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"What do you think you're doing?" Alastor asks, stepping into the warm, low lighting of the homely living area. His tone carries the slightest hint of condescension as he approaches where Vox is kneeling before an old-fashioned 1970s television set.
"Putting on a Rankin-Bass special. They’re classics." Vox throws over his shoulder like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
"Hmm... no. I thought we could decorate with some seasonal tunes rather than the noise of that chatterbox."
"What?!” Vox asks incredulously, standing upright to face Alastor. “Nothing beats decorating the tree with one of the old claymations... Look. I even picked out Rudolph, just for you.” Vox's tone turns performatively sweet in a mockery of authentic domestic partnership.
Alastor hums, unimpressed. "I liked the creature better when he was only a song... Nevertheless," With a flourish, Alastor taps his staff atop the TV, shutting it off. "The two of you will be distracted, leaving me to do all the work, and while I do have the best eye for interior decor, I've got other matters on my plate today and refuse to babysit you pair of overgrown toddlers again."
"Oh yeah?" Vox's attitude shifts to skepticism at the television going dark. Cocking his hip to the side and placing a hand on it, he raises an eyebrow at Alastor. "Like what? Ransacking Whoville to steal Christmas, you Grinch?"
Alastor smiles indulgently at the barb, in the background, the low, resounding tune of 'You're a mean one Mr...' crackles from the radio. Rather than engage further, he begins walking away to busy himself with preparations.
"Oh hardy-har." Vox is barely a step behind. "You know, it wouldn't kill ya to at least try watching a film one of these days."
"Perhaps... but it very well may be a fate worse than death, and besides, if I don't leave the two of you to rot your brains in front of the screen from time to time, when will I ever be able to seek the company of the only one around here with any class and poise?"
"You talking about yourself?"
"Precisely." Alastor's patronizing is emphasized by the applause of a static studio audience. "Well done, chap. Maybe there's still some brain left to leak out your ears yet!"
Vox frowns. "You don't always have to be such a prick. At least Lu and I show interest in each other's hobbies."
"And that's quite good for the two of you, but I will not feign intrigue in the prattle on the screen or rubber duck engineering. I much prefer authentic interest when it's earned. From what I gather, it's much more appreciated than anything so disingenuous, no?" Alastor pauses his rummaging around in a large box of decorations to pose the question with a raised eyebrow.
"Some might say showing interest in your partners' interests is a genuine display, whether you enjoy it or not." Vox grumbles, distracted by the view of Alastor bent slightly at the hips, digging through the overflowing box.
"Mmmm... And some say the Earth is flat. What are we getting at here, dear?" Alastor steps away from the box, an assortment of holiday trinkets in tow.
Vox follows, doing his part by grabbing a festive table runner with more force than necessary, cords flying from his person to remove the objects from a random accent table to allow him to place down the cloth as he continues in Alastor’s general direction. "Forget it, Al. We'll listen to your little tunes and deck the halls like it's wartime rather than the 21st century."
"Splendid!"
"I just think it's funny that-"
Alastor immediately rolls his eyes with an exacerbated sigh. He moves on to placing little knick-knacks on various surfaces in the cozy living space, not so subtly turning up the radio volume until You're a Mean One, Mr. Grinch is nearly drowning Vox out.
"- and you call us the toddlers? With that bratty behavior of yours?" Vox is practically shouting to be heard over the music.
"Is there anyone else around here that consumes far too many hours of TV, coddles their pet shark, or plays with children's toys?" Alastor's voice appears to float over the music’s volume with ease.
"That's not fair, don't take shots at Lu when he's not here to defend himself."
Alastor simply laughs. "Ah, yes, hiding behind him once again. Maybe you should be more concerned about not using Lucifer as a shield when he's not even here to defend you..."
"The Hell? I wasn't-"
Too absorbed in their bickering, neither notice Lucifer peek his head around the corner of the archway leading into the adjoining kitchen space at the sound of his name. The man watches, curiously, with a touch of fond exacerbation, as the two go back and forth.
Eventually, he huffs an amused sigh, shaking his head at their nonsense as he wipes his messy hands on his festive ‘Duck the Halls' apron. Stepping around the divide, he saunters over with a light dusting of flour, baking soda, and who knows what else coating his sweater, and hair, and face...
He doesn’t hesitate to step right between them.
"Fellas, fellahhs, please," Lucifer delivers the line with a soft chuckle and self-assured grin, holding up his hands between them as if a referee stalling their impending match.
"Don't fight over me, it's not in the holiday spirit. This is the season of giving." His grin stretches wider, lecherous.
"And there's plenty of me to go around..."
Vox and Alastor immediately stop their snips to shoot Lucifer dual blank stares.
Lucifer continues, oblivious to their confusion. "Now I know I've been spending far too much time baking and neglecting the two of you... But I promise, once I've perfected this last recipe, we'll all have a nice, snuggly evening by the fire, hmm? Maybe I'll even throw in an extra treat if you two behave."
Lucifer waggles his eyebrows with a suggestive smirk.
"Actually, darling, no one was really even talking about you, let alone-"
"Now, now, Alastor..." Vox interrupts with a swatting hand in Alastor's direction as he shoots a crooked grin down at Lu. "Let our sweet baker continue his proposition. What was this about a treat?"
"It's no wonder your brains are melted with the way the two of you only think with your dicks..." Alastor grumbles low enough to be heard, but not acknowledged as part of the conversation, as the other two size each other up head to toe.
“It’ll have to be a secret until you earn it.” Lucifer purrs, pursing his lips and placing a single finger over them in a shhh gesture, throwing in an overly flirtatious wink for good measure.
“To put up with Al’s lovely nagging?” Vox questions with a step closer to Lucifer, nearly backing him right into Alastor, who doesn’t bother moving a muscle. “It’d better be worth it.”
An excited trill shivers up Lucifer’s back. “Have I ever underdelivered on a promise?”
“Hmm…”
Lucifer immediately scowls at the dual skepticism coming from both sides.
Lucifer gives an affronted gasp. “Alright, keep this up and you’ll get nothing.”
Vox chuckles, “Don’t be so cold, Luci. Maybe we just need a little sample to tide us over and incentivize our cooperation?” Vox wagers with a grin, leaning closer.
For a moment Lucifer pauses, gaze locked on Vox’s as he looms closer until Lucifer is subconsciously leaning back directly into Alastor, snapping him out of the trance with a shake of his head. “Oh no you don’t.” Lucifer raises his hands to press against Vox’s chest, halting his descent. “You try pulling this shit again and nothing will get done today.”
“Now, now darling…” Lucifer nearly startles at the hand on his shoulder accompanying Alastor’s voice behind him. “It’s in the holiday spirit,” Alastor’s other hand comes around to tilt Lucifer’s chin up towards the ceiling where Lucifer spots a small, green-leafed, white-berried stem dangling from a familiar black tentacle. “You wouldn’t go and dampen our enthusiasm. Would you?”
Vox hums his agreement, nodding sagely and wishing he could high-five Alastor. “Without some form of deposit, how can we count on it? Al and I might just tear the place apart without you.” One of Vox’s own hands comes to rest on the elbow of Alastor’s arm on Lucifer’s shoulder, quickly enclosing their smallest counterpart.
“One minute.” Lucifer decides with a long-suffering sigh. “If you two make me burn my cookies again then you’ll get nothing but coal tonight.”
“It’s a deal.” Alastor and Vox purr in unison, sharing a look before descending upon Lucifer.
As luck would have it, the trio managed to keep their mid-day shenanigans to a minimum. Allowing Lucifer plenty of time to finish his baking while the other two got much of the decorating finished.
When he does finally emerge from the kitchen, Lucifer’s heart swells at the sight before him: Vox and Alastor relaxing on the rug, bathed in the flickering firelight. The former tapping away absently on his phone, shoulder pressed comfortably against Alastor’s arm, who is flipping through some Charles Dickens or some equally as ancient shit. They’re nestled in a mound of blankets and pillows, backlit by the soft, golden lights on the tree.
Lucifer almost doesn’t want to interrupt the tranquil scene, but he also can’t wait to join it.
“Your treat, my fine, fine gentlemen.” Lucifer’s voice rings out performatively, announcing his presence with the accompanying scent of gingerbread, hot cocoa and freshly baked cookies. He presents the tray with a flourish as he kneels down into the center of the intricately made nest of holiday pillows, throw blankets, and his lovers before the crackling fire. He grins, appreciating how soft and inviting the scene is with them both in festive sweaters not unlike his own and, even more shockingly, not bickering for once.
Both place aside their respective distractions at Lucifer’s arrival, Vox straightening up a bit as he eyes the tray as if it personally dismantled Shockwave’s motherboard. “Not to sound ungrateful… but this isn’t what I imagined when you said ‘treat’ earlier, Luci…”
“It’s not?” Lucifer tilts his head, placing the tray down onto the rug and eyeing it with a puzzled frown. “Knew I should’ve added some fruitcake.”
Alastor snorts, accustomed to their little game. He takes his hot cocoa from the tray with grace, pleased when he smells traces of Jameson in the mix.
“Hmmm…” Vox crosses one arm over his middle, the other bringing a hand up to rest beneath his mouth as he also ponders the conundrum of the tray of treats. “No, that’s not it. I’d say this gathering is fruity enough…”
“I’ve got to say, I don’t see why the two of you insist on doing this little... number so often…”
Vox drops the act, cooing condescendingly. “That’s because you don’t appreciate the art of roleplay, my naive, innocent, little fawn.”
Alastor rolls his eyes at Vox’s response. “Clearly our ideas of ‘art’ vary quite dramatically...”
“Oh? You don’t think our little angel right here is a work of art?”
Lucifer perks up at the attention, back straightening, lashes fluttering, as he peers up at Alastor while slowly sliding a thick candy cane from the assortment between his wet lips.
“No.”
This time it’s Vox who snorts at the abrupt dismissal, his mirth turning into a chuckle as Lucifer retaliates, his angelic expression quickly morphing into an annoyed growl as he leans closer to Alastor, looking ready to throttle him by the collar.
“Screw you too, Heat Miser, you wouldn’t know art if it smacked you upside the head.”
“Ah, well, you would know about taking too many hits to the head, considering there are few other explanations for your own derangement.”
“Oh yeah? Keep talkin,’ Rudy. I slave away over a hot oven all day for you and this is the thanks I get? You ungrateful-”
“These took you all day?” Alastor interrupts, retrieving a cookie from the tray and eyeing it like a world-class food critic. “Goodness, my dear. I’m afraid you’ve lost your touch.”
Vox’s cords shoot out to catch Lucifer around the waist just in time as he makes a lunge for Alastor. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Settle down, children. Settle down. We agreed on no domestic violence until after the holidays.”
He retracts his cables with Lucifer in tow until the smaller man is settled right into his lap, arms crossed over his chest and glare still very much pointed at Alastor.
“I don't remember being particularly thrilled about this truce.”
“You’re the one who suggested it!”
“Yeah, well, that was before our resident, festively colored dildo decided to start shit.” Lucifer flips Alastor off and is met with the demon performatively summoning his powers just to char the cookie in his hand.
“Mmm,” Vox hums diplomatically, before continuing conspiratorially. “Well, you do know the best way to get back at him, yeah?”
“Uhh, taking a sledge-hammer to every radio in a 30-mile radius?”
“N- well…” Vox seriously considers Lucifer’s suggestion for a moment before shaking his head. “No.”
“Being subjected to you both struggling to use that singular brain cell of yours is surely retaliation enough?” Alastor reopens the book in his lap, allocating half of his attention to it.
Rather than acknowledge Alastor's barb, Vox continues to Lucifer, "I was thinking we could get back to our originally scheduled entertainment for the evening…” He murmurs, hands coming to massage Lucifer’s shoulders in an attempt to rub away the tension.
“But what about this delightful smorgasbord I just prepared?” Lucifer looks to the decadent tray almost mournfully.
“Luci sweetie, baby. You’re still covered in sugar and dough yourself. I’ll just take you as my treat. Besides, none of that can be as sweet as you.” Vox purrs into the shell of Lucifer’s ear.
“I feel as though I’m in one of your trashy, B-rate Hallmark films when you insist on acting like this…”
“Well, let’s change that then so you can feel like we’re in one of Val’s trashy, low-rate films, if you know what I’m saying…”
“Yes, you’re not subtle, it’s quite clear what you’re insinuating without you spelling it out.”
Vox returns to addressing Lucifer once again in a performatively loud whisper and head jerk in Alastor's direction. “I think we ought to get him a reindeer-carrot themed gag to match your apple one, babe. I can’t imagine he’s running his mouth for any reason other than to have it plugged.”
Lucifer snickers in agreement. “Gotta say, that’s probably one of your best ideas yet. Although… let’s save it for another time. I have other plans for that mouth tonight.”
“Oh-ho-ho? You don’t say? Well, stop keeping us in suspense, you little tease,” Vox coos, jostling Lucifer in his hold, “and share your ideas with the class.”
“Oh I think it’ll become pretty clear as the night unfolds. For now, just keep doing exactly what you’re doing, dear sugarplum-television-fairy.” Lucifer groans with a roll of his shoulders beneath Vox’s grip, stretching his neck from side to side. “These old bones aren’t what they used to be.”
“I beg to differ. I’m sure you’re just as limber as ever.” Vox purrs, thumbs migrating lower to dig into the knotted muscles beneath Lucifer’s shoulder blades, wringing out a pleased hum.
“You want in on this massage train, Bambs?” Lucifer calls to Alastor, raising his hands in front of him to mimic massaging motions.
“Ahh, no. I just got to the graveyard scene and am enthralled with Ebenezer's despair; it’s so rich it’s practically palpable. Can’t pull myself away just yet.” Alastor waves the novella in one hand in emphasis as he sips from his mug.
“We’ll leave you to your smut, Al." Vox responds. "Sounds like that’ll get your gears goin’ all on its own.”
“Maybe that’s the roleplay we should’ve gone with… You’d make an excellent Jacob Marley to Al’s Scrooge.”
Vox grimaces at the business partner analogy, though he doubts Lu even realizes the memories he could be dredging up. “And you’d make the perfect Ghost of Christmas Future, you little sadist. Now quit it before you get too close to home with some of these castings.”
“You mean the Ghost of Christmas ‘Yet to Come’ as the original texts say?” Lucifer points out cheekily, pleased with his innuendo, before shivering as if passed over by a dark omen. “Actually, you’re right… these castings are a scary premonition.”
“Fret not, my dear angelic maiden. I’ll ensure such a heinous destiny is not in your future.” Vox speaks in a performative bravado, his hands having made their way down the muscles lining Lucifer’s spine to knead now at the small of his back, tactfully targeting sensitive areas he’s long since memorized.
“Mmmm, my knight in shining armor.” Lucifer swoons, straightening and arching his back into Vox’s actions. “Whatever would I do on these cold, cold winter nights without you?”
Vox’s hands come to wrap almost entirely around Lucifer’s hips, thumbs circling in steady motions as he presses into the frequently abused area of Lucifer’s lower back. “Guess we’ll never know, my liege. As, fortunately, I am here and this knight’s body and blade are fully at your service to wield as suits you.”
An obnoxiously loud snort, quickly attempted to be covered by a softer cough, draws both Lucifer and Vox’s attention over to Alastor.
The demon is biting his lip, the corners of his mouth trembling with poorly contained laughter as he continues to stare determinedly at his book. Feeling the eyes on him, he glances at the other two and cannot control the laugh that falls freely from his lips. “My apologies, dears, but this ridiculously corny dialogue cannot be what ‘does it’ for you? The absurdity of it is already making me rethink my association with you both.”
Lucifer scoffs. “Oh, sorry, does our cheesy, over-the-top scene not get you hot and bothered? Doesn't get your deer bits raging and ready to go the way gore and existential crises do? Would you prefer we put on a little snuff film for you?”
“By all means, it’s certainly worth a shot.” Alastor shrugs with a grin and a grand, sweeping gesture of his hand to encourage the show. He then continues with a slight coo in his voice. “As much as it would pain me to see one of you brutalized to such a point.”
Alastor’s mockery is met with prolonged, unamused stares until Lucifer cranes his neck to look back and up at Vox with a mischievous grin. “Y’know, I actually think we weren’t being corny enough.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Vox matches the other’s devious smirk.
Lucifer promptly clambers to turn himself around in Vox’s lap until he’s facing the demon, hands landing on his shoulders. “Now, what was that you were saying about warming me up, my big… strong… weirdly-amphibious-despite-being-one-large-electrical-unit, man?” Lucifer coos with a pout to his lips, raising his face closer to Vox’s.
“Well, my cherub-faced, porcelain-doll, sugarcane sweetie,” Vox drawls, just as insufferably, as one hand resettles on Lucifer’s hip, toying with the hem of his sweater while the other comes to cup his cheek. “I was dedicating myself to satisfying your needs.” A clawed hand slips beneath Lucifer’s sweater, making the man shiver at the cool touch. “Whether they be body-temperature related, or otherwise... Your comfort is my top priority.”
“What a selfless, soul, pledging himself to others in their time of need. Truly the embodiment of the seasonal spirit.” Lucifer shivers as Vox’s fingers climb higher, hand grasping near his ribcage as his thumb brushes over one of his nipples. “If only there was something I could do to express my gratitude in return.” Lucifer’s words are practically murmured against Vox’s screen.
“You’re a resourceful man, I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” Vox responds with a glint in his eye, unintentionally dropping character as he becomes too wrapped up in closing the distance between their lips and swallowing the moan that leaves Lucifer as he swipes once more over the smaller man’s nipple.
Not that Lucifer minds. He wraps his arms fully around Vox’s neck, hugging him closer and deepening the kiss, all fake character pretenses forgotten as they lazily enjoy each other's affection.
Vox’s hand continues to pet and stroke along Lucifer’s skin. He goes from lightly trailing the tips of his claws up the length of Lucifer’s back, raising goosebumps in his wake, to returning once more to one nipple, tweaking it between his fingers before moving to the other.
Lucifer responds deliciously, releasing eager sounds of contentment as his own hands rake down the front of Vox’s chest before slipping beneath the thick cloth of his sweater and wrapping up around his back.
Vox surges forward, enthusiasm spiking when Lucifer digs his claws into his back. He slips his tongue between Lucifer’s lips, the other all too eager to meet the action, clutching tighter to Vox as their gropes and touches grow more frantic.
Vox’s hand travels lower, coming to cup Lucifer through his soft, Santa pants, but his eyebrows furrow at what he finds. Or rather, what he doesn’t find. “What the…?”
He wastes no time or tact, immediately gripping the waistband of Lucifer’s pants and tugging them wide to leave the region below on full display.
Lucifer gasps, as if shocked himself, eyes blinking wide with surprise down at the place where usually there is his penis has suddenly been replaced with a slick, pink pussy. "Why... It's a Christmas miracle!"
It takes Vox a surprisingly short time to recover. His bewilderment is quickly replaced with an excited, wolfish grin. "I'll say, it's been so fucking long since I've tasted pussy." He says, practically drooling at the sight.
Before he can respond, Lucifer is promptly thrown from Vox’s lap, landing on his back in the pile of pillows and blankets close enough to jostle Alastor whose attention was apparently waning from his reading if the lingering side eye was anything to go by.
“You’re the type to just tear your gifts open and crack into ‘em right away, huh?” Lucifer asks with a grin, watching as Vox rips his pants down and off his legs, tossing them aside, before crawling into the space between his legs.
“You bet your sweet, pert ass I am. Especially when they’re as fantastic as this.” Vox’s hands grip the underside of Lucifer’s thighs, thumbs digging into the flesh of his inner thighs as he spreads them wide, nearly salivating just at the sight.
“You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Lu. Have I ever mentioned how much I fucking love your shapeshifting abilities?”
“You could always mention it more,” Lucifer responds with a cocky smirk, wiggling his hips slightly to entice the other further.
“I’d rather show my appreciation, I think.” Vox’s voice is low, eyes trained on the feast inches from his face as he adjusts one hand to lightly trail his thumb up the center of the damp folds. He pauses once he reaches the top, thumb delicately circling Lucifer’s clit.
“Heh…” Lucifer huffs a laugh, the first hints of breathlessness creeping into his voice. “Never imagined you the sort to be so gentle with it. Save all your ‘gentlemanly’ qualities for these parts exclusively?”
“Why, Lucifer, I am a gentleman.”
Lucifer sucks in a breath of air as Vox presses down just a bit harder, enough to send sparks flying across his skin before pulling away only to trace downwards again. His touch remains almost infuriatingly soft as he lets his thumb drag along smooth skin. All the way down and back up again. A slow, steady circle or two before repeating the routine. Every so often, he makes sure to apply just a bit more pressure to the sensitive nub, eventually even tapping into his abilities to send some extra sparks, almost like vibrations, through the tip of thumb onto Lucifer’s clit.
“Mmmnn-” Lucifer’s back arches sharply at that, breath more labored now as Vox’s path has grown considerably more slick. Lucifer reaches a hand down to curl his fingers around the edge of Vox’s screen. “A- alright, you’ve made your point…keep going at this pace and we’ll be here until New Year's, and I wanna show Al the ropes a bit sooner than that."
Vox glances up for the first time since he’s set his eyes on Lucifer’s cunt, pleased to see the man splayed back on a mound of pillows and blankets, chest heaving slightly with a heavy flush across his cheeks. He’s even more pleased to see they now apparently have Alastor’s undivided attention if the closed book on the nearby coffee table and the way Lucifer’s other hand has a death grip on one of Alastor’s while the demon absently pets through his hair, gaze fixed on Vox between his legs is anything to go by.
Vox lets a smug grin stretch across his face, eyes trained on Alastor as he slowly dips between spread legs. "Watch a master at work… Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two."
Alastor makes a noncommittal hum of acknowledgment, but Lucifer tugs sharply at Vox's antenna and reprimands, "I'll be the judge of that..."
Vox’s grin only grows wider, “I think you’ll find I’m right…” His gaze meets Lucifer’s challenge for a moment longer before he can no longer resist the temptation laid before him.
He starts delicately in this way too. His tongue licks up the center of Lucifer’s folds in a long, slow swipe, once again paying extra attention to his clit as he reaches the top. Placing first a gentle kiss to the sensitive spot- an action that already has Lucifer’s hips jolting upwards- he quickly follows up with circling the area with the tip of his tongue. He pauses the motion to then lap at the spot in quick, precise movements, eventually relenting to Lucifer’s sounds of frustration and applying a bit more pressure.
Burying his face closer, he delivers tender open-mouth kisses. His actions are still practically a tease as he manages to toe the line of just light enough to leave Lucifer nearly shaking, begging for more, but still enough to have his toes curling. Vox trades out his thumb, ghosting along Lucifer’s folds, for two fingers. They trace up, favoring one lip, and drag back down along the other, creating a taunting, circular route as his mouth and tongue slowly, but steadily, provide more pressure higher up.
At the feeling of Lucifer’s fingers gripping tighter and tugging the edge of his screen and the short, agitated puffs leaving his lips, Vox finally supplies more. He can’t help but grin as Lucifer’s hips pulse in short, needy spurts, impressed that the other has held back from demanding more given how coated in the other’s need Vox’s fingers already are without even having pressed inside yet.
Pulling back to glance up again with a wicked glint in his eye, Vox’s breath hits Lucifer’s clit in hot waves as he just barely lets the tips of his fingers press inside, just past his folds, still teasing the outer walls of his cunt. “So, what’s my scoring so far, judge?”
Lucifer rolls his eyes, but his hips give a small jerk upwards, desperately seeking more friction. Vox’s cords immediately fly out to wrap around Lucifer’s hips and keep them planted against the blankets. “You- huh- your opening is satisfactory, but unless you get to the main act soon, you’ll risk losing the favor of your audience.”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we? I always aim to be a crowd pleaser, there's never a time when an encore isn't demanded...”
Without further quips, Vox dives back in. He presses his tongue flat against Lucifer’s clit now, providing longer, rougher strokes, his fingers pressing in just past the walls of Lucifer’s cunt, moaning as the other clamps down around him seemingly without realizing it.
Lucifer echoes the moan, back bowing a bit more as Vox presses in. Simultaneously, he shifts techniques against Lucifer’s clit, enclosing it completely with his mouth and sucking hard as he finally drives his fingers all the way in. Pleased with the slick beginning to drip down his hand, Vox curls his fingers, rubbing along Lucifer’s inner walls, searching.
It doesn’t take long. Encouraged by Lucifer’s restless movements and intoxicating sounds, Vox picks up the pace. He manages to find the spot inside Lucifer that’ll drive him wild, targeting it as he switches between sucking, lapping, and circling Lucifer’s clit.
He groans as more of Lucifer’s taste drips from him, flooding his senses. “Damn, Luci baby. Did ya put any of that dough inside you? You taste like a goddamn confectionery." Vox mutters hotly, muffled slightly by damp skin.
Not caring about a response, he resumes, fingers curling and pressing harder as Lucifer’s walls flutter around him, mouth and tongue working double-time, all building towards the same goal. He eventually glances up again and suddenly it makes so much sense why Lucifer isn’t running his mouth.
Vox groans deeply, shuddering at the sight before him. Lucifer, back propped up on a few pillows, has his head turned to the side, lips stretched wide around Alastor’s cock as the other is kneeling beside his head, hand still carding through golden hair.
“Finally decided to join in the reindeer games, eh, Rudolph?” Vox can’t help but remark, parting from Lucifer’s cunt only long enough to deliver the snark.
“Is now really the time for your tacky puns?”
“Always time to make ‘em laugh, sweetheart.” Vox bites back with a wink, feeling oddly giddy now that it was all three of them in full swing.
Lucifer apparently didn’t share the sentiment, gripping Vox’s antenna and yanking roughly while rolling his hips to pointedly remind him of the task at hand.
Vox is all too happy to oblige, returning once more to slide his tongue and fingers along and inside Lucifer, though much more distracted now. He can’t help stealing glances back up at the display, taking in how Lucifer’s movements are almost lazy, unrushed as his head bobs along the length of Alastor’s shaft. Moreso, it’s Alastor, slacks still on, fly undone only enough to release his arousal while he maintains a steady hold in Lucifer’s hair. He pumps his hips with a languid ease that suggests this is all little more than a matter of Sunday brunch rather than being consumed with the burning need Vox feels quickly enveloping himself.
He tries to focus, but he knows his ministrations are growing sloppy, uncoordinated. Vox peers up more and more frequently, his own arousal becoming almost painful at the taste and scent of Lucifer, at the sight of them both.
“Alright, gentlemen, time to up the ante.” Vox rises onto his knees and lowers the elastic waistband of his sweatpants enough to slip his own cock free. He shuffles closer, gripping the base of his length firmly as his heated gaze drags across the bodies of his lovers.
“Ah, ah.” Alastor tuts as Vox gets too close to jumping the gun. “Weren’t you supposed to be teaching me?” He levels Vox with a stern gaze. “Allow me to test my observations...”
Vox grumbles unintelligibly, squeezing his fist once more around his aching cock and nearly argues, but manages to hold himself back. “Yeah, yeah,” He concedes, not too happily, until his focus shifts to Lucifer’s lips, red and puffy from irritation, sliding off Alastor with a pop. “So long as there’s more where that came from...”
Lucifer’s eyes slide lazily to Vox beneath heavy eyelids as he watches him and Alastor trade places. “I suppose you’ve earned it…” His grin grows lewdly. “Besides, you know my talents are always at your disposal, big boy.”
Lucifer wraps one palm around Vox’s cock as he comes to kneel in Alastor’s place. “Let’s see if you’re as good a teacher as you are in action. We know our Al is a natural, but coach him through it if he needs any assistance, yeah?”
“Happily.” Vox purrs, gaze locking in on Alastor settling between Lucifer’s thighs. His hips jerk with a start when Lucifer’s tongue suddenly snakes around the head of his cock, eyes flying back to the little trickster, hands quickly fisting in tousled hair.
Lucifer smirks at the startled reaction. “Careful now, you can multitask, can’t cha? Otherwise I’ll have to focus my attention on training rather than attending to you.”
Vox chuckles darkly. “I’ve got it covered. Now let’s plug that pretty little mouth of yours, you’re getting too cocky.”
“Hah! ‘Too cocky’, eh? In that case mmmph-”
Vox silences Lucifer’s undoubtedly embarrassing retort with a quick thrust of his length between pouty lips. He grins as Lucifer’s eyes immediately flutter closed, moaning around the cock in his mouth, snark forgotten as his cheeks hollow and he performs the deed like he was made for it.
“There you go.” He pets the side of Lucifer’s face. “Damn, you’re always so perfect at this. Bet your mouth almost feels better than any cunt could anyways.”
Lucifer makes an appreciative sound at that, swallowing Vox down to the back of his throat with another contented groan. Vox’s fingers grip tighter, releasing a pleasured hiss through his teeth as he holds himself there, pumping deeper, just barely into the tight ring of Lucifer’s throat before letting up enough for the other to breathe again.
It’s a familiar, delicious routine he can partake in without too much thought, so he lets his gaze travel down Lucifer’s form, lingering over where his sweater is bunched up at his chest, lungs heaving slightly between breaks from Vox blocking his airways. He continues further down, to where Lucifer’s abdomen twitches, likely in reaction to whatever Alastor is up to between his legs.
Vox sets his sights on Alastor, watching as the other has wasted no time in trying to out perform Vox, but what else is new?
That smug, ever-present smile is in full effect as Alastor rams his tongue deep and unrelenting into Lucifer’s cunt. His tentacles already out, one coiled tightly around each thigh, keeping them spread and pressed back closer to Lucifer’s sides, leaving him with full, unobstructed access as he consumes.
Certainly no stranger to human consumption, Alastor seems to be in his element. His actions are more… enthusiastic, though likely sacrificing tact. Lucifer doesn’t seem to mind, hips fighting to rut against Alastor, but the other demon halts the motions with a firm arm planted over his hips, forcing them still while the other wraps up around one of Lucifer’s thighs so his hand can reach down from between his legs, fingers pinching and toying with his clit.
Lucifer whines around Vox’s cock, brows furrowed as drool leaks from the corners of his mouth, dribbling down his chin. Apparently Alastor’s enthusiasm is contagious.
“Fuck…” Vox swears under his breath, sounding more like an oath as he wonders, not for the first time, how he ended up in such a perfect afterlife.
He feels his cock twitch as he fucks into Lucifer’s throat with enough force to cause the other to splutter a bit.
“Sh-shit-” Vox quickly pulls back, breath ragged as Lucifer comes off of him altogether. He coughs slightly, tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
“Why’d you stop?” Lucifer wheezes once he’s found his voice, as scratchy and raw as it is.
“Uhh... Because you were choking on my dick?”
“Ah, so our average Tuesday?” Lucifer jokes with a sly grin, but before Vox can respond, he continues. “Nah, good timing though. I’ve got a message for sir-eats-a-lot.” He pitches his voice slightly louder. “Hey Al, be a dear while you’re down there and prepare both erm… holes, will ya?”
Alastor’s ears flatten for just a moment at being told what to do, but he concedes after glancing up at the vision of Lucifer’s decline; face flushed, lips bruised, chest glistening and heaving and an entrance so slick Alastor would almost be concerned if the other two weren’t acting like it’s the most natural thing.
“Seems like you were pretty close to blowing your load there.” Lucifer pants, tone mischievous, his attention back on Vox. “Wanna go help Al out so we’re all on more equal footing?"
Vox pauses at the dilemma, cock twitching as he wars between continuing to face-fuck Lucifer despite running the risk of ending much of his participation too soon, or getting his hands on Alastor…
Without further ado, he leans down, placing a lingering, gentle kiss to Lucifer’s sweaty temple before turning towards Alastor, ignoring Lucifer’s breathless snickering at Vox’s quick decision.
He sidles up beside the other sinner still between Lucifer’s legs and tries not to get distracted at the sight of Alastor already working two fingers into Lucifer’s asshole while his tongue continues to diligently lap and fuck into Lucifer’s cunt.
“Looks like you didn’t need any coaching after all…” Vox remarks, breathing still a bit labored, especially with the sight so close.
“It’s not as though I’m not a complete novice. The mechanics are much the same, no?” As if to prove his point, Alastor migrates lower, slipping his fingers from Lucifer to let his tongue circle the rim of his ass before plunging inside, forcing a choked gasp from Lucifer at the unexpected action.
Vox chuckles, “I think many would argue against that… but you do seem to have a system down.” His grin grows sharper, eyes lidded. “Since you’re so dedicated to your task, how about we relieve some of your tension too?” Vox murmurs as he reaches to grip Alastor’s hip, coaxing him from lying flat on his stomach between Lucifer’s legs into a position where he’s resting more on his flank.
Alastor says nothing, busy dutifully working Lucifer open, but let’s Vox maneuver him, which Vox takes as a good sign. Even more so when Alastor’s cock jumps at Vox’s palm enclosing it.
Vox nearly groans at the feel of the velvety shaft, working it over with steady, sure pumps, encouraged when it twitches in his grasp as he squeezes and twists his grip slightly at the head.
Vox watches as Alastor remains poised, doing little to acknowledge or even let on that Vox’s touch is affecting him, but Vox has long since learned the other demon’s tells. He recognizes the slight furrow forming in his brow as Vox grazes a cord down along his balls, the twitch of his cock and aborted thrust of his hips when Vox pauses at the top of one stroke, thumb circling the head of Alastor’s length before pressing firmly against the slit.
He’s a tough fuckin’ cookie to crack, but Vox is nothing if not an expert at finding what makes Alastor tick. Vox grins as he manages to wring a quiet groan from his subject, causing Alastor to pull back from burying his face in Lucifer’s cunt long enough to exhale a shuddering breath.
“What do you think you’re doing? Can’t stop now, Al.” Vox goads. “We were so close to seeing an angel get his wings.”
A wet, ragged chuckle echoes above them. “Can you not analogize my orgasms to It's a Wonderful Life? A guy pops out his wings one time, and suddenly it’s all anyone talks about...”
Alastor channels his crumbling resolve into rendering his own target even worse. Diving back in to roughly suck Lucifer’s clit between his lips, three slicked fingers now resuming their work to stretch Lucifer wide.
Lucifer releases a sharp, keening sound as Alastor toys with the bundle of nerves gently between his teeth, hips stuttering, as his hands grasp at Alastor’s hair and ears, his tight grip almost cautious and warning, as if daring Alastor to make one wrong move.
Vox huffs a needy exhale of his own, feeling his arousal growing painful again, its neglect juxtaposed against his fist pumping Alastor’s cock, friction now being eased by a steady leak of pre-cum, while also witnessing Alastor reduce Lucifer to a writhing, whimpering mess.
He catches the dangerous glint in Alastor’s eye, watches in real time as the devious plan spawns, is given a second of consideration, before being followed through to fruition.
The tips of Alastor’s tentacles that are still forcing Lucifer open wide trail down along Lucifer’s inner thighs, snaking towards the only spot not being occupied by Alastor’s fingers or threatening teeth. They tease his dripping cunt on either side and Vox can visibly see him twitch, walls trying to close around nothing in response. Another whine, more frustrated this time, rings out from the man as his fists twist in Alastor’s hair, one yanking at his ear and earning a low, seething sound from Alastor in response.
Lucifer shudders as Alastor’s teeth reverberate directly against his clit, the sounds spilling from him becoming embarrassingly desperate as he attempts to grind himself against Alastor’s face.
Vox nearly rolls his eyes at the stubborn fucks.
“Y’know he’s gonna make ya spell it out for him, Luci baby.” Vox hopes his voice comes out more as a purr than how exacerbated he’s suddenly starting to feel. “So do us all a favor so I can finally shove my cock back in something already.”
Alastor, undoubtedly agitated by the unrequested assist, growls slightly, teeth clenching down ever so delicately more as he simultaneously suctions his lips around the spot, tentacles pressing more firmly around the edge of their target, glistening with the slick accumulating on their ends.
The results are immediate; Lucifer’s back arches clear off the pillows, head thrown back as he bucks against Alastor with a high-pitched yelp.
“Dammit- Fine.” Lucifer nearly shouts, voice trembling. “Please Al- Just need- just a bit more-”
Alastor’s grin stretches wider, tentacles flying into action as if held back by a pin trigger as they plunge into Lucifer with a wet squelch, filling him to the brim.
It must take less than a minute from Alastor overwhelming every aspect between Lucifer’s thighs to have the man crying out his first release in a ragged voice.
Static crackles in a distinctly triumphant tone as Alastor continues to coax Lucifer through his peak, stimulating the other until he borders on being overwhelmed and all but shoves the demon’s face away from him. Alastor relents, parting with a low hum, retracting his limbs and appendages fully.
“That was educational.” Alastor remarks jubilantly as he pulls away with an eager smile.
“That’s just the beginning, my friend,” Vox responds, conspiratorially. “Best thing about pussies is they don’t have the same limitations. Not really a refractory period.”
“You don’t say...” Alastor muses, raising an eyebrow as mischief drips from his tone. He turns his head back to Lucifer looking not too unlike a dying starfish splayed upon the blankets and pillows. “And yet he looks so wrung out...”
“Bahh Our little deceiver as always…” Vox remarks flippantly before raising his voice to call over to Lucifer. “You ain’t down for the count already, old man, are ya?”
Lucifer raises a weary, trembling arm, pointing it in Vox’s general direction. “In your dreams, weather boy. Just ah… give me a minute..to…” Lucifer trails off into an unintelligible grumble.
“If he’s got energy to moan, he’s got energy to bone.” Vox grins, ignoring the resounding disgruntled groans expressing their disapproval at his pun.
“Just for that, we should revoke your inclusion in this affair..."
“Not fuckin’ likely. You can’t revoke access from the life of the party. Anyways, enough yapping. If I don’t fuck something in the next 30 seconds, I swear I’ll explode.”
Lucifer drags himself into a sitting position, looking a bit worse for wear as he sways slightly. “Yeah, yeah. Hold your horses, eager beaver. You’ll get your dick wet. But we’ve got to make sure we give Al the full experience.”
Alastor’s eye twitches at the continual discussion of him as if he’s not in their presence. “At this point, I’m afraid you’ll have talked it up far beyond its worth.”
Alastor’s remark is met with a chorus of scandalized gasps. ‘You take that back!’ ‘Oh Alastor, you sweet, dumb fuck.’
“You’ll be singing a different tune soon enough.” Lucifer purrs, rejuvenated by the prospect of a challenge, or, more likely, proving Alastor wrong.
Crawling around to Alastor’s side like a tiger circling its prey, Lucifer grips Alastor’s shoulder to coax him fully onto his back.
“Never underestimate the power and influence pussy has over mortal souls,” Lucifer speaks lowly, as if his words are both a threat and a sacred promise. He settles gingerly over Alastor’s hips. “Hope you’re ready for the ride of your life, little reindeer.”
Alastor rolls his eyes even as he settles his hands on Lucifer’s hips, his grin just as challenging and eager as Lucifer’s. “Still with the festive quips? Will it ever be enough?"
It's Vox who responds, “We only get to be this flavor of obnoxious once a year. Gotta make the most of it.”
Lucifer’s breath hitches as he hovers directly over Alastor’s leaking arousal, considering all the ways he can tease and toy with his victim despite how desperately he wants to get on with the show himself. Breath lodges in his throat as he brushes his soaked entrance along the head of Alastor’s cock, vindictive resolve waning at just the small taste of that addictive heat.
“Well, certainly, no time like the present, I suppose,” Alastor says, in a crisp, matter-of-fact tone half a moment before abruptly shoving the eternity of his length firmly up inside Lucifer.
“Uhnn- For fuck’s sake, Al-” Lucifer’s voice is high, wobblily, as he slumps forward, catching himself with palms flat on Alastor’s chest as tremors wrack his body, cunt immediately clenching around Alastor. “Why do you gotta wield it like it's a damned weapon?”
“Hmm…” Alastor’s expression is contemplative, eyes flickering across Lucifer’s face and down his body to where he’s buried deep inside. “I suppose it is more… yielding.” He remarks, foregoing giving Lucifer’s last comment a response. “The pressure and squeeze are different, but more uniform. The natural lubricant is a nice touch…”
“You’re not seriously reviewing the merits of pussy versus anal right now you psychopath, are you?” Vox asks in a strained, incredulous tone. “Because if you’re not going to fuck that thing for all it's worth, stand the fuck aside, bucko.”
“Jumping to conclusions as always, dear Vox...” Alastor, barbs back, voice impressively level as he helps guide Lucifer slowly back up. “But I didn't quite say that.”
He slams back in, meeting Lucifer halfway, whose moan drowns out much of Alastor’s own quieter sounds of pleasure.
“D-damnit, Al-” Lucifer pants, even as they fall into a choppy rhythm. “I’m supposed to be rockin’ your world. Could ya just-” Lucifer snaps his fingers, golden, shimmering threads lasso Alastor’s wrists, trapping them together and guiding them back, above his head.
“Oh, you absolute-”
“Uup-” Lucifer interjects sharply to silence Alastor, leaning back into a fully upright position. “Just for a minute, dear. Need to give you a test run before you get to indulge.”
Lucifer smirks at the grumble and static it earns him, but otherwise wastes no time working his thighs as he lifts himself once more along the considerable length of Alastor’s cock before gliding back down. “It’s not just the feel, the view is different too.” Lucifer leans further back, arms reaching behind him to balance himself up with a grip on Alastor’s thighs. He nods his head down to direct Alastor’s attention to the view of his thick cock stretching flushed, swollen lips wide as it leaks more of Lucifer’s need onto the length with each pass.
Alastor retaliates by violently jutting his hips up right as Lucifer is about to make one of his descents, eyes still trained to where they’re locked together. “So I see…”
Lucifer yelps lightly, back arching as he rolls his hips a few times in rapid succession before slowing down again, grinding small circles against Alastor with a smug hum. He delivers a heavy-lidded stare to the other. “Down, boy. The more you fight me, the longer ‘til you’ll be free.”
Alastor bares his teeth in response, but surprisingly concedes, playing nice and allowing Lucifer to have his moment, swirling, bouncing, and grinding his hips atop Alastor. For all of two minutes, before Lucifer suddenly finds himself being enveloped by familiar tendrils looping his waist and thighs. A pair of particularly vengeful appendages targeting Lucifer’s clit and nipples.
A breathless, disbelieving laughter erupts from Lucifer as he shakes his head even as he continues to bounce on Alastor’s cock. “Ya ju-uh-ust can never play fair, can ya?”
“Well, it's not nearly as entertaining. Wouldn’t you agree, you little hypocrite?”
Lucifer rolls his eyes, snapping his fingers once again to release Alastor from his binds, only for his eyes to roll into the back of his head again anyway as Alastor immediately leans up, hands flying to Lucifer’s hips as he slams into him like he’s repaying a personal vendetta.
“Fuck,” Vox curses under his breath at the display, quickly divesting himself of his sweatpants and sweater while snatching up a conveniently placed small bottle of inconspicuous, clear liquid from Lucifer’s confectionary tray. “Alright, I’m done with the sidelines,” He announces, shuffling closer and placing a firm hand between Lucifer’s shoulder blades, pressing lightly as he comes around the back of the smaller man. “Time for the main act.”
“‘Bout time,” Lucifer pants, grinning over his shoulder at Vox. “Thought you were gonna bust just from watching.”
Vox raises an eyebrow at Lucifer’s snark before promptly slapping his palm across his ass with a sharp, crisp smack, instantly drawing a deeper moan from the smaller man as his hips stutter while moving to meet Alastor’s actions.
“Don’t make me get the gag now, little man.”
Vox resumes guiding Lucifer until he’s leaned further over Alastor’ nearly chest to chest, his hands over the demon’s shoulders as the tentacles around his thighs hike them up higher so Lucifer’s knees are nearly bracketing Alastor’s ribcage.
Satisfied, Vox settles himself in behind Lucifer on his knees, his own legs outside each of Al’s as the man lies almost fully flat on his back.
“Gonna need ya to lift your ass just a bit more for me, babe.” Vox places one palm atop Alastor’s hand on Lucifer’s hip, the other at the small of Lucifer’s back to coax him into an arched position. He’s appreciative of the other two slowing their movements, allowing Lucifer to bend to Vox’s will while Alastor delivers shallower thrusts.
Vox is able to quickly pour the lube into his palm, spreading it along his cock with a few quick strokes, smearing the rest around Lucifer’s hole, smirking as it clenches at his touch. Fisting the base of his cock, Vox lines himself up, leaning forward, closer to Lucifer’s ear to murmur, “Thank you for the treat, Lu. Hopefully, we’re expressing our gratitude well enough.”
With that, Vox eases himself in, groaning deeply at the tight squeeze, made so much better by Alastor still half inside as he pauses his own movements long enough to allow their middle man to adjust.
Slowly, Vox eases himself in until his hips come flush with Lucifer’s ass, the hand that’d been on his back trailing down to grip one of those porcelain cheeks, cock twitching inside as he feels Lucifer tighten then steadily relax around him.
“Oooooh fuck that’s a– hahh- that’s a lot…”
“Nothing you’re unaccustomed to…” Alastor muses. “After all, it's not the first time you've insisted on us both being inside you at once.”
“Oh? You think so, do you? How about you have two gargantuan cocks up your nether regions and see how you feel then?”
“‘Gargantuan’, eh?” Vox’s smirk grows wider. “Why Luci~, I do believe that’s one of the sweetest compliments you’ve ever paid us.”
“Shove it, sharky. Everyone knows I’m the nice one out of us.”
“I’ll say,” Vox uses the opportunity to nudge his hips against Lucifer, testing if the other is ready. “I take it you’re ready considering, how much you’re running your mouth?”
Alastor presses in to the hilt, not waiting for a ‘go’ signal.
“Shhhhhiiit- yes. Thank you for waiting until I sai– ah-” The rest of Lucifer’s words are lost in a garbled, incoherent mess as both men behind and below him start a steady pace.
Lucifer almost crumples from the nearly overwhelming stimulation, arms shaking as he tries to hold himself up, torn between how to move his body to meet the movements of the separate cocks spearing into him. Then again, he can do little more than vocally and enthusiastically express his approval of it all.
When Lucifer nearly collapses completely, a cord winds around his throat, hand fisting into his hair from behind, both pulling him up enough to maintain their position as Vox’s pace picks up.
"'Season of giving', my ass. All these greedy little holes want to do is take." Vox hisses gruffly, hips snapping to drive deeper. He laughs when a familiar angle earns him a particularly desperate sound from Lucifer. “Speaking of greedy… Kept your prostate, did ya? Even when giving yourself a nice little cunt like that? Shouldn’t’ve expected any different from our resident whore. Just how long have you been planning this?”
Vox keeps uttering filth, fully expecting Lucifer to not be able to respond to a single bit of it. The growing flush and tears glistening in his eyes, a phantom of the shame that’d long since abandoned the man, is answer enough.
It doesn’t take long before Alastor and Vox recognize the tells in Lucifer’s voice, the way he begins squeezing tighter around them; they both respond. Vox’s fist yanks Lucifer’s hair, forcing his head back, body arched as the cord around his throat constricts tighter, his hips bucking into him with precision. Alastor matches the effort, his own hips plowing up into Lucifer, his grin growing at the obscene sounds emitting from both Lucifer’s mouth and the drenched mess between his legs. The tentacle that’s been teasing his clit presses harder in its tight circles.
Lucifer falls apart with a desperate shout, hips convulsing as he clamps down around the demons inside him. Neither let up, prolonging the waves of pleasure washing through Lucifer to the point it becomes overstimulating.
“A second time?” Alastor’s tone is full of mirth, sounding almost mocking. “I hate to agree with Vox, but my, my… you truly are greedy.”
Lucifer is beyond words, body nearly falling limp as he whines against the continued assault to his senses.
Vox quickly catches him beneath the shoulders, hauling his torso upright and locking his elbows beneath Lucifer’s biceps. “Oh no you don’t. We’re not finished with you. You started this, you’ll see it through to the end.” He fucks into Lucifer with renewed vigor, grinning against the back of Lucifer’s ear at the delirious sounds spilling forth as he switches between pleas for mercy and for them to never stop.
Alastor makes a vaguely frustrated sound, his grip tightening on Lucifer’s hips as he addresses Vox. "You have all the rhythm of an uncoordinated beast, what are you doing?"
Vox shoots a sharp, exerted grin down at Alastor over Lucifer’s shoulder. "Hah, can't keep up, old timer? Just say so.” He pants slightly between barbs. “You can tap out anytime, I'll take care of our little Luci… I'll even take care of you if you ask nicely, seeing as you're already so prettily spread out on your back."
Alastor's nose wrinkles slightly as if to snarl, but instead he channels his retort into a particularly vicious thrust, causing Lucifer's back to bow and set free another wrecked moan.
They both groan as Lucifer clenches around them once again, Vox’s hips stuttering as he feels his own orgasm approaching. From the expression on Alastor’s face, he can tell the other isn’t far behind.
“Ready to fit in with your little sweet treats even more? Gonna bring this full circle and fill you up, our little creampie.”
“You really need to shut up before I lose all semblance of arousal…”
Vox doesn’t respond to Alastor’s complaint beyond a breathless chuckle and a few more sharp thrusts before he’s cumming with a deep groan, hips jerking, uncoordinated as he spills inside Lucifer.
Alastor watches the scene, bottom lip worried between his teeth, brows furrowed as he feels his own climax rapidly approaching. With a final few thrusts, gripping Lucifer tight enough to dig shallow scrapes into his skin, he follows Vox over the edge, releasing inside Lucifer with a heavy grunt, cock twitching as his cum begins overflowing, seeping out of Lucifer’s cunt with his last few thrusts.
He doesn’t have time to enjoy the afterglow, promptly finding himself crushed by both Lucifer and Vox collapsing on top of him. They release deep, content sighs while Alastor seethes, static crackling and eye twitching at his clingy partners.
He should be used to it by now, but of course Lucifer is the first to recover, at least enough to go back to being a nuisance. He sounds like he’s practically floating on a cloud of ecstasy as he murmurs, “...Always knew a deerskin rug was exactly what we were missing in front of the fireplace.” He nuzzles his cheek obnoxiously against Alastor’s chest. “It’s so soft and welcoming…”
“Wait, wait, let me try.” Vox pouts, sounding very much like a petulant child.
Lucifer is all too happy to scoot aside enough for Vox to reposition himself from being draped atop Lucifer’s back to nestled against the other half of Alastor’s chest as the smaller man makes room.
Alastor plots the perfect double homicide to distract himself from the ordeal and cope with the disaster his existence has become.
“Mmm… This is the perfect piece we’ve been missing.” Vox rubs his screen into Alastor, not unlike a cat begging for attention.
The two stooges of their trio bask in the presence and feel of Alastor for a few more glorious seconds before the demon has reached his threshold, dissolving into the shadows and slipping away despite the immediate chorus of disappointed tantrums that follow his retreat.
Rematerializing in the kitchen, Alastor can’t help but smile to himself. Really smile as he hears the small pandemonium that has broken out in the adjacent room as a result of his absence. He busies himself by preparing another mug of cocoa (and whiskey), chalking up the odd, achy flutter in his chest to nearly having his lungs collapsed by the metric ton of TV-demon and King of Hell dropped on top of him.
He returns to the living space, warm mug in hand (and two more carried by a pair of tentacles behind him). He subconsciously flicks on the radio, perhaps a treacherous wave of sentimentality catching him as it tunes in a piece from the last Christmas he had in New Orleans.
Approaching the now far less organized array of pillows and blankets, he finds Lucifer cocooned in a plush blanket, head on Vox’s chest as the other pets lazily through his tangled hair while munching on a few shark shaped sugar cookies.
They look up as Alastor approaches and he can clock the second their eyes zero in on the extra mugs, dual mischievous grins spreading slowly across their faces.
“Awww Ally, you do care.”
“Looks like Bambi has a heart, after all. This is the true Christmas miracle.”
Alastor’s grip tightens around his cocoa, static breaking up the music slightly. But before he can change his mind, dump the steaming hot beverages on the imbeciles and seek the sweet, sweet bliss of solitude, a hand catches his free wrist and all but drags him down into the cuddle pile.
Lucifer and Vox crowd in on either side of Alastor, shit-eating grins still in place as they grab their respective mugs.
Lucifer takes a sip, humming delightfully before leaning in to press a kiss to Alastor’s cheek. “Love you too, deary.”
Outwardly, Alastor glowers, shoulders rising as if in defense. He chances a glance to his other side towards Vox, half apprehensive, half gauging if he’ll supply a shared sense of disgusted comradery.
“Oh no, don’t look at me. I’m still far too emotionally stunted to say something like that.” Vox says with a dismissive wave of his hand, and yet a moment later he’s reclining so his head can rest in Alastor’s lap. “But not too emotionally stunted to enjoy some post-coital cuddles and cocoa.”
“Ehh, you guys will come around to it,” Lucifer says with a nonchalant shrug, settling back in against Alastor’s other side. “Plus, you already say it in other ways… nice song by the way, Bambs.”
Alastor gives his own hum of acknowledgement, gaze trained on the flames of the fire as he soaks up the heat of both bodies pressed against him.
The thought occurs to him that this might be the first Christmas in one hundred years, the first since back when he was still alive, that perhaps he won’t spend it alone…