cant up for a better angle, seemingly defeated without ever actually trying to fight it…

That’s it. Lucifer is done being slow and steady. Can’t, any longer.

“...You’re perfect and I love you,” is all the warning he gives Alastor, before pulling out everything but the tip, then thrusting back in until he’s sheathed to the hilt, his hand fisting the tail tightly and pulling.

The rest is a blur.

Lucifer thrusts with abandon; angling it how he wants and with the speed he feels like, putting all his pent up desire into every rough drag of his cock into Alastor’s tight insides.

He talks. Or tries to. He’s pretty sure he’s spewing nothing better than gibberish in between his moans.

“Fuck…fuck if I knew…ah…it was going to be like this…fuck…do you know how long I’ve been dreaming of this? Ah, so good, my Alastor. So…ah…so good for me. So beautiful. All mine. Forever…fuck…”

But Alastor isn’t complaining. Fuck, he’s the opposite of it; his body jerks and shakes and his knees tremble but he keeps his ass up even as he mewls repeatedly into the pillow and rips the sheets into smithereens with his claws. His tight ass spasms around Lucifer’s cock but takes it all in again and again as if made for him, and only him.

Lucifer can feel a pressure building that tells him that he’s close—really, it’s a miracle he’s lasted as long as he has—and slows down before stopping.

“Alastor, Alastor I’m so close, I need…”

Alastor turns back to look at him, panting slightly.

“Then take what you need, Lucifer.”

Fuck, he’s nearly undone with just that.

Biting hard enough to taste his own ichor, Lucifer gives one last hard tug at the tail—and earns a raw howl from Alastor—before slipping out once again.

He’s clumsier in his now lightheadedness and desperation, but Alastor seems to know what he wants, and helps by flipping himself over and practically handing Lucifer his legs to upholster once more.

Lucifer wants to kiss him. Has to.

He leans down, needing to all but fold Alastor in two to reach his face in this position, but Alastor doesn't complain; instead his arms reach around Lucifer's back and claw at it, pulling him close faster.

They share a heated kiss before Alastor's hands gently pull Lucifer's head back so they can face each other.

Alastor looks wrecked, and more perfect than usual for it. But there's an intensity in his eyes and a silent demand Lucifer wouldn’t be able to ignore even if he wanted to.

He thrusts in again in short erratic bursts, wanting to declare his love one more time but all he manages is to repeat Alastor’s name urgently at the mounting pressure.

“Come for me, Lucifer,” he hears Alastor say breathlessly.

Lucifer does. Stars dance behind his eyelids before everything goes blank.

…

Lucifer comes down from his orgasm slowly, shivering as his senses return to him.

There’s warmth and a thundering heartbeat beneath, and Lucifer realizes he’s leaning on Alastor’s chest.

There’s a soft, caressing sensation over his wings—

Wings?

He focuses, and finds that he’d unwittingly taken them out, and now Alastor is gently skimming through them with his knuckles.

“Careful with that,” Lucifer says groggily, tongue feeling like there’s cotton stuffed into his mouth. And his brain. And his heart. “Unless you’re up for another round.”

“Hmm,” Alastor hums, as if actually reflecting on it, but finally eases up on them. “I think I’d…like to have some time to memorize how beautiful you looked at the end.” His voice sounds a little hoarse.

Lucifer flushes. “No need to memorize, we can just just do it enough times you’ll get tired of it.” He flinches at his own words and hastily hides his wings again: no, he doesn’t want to goad Alastor into going at it again this soon.

Not that he can’t handle it; he has enough stamina—and enough motivation with Alastor here—to keep going a few days nonstop, but he does want to soak in the moment. That, and Lucifer needs to try and piece back his self control; no matter how Alastor may act, this is still new territory for him. Even worse; because of how he acts, Lucifer can’t trust him yet to admit if he can’t handle something.

And on that front… Lucifer props his head up so he can look at Alastor. “Hey, how are you? I mean,” Lucifer hastily amends, less the moment is ruined by Alastor thinking he’s being looked down on. “How was it for you? Since, you know, you were never interested in this stuff before…”

Alastor, now languidly caressing Lucifer’s back, closes his eyes and sighs wistfully.

“All that boasting about your sexual prowess wasn’t for naught, it seems.”

Lucifer suddenly wishes he had a human’s slow refractory period, as the compliment goes down to his groin and his cock twitches.

No, no this isn’t happening anytime soon, settle down.

“I find myself at a loss for words to describe my feelings,” Alastor admits, but looks peaceful despite admitting a ‘flaw’. “As such, the best I can do is…thank you.”

Oh. There’s a lump on Lucifer’s throat. “Please don’t thank me for giving me this.” He then tries to joke to make it light hearted again. “Saying ‘you’re welcome’ is more fitting.”

“Oh, you are most certainly welcome to do this again,” Alastor purrs.

Fuck. Wait, no, no fucking! Not yet!

Lucifer gives Alastor a look over; he does seem fine…at first. But he’s still breathing rapidly, his voice is clearly sore and his eyes have a misty layer to them, as if he hasn’t quite gotten down from an orgasm of his own…

He might act like he’s fine and ready to go, but he clearly needs the downtime. Not that Lucifer will ever risk telling him that.

Wanting to change topics, Lucifer begrudgingly lifts himself more and slowly shimmies out of Alastor. They both hiss as he pulls out, despite his now soft—and please, remain soft—cock.

That done, and now that his head is much clearer, Lucifer glances over at the rest of Alastor and realizes he’s not the one with a soft cock; Alastor’s own is no longer hard.

It could be that it had simply deflated when things calmed down but…the sticky mess Lucifer is now noticing on both their stomach tells a different tale.

But, there was no way Alastor could have come without Lucifer noticing it, not with him turned to face Lucifer again at the end.

Unless…had he come after Lucifer did, or because of it? Even though Lucifer hadn’t touched him, hadn’t even hit his prostate?

Fuckfuckfuck, his cock is threatening to get up again at the prospect, so Lucifer files that thought for later—vowing to make sure to see Alastor come next time—and instead focusing on, with a wave of his hand, cleaning up both the mess on them and the one now leaking out of Alastor.

“Practical,” Alastor comments, as Lucifer crawls back to lying on top of him. “But a little too much so.”

“Hm?”

“I’m feeling rather empty and cold now…”

Lucifer groans. “Alastor, please, don’t say shit like this.”

“Your cock seems to like it.”

“My cock doesn’t make the decisions here.”

“Of course not! I do, it only has to follow them.”

Lucifer groans again and rolls off Alastor before things go any further, but still close enough that he can curl up around Alastor’s arm, with a leg thrown over Alastor’s stomach. He reaches out—initially to try and comb a bit of Alastor’s unkempt hair—but ends up stroking around his ears and antlers instead.

Alastor hums in approval, closing his eyes and shifting so that Lucifer has a better angle.

Relieved Alastor has relented, Lucifer feels himself start falling into post coital bliss.

“...Lucifer?”

“Yeah?”

“You said you have been dreaming of this for a while.”

Did he? Well, it sure sounds like something he’d say, since it’s absolutely true. “...Yeah?”

“Was it…good enough?” For the first time tonight, Alastor’s voice sounds insecure.

…Ah??

Lucifer’s eyes burst open to stare incredulously. Alastor still has his eyes closed, but Lucifer can tell his purposely doing it to avoid eye contact now.

“Alastor, what are you on about?”

Alastor opens his eyes, only to turn so that he’s now giving Lucifer his back.

“I’m just curious. After all, I’m aware of my lack of skills in this regard, not to mention you were the one doing most of the work tonight…”

“Fuck, Alastor.” Lucifer tries to get him to turn around again, but when Alastor stubbornly refuses, Lucifer decides instead to wrap his arms around his waist and spoon his back.

“Look, if skill was all that mattered, when we met I’d have been buried in whores.” Yikes that didn’t come out well. “Point is, I’ve had a lot of ‘experienced’ sex and it wasn’t even a tenth as fulfilling as just the part where I was kissing you was! Fuck, seriously, do you know how hard I’m trying to not get hard again already?”

Alastor’s shoulders relax, but his ears are still at half mast, so Lucifer keeps babbling.

“Fuck, who said you didn’t do much? And even if it’s true, did you see me complaining? I don’t need you to do much. You’re so good, do you know how many times I came close to coming just from looking at you? I would have lasted embarrassedly little if you had done more. And…” he pauses for dramatic effect.

It works. Alastor, clearly now back to his regular self, turns around with curiosity. “And?”

“And I’m starting to think maybe it was wrong of me to suggest locking us up here for a month. I think I’m going to need at least two.”

Alastor’s ensuing laughter is beautifully hoarse and unrestrained.

Too quickly it dies down, but Lucifer can hardly complain, when it’s followed by Alastor grabbing his head and kissing him.

“However,” Alastor says, voice dangerously low when they break apart. “I do think two months is far too long for you to not oversee your duties. So…perhaps…” as he speaks, Alastor’s hand trails further and further down Lucifer’s body, stopping at his waist. “We should get to it?”

…Fuck.

“Alastor—”

“Unless you were lying about how much you want me…” Alastor’s finger scrapes gently from his waist until it reaches just above Lucifer’s cock who, traitorously, is already half hard again. “Hm, it seems this part of you certainly does.”

His finger touches the underside of Lucifer’s cock.

“Get up for me, dear,” Alastor demands.

The results are obvious.

“My! How obedient it is! Now, I wonder about the rest of you…?”

Damn it. Lucifer’s head knows Alastor is trying to hide his moment of self doubt by making both of them too unable to even think. But Lucifer’s body doesn’t care.

He tells himself it's best to go along with it; if this is what Alastor wants, refusing for his sake isn’t going to help.

Lucifer sighs in defeat. “The command being?”

“Do what you want to me.”

“I hear and obey. I just hope you have no plans to walk anywhere tomorrow,” Lucifer warns, but is planning to start by introducing Alastor to frottage.

“Only in pursuit of you, if you dare attempt to leave.”

“...Fuck, I love you.”

“As do I, now show me.”

Notes:

Art for this chapter: by noangeluser. So! So many people asked for smut that I decided to try it. The worst that can happen is everyone feeling relieved I didn’t add it to Theoxenia lol Of course, the issue with writing smut related to the fic when it didn't have any, is now trying to not alienate any readers. To deal with all of that, I’ve made this separate, and I will be writing both options. So Chapter 2 will be bottom!Lucifer. Should be out around the same time next week. I do have some bottom!Alastor ideas that wouldn’t fit a chapter, so I guess depending on my will to write more and reception I might consider doing another one for him. Same for bottom!Lucifer. A certain part of this was inspired by my favorite art from De Bergerac. Not quite the same situation, but I did so love the headcanon that Alastor would rush things and end up, well.

Anyway, I hope this wasn’t too bad. More importantly, I hope I managed to portray Alastor in a way to remain in line with him being on the ace spectrum.

Chapter 2

Lucifer awakens first.

On one hand, this means he has to refrain from doing anything to Alastor until he’s also up, but on the other hand Lucifer can finally stare to his heart’s content.

To his luck, Alastor is asleep sideways, but facing Lucifer, so he gets the best view.

Lucifer’s eyes rake over every inch of hIs body, pleased at the lingering signs of his handiwork, pitying that, with their inhuman healing ability, any mark will be gone far too soon—and going lower and lower, until he reaches Alastor’s groin.

He curbs a sigh; he’d been maybe a little too single mindedly focused on exploring Alastor’s insides, and very much neglected Alastor’s cock.

Granted, it’s not that Lucifer is that selfish; it was only because Alastor himself seemed to have little interest in receiving attention there that led Lucifer to ignore it so much.

But now that he can look at it freely, Lucifer can't help but plot all the things he could do to that cock if Alastor’s interest is piqued.

And, more importantly, what that cock could be doing to him.

“You look positively famished.”

Lucifer blinks at the words, and looks up to find Alastor awake and scrutinizing his face.

Unsure if denying or admitting to it would be the right choice, Lucifer instead plays it safe…by planting a kiss on Alastor’s lips.

“Morning…or whatever time it is,” he greets, before going back in for more.

Alastor chuckles. “Attempting to change the subject, I see,” he mumbles, but then leans in, giving Lucifer better access to his mouth.

They shuffle to get closer as the kiss begins going from languid to heated, and Alastor’s leg ends up between Lucifer’s own.

Soon a problem arises. Pun intended.

With Lucifer’s thoughts earlier, and now the friction between them, Lucifer’s dick—now used to getting what it wants immediately instead of being constrained—is already half hard just by rubbing against Alastor’s leg.

Alastor again chuckles around Lucifer’s lips. “You are truly insatiable.”

“It’s because you’re just too enticing,” Lucifer retorts, but shifts so that his lower region is no longer touching Alastor. “But ignore it.”

“Shouldn’t I take responsibility for your current predicament?”

“You should do what you want.”

“I want you,” Alastor says placidly, tugging at Lucifer’s heartstrings. And groin.

“So, do you want to do me?” He says instead, and winks.

Instead of a witty reply, Alastor looks pensive.

“Only if you want!” Lucifer explains quickly, trying to curb his excitement. “I think by now I’ve made it clear I am more than happy being the one on top.”

“Yes, you’ve certainly made that abundantly clear,” Alastor says dryly, and Lucifer bites the inside of his cheeks over the completely unfair accusation in his tone. Really, if Lucifer has done a lot, it’s only because Alastor not only made his interest crystal clear, but outright demanded more of him when Lucifer tried to slow down or even stop for Alastor’s sake.

“And I must admit,” Alastor continues, “too much so, perhaps.”

“Hm?”

“You did promise to make me unable to walk and, after the last round, it seems you’re well on your way to succeeding.”

“Oh, shit, are you hurting??”

Alastor reaches out and pinches his cheek none too gently.

“Hurting is a far exaggeration,” Alastor says, or better yet, his ego does. “But I am beginning to feel some discomfort.”

Knowing Alastor, he’d started feeling like that two rounds ago, but there’s no point in asking why he didn’t say something sooner. Lucifer knows why.

“That’s normal,” Lucifer says, trying to say something reassuring without sounding like he’s being reassuring. “Even I would be limping by now, if I were in your shoes.”

“And that brings us back to the crux of the matter: do you want to be, as you put it, in my shoes?”

Yes. Unable to walk and all. “I want anything and everything you’re willing to give me.”

Alastor moves to try and initiate more kissing, but for once Lucifer gently rebuffs him, as what he needs to say next is important. “The question is if you want this. It’s pretty common to be inclined to only one specific position, so I’m not going to feel bad if you tell me you only want to bottom.”

“As far as I can tell, my position of choice is ‘with you’.”

Argh, hearing that is making Lucifer mushy again, which is counterinductive to sex. He gives Alastor a peck on the lips before springing up and crawling down, towards Alastor’s legs.

“Ah,” Alastor says, half sitting up to watch Lucifer better. “I’d remind you that getting me hard isn’t simple, but you’ve clearly shown you have that handled.”

“Absolutely,” Lucifer says proudly. Yeah, Alastor’s cock—like the rest of him—is complex to work with, but by now Lucifer had figured out a few ways to get him going.

He stands up off the bed, and grabs Alastor by the ankles, only to pause.

Even just lying there, Alastor is something. Even more so like this; still looking so debauched from a few hours ago. Marked in every corner Lucifer could find inbetween fucking him endlessly. Bruises from Lucifer sucking him hard, bite marks and now even bruises from where Lucifer had grabbed too strongly. But there was still so much skin to cover. And that hair; tousled but not nearly enough. Lucifer hadn’t tried grabbing it while fucking Alastor yet, how would that go…

“If you’re changing your mind,” he hears Alastor say with amusement, “I’m more than happy to oblige.”

Lucifer glances at him. Alastor has the smug expression he always wears when he sees how keenly Lucifer wants him.

He likely means it. And with enough oil and a slower pace, Lucifer could make it work without harming him. Not to mention all the other ways he can still technically fuck him without penetration.

But—

“No,” Lucifer says without hesitation. “This isn’t just about your discomfort. I mean, there’s quite a few things we could do that would be plenty of fun without needing to—”

“Fuck me open with your cock? Thrust it in deep and then drag it as if attempting to brand my insides?”

Lucifer bites down but a whine still escapes his lips. “You’re doing this on purpose.”

“Of course.”

“Stop it!” Lucifer has half a mind to flip Alastor around and slap his ass for good measure…but there’s no way he’d be able to not end up fucking him if he did that. “Let me finish!”

“Don’t I always?”

Cheeky bastard. “Point is, I also want to try this.”

He doesn’t wait for another reply, instead grabbing Alastor’s ankles again and pulling him in until he’s sitting on the very edge of the bed in front of Lucifer.

Ah, with Alastor’s face so close again, Lucifer can’t help wanting to kiss him, but what if Alastor accuses him of stalling?

Thankfully it seems Alastor has a similar desire, because before Lucifer can come to a decision, Alastor pulls him in for a kiss.

Lucifer melts into it, his hands entwining with Alastor’s hair, as Alastor closes his legs around Lucifer’s waist, drawing him flush against his chest.

Lucifer humps needily against him, but when he feels Alastor’s cock not responding to his own fully erect one, he remembers what he needs to do.

Gently untangling them both—and noticing how Alastor almost didn’t allow it—Lucifer kisses Alastor on the cheek, then on the chin, and continues to slowly go down while kissing him again and again.

It’s difficult, seeing the skin he’s left unmarked and not staking his claim further, but Lucifer keeps it light; a feathery soft touch of his lips and nothing more. Alastor shivers, and Lucifer wonders if it's in anticipation, or lingering sensitivity.

He continues to descend, until his knees hit the floor and his mouth is over Alastor’s inner thigh.

Lucifer looks up, curious to see how the sight might affect Alastor.

Their eyes meet, and he hears Alastor draw in a breath and not let it out. His eyes look slightly misty as a hand reaches out and combs through the top of Lucifer’s head.

Lucifer patiently waits for what will no doubt be Alastor saying something like ‘you look good on your knees.’

Except Alastor, as usual, likes to surprise him.

“Ah,” Alastor sighs wistfully, “I think I should be the one on my knees in front of you.”

Fuck. Lucifer doesn’t even have a cock in his mouth, yet he’s already choking.

But he refuses to let Alastor take the reins, or make this part about Lucifer.

“Liar,” Lucifer says, nuzzling the space between Alastor’s groin and thigh. “You like that I’m on my knees for you. That I did it by choice without you having to say anything.”

Alastor’s cock twitches.

Ha, got you! Lucifer thinks smugly. Whereas others could get erect easily at the mere touch, Alastor seems to require emotional incentive to react. Words and gestures were more effective than any handjob.

“I…both can be true…” Alastor says, voice trembling and failing as Lucifer nips the skin in front of him.

“You must be so proud of yourself right now,” Lucifer goes on, kissing, licking, sucking and biting every part around Alastor’s groin, except his cock. “So many have to kneel to me, but you’re the only one that gets me on my knees. The only one I would beg for the chance to grovel at your feet…”

The hand on his hair spasms and pulls with force enough to harm. But to Lucifer, it only makes his scalp tingle in a delirious way, sensing how easily he can impact Alastor.

The cock in front of him is now half hard, so Lucifer finally gives it attention. But not by putting it in his mouth. No, instead he kisses the tip then proceeds to nuzzle the base while softly touching Alastor’s balls.

“I love how fuzzy they are. I could spend all day just feeling them up like this. I wonder if they’ll feel good inside my mouth? What do you think? Or do you prefer I gobble your cock up first? It’s so big, it might just reach the back of my throat. Fuck, I’ll probably choke on it if you thrust in…”

Alastor says nothing, but he doesn’t need to. His body is trembling, the hand on Lucifer’s hair keeps tugging desperately, and Lucifer can hear the tiny gasps Alastor is trying to muffle.

“Would you like that? The sight of me, choking on your cock? Completely at your mercy as you set the pace and fuck my mouth as you see fit? If grabbing my hair isn’t good enough, I’ll even let my horns out for you to hold. And, fuck, maybe I’ll even come untouched, just at you using me for your pleasure…”

“Fuck. Lucifer!”

Lucifer pauses to drink in that desperate little cry, as well as the now very hard and even leaking cock in front of him.

He nearly caves and does as he’s just described; taking it in and letting Alastor fuck his throat like he’s nothing but a toy.

But no; if he does that, and Alastor comes, Lucifer won’t get what he wants anytime soon.

Filing it as something to try later—a list that seems to only ever increase no matter how much they do—Lucifer stands up again and puts his hands on Alastor’s shoulders. Before he can push him, however, Alastor grabs one of them, bringing it to his lips for a kiss over the knuckles.

“I believe it’s my turn to take care of you,” Alastor says, the lightness in his voice not matching his burning gaze.

Lucifer licks his lips in anticipation, but it’s not only Alastor who can act like a little shit.

“I’m not so sure,” Lucifer replies petulantly. “I can just push you down and ride your cock.”

“I don’t doubt that you can, and the sight would be a spectacle to behold, but this isn’t how you want it. Not yet.”

Rather than feel annoyance at Alastor telling him what he wants, Lucifer only feels curiosity. “Oh? How do I want it, Alastor?”

Alastor gives him a look, eyes suddenly intense, and when he next speaks, his voice is a timbre lower.

“Lying down beneath me. Our bodies tightly wrapped around each other to the point we cannot tell where one ends and the other begins, our lips so tightly sealed around each other that no sound can escape.

“And I’m not going to merely fuck you, but passionately possess you in and out. I will ruin you tenderly but thoroughly. Drown you in all the love and affection you crave and deserve, until you’re unable to doubt your own self worth ever again. Suffocate you in so much pleasure until you’re so wrecked that you forget time and place, and the only word you remember is my name, and the only reason you’ll still have a voice left to utter it, is because I’ll have left you to breathless to howl amidst your delectation…

“So! Did I get that right, dear?”

.

.

.

“Lucifer?”

The thing formerly known as Lucifer lets out a gurgling sound at the back of his throat.

“Oh dear, have I broken you already?” Alastor says, sounding quite proud. “Seems so, you’re drooling, love.”

Alastor doesn’t help any by leaning forward and lapping at Lucifer’s chin, then resting his head on his shoulder.

“And it doesn’t seem like that’s the only thing leaking. Shall I help with that?”

“Hng?”

Alastor angles Lucifer’s head down, and Lucifer—whose brain has begun to be able discern words again—sees that he’s pointing to Lucifer’s cock, cum dripping out desperately.

“Hm…better not,” Alastor says as if to himself. “What if you can’t get it up again for a while after?”

“Impossible,” someone says. Oh, that was Lucifer himself.

“He speaks! Well, even so, I’d rather not risk it. I take it from your reaction that my assumption was correct.”

“Uh…I…”

Alastor chuckles warmly. “It’s okay, dear. I’ll take care of you, as promised.”

Gently, Alastor grabs Lucifer’s waist and reels him back into the bed.

Still coming down from the out of body experience he just had, Lucifer initially allows Alastor to do as he wishes.

But then the back of his head hits the cool pillow, and the gears inside his head finally move enough to bring him back into reality.

“...Hold on!”

Even though Alastor immediately freezes at the shout, Lucifer still springs up again, pushing Alastor down in his stead.

With the positions reversed, Lucifer calms down again, and sits on Alastor’s lower stomach, straddling him.

Alastor raises one eyebrow, looking unamused and baffled in equal measures.

“I dare you to look me in the eye and claim you didn’t want that,” Alastor says dryly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I’d rather bite off my tongue than renounce what you said. It’s like you read a wish directly off my soul…”

“Well, I couldn’t let only you be the one to deliver sublime experiences between us. But if so, what is this…?”

“It’s precisely because I know you’re going to deliver everything you promised and more. I do want to receive so much of you that I drown in it, but not just yet. Not this time. Because that’s going to be too much; I’ll be too engulfed in my own fulfillment for anything else…and I want my first time doing it like this with you to be one where I still have enough faculties left to pay attention.”

“...Ah.” Alastor’s arms uncross and reach out to Lucifer’s waist, only this time not to pull, but to run a thumb in circles over his hips as he speaks. “Such a pity. But it would be hypocritical of me to deny you, when I understand all too well what you mean, and have done the same.” He sighs wistfully. “Well, as always; take what you want, how you want it, Lucifer.”

Fuck.

Lucifer doesn’t need anything else. First he nudges backward, and is relieved to find Alastor’s cock had remained hard through all of this.

With that, he lifts himself so he’s on his knees…and a sudden idea comes to him.

“Say, how do you feel about helping me prepare myself by eating my ass out?” he asks teasingly. And then, realizing who he’s talking to, hastily amends. “I don’t mean literally! But as in, how do you feel about your tongue inside my ass? It’s fine if you don’t…”

“I feel very much inclined to do that,” Alastor says, hands already grabbing Lucifer to pull him forward.

“Just to be really clear here—”

Alastor gives him an unamused look. “Yes, I am enthusiastically agreeing to the figurative meaning of the phrase. Should I literally partake in any part of you, I ought to start with your brain, since you clearly aren't using it.”

“Hey! If I'm not, it's your own fault; all the ichor there keeps going down because of you. And on that note, I'm shocked my dick isn’t your first target…”

“At present, I find your cock far more delectable to me while still attached to your body. Now come to me, else I'll change my mind and take your tongue.”

Lucifer giggles with relief and excitement, before crawling over. “Alright, let’s see if you’ve been paying attention to what I’ve been teaching you.”

“I assure you, I’m a very dedicated student, and will pass with flying colors.”

Lucifer doesn’t bother retorting, instead turning so his back is to Alastor, then relaxing and allowing Alastor to pull him into position.

Lying over him like this means Lucifer is facing Alastor’s cock. His tongue serpents out at the sight.

Sure, he knows he needs to keep that cock hard so he can fuck himself on it soon, but maybe he can risk giving it a little attention?

“Ah, ah, ah,” Alastor’s voice reproaches, and Lucifer is suddenly forced into a sitting position. “Leave it alone, Lucifer.”

“I wasn’t going to do anything!” Lucifer lies. Even now, he’s still fumbling as he tries to wrap his head around Alastor’s choices when it comes to sex.

Alastor’s hands grab his ass and part it with enough force to bruise, but without his nails digging in. “You’re only allowed to touch my cock when I’m in a position to see it and tell you what to do.”

“I know, I—!” Lucifer doesn’t get to finish, as he feels a warm breath between his ass cheeks, and shivers in anticipation.

Alastor’s teeth graze over the skin, before he opens his mouth and lets his tongue lap Lucifer's rim.

His lack of hesitation surprises Lucifer; Alastor is so prim and easily disgusted that he’d feared this might be where he drew the line.

…Then again, Alastor does eat rotting animal carcasses, so maybe the only surprising thing here is how easily he agreed to not sink his teeth into Lucifer’s tender flesh.

“Ah,” Lucifer gasps softly, when Alastor finally stops teasing him and pushes his tongue in.

Oh.

When they’d begun kissing, Alastor had needed some practice to get the hang of it, so it turns out Alastor has been paying attention to Lucifer’s teachings, because his tongue does a bang up job now.

Lucifer leans down so he can fist the sheets as he moans. Fuck, Alastor’s tongue might be nowhere near as long or as lithe as his own, but that doesn’t stop it from doing things to Lucifer as he feels the soft warmth move inside him.

And fuck, Alastor finds his prostrate quickly; his tongue teasing and caressing it far too well.

Lucifer hadn’t expected this level of prowess on Alastor’s first try, and is too unprepared for how much pleasure Alastor is plucking out of him.

"Fuck. Alastor. Between your words and...ah...kissing, and now…this, is there no way your tongue can't…hmph… ruin me??"

Hearing that clearly delights Alastor, because he makes a sound like a moan, and the vibration of it does wonders for Lucifer.

Oh, if he keeps this up, Lucifer might eventually come without touching himself—

…Wait, fuck!

“Ah, enough!” Lucifer says, pulling his ass away from Alastor’s reach. He nearly whimpers as the tongue leaves him with a wet pop, but makes sure to explain himself. “This was supposed to be just the preparation for the actual thing!”

“Well my dear, it’s not my fault if the starter is worthy of being a main course.”

Lucifer ignores that, moving until he’s back to sitting astride Alastor’s lower stomach, facing him.

Alastor holds his gaze and then slowly and sensually licks his lips.

Fuck.

With shaky hands, Lucifer summons a bottle of oil—the second one; running out of oil before a month is past might become an actual concern eventually—and begins generously coating his fingers…

“Ah, ah, ah,” Alastor admonishes once again, sitting up to better take hold and still Lucifer’s wrists. “As magnificent as the sight of you preparing yourself for me would be, let me finish what I started.”

Lucifer hesitates, eyeing Alastor’s too long and sharp claws warily.

Alastor rolls his eyes and huffs. “With these,” he says, and Lucifer feels something slithering up his legs.

He looks down; Alastor’s tendrils are tightly coiling around him, reaching for the oiled hand.

Relieved his insides aren’t going to be sliced to ribbons, Lucifer coats a tendril with oil and relaxes, letting curiosity take over.

Lucifer drapes himself over Alastor, spreading his legs as far apart as he can to make it easier, and buries his face on Alastor’s chess fluff.

Soon, he feels the tendrils spreading his cheeks and slowly circling before entering.

He shivers, and immediately everything stills.

“Is everything okay?” Alastor asks above him.

It’s both touching yet ridiculous how Alastor is being so gentle with him—the only one between them with any experience—when he’d shunned and outright fought against the same treatment for himself.

“I’m fine! They’re just cold and it’s also been a while since I’ve had anything, even toys, down there.”

“It would be easier to read your mood if I could look at you.”

“What about kissing me?”

“I’m always amenable to that.”

Suddenly forgoing the fluffy pillow sounds perfectly fine, and Lucifer quickly moves up to capture Alastor’s lips as the tendrils start moving again.

The sensation is still…strange. The cold for one, but also the versatility; be it a real cock or a toy, Lucifer’s few experiences always involved something solid inside his ass. Even Alastor’s tongue wasn’t quite so flexible. The slippery, slithering movement as the tendril works him open is too different. But like this isn’t bad, at all. To the point he begins to think of doing something similar for Alastor. His own tongue is long and malleable enough for it, and eating Alastor out is on Lucifer’s list of things to try.

And then the tendril finds and brushes over his prostate. And again, and—

“Ah!”

As he cries, Lucifer feels himself spilling all over Alastor.

He sits up and winces at the golden mess between them. “Shit, I’m sorry, I was so hard for so long that—”

“You’re forbidden from ever apologizing for coming undone because of me,” Alastor chides immediately. “And you certainly don’t need to prove your resilience in this regard. I’ve seen—and very much felt—more than enough proof of how much you can last.”

Lucifer reaches out to make it all disappear, but instead finds himself splaying his hand over his cum, then spreading it over Alastor’s stomach.

Alastor furrows his brow in distaste, but doesn’t actually make any move to stop Lucifer. “Of all the ways you’ve found to mark me, this is the one I’m the least fond of.”

“Ah, sorry,” Lucifer says automatically, but still doesn’t clean it up.

And Alastor doesn’t call him out on it. What Alastor does instead is pat him on the back.

“Fret not, we can try your way after some rest.”

“Rest? Are you tired? Or—” Lucifer moves lower, and the nudge behind him tells him Alastor’s cock is still perfectly hard.

Alastor frowns. “Given you’ve had your pleasure, I assume you’ll want a pause.”

“Oh! Oh no, actually this works out even better, now I can ride you and last longer.”

“But…your cock…you care about such matters.”

“It’ll be back up in no time, you’ll see.”

“The alacrity with which you can get it up again is starting to feel quite daunting.”

“Why? When you don’t want it, just ignore it and I’ll take care of it.”

“Hm, I am curious to see how little I can do and still bring you to release.”

“Put that on our list of things to try later. Right now, I need your cock inside me.”

“Then take it, before I take over.”

It’s not like Lucifer needs to be told twice.

He lifts himself up to shift into position. Alastor makes it as if to sit up to help, but Lucifer immediately pushes him down again.

“You sit there and watch me. This part is all mine.”

“I hear and obey,” Alastor says, a little breathless. Is this the first time he’d outright said he’d obey something without it dripping with sarcasm? Well, now is not the time to dwell on that…

Lack of practice has Lucifer clumsy instead of sensual as he grabs for Alastor’s cock—coating it with oil as he does—and tries to align it with his entrance, but Alastor doesn’t make any sound of mockery or demand that he hurry up.

And finally, finally it’s all in place, and both hiss as Lucifer slowly takes the tip in.

Lucifer pauses to adjust, and for a moment worries that Alastor will do as he’d done for himself before, and try to thrust it all in one fell swoop. Sure, that would likely feel good as fuck too, but it’s not how Lucifer wants this to go right now.

But Alastor does nothing. Says nothing either. And outside some gasps, remains patiently still as Lucifer slowly takes in all of him.

Fuck, Lucifer can’t remember the last time he’s ever had a cock—real or not—inside him. But that’s fine, even if he did, the feeling of Alastor inside him far overrides any other memory, as it should.

The drag of it inside, the way it stretches his walls…fuck.

And it gets so much better, knowing this is Alastor. Who wasn’t even interested in this stuff. Who chose him. Married him, even.

And speaking of him, even now, he’s unmoving.

Lucifer had been either looking down, or closing his eyes as he soaked in the sensation, and hadn’t been checking to see how Alastor was reacting.

Shit, maybe he should be happy that Alastor is patiently letting him do as he pleases, but Lucifer’s stomach churns with new worry; what if Alastor isn’t into this?

…No, so what if he wasn’t? He’s clearly into sex with Lucifer, and just because he's not keen on a specific position, it doesn’t ruin anything. It was bound to happen eventually!

Telling himself that, and bracing to not showcase any disappointment—he doesn’t want to pressure Alastor—Lucifer finally looks up and meets Alastor’s gaze—

…Oh.

All his worries leave just as quickly as they’d come.

Even if Alastor’s body isn’t acting out, the awe and hunger in his eyes are unmistakable.

When was the last time someone had looked at Lucifer like that. At Lucifer himself, not at his power, not at his throne?

He shivers.

“Like what you see?” Lucifer purrs out, then licks his lips.

“Like is such an understatement that it borders on insult,” Alastor replies, voice cracking.

Lucifer laughs giddily, self assurance fully restored, and sways his lips, moaning at how Alastor’s cock drags around as he does, while his own is already starting to twitch.

Finally, he starts truly moving; finding a pace that suits him and trying to keep to it. Taking Alastor’s cock to the hilt before lifting himself until only the tip remains, then going down again, letting the cockhead hit at just the right spot.

Whenever it’s fully in, he purposely tightens around it, and delights in the way Alastor squirms and groans, but refuses to look away from Lucifer; eyes roving all over Lucifer’s body.

There’s so much heat pooling in his stomach…so much that Lucifer’s cock rises, nearly fully erect again. He instinctively reaches to hold it, but the lack of one hand anchoring him leaves him unbalanced and he wobbles—

Before Lucifer can simply put the hand back where it had been steadying himself on Alastor’s body, Alastor’s own hands have reached up to help by holding him in place by the waist.

Sure, that works. However…

Lucifer takes his hand off himself and uses it to grab Alastor by the wrist, guiding it to his dick. “You touch it,” he asks, no, demands.

“Tell me how,” Alastor asks, “I don’t…tell me how to make this feel good for you.”

Fuck, fuck that’s adorable.

“It’s you. Touch it however you like and it will be good for me.”

With that, Lucifer begins riding him again, but slower now.

Alastor hesitates for only a moment more before he begins touching Lucifer’s cock. It swells immediately.

…And it seems that Alastor truly had so little interest in sex before, that he’s even unused to jerking off a cock, despite having one.

Lucifer tries not to think about how special that makes him, and this. Tries not to think at all, which is very, very easy in this situation.

Alastor’s hand touches him erratically, clearly trying to figure out what works. A nail gently rakes through the whole length. A thumb presses at the tip.

Well, even without Lucifer outright giving instructions, the way he moans and whimpers is clearly guidance enough, as Alastor quickly figures out to hold it firmly, and pumps it in tandem with Lucifer’s movement as he continues to ride Alastor’s cock.

“Lucifer,” Alastor says, and Lucifer will never get enough of his voice like this, so tattered and needy. “Do you have any idea how you look? Ah. So perfect. So good for me—”

Fuck. Alastor’s words and his intense gaze are too much. No; everything is starting to feel too much as desire builds further and further inside Lucifer, about to burst. He scrunches his eyes to try and concentrate, beginning to be so swept up that he’s lost the ability to keep a steady rhythm; his rocking becoming faster but unsteady, now barely lifting himself off before slamming down again.

“Fuck. Fuck, Alastor, I’m so fucking close, I—”

Alastor suddenly sits up and surges forward. Lucifer yelps in surprise as the unexpected shift has him nearly toppling backwards, but Alastor holds him in place with a hand at the small of his back.

If Alastor is planning to try and use this chance to change their positions and push Lucifer into the bed…well, he sure picked the right time; Lucifer is far too gone to put up a fight anymore.

But no, Alastor does no such thing. Instead, he takes his free hand and entangles it with the hair on Lucifer’s nape, pulling sharply enough to force Lucifer’s head to jerk back and face up.

Lucifer lets out a sound that’s half moan, half gasp, only for it to be quickly silenced as Alastor’s mouth descends over his own, nipping at his lips before shoving his tongue in like a hungry animal.

Lucifer quickly shifts to accommodate the new position; legs now crossing over Alastor’s back as his hands desperately clutch at Alastor’s shoulders and neck.

Fuck, fuckfuckfuck. If Alastor is kissing him like he’s hungry, then Lucifer is responding like he’s starved.

Half dazed in mounting pleasure and close to overwhelmed, Lucifer now fucks with abandon; desperately thrusting himself onto Alastor’s length.

There’s no more hand on his cock, but it isn’t needed; their bodies are so close together that it’s firmly pressed between their stomachs. So much that it might have chafed when they move, but there’s enough precum leaking out to lubricate the area.

The hand that had been anchoring his back shifts so that it can grab his ass. But Alastor doesn’t take over, ramming himself into Lucifer. Rather, he lets Lucifer continue to move, and only uses his hold to help him along…

Then he uses the hold to shift Lucifer just like so…and the next time Lucifer pushes it all in, the cockhead hits squarely just in the right place…

Lucifer throws his head back and lets out a cry as his vision goes white, orgasm crashing through him.

“Fuck—ah!?”

Through the haze of his bliss, Lucifer almost doesn’t hear Alastor’s own cry. His whole body is too numb to tell, but he proudly thinks that once he checks, he’ll find his insides filled with not just Alastor’s cock.

Coming back down, Lucifer blinks rapidly and focuses. Both are still in the same position, but Alastor’s hands are now holding Lucifer by the waist.

And Alastor…his eyes closed and his mouth slightly agape. So flushed, and hair once again adorably messy.

Lucifer doesn’t dare say anything, not wanting to ruin the sight of Alastor lost in his own climax. He doesn’t dare touch him with his hands either, but his wings flutter and move as if to try and wrap around them both—

…His wings?

Even though he doesn’t need it, Lucifer twists to look at his back, then sighs.

Damn it. He’d inadvertently brought them out again. Well, now Lucifer knows why Alastor had sounded surprised; they probably came out pushing his hands away none too gently.

“You are quite lucky,” Alastor says, and Lucifer whips back to face him, loving how misty his eyes still seem, and how his voice is still a little shaky. “That I still had enough presence of mind to find another way to hold you when those came out. You were almost dropped.”

“Sorry,” Lucifer says sheepishly.

“Oh, I’m not upset. How could I find fault in anything I just witnessed? And I do enjoy the knowledge that you are so undone that your grasp over them fails you. I’m simply warning you that, next time, we should perhaps not do this so close to the edge of the bed. Unless hitting your head on the floor as you are in the midst of the passionate aftermath is part of the fun for you.”

Wouldn’t have been a problem if you’d kept lying down, Lucifer automatically thinks, but he bites down hard to avoid saying it. He truly has no complaints with Alastor’s unexpected addition to his original plans. Quite the opposite.

“Hm, next time,” he agrees, and rests his head on Alastor’s chest. Alastor’s arms carefully navigate between the wings to circle his back again, holding him closer.

Lucifer looks down; once again Alastor’s stomach is painted with his mess. Lucifer sighs contentedly and rests for a minute before slowly extricating himself; as much as he’d like, they can’t fall asleep like this.

He carefully lifts himself off; lamenting the loss as, no longer hard, Alastor’s size was perfect to make him feel warm and full without stretching his ass too much.

Hm, maybe he should introduce the concept of cockwarming to Alastor. Though Lucifer has the inkling that they’ll end up with him warming Alastor more than the opposite. Ha, that possibility was hardly a deterrent, if anything—

“Lucifer dear,” Alastor says, cutting through his musings, “before your mind strays away from me, may I suggest you clean yourself up?”

That’s an interesting choice of words, given Alastor is equally dirty, but Lucifer doesn’t dwell on it.

“I wasn’t straying away from us,” he insists a little childishly, even as he waves his hand to remove the mess. “I was thinking of even more stuff to do.”

“I see you dislike repetition,” Alastor says, as he tugs a very pliable Lucifer into lying on the bed, belly down to account for his wings.

“It’s not that I dislike doing the same thing, not with you, at least, but that there’s so much to try…”

“I was only teasing, my dear, when it comes to intercourse with you, it seems I have no quarrel with whatever you choose. Everything thus far hasn’t been short of sublime.

“However, since it seems you aren’t going through a carefully curated order, and instead seem to be winging it—which, with three pairs of wings, is to be expected!—”

Lucifer snorts.

“—May I suggest the next venture to be the baths? I know you keep us clean with your abilities, but it doesn’t quite feel the same.”

“Together, right?” Lucifer blurts out before he can think.

Alastor is taken aback. “Certainly. But you sound as if you take umbrage at any other prospect. Why?”

Lucifer ducks his head in embarrassment. “Oh, uh, please don’t laugh…”

“I will try, but I make no promises.”

…That wasn’t reassuring at all. But fuck it. “I just don’t like the thought of you out of my sight anytime soon. Not that I think you’re going to run into danger or anything.”

“You fear I will leave.”

Lucifer squirms. If it was just that, he’d feel less embarrassment. “That too, but it’s…more instinctual than that. That you’re mine and no one should get to see you like this and you should be by my side.” He winces at his own words. “Look, I know that sounds ridiculous—”

“The only ridiculous thing here,” Alastor interrupts with an edge, then grabs Lucifer by the chin to force him to meet his gaze. “Is how deplorably you’ve just announced your possessiveness. Next time you stake your claim, I expect it to come with the self assurance befitting the one I chose.”

…Oh.

“Meanwhile,” Alastor continues, “we can circumvent your troubles by simply going together, so shall we?”

“Carry me there?”

“Ha, you think I’ll believe you are currently unable to walk?”

“I never said I couldn’t. Carry me anyway.”

“You incorrigible creature,” Alastor says with a shake of his head…but still motions for Lucifer to come to him.

Delighted, Lucifer puts his wings away again and rushes over, throwing his hands around Alastor’s neck.

Alastor sighs theatrically but still holds Lucifer steadily in his arms and starts carrying him out.

Lucifer nuzzles at Alastor’s neck, completely content with how this turned out.

He can already see it; both of them soaking under the hot water. Taking care of each other, then letting their minds drift as their muscles are soothed by the sound of cascading water…

And the edge of the pool is perfect for bending someone over and—

Ah, fuck.

Notes:

I hope this was also good enough!

I'm considering doing more for both dynamics, going back to Alastor as the bottom next, if there's interest

Chapter 3

There are enough different things to try with—or on—Alastor to last a decade.

Even so, Lucifer finds himself already going back to the basics.

Which isn’t to say he’s tired of testing out new stuff, never that. But new means extra care, extra attention to make sure he’s not going past Alastor’s limit, or finding out midway Alastor isn’t into it. Neither has happened yet but it surely will eventually, and the pressure is there.

Like this, fucking Alastor in the simplest of ways; on the bed, facing each other, Lucifer can fully focus on the sensation of his cock inside Alastor. He can hold him close and either kiss him or hear his gasps…

Yeah, like this is perfect already.

“Fuck,” he moans into Alastor’s neck as he comes. Alastor’s nails bury into his back, no doubt drawing out ichor.

Lucifer’s body stills as he lets the orgasm wash over him, then he breathes out a contented sigh as his whole body turns to jelly.

“Mhmm, love you,” Lucifer says, voice still a little wobbly. “I’m glad you agreed to this.”

“At this juncture, you should have long stopped being surprised that I agree to sex,” comes the not so lovely dry reply. But Alastor’s hand works contrary to his tone; caressing Lucifer’s hair softly.

“You know what I mean, you could have found doing this position again boring.”

“That makes little sense. You are the one with a long history of sexual conquests. If anyone would be bored, it’d be you.”

“Maybe if it were anyone else. But it’s you so…this is always lovely.”

“...”

Lucifer takes the lack of a cutting retort as a good sign and, satisfied, drops the conversation.

Carefully, he shimmies his now flaccid cock from inside Alastor and plops over him.

Or tries to.

Something long and stiff is in the way.

Blinking, Lucifer glances down.

“Oh…you’re still hard.”

“Ha, that was an amusing way to discover how long it takes you to regain spatial awareness after you’ve had your pleasure. Fret not, I’m sure we can find a few ways for you to wrap yourself around me despite that.”

“That’s not the issue here! You didn’t come!” Lucifer winces. “Fuck, why didn’t you tell me you didn’t like—”

“The moment I dislike something, rest assured you will know. And that was as enjoyable for me, even if not in the, ah, explosive way it was for you.”

“But…”

Alastor sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose and looking at the ceiling. “I have told you time and time again my body doesn’t react like one expects it to. My enjoyment isn’t tied to my release. And if anything, I prefer when both don’t always occur together, so as not to cloud the essence of my pleasure. If there was a flaw, it’s that we’re having this conversation instead of basking in the aftermath of the act.”

Lucifer wants to believe that, but it isn’t so simple. It would be easier if Lucifer could ask someone like Ozzie for direction or affirmation but…the thought of sharing anything as intimate as this churns his stomach. Only he gets to know these details about Alastor. His, and only his.

Alastor seems to notice his hesitation. “Hmm, since it seems to be taking you some time to wrap your head around this, how about a deal?”

Lucifer has long stopped thinking that Alastor is out to hurt him but even so, the word ‘deal’ coming from him has his body instinctively tensing.

“What sort of deal?” Lucifer asks warily.

“Ah, perhaps the word deal isn’t quite appropriate. A little game, if you will. Where I give you, hm, five minutes where you can do what you want to me.”

Lucifer doesn’t even blink. “Uhuh, and the catch is…?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t call it that but…I will also allow you to try to make me orgasm in those same five minutes. If you fail or choose not to do so, you have to cease insisting on it.”

“...What if I do something I want that gets you off at the same time?”

“Why, then you’ll have managed to make the most of the game! However, do think carefully about your choice. I do mean anything. No matter what it is, I shan’t refuse.”

Alastor gives him a razor sharp smile, as if he’s caught Lucifer.

And Lucifer…has to fight back a snort.

Really, should he laugh or cry here? Alastor still hasn’t understood some fundamental things when it comes to sex with Lucifer.

Notwithstanding the fact that, so far, Alastor has agreed to do everything Lucifer wanted, so he’s quite satisfied, there’s also the glaring issue of Alastor thinking he can waive his own ability to make an informed decision to consent, and that will somehow be enticing to Lucifer.

But how does he gently explain that to Alastor without making him lash out, thinking he’s being looked down on?

And then something flashes across Lucifer’s mind.

…There is, in fact, one thing. One thing he’s wanted to do, but hasn’t been able to. Alastor never outright rejects him when he tries, but he always finds a way to cut it short.

He licks his lips.

Alastor sees it, and adds giddily, “Oh, but the one rule is that, once I have my pleasure, the time is up, no matter how much of it has been left. So if you were planning to simply speedily strike at my prostate…that won’t work.”

This time, Lucifer does snort. “I was never planning that. Forcing it out of you like that is much worse than doing nothing at all.”

“Ah, so you have a conundrum in your hands, do you not? How delightful!”

That’s not the only issue. As benign as he thinks his desire is, if Alastor truly can’t handle it, they need to stop.

And then there’s the matter of, yes, not making Alastor come. Sure, he’s repeatedly reassured he doesn’t care for it, but for Lucifer to choose his own desire over Alastor’s feels repulsive.

If only he could do both at—

Oh wait, he can.

“Anything at all?” Lucifer asks.

Alastor’s eyes flash with triumph.

“Indeed! Anything. No matter what it is, I’ll allow it.”

“We really need to have a conversation about…stop words.” The word ‘safe’ might piss off Alastor’s sensibilities. “For both of us to use.”

Alastor might kick up a fuss at being taken care of, but he’s so far welcomed any chance to do right by Lucifer, so maybe saying it like that will make him not rebuff the idea immediately.

Sure enough, Alastor purses his lips but ultimately shrugs. “Certainly, we can discuss that eventually.”

No, we really should have discussed it days ago. But this is already a great concession from Alastor and, more importantly, Lucifer’s idea makes up for a lack of a safeword.

“Okay, so…can I at least get us into position before the timer starts? Who’s going to keep tabs on those five minutes? And don’t say you will; maybe I’ll distract you enough to lose track of time.”

“I’m magnanimous, I’ll even allow you to get your cock back up before we start. As for time keeping…my shadow will do it.”

“Isn’t it part of you? Can it be in control if you aren’t?”

“I do appreciate how assured you are that you’ll put me in such a state now. But yes, it’s part of me but we can retain a measure of self sufficiency. Too much so, sometimes.”

“Ah, so not like me.”

“What?”

Shit, that’ll ruin the surprise. “Say, what does your shadow think about the sex? You know, there are some things I can think of that could involve it…”

Alastor raises an eyebrow. “Oh, have you grown tired of me so quickly that you’re already thinking of straying?”

“You said it was part of you!”

“Yes, and the only reason why your question won’t be punished.”

“Great, so, the answer is…”

“Are you quitting on our little game? If you keep delaying, my cock will deflate and I’ll cancel it.”

Lucifer doesn’t get disappointed at the lack of answer; not when his own question had mostly been to deflect Alastor’s.

“Nope, it’s still on! But I want to add a rule.”

“Such as?”

“If you really hate what I’m doing, you have to tell me to stop.”

“That defeats the whole purpose of giving you a pass!”

“There’s a big difference between you not being a fan of what I want to do, and you abhorring it. If it’s the latter, you need to tell me to stop.”

“It’s only five minutes, I can handle it.”

There it is, Alastor thinks it’s a weakness. “Handling doesn’t mean liking it. I’m not questioning your capabilities, I’m saying we shouldn’t do anything that you’d recoil from at any other time.”

Alastor still doesn’t look convinced, so Lucifer uses his secret weapon; guilt.

“Is this what you think of me? That I’d be happy doing something to you you were despising? How do you think that’d make me feel? Not to mention, if you think admitting to not liking something is a weakness…does that mean you’ll look down on me if I ever ask you to stop doing something to me?”

“No! Don’t twist my words!”

Ha, got you. “I’m not twisting, it’s the natural conclusion.”

Alastor is making the face he does when he’s lost and in a bind not wanting to admit it.

Well, lucky for him, this isn’t the time for Lucifer to gloat, but to sweeten the idea so Alastor doesn’t try to reluctantly go back on it.

“Besides, it’s not like I won’t leave empty handed if you do make me stop…”

“Oh?”

Lucifer revels in Alastor’s curiosity for a second before explaining. “I was thinking that, if you tell me to stop, then as compensation I get ten minutes at another time, to do something else of my choosing to you.”

“Ha, so you win either way.”

“Yup!” Lucifer replies cheekily. Alastor scoffs as if he can’t believe the gall, but Lucifer notices how his shoulders relax just a little.

“I suppose I can add this rule. Though this game has now become ridiculously in your favor…”

“We can always make it fair by doing this again, but with roles reversed.”

“Ha, in that case, the challenge would be ensuring you don’t come too soon into my fun. Hm, very well, I agree with your addition. That said, I fear things have now become harder for you. And the opposite for me.” Alastor points down as he says the last part.

Lucifer looks down at the cock now at half mast, and shrugs.

“Nothing I can’t deal with.”

“So get on with it before I change my mind.”

Obediently, Lucifer crawls out of the bed. Once standing up at the edge of it, he does as he’s done at one time, pulling Alastor until he’s sitting at the edge of the bed. With that, he goes down on his knees.

“If you wanted a repeat of that time, all you had to do is say it,” Alastor says mildly.

“It’s something new.”

“Very well. Your cock?”

“I have it handled. We can start.”

“...If you say so. Three…two…one.”

Lucifer doesn’t rush. He nuzzles the side of Alastor’s cock—not as fully hard now that some time has passed, but he can deal with it—then looks up at Alastor.

“I’m going to put it in my mouth, but I’m not going to move my head after I do it. That’ll be up to you,” Lucifer explains, as he grabs Alastor’s hands and places them on his head.

Alastor frowns. “The rules—”

“You never said you wouldn’t participate, only that you wouldn’t complain. So, do as you see fit with my mouth around your cock. And you can give orders on what I’m doing with it inside my mouth, too. So if you really don’t care about coming, leave it as is.”

“Surely this isn’t how you’re choosing to—”

“I’m not finished. And since the rule is that it ends when you come…well, do with that what you want.”

Of course, needing for Alastor to come to stop anything is still, by far, a fucking terrible idea for so many reasons, which is why he put his foot down on adding the stop rule.

With that, rather than waste any more precious seconds, Lucifer parts his lips just enough and pushes Alastor’s cock inside; just enough that it’s almost fully in, but Lucifer isn’t uncomfortable and can still look up.

Alastor sighs. “I hope this wasn’t the extent of your plan.”

“It wasn’t,” Lucifer’s voice says, but not from the mouth currently stuffed full of Alastor’s cock.

Lucifer soaks in the sight of Alastor jolting as a second Lucifer comes into view from his right, sitting next to him and kissing his shoulder.

“So don’t worry,” says a third Lucifer, as he rests his head on Alastor’s other shoulder, hugging him from behind.

Alastor’s head whips between the two of them. He then blinks, and cackles before looking down at the still kneeling Lucifer.

“You…oh, how sneaky of you,” Alastor says, and the way he purrs it out goes directly to Lucifer’s cock. All three of them.

“But you like it,” a Lucifer says, hand now caressing Alastor’s thigh.

There’s no denying it either; not when Lucifer feels the cock in his mouth grow fully hard now.

“I’m interested in the possibilities,” Alastor deflects. “But I am pleased enough to be charitable and remind you all that there is a time limit here.”

“I’m sure you’ll demand I do this again later,” replies the Lucifer at his back.

“Having more of you? Certainly. But as for what the three of you are planning now…we’ll see. I doubt you truly felt this alone would be enough of a limit for me that you could only make it happen when I offered this carte blanche.”

He’s right, of course. The only reason Lucifer hadn’t done this yet was because he didn’t want to overwhelm them both so soon. No, the two other hims were there simply so he can both play as the perfect cockwarmer and do other things at the same time.

Still, the warning is welcome as the two stop dallying and move.

The Lucifer on the back switches to hold Alastor by his bony hips as he begins kissing from one shoulder to the other.

The other Lucifer stands up, then shifts Alastor’s upper body sideways to still face him without the awkwardness of needing to stand over the first Lucifer, still dutifully on his knees and unmoving. He then takes one of Alastor’s hands and begins kissing between his knuckles.

To Lucifer’s delight, Alastor is already squirming. And Lucifer knows Alastor is far too flexible to be uncomfortable at how his body has been positioned.

“Must I remind you again of the time limit? I suggest you begin what you want to do.”

Lucifer on his knees chuckles, sending a rumble down Alastor’s cock, which has Alastor involuntary gasping.

“Oh,” says the Lucifer in front, murmuring it against Alastor’s clavicle as his hands draw circles around Alastor’s thighs. “But this is what I want.”

“W—What?”

“So lovely,” sighs the Lucifer at the back, kissing the back of Alastor’s ear.

“You see,” Lucifer in front explains, “what I’ve been wanting is for you to let me love you—”

“Let you love me?” Alastor interrupts, laughing in disbelief. “My dear, I demand that you do. And have for a while now.”

Lucifer punishes the interruption by grazing his teeth at the shaft. Alastor’s legs close around him, and the hand on his head tightens its hold.

“I’ve been trying to love you tenderly for a while now,” Lucifer continues, “but you never let me do it for more than a few seconds; always anxiously cutting it short, using the excuse of hurrying up with the sex to shirk away from gentleness for fear that you can’t handle it.”

“I…that’s not true!”

“No? All the better then! So these five minutes won’t be a problem.”

“Be good for me,” Lucifer at the back asks, hands going up and down Alastor’s spine.

“I…surely…surely you don’t mean to waste this doing something so inconsequential!”

He’s punished again, this time by Lucifer’s snake-like tongue wrapping around Alastor’s whole length and squeezing.

“This isn’t trivial to me,” the other two Lucifers say in tandem over Alastor’s gasp. One of Alastor’s hand reaches out to tug at the kneeling Lucifer’s head, and while Lucifer obediently stops moving, he doesn’t let go.

Lucifer halts kissing Alastor’s stomach to go up again and give him a tender kiss on the lips.

Alastor’s tongue tries its best to coach the kiss into something heated, but Lucifer patiently ignores his efforts and keeps it languid and soft.

Trembling slightly now, Alastor takes one of his hands and reaches for the cock closest to him.

Breaking the kiss, Lucifer pulls the hand away. “Ssh, none of that,” he chides softly, then places kisses on the captured limb, starting from the tip of the finger and going up his arm.

“Please,” says the other Lucifer, shifting so his arms circle Alastor’s neck, and his mouth is now aligned with Alastor’s pinned back ears. “Let me revel in your body. Let me touch every part of it. I love you so, so much…”

The hand on the kneeling Lucifer’s head harshly tugs it back, then forward, and Lucifer obediently does as he wants; mouth moving back and forth over Alastor’s cock.

But that doesn’t hide the truth; Lucifer can tell that the whine that escapes Alastor came out before he moved.

More tugging.

“Aren’t you…down there to suck my cock?” Alastor grits out harshly.

“Sing more for me, my love,” back Lucifer murmurs.

“So move it!” The demand comes out shrill and desperate.

It’s clear Alastor wants to both hide his reactions underneath the pretense of sexual pleasure, as well as end this sooner by now wanting his cock properly sucked.

Nonetheless, Lucifer is happy to oblige.

He places a hand at the base of Alastor’s cock for leverage, and begins setting a slow but steady pace taking it out until only the tip remains in his mouth, then slowly bring it back until it’s all in his mouth again, sucking and licking as he does.

Another Lucifer continues to lavish Alastor’s front in kisses. And the final one keeps whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

“Don’t you…what about your own pleasure?” Alastor tries one final time, almost pleading.

“You were right, my dear,” Lucifer answers, shifting so that he can start whispering next to Alastor’s other ear. “Separating climax from other forms of pleasure truly is enjoyable. I would never want a climax to eclipse this.”

“Fuck.”

The other Lucifer begins tracing the scar on Alastor’s chest with his lips, and Alastor begins biting down hard to try and dampen the gasps and whimpers threatening to escape as Lucifer continues.

With every shiver, every muffled sound out of Alastor, Lucifer’s scalp tingles with indescribable emotion.

And he hadn’t lied when he said maybe Alastor is right after all; Lucifer would never forgive himself if he’d missed any of Alastor’s current reactions due to being so enveloped in his own climax.

He doesn’t keep track of time, so he has no idea how close or far they are to five minutes. And with the way Alastor is reacting, and his cock leaking precum, he won’t last much longer.

But that’s fine; that Alastor didn’t stop this is already a win for Lucifer. He doesn't even need the whole ‘more time later’, having only said it to appease Alastor.

Alastor is so close, his hips are moving on his own, pushing his cock faster in and out of Lucifer’s mouth.

Wanting to reward him, Lucifer speeds up his ministrations; the words whispered come out faster, the kisses are more fervent.

“You’re so close,” Lucifer says, finally breaking his litany of words of love. “Do you want to come in my mouth, or in my face?”

“I…”

Patiently waiting for the decision, Lucifer once against swallows to the hilt, then moves back—

Or tries to. The hand on his hair grips tightly.

“No,” Alastor says, exhaling. “Stay as you are until I say so.”

But that will only delay hi—oh.

Lucifer’s three pairs of eyes glisten.

Oh, either he’s managed to make Alastor accept it all, or maybe Lucifer had misunderstood from the start, and Alastor hadn’t feared acknowledging this, only ever felt overwhelmed by it.

Whichever the case, it doesn’t matter.

“Thank you, thank you,” he breaths into Alastor's skin, holding him close. “Fuck, I love you so much, I—”

The kisses become fevered, no more simple brushing of lips…

Before long, despite the Lucifer over his cock remaining perfectly still, Alastor gasps and comes.

Not expecting it, Lucifer can’t help but pull out as he coughs out the cum going down the wrong pipe.

With his concentration broken, his copies quickly disappear.

“Ha, leaving without a word?” Alastor’s voice says above, breathless and quivering.

Lucifer doesn’t deign that with a reply. Still kneeling, he looks up to see how Alastor is faring.

And oh, he’s so beautifully wrecked. Much more than one would normally be over a blowjob and some tender care. His eyes are misty, breathing irregular and lips slightly parted. Lucifer can see him swallowing as if trying to desperately regain composure.

All that over Lucifer’s love. Just his. And Alastor hadn’t cut it short either; holding on to the end…

Actually, how long was it?

Lucifer turns to look at the shadow, only to see it quickly hide whatever it had been using to track the time. It gives Lucifer a look, then places a finger over its lips and winks.

Had…had Alastor let them go past the time limit? Oh fuck—

“As much as I enjoy you on your knees,” Alastor says, “If you want my help with that, you’ll need to stand up.”

Lucifer snaps back to Alastor—who is tragically looking much more composed already—then follows his gaze down, to Lucifer’s own dick, which, of course, is almost at half mast.

There’s some things you could do to help me that don’t require me standing up, Lucifer thinks automatically, but immediately shuns the idea; he doesn’t want to detract from the last act by adding something on top.

“Ignore it, I’d much rather cuddle. Err…if that’s not too much right now…”

Alastor’s eyes narrow dangerously. “Why would mere cuddling be too much?”

Oof, Lucifer is too light headed to think of a good way to get out of that, so instead he simply says nothing, quickly jumping in bed and laying down.

Huffing in that way that means Alastor is amused and not annoyed, he lays down sideways next to Lucifer, already closing his eyes.

“Hm, I suppose this is for the best,” Alastor says, maybe the closest he’ll ever come to either admitting he’s overwhelmed as is, or not wanting to spoil the memory either. Lucifer wishes he could ask without risking a limb.

“Incidentally,” Alastor continues, voice already slower, as if he’s already drifting off to sleep. “I was unaware that you could make copies of yourself.”

Lucifer senses the danger, and tries to shrug nonchalantly. “Well, I never had a reason to, before.”

“And you decided the reason to finally do so was…for this?”

“Yup!” Lucifer says shamelessly.

Alastor lets out a dramatic, long suffering sigh, but Lucifer can see from his body language that he’s pleased with the answer.

“Well, now that the cat is out of the bag, I assume you plan to incorporate that again, in other ways…?”

Oh thank fuck, Lucifer knows how to get full marks on that question.

“Absolutely!” he answers immediately. “Not always, because it is a little hard to keep focused with it, not to mention I can get overwhelmed. It’s different from puppets and, I think, it looks different from what you have with your shadow. It’s like I have three pairs of eyes, three bodies and so on…”

“Fascinating,” Alastor says, sounding sincere and not condescending. “Well, feel free to do it again when you feel like it. Just don’t take too long.”

“I hear and obey.”

Alastor shuffles, settling into the pillow more, and Lucifer takes that as his cue to close his eyes and finally fully relax…

“Lucifer. one more thing.”

Oh no. “Yes?”

“I’ll allow it.”

“Thanks. Allow what?”

“Allow you to do all that you just did again.”

Oh.

There’s a lump in his throat now.

Maybe Alastor can sense the intensity of his gaze despite his eyes remaining shut, because he shifts and turns his back now to Lucifer.

Gingerly—in case Alastor does change his mind and reject it—Lucifer throws an arm around his waist and siddles up close.

He drifts off to sleep with the memory of Alastor’s skin beneath his lips.

*

It doesn’t take long for Alastor to wonder if he’ll regret his broad permission.

The very next time he wakes up, it's to the knowledge that there is more than one Lucifer in bed with him.

There’s a familiar body latched onto his back, nuzzling at his nape…yet when he opens his eyes, Lucifer is lying in front of him.

“Morning,” the Lucifer he can see says, reaching out to caress Alastor’s cheek.

“I’m starting to think one of your animals is secretly a rabbit,” Alastor says, rather than return the greeting as expected.

Lucifer takes it in stride, grinning. “Because I’m white, adorable and very huggable?”

“Small, constantly fornicating—”

“I don’t see you complaining.”

Alastor punishes the interruption by shifting his body away from the Lucifer wrapped around him. Lucifer whines an apology as he tightens his arms, and Alastor decides he’s learned his lesson.

“And,” he continues, “as I now see, a propensity to multiply. And here I thought you needed time to do this again. I distinctly recall something about focus and being overwhelmed?”

Though he calls Lucifer out on it, Alastor can’t find it in him to be bothered by the situation.

Well, not too much. Is Lucifer planning an encore to their last round?

“I won’t do a repeat of last night already,” Lucifer says, as if able to read his mind.

Alastor swallows, vexed at how he cannot untangle his own emotions at that statement; is he relieved or disappointed? Ideally, he should be neither, yet he fears he’s both.

“Then?” he insists.

The Lucifer in front half sits up; upper body now leaning on his elbow, so that his other hand has better access to Alastor’s head, carding through his hair slowly.

The Lucifer glued to Alastor’s back is less chaste; his hips move, and Alastor finds a now very familiar part of Lucifer’s anatomy poking at the juncture of his hip.

“When I woke up and remembered last night,” Lucifer explains, “I started craving some spitroasted deer.”

Alastor’s admittedly limited sexual lexicon doesn’t contain that word. But that is hardly daunting.

“Knowing you, I assume that’s not literal.” Not that it’d have been a problem if it was.

“The craving part is.”

Good. Crave me more. “And yet, I see you doing nothing, despite now having twice the appendages. Are you planning to leave your deer out to thaw?”

“No, I need to marinate the venison first.”

Alastor doesn’t have to ask what with, since his hips are grabbed and moved.

He allows Lucifer to manhandle him as he sees fit, neither helping nor making it difficult.

Lucifer doesn’t do much; simply pulling Alastor so he’s on all fours, and now across the bed, his head near the edge of it.

Alastor doesn’t balk at it. On the contrary; a thrill runs down his spine, as the position suggests something less amorous and more base.

…Not that, Alastor has to admit, he minds when Lucifer chooses actions best described as ‘love making’ as opposed to ‘fucking’. However, while both flood with him enough sensation that brings out eventual loss of control, the former does so in a way that leaves Alastor feeling far more vulnerable than the latter, as nonsensical as that may be.

Shaking himself away from such thoughts, Alastor grounds himself by looking ahead and frowning at the sight he’s met with.

The other Lucifer has procured a chair, and is sitting directly in front of Alastor.

“Surely you’re not here to just look,” Alastor admonishes.

“Just for a bit, I need to see your expression.”

“You always see it.”

“Not if I’m doing this.”

“What—ah.”

That last part is both gasp and sigh, as two hands part his behind, and a familiar tongue laps around his rim.

Alastor wants to continue berating the sitting Lucifer, but it’s impossible to, when the tongue wastes no time serpentining itself inside him.

Long and lithe, it moves with a dexterity no finger could match, and Alastor bites his lips and closes his eyes, both basking in the intrusion—back arching into it—while trying to curb his reaction.

“No, none of that.”

A hand grabs at Alastor’s chin and pulls his head up again—he hadn’t realized he’d tilted it down at all—and Alastor opens his eyes to find Lucifer’s hungry gaze looming in front of him.

“Don’t hide your reaction,” Lucifer says, the tone between a demand and a plea.

Alastor revels in how he’s not the only one here being so easily undone. Then shirks his head away from the hand, moving it sideways.

“Make me,” he says, trying to keep the words level and controlled despite the tongue inside him seemingly picking up the pace as if to provoke him. “Or kiss me.”

From the corner of his eye, Alastor can see the fire behind Lucifer’s own, and the conflict within, caught between two choices he clearly wants, as he must now either force Alastor to look at him with brute force, or give in to his demands for a kiss.

Alastor doesn’t know which one he’s looking forward to the most.

Then Lucifer lets out a hiss that sounds like surrender, and the hand on his chin drops, only to quickly come back, now wrapping itself on the hair at the back of Alastor’s head.

Alastor laughs to hide a moan as the hand tugs hard, forcing his head back at an angle most would find neck breaking.

With Alastor’s head now perfectly slanted for it, Lucifer surges forward and captures his lips with his own.

Alastor has no intention of being any more pliable than he’s already been; he refuses to allow Lucifer in—or push himself onto him. Instead, Alastor latches onto Lucifer’s bottom lip, teasingly sucking and grazing but refusing to do more, enjoying how desperately Lucifer tries to push past into Alastor’s mouth, or coach Alastor into his.

And then Lucifer dares cheat; a hand grabbing and pulling at Alastor’s tail.

The touch sends a shock wave up Alastor’s spine, and he fails to suffocate a surprised yelp from escaping.

It’s only for a second, but that’s all Lucifer needs, his tongue pushing past Alastor’s lips immediately.

Alastor’s teeth close around the muscle, threatening to cut it off as punishment.

Rather than back off, however, the tip of Lucifer’s tongue dares to purposely go up and impale itself on a particularly sharp tooth, then nudges Alastor’s own tongue with the now bleeding point, as if offering the ichor as penance.

Well, Alastor is quite forgiving, and he laps and sucks at the ichor, no longer trying to bar Lucifer.

Fuck, Lucifer’s ichor alone is enough ambrosia to him. That, alongside the way he’s being handled and now Lucifer’s intrusion inside him twice…Alastor’s head is beginning to spin.

Both tongues are now keeping the same rhythm and movement, yet one stretches while the other dominates him.

The bruising kiss can’t fully muffle the sounds they make, though Alastor can’t tell what belongs to whom.

Then, all too soon both of Lucifer’s tongues are slowing down and retracting.

Alastor’s body nearly betrays him by letting out a pathetically needy noise but he restrains himself; surely this isn’t all there is to it.

His conviction is proven correct when, as soon as Lucifer’s tongue fully leaves his ass, Alastor can sense him shuffling behind him. The hands parting his ass now move to tightly grip Alastor’s hips, as his legs are nudged further apart by knees now settling between his own. The sound of a familiar oil bottle being opened comes next.

A thrum courses through Alastor at what he assumes will happen next, going from his heart and descending, spine tingling and stomach knotting, until it reaches his now aching cock.

Oh, Alastor hadn’t realized he’d become hard at some point.

“Alastor,” the Lucifer in front of him says, and Alastor concentrates on him again. The hand grabbing him by the head is still there—though no longer needing to exert force as Alastor willingly looks at him. Lucifer is no longer leaning down; standing straight up over the bed and—

Aha. Like this, Alastor’s head is level with his stomach.

“Alastor,” Lucifer repeats, hand going back to holding Alastor by the chin. “If you want me to stop. Have your shadow tell me.”

Annoyance flashes through him; why must Lucifer continuously assume Alastor is too feeble to handle what he metes out?

Luckily for Lucifer, however, Alastor has more pressing concerns. Such as teasing him.

“Oh?” he purrs out, “and why wouldn’t I simply use my words to do so?”

He knows why. Cannot fathom being wrong in this regard. So much so that, even as he speaks, Alastor is already shifting; arching his hips up while his torso and above bend down, no longer leaning on his hands but on his elbows now. His head now level with Lucifer’s hard cock just inches in front of him, tip already glistening with precum.

Oh, yes, Alastor knows why. But he wants to—must—hear it from Lucifer.

Gaze leaving the member in front of him and looking up, Alastor is not disappointed; Lucifer’s eyes are half lidded with an intense, burning yearning.

“Because you won’t be able to speak,” Lucifer says, timbre low. “Not with your mouth stuffed full of my cock.”

Alastor’s next witty retort is cut by the hand on his chin now going to the top of his head and grabbing around one of his antlers, while Lucifer’s other hand guides the tip of his cock so close, it brushes Alastor’s lips. And behind him, another cock is flush against his rim.

Alastor doesn’t shy away this time, but nor does he move. Instead, he looks at the cock in front of him, and then up again, raising an eyebrow.

“It was my understanding that I’d be on the menu, not the one feasting. As such, why should I do any work for your satiation? If you want something, take it.” He finishes it by licking his lips with a wet pop, and leaving his mouth just marginally agape.

The results are better than expected.

Lucifer swears, then growls. The hand on Alastor’s head uses his antler as a handle, tilting Alastor’s head into position, as Lucifer’s other hand guides his cock towards Alastor’s mouth and—

Oh.

Stars dance beneath Alastor’s eyelids as Lucifer thrusts both cocks into him. The full length of them breaching him deeply in one fell swoop.

Alastor blinks back to the here and now. Or tries to; the sense of fullness and of being ensnared still leave him half dazed.

Neither Lucifer is moving their lower region, but a thumb draws circles around Alastor’s hip, and another caresses around his antler.

“Alastor…” is said by both Lucifer’s.

That helps ground Alastor through the annoyance he now feels.

He knows that tone; it's the one Lucifer uses when he’s on the brink of succumbing to his own desires, but an unwanted and grating worry for Alastor is holding him back.

Ha, Alastor wants nothing more than to throw Lucifer off that ledge. And he will.

Looking up is no longer an option like this, but nor is it necessary. Alastor makes his feelings known another way; he clenches around the cock in his ass, moving his hips to push it further in, at the same time as he rumbles, tongue coaching the underside of the cock in his mouth.

“Fuck,” is all the warning the Lucifers give him before pulling out all but the tips, then slamming both cocks back in.

They soon set up a steady pace, moving both in and out in perfect synchrony. But despite how rough his initial entrance had been, the rhythm isn’t grueling; closer to slow than anything else.

“Fuck,” Lucifer says as he snaps his hips again and again. “Fuck, Alastor you’re so perfect like this. Every part of you was made to take my cock. You…hng… better tell me now if you don’t want to swallow my cum, or else I’ll make sure to come so deep inside you, your tongue won’t have a taste.”

Alastor replies by—just as Lucifer is pulling out again—clamping down on the head to stall its movement and licking it clean of the leaking precum there. Or trying to; no matter how much he licks, more simply comes out.

Alastor has never experienced the taste of cum before, so he’s unsure if it ought to taste like this; a mixture of salty with a hint of sweetness and fire.

Well, it matters not; the only cum he plans on continuing to have is Lucifer’s. As long as Alastor enjoys the taste, whether it's specific to Lucifer or not is irrelevant.

He makes sure audibly gulp it all down, and relishes how Lucifer moans desperately from two mouths; cocks throbbing.

“Fuck,” Lucifer swears, moving again but with the initial thrusts stuttering before finally managing to get back into a pace. “You fucking want it. Fuck, maybe I should give you a cunt so I have even more holes of yours to fill up at the same time.”

Oh, is that a possibility? Alastor files that for examination later; now is not the time for any form of reflection over how he feels about this newfound prospect.

“Look at you, so willing to get filthy for me. So, ah, obedient too when it comes to my cock. I can’t wait to fill you up until your insides are brimming with my cum.”

The dirty talk is a far cry from last night’s sweet nothings. And yet, both seem equally piercing; getting under Alastor’s skin in ways he can hardly untangle enough to describe.

He jolts as a new sensation comes; of something coiling around his own cock.

Alastor can’t look, but it seems like Lucifer has wrapped his tail around it. However, rather than attempt to jerk it off, the tail merely tightens and loosens its grip in tandem with Lucifer’s motions.

Alastor has to suppress a groan; the feeling of having his cock jerked off had always been more unpleasant than anything else but this…this feels right, if only as part of the whole.

A shiver rolls over every inch of Alastor as Lucifer continues to fuck him. He feels himself softening, not just in body but also in mind.

Haziness encroaches, and the feeling that he’s slowly going under.

And why not? Held as he is like this, Lucifer can continue to thoroughly use him without Alastor needing to do anything…

No.

Alastor wrestles back from the lull he was falling into.

He refuses to fall; not due to the speed of it, but that he’d be doing so alone. Lucifer has to work much harder to earn the right to witness Alastor succumb while he remains barely affected. Last night had already been as much as he could concede anytime soon; a vulnerability that skirted too close to humiliating, save for the awed look Lucifer had given him then.

Yes, if he must fall apart now, then he will drag Lucifer with him. Push him down first.

Incentivized, Alastor finally moves.

He clenches around Lucifer’s cock—the added tightness nearly sending him over again—and his hips begin snapping back and forth, increasing the speed with which it enters him, as well as how deep it goes.

And his mouth is hardly behind; emulating what he could recall Lucifer doing to him yesterday, Alastor hums as he sucks and swirls his tongue around the cock, bobbing his head in tandem with his hips.

“F—Fuck! Alastor, I’m barely holding on as is, if you do that—”

Ah, so it turns out Lucifer had been much further gone than Alastor had presumed. Good to know. Nonetheless, the information merely bolsters his efforts.

Both Lucifers let out a garbled string of sound, as if Alastor had rendered them incoherent.

They thrust into him still in tandem but now erratically, any semblance of control gone.

Lucifer indeed doesn't last. His cock slams into the back of Alastor’s throat twice, and on the third he trembles and—

Knowing Lucifer, Alastor summons his shadow and has it hold the Lucifer in front of him in place; so deep inside him his cock is hitting the back of Alastor’s throat.

Apparently making his intentions to swallow it all fully was too much. With a yelp, Lucifer comes.

Lucifer coming so soon and so desperately, but still pinning Alastor in place as he’s filled up from both ends, finally sends Alastor over the edge.

Pleasure washes over him in waves, coursing through continuously, leaving him shaken and numb.

It subsides just as the string of cum flowing down his throat slows to a trickle then stops.

Alastor had closed his eyes at some point, and leaves them so; listening in to Lucifer’s haggard breathing as he tremulously begins disengaging from Alastor.

While he’d been filled with Lucifer’s cock, the feeling of the stretch and thickness of them had been all encompassing, covering anything else.

But now that both leave him, Alastor begins to sense how wrecked he is.

The sensation in his ass Alastor is by now used to, and the slight tremble in his thigh and arm muscles are but mere inconvenience. The soreness in his jaw is new, however.

But more than that, he feels…odd. Mind spiraling, trying to descend if not to oblivion, to a soft somewhere Alastor isn’t sure of.

He’d felt something akin to this during their game the previous night, but it’s far worse now; amidst the soothing, feathery sensation is something else; felt the moment Lucifer had fully let him go. Alastor feels cold and bereft, mind murky and body not quite listening to him, remaining in his position despite how the tremor in his muscles only increases.

And then there are hands on him. Four of them. Pulling and pushing him softly, and Alastor allows them to move him onto his back, head hitting the pillow.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Lucifer is saying, each kissing the back of one of Alastor’s hands in earnest.

Alastor finally manages to pry his eyes open, secretly relieved; gratefulness is something he can navigate right now. He has no idea how he’d have handled it if Lucifer had dared question if he was alright. Alastor fears he might have broken down, and shown a facet he’d find humiliating when his mind is once again stable.

“No need to thank me,” he rasps out, voice so hoarse it nearly gives out. Had he been making a lot of noise before? “It was quite the fascinating little experiment.”

More than just fascinating, really. To the point Alastor looks forward to a redo. Just…not too soon.

There’s far too much relief on Lucifer’s face as he hears the answer, and Alastor can’t help but wonder if it’s just Lucifer’s usual fretting, or if any of his vulnerability is on show.

Alastor has no time to reflect, as one Lucifer starts fading.

“No, none of that,” Alastor snaps, grabbing him.

“We’re both the same,” Lucifer says, as if Alastor needs reminding.

Alastor huffs. “If I thought you weren’t, this wouldn’t have happened. I have two arms and two sides. Now come here, both of you. Like this I can pretend for a spell that I have someone of regular stature in my hold.”

Lucifer doesn’t call him out on the nonsensical claim, nor does he retort over the insult to his size, as he usually does.

Instead, he dives right into Alastor’s arms as if fearing the offer has a time limit. Both rest their heads on Alastor’s shoulders and wrap their hands around his torso, tails wagging like excited dogs.

All the lingering unease and discomfort from early finally dissipate. Alastor lets out a sigh and his arms encircle Lucifer’s bodies.

“I’ll allow you to remain like this for a while,” he says magnanimously. It’s hardly a lie; it’s but an insignificant detail that he’s allowing it due to his own desires to stay like this. “After which, I intend to bathe.” Lucifer had, as usual, cleaned them both and the sheets beside, but Alastor found the soothing act of bathing couldn’t be substituted by it.

“Hmm,” Lucifer says in agreement.

Alastor belatedly remembers to whom he’s speaking to. “Only to bathe.”

“...Right!”

That pause doesn’t go unnoticed. Alastor sighs again. This time, he might have to refuse any advances and go tell Lucifer to take care of himself. Afterall, he surely has no issues coming by touching himself, unlike Alastor.

…And there are two Lucifers here…

Hmm, Alastor ponders how Lucifer might react to being told to ‘go fuck himself’ in a very literal sense. In front of Alastor, of course.

“Alastor?” Lucifer says tentatively. The hesitation spells trouble.

“Yes?”

“What you said, about how you wouldn’t have done this if it hadn’t been me both ways…did you…you meant that, right?”

Ha. The fear and hope in Lucifer’s voice is so clear, there’s no room for misunderstanding.

Another time, Alastor might have replied with an obvious provocation, but luckily for Lucifer, he’s feeling far too tired and too satisfied to ruin the mood.

“I may have been very benevolent thus far in grating your every sexual whim, but even I have limits. I will only permit another body to join us in bed if it’s for slaughtering and eating.”

Alastor pauses to let that sink in before he continues, but Lucifer takes over the silence.

“Good,” he says in unison, sounding genuinely relieved as two faces are buried in the crook of Alastor’s neck. “Because I wasn’t planning on sharing. You’ve lost out on fucking—or getting fucked by—anyone else. Now only I get to do it, for eternity.”

…

The warning and threat Alastor had been planning to finish with are stuck behind a sudden lump in his throat.

A thrill courses through Alastor, and he curses Lucifer for saying such a thing; how is he supposed to drift off to sleep now?

Despite his worry, sleep doesn’t elude him, and soon he falls, anchored by Lucifer’s warmth.

Notes:

Originally had something else planned for the second part but, well, I felt the whole thing being double Lucifer fit more.

I hope you guys enjoyed the meal!1

There's fanart for ch1 now, go check it out in the notes!