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Lucifer never says this lightly, and even more so now: Lord have fucking mercy.
He blames it on liquor currently cutting a rug in his system... but wow, he cannot ignore the way his mouth starts watering at the prospect of an invitation from this- definitely not attractive tall glass of walking talking bloody mary with horns. Definitely not. Nope. Haha.
Anyway...
"Well I--" Lucifer starts but then clears his throat upon noting how his voice had gone up a few octaves after gulping.
"... I’m interested to see whatcha got in mind…"
Alastor's eyes crinkle at the corners with amusement and Lucifer notes that the Radio Demon’s ears flap a little in excitement--- oh. Fuck. If that isn't an endearing sight-- Damn it.
Alastor starts to chuckle (and Lucifer definitely ignores the fluttering in his chest) and tops it off with a "Splendid."
He then lets go of Lucifer’s wrist and he cant help but focus on the lingering tingles of the phantom touch...
He is then surprised at Alastor offering his free arm- one that isn't holding his radio staff. After a blink, he then doesn't hesitate on linking his arm with Alastor's...
He gives Alastor a crooked smile and feels his face flush further at the contact.
Jeez.
What is he- 100 years old!? This isn't his first time flirti-- !
His thoughts are interrupted by Alastor whisking them both away from the room and off into the joining hallway. Away from the other party goers who don't seem to pay them any mind still by leaving. Keeping up with Alastor is a little tricky given their. Height difference. Which Lucifer reminds himself that he is very average sized thank you very much.
After a few rounding around some hallways Lucifer starts to realize that Alastor is heading towards the hallway where their respective rooms sit across from each other.
Oh.
Lucifer starts to sweat more than he already was in his drunken state. Was Alastor taking them both to-- one of their rooms!?
"S-soooo ahaha uh..."
"Yes? What is it?"
Lucifer feels like he's running a fever but- curiosity is a strong impulse right now.
"A-are we going to my room or yours?"
"Oh! Well! I believe my room will suffice for this witching hour excursion."
Alastor peers down at Lucifer and offers him another wink.
"Besides, I do believe that your quarters aren't open to “Alastor's”, hmm?"
Ah.
Right. The plaque.
"Pfft as if that would stop you, Bambi."
"Why, I am nothing but a gentleman who knows when he's not wanted somewhere private!"
Lucifer looks away, brows lightly furrowed as he considers something and then mumbles softly.
"Hmm? What was that?", Alastor croons while leaning his head down a little to better hear the King.
"I'll consider ... letting you visit..."
The elevator dings.
Alastor starts to lead them both towards his room, a pep in his step. His outfit flutters at the movements.
"Being invited by the King of Hell himself? Quite an honor indeed."
Lucifer huffs, he knows when he's being teased... maybe it's the heady buzz but... he doesn't seem to mind it too much right now. One might say he's open to it tonight.
He shivers a little.
Alastor takes notice and picks up the pace. "Worry not, I've a lovely little fireplace waiting to warm you up!"
Lucifer continues keeping up with Alastor but also notices his mind wandering... would Alastor feel up to warming him up in other ways--- No. No. Nope. Not in that way.
Ugh.
Well... maybe that way. A little. Maybe.
Oh fuck it.
Lucifer can't deny it any longer and gives in. This stupid bellhop is really fucking attractive and again, totally his type. He'd probably do anything with him like this. Affection sounds so nice right now...
Welp.
Here lies Lucifer. He's not dead, just kind of laying there.
Face down.
...
Preferably on Alastor's chest or something haha..... now, wouldn't that be nice?
Fuck.
Yeah, he's definitely starved for contact and attention and the alcohol is not helping.
They reach Alastor’s door-- a rather spooky and dark looking door, the foyer is a little foggy and foreboding. Still, Lucifer can't help but feel that it has a charm to it-- despite his first impressions of the Radio Demon’s decorating sensibilities.
Alastor has been humming pleasantly while they make their way and opens the door to his room with a flourish. He unhooks his arm from Lucifer’s and tilts forward in a gentlemanly bow and gestures for the King to enter.
Lucifer mumbles a soft "Thanks" and takes in Alastor’s living space.
First he notices that it's all very softly blue toned, and rustic. A sort if swamp is nearby and he can make out the rustling of leaves upon their entry.
Lucifer also notices that there's a fireplace with... two arm chairs? Huh... does Alastor have company often? He finds that a little hard to believe. He then hears the door lock click behind him… he turns around and notices Alastor tilting his head to the side and eyeing him up and down- and- the bastard- puts a hand to the King’s chin and lifts it up to meet Alastor’s ruby red eyes.
Lucifer can smell the alcohol mingling in the air from their respective breathing. He freezes in place but feels a fluttering-like pressure is chest crashing in like waves.
“Now that I have you where I want you, let us enjoy the pleasant night to the fullest, hm?” Alastor says in his ever present teasing tone. Oh how Lucifer wishes he can squeeze him until his attractive eyes pop out.
Still, there's the prospect of whatever depraved thing Alastor might have in mind that makes Lucifer take a gulp of air harshly in anticipation.
“Y-yeah? And- what do you… want to do, huh?”
Alastor then leans forward and brushes their lips together before committing fully. Lucifer’s eyes widen and then- as if he’s being cocooned in a warm blanket, gives into the sensation of kissing the radio demon.
It feels the same as their bickering, their dancing, their glances at each other when no one is looking.
Alastor is a beginner at kissing, yet, he’s making up for his inexperience with pure want that Lucifer can’t help but kiss back- he wants to hold Alastor and starts to raise his hands but hesitates-
Only to have Alastor gently grab his hands with his own clawed hands and put them on his face.
And-
Ah.
Turns out that Lucifer isn’t the only one in need of a dose of touch.
Though, honestly, the king is surprised that the radio demon is open to touch to begin with… and from him no less. He’ll need to file that away for later.
Lucifer holds Alastor's face for a bit, then travels up to card through the demon's bangs. He's so soft. Way too soft. Must be an appearance thing. Let someones gaurd down by looking well kept and approachable. Still, Lucifer isn't complaining and he finally gets to touch those adorable tuft ears he likes staring at when Alastor isn't looking.
Alastor seems to be enjoying it though given the pleased hum that trickles through. The radio demon starts to rub Lucifer's chest and the king gets a bit more flustered as his chest is a sensitive spot... he exhales shakily at the contact.
When they break the kiss, Lucifer notices that he’s shivering but feels his face being incredibly hot. Thankfully, Alastor also seems to not be immune to what just happened— sporting a peppering of color on his face as well.
Lucifer can’t help it, whether it’s the alcohol, the kiss, or all of the above but- he leans in and nuzzles his face on Alastor’s neck.
It’s intimate- it says a lot- he’s not sure how to put it into words yet but it feels…
Vulnerable.
This is all feeling vulnerable and like it’s going so fast but not fast enough.
Alastor tenses- and Lucifer feels he might have overstepped somehow but then- he feels Alastor wrap his arms around him and it feels so… right. They slot into place… even with their height difference.
Lucifer lets himself stand there, pulls away a bit, and blinks his eyes open to meet- Alastor’s half lidded stare. Lucifer feels his skin turn into a feathery down as a chill runs down his spine—oh dear. That hasn’t happened in a long time.
“Aha… jeez, Bambi— um, come here often?” Aw yeah, real smooth.
Alastor blinks and quirks his brow at the comment.
“Not often enough, it seems.”
He lightly runs his fingers against the grain of Lucifer’s feathers that have decided to pop up and not go down yet.
“Well, this is new.”
Lucifer looks away, smiling but a little embarrassed.
“HA-haha. Yeah, angel thing. Feathers and all. Strong feelings makes them react.”
“Most intriguing…”
Alastor continues to play with Lucifer’s feathers that is currently dappling his neck and he can feel more spring up because of the scritches he’s receiving. Lucifer keens forward like a cat getting attention.
He feels so comfortable that be starts to sag a little.
"Hmm. Tired already?"
Lucifer gives a small hum and smiles.
"The big bad King of Hell has a bed time, you know..."
Alastor is now petting the feathers that dapple Lucifer’s neck.
"Would you care to join me in bed, then?"
A pause.. Lucifer honestly doesn't want this night to end. He's afraid of... a lot of things really. But, the spell that he and Alastor are under currently... he doesn't-- he can't--
He needs this but... he also needs to find some grounding.
"Alastor."
The radio demon stops petting Lucifer suddenly as if he was caught doing something.
"Yes?"
Lucifer takes a deep breath. Damn. He's definitely sobering up.
"Look. I know you and I haven't been very... nice to each other. Hell- aha- you still kinda infuriate me, you know?"
Alastor stays quiet while Lucifer goes on.
"But- you- you're...just-- so captivating and I always feel like- you're always trying to get under my skin. But,"
A beat.
"I'm attracted to you in a way that scares *me*. I don't--," a sigh " I don't really know if I'm still married and despite that it's been... also scaring me how I'm thinking about giving whatever this--"
He gestures between them
"--is a chance."
Alastor then pipes up.
"Whatever is so scary about it?"
His tone is.. a little guarded but mostly confused. It gives Lucifer a constricted feeling in his chest.
"I guess scary isn't the right word for it... I mean that-- well, I don't know."
Lucifer starts to feel the encroachment of his inner thoughts.
Why would anyone be interested in someone so utterly broken?
"Why do you... feel interested in someone like me, Alastor? What's... in it for you?"
At this statement Alastor looks.. confused?
"What's in it for me? Well, perhaps I may not be so well versed in being a duo with anyone-- yet, you seem to be the exception to my rule."
Lucifer tilts his head.
"My dear, you sell yourself incredibly short!" A small laugh track plays from the microphone staff.
"Har har." Lucifer deadpans.
"Jokes aside, you truly do not treasure yourself enough- you have so much within you in way of experience-- power, and creative spirit that I find myself-- ah."
Lucifer leans forward, interested.
"... I find myself looking your way more often."
Alastor shifts a bit... and then places his hands on Lucifer's shoulders.
"I may not truly understand these feelings as they are new and foreign to me- yet... I'm no coward. Why, I pride myself in seeing anything worth pursuing through!"
Lucifer’s breath hitches. He's worth the plunge?
He's worth the exploration of connection?
To feel something this new and fragile blossom into something that neither of them have no clue as to what it'll become?
He hasn’t done this type of leap in so long-- what if--
"What if I mess things up?"
Alastor cups Lucifer's face with both hands and exhales.
"Then we shall mess it up together, Lu."
Oh.
Lucifer is...smiling but, his vision is getting blurry and he blinks it away. Fuck. He's crying. This is so much. The prospect of not being alone, the willingness to stick together to see it through, the newness of a bond forged.
He's taken back to delicate sun rays and tall grass that tickles your ankles-- the sound of birdsong and the whipping of wind.
The tree.
The fall.
It's so much.
Something new-- a seed. Possibility. Transformation. Recontexualization.
He's scared. He's interested. He wants to see where it goes. Even if it might hurt sometimes.
Alastor is holding him steady-- literally and figuratively.
Lucifer pushes forward to hug Alastor and after a moment, Alastor hugs back. The fallen angel's tail materializes and wraps itself on one of Alastor's legs-- signaling his intentions of not letting go anytime soon.
Alastor pets Lucifer’s head with one hand and embraces him with the other.
"What do you want, my dear Lucifer?"
Lucifer takes a deep breath, finally coming down from the height of his feelings...
"I'm still...aha in the market for bed-- just resting for now if that's... alright."
"Why, of course."
They both gently stop embracing each other and Lucifer is led to the large canopy bed. The posts have ornate filigree-like carvings. On the front of the bed is an array of bone decorations.
When they reach the bed, Alastor takes off his boots and then begins to undo the corset. Shame really, but Lucifer imagines that it's not suited for sleeping or resting.
"You look nice in that... by the way."
"Ohh? It would seem that I was correct in assuming you would enjoy seeing me dressed this way, then?"
Lucifer blinks in surprise.
"You were dressing up for me?"
"For you? Heavens no, I was dressing up for myself!"
Alastor laughs but, there's no edge to it.
"Though... it sparking your interest was a noted bonus." Alastor stores the corset in a drawer and then sits next to Lucifer.
"Are you in need of assistance undressing? I'll have you know that I am quite particular about shoes on my bed."
Lucifer flushes. Oops he was so distracted at watching Alastor take off his corset that he forgot to undress himself. Who could blame him though? Seeing slender fingers work the strings was... hypnotic.
Oh brother. He's got it bad already, huh?
Whatever.
Lucifer responds while finally taking off his boots,
"S-sorry. I was just... thinking."
"Oh? Careful now..."
"Oh, shut up, bellhop."
Lucifer can't help but smile at this. He feels gladdened that they can still banter as usual regardless of this shift in their relationship.
It feels nice.
Once the offending boots were set aside, Lucifer shifts and crawls over to the pillows and then pulls the covers out to shimmy under them. He then pulls the covers on Alastor's side and pats the bed expectingly.
Alastor smiles warmly at this.
"My, so eager to have me be on your side?"
"Hell yeah I am. Get your butt over here, you overgrown loudspeaker."
Alastor shifts to him then and gets under the covers as instructed. After the two are under the soft and somewhat pillowy sheets, they relax.
They're facing one another.
Lucifer starts, "Sooo... long night huh? You got some good dance moves, Bambi."
"Hmm, yours were... acceptable."
"Woah, hey now, I'm totally better than just 'acceptable'!"
"Oh? I recall you having trouble keeping up with me. Your breathing was quite erratic."
Lucifer grumbles.
"Well! You-- you're way too tall!"
"Hahaha and you're quite the shrimp!"
"SH- Shrimp!? I'll show you shrimp--!"
Lucifer then tackles Alastor and then they start pulling and pushing each other half heartedly. They start laughing warmly at the theatrics.
Once the finish their playful wrestling, they lay down next to each other again. Closer this time. Lucifer is looking down at nothing in particular but smiling.
"A penny for your thoughts, sire?"
Lucifer closes his eyes and looks up at Alastor.
“Haha… you don’t have to call me that- you can call me Lu if you’d like.”
“Well then, Lu, what’s going on in that head of yours?”
Lucifer then takes a deep breath and exhales.
“I… oh, I’m a little nervous but also feeling happy about how this night is going. It was unexpected— you’ve been so forward tonight! I thought it was my imagination at first.”
Alastor laughs a little. He can’t help preen at the acknowledgment of his efforts.
“I have been trying to catch your eye all night, it’s true.”
Lucifer rolls his eyes but smiles nonetheless. Then he looks to the side.
“Um.. There’s something I’m actually wonderin’ about— if you’d be… open to talkin’ about it.”
“What is it?”
Lucifer steels himself slightly.
“You’ve been really… jeez, I guess, seductive tonight— and, I mean. You know, you don’t have be looking for sex to be seductive… it doesn’t have to be the end goal… but. Is that something you’re interested in? Sex?”
Alastor hums in response.
“Well… it’s certainly not something I’m actively looking for… however, you are…”
A pause.
“You are someone that I would not be opposed to trying it with.”
Lucifer gets a twinkle in his eyes. “Really?”
“Haha, yes, really. Though I must be honest. I have not been in bed with another in that way. Ever.”
Oh.
“So you’re… a virgin?”
“I suppose I am.”
“Ah— yeah, you know, that’s okay! I can— I can teach you! Haha!”
Lucifer’s blush is coming back in full force. Oh goodness. How is he going to break it to Alastor that—
“Inexperience and learning are some of my kinks—“
Oh god.
Alastor’s ears keen forward. He laughs for good measure- much to Lucifer’s embarrassment.
“Oho? Is that so? You’ll take me under your… wings? Show me how it’s done? Slowly corrupt my divine and untouched mind with your depravity? Claim me as yours? Deflower little. Old. Me?”
Fuck.
Fuuuuck.
Lucifer is getting dizzy, his face heating up more and more.
“Sh-shut up Al!”
Lucifer shoves his hands on his face to hide himself from the onslaught and can only hear Alastor laugh.
“Please do show me the depths of your lesson plan, Lu.”
Lucifer then rubs his face a few times and looks at Alastor incredulously. He can’t deny that it’s making him feel tingly all over with anticipation. His tail is thumping under the covers and his feathers are poofing outward again. Ugh.
“You’re impossible, you know that?”
“Yet it is this quality that has brought you here. Next to me. So… I suppose I’m doing something right, Ha ha ha!”
The fallen angel sighs. It’s true… ugh. Curse him and his questionable taste in men.
Lucifer bites his lip thinking of his next question.
“O-okay… so, um… do you want to try anything… tonight?”
“How so? Having sex you mean?”
Lucifer nods.
Alastor looks up in thought. “Hmm…”
He then closes his eyes and shrugs.
“I’m not opposed to it. Though, I must say… you were keen on resting… what changed your mind?”
“Ugh… Alastor. You’ve been really fucking hot tonight and— I just. I’m interested. I’ve been interested. I just wanted to go slow…”
“Oh? My, what a gentleman.”
Alastor has a sort of chesire grin about him. This fucking guy.
Lucifer has a full body stretch, one that he can feel pop so many joints it feels criminal. He sits up then and looks over to Alastor who is also having a bit of a stretch.
“A-alright. Well. Let me undress completely…”
“Very well! I shall get the fire going as I promised.”
Lucifer nods and then gets out of bed— his little hoofed feet thunking on the rug that adorns the floor. He then looks over to Alastor who’s taking his sweet time with getting the kindling started. Huh.
“You’re not using your powers to light the fire?” Lucifer asks while unbuttoning his vest.
Alastor’s left hear swivels towards Lucifer and he turns around once he got the fire started.
“Hmm? Ah, no, I have a… predicament that prevents me from enjoying using my powers currently.”
Lucifer tilts his head, puzzled.
“Oh yeah? What sort of predicament? …Anything I can help with?”
Alastor purses his lips…
“Help… well, I suppose you can?”
He then starts to take off his own ruffled red top. It reveals Alastor’s… fluffy body. Oh my fucking— of course he’s fluffy everywhere else too. He even has little spots that dapple his shoulders— and—
Oh.
“That chest wound… it looks… really bad.”
“Oh my dear! It feels pretty bad, too!”
Lucifer winces.
“You’ve just been dealing with this the whole time?”
“Drinking helps. I simply ignore it.” Alastor replies a bit tersely.
Lucifer walks up to Alastor and takes a closer look at the wound. Cross stitches, huh. Okay. Yeah. This is…
“Al, this is gonna take some work but… I can help it along with getting started on the healing process. I can also make it so tonight you won’t feel it at all and just enjoy yourself.”
“Why by all means, I’m not wanting to feel the wretched thing at all.”
“Okay. This might… get intense…so I’m gonna have to ask you to sit down.”
Alastor does as he’s told and decides to sit on one of the plush chairs near the fireplace. Lucifer kneels in front of him and gets to work.
“Just letting you know, I’m gonna touch your wound, alright?”
After a moment, Alastor nods.
Lucifer then reaches out and closes his eyes and. Oh. Wow, yeah. This is from the fight with Adam. He’d recognize that noisy soul signature anywhere. It’s eating Alastor away slowly and makes it so using his powers is incredibly painful if not short lived. No wonder he’s been doing more mundane things… normally. It would also explain why the radio demon was drinking so much tonight. It must have been bothering him really bad.
Alright. Yeah. He can do this— the energy just has to be reframed. Worked with… an outlet must be found. Hmm… maybe…
“Alastor… do me a favor?”
Alastor has been tense and this made him jump minutely.
“What?”
“I want you to… play with me. A game. Answer my questions with a question right back. When my question takes your mind somewhere— answer it with a question from that place.”
“Hm? What sort of magic is this?”
Lucifer smiles.
“An old sort of magic— but also a new one too. It exists here and everywhere. Everywhen.”
“I see… well, alright. I will… try.”
“Okay. I think we can keep this ritual short. Let’s play.”
Lucifer takes a deep breath and starts.
“What is rebirth?”
Alastor blinks. Opens his mouth and closes it. Squints one eye, thinking.
“… When will I see her again?” He says then.
Lucifer nods and feels the light pulse. He hears a crackle of energy and redirects it to his own chest. His brows pinch— it’s a painful feeling.
“Am I a broken doll?” Lucifer continues.
He feels Alastor’s breath hitch at that. Then,
“Will you rip my seams again?”
Another pulse of energy. It feels like a branch growing like Alastor’s antlers. Lucifer is taken to…
“Was it a mistake?”
Alastor shifts in the chair slightly.
“Does the moonlight carry you, too?”
Oh. The energy is being dislodged. Lucifer can feel the roots starting to jostle a bit. Off from the sinew of Alastor’s chest. Good. Now…
“When is it a secret?”
Alastor swallows— Lucifer can hear it in this proximity.
“Is there truly no where to seek refuge in Hell?”
The energy pulses stronger with that one. There’s something there that goes deep. Really deep. Something not ready to be looked at… hmm…
“What is safe?”
Alastor’s ear’s pin back for a moment— not that Lucifer can see it but he can feel the energy shift at the movement.
“Why does it sting my nose?”
Lucifer feels like he’s floating a little— like… his legs are not there. The energy is traveling through him finally. Just a little bit more…
“If I keep my promise, will you scorn me for it?”
Alastor tilts his head at that one… and then says,
“Is loyalty truly such a fragile and easily manipulated thing?”
The energy crackles. There it is. Lucifer snaps his free hand and a red sparkly blanket of his own magic starts flowing into Alastor and he— gasps.
“When do we stop?”
Lucifer opens his eyes and meets Alastor’s.
“Now.”
When he takes his hand away, the magic flowing into Alastor crackles with the green magic that mingles with the stitches. They meet, they intertwine, the meld together.
Then it closes Alastor’s wound just a little more. Not fully closed but it’s a start.
Well then.
“How do you feel, Alastor?” Lucifer gently inquires.
Alastor gingerly palms his chest wound and shudders a breath. He swallows.
“Like I can breathe again.”
“Good.”
The fireplace pops and the firewood collapses on itself.
“You know…” Lucifer starts, smiling, “ The witching hour is also known as the Devil’s hour.”
Alastor quirks a brow.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Something something the spirit realm and the living realms’ veil gets thinner and you can feel more supernatural things come through.”
“Hmm… fitting we decided to go for a ritual then, yes?”
“Yep.”
Lucifer rubs the back of his head.
“Aha.. Um. Are you still in the mood to try having…sex? I know that this isn’t really— well, I guess anything can be foreplay but—“
“Lucifer if you back out now I will never forgive you.”
The fallen angel’s eyes are filled with surprise. “Woah, okay! Point taken— loud and clear!”
“Excellent.”
“A-alright. So… let’s speed this up a bit?”
“Still so eager.”
“Well— yeah— I mean-“
“For your information, I like that, Lu.”
Lucifer exhales and smiles.
“Oh! Good! Okay… um, well.”
With a snap and a whisk of his hand, they’re both undressed now. Lucifer’s magic folds their respective garments and places them on top of the drawer from earlier.
Lucifer then looks over to Alastor again and can now fully appreciate his physique. He's standing too which makes it all the more easier to ogle him. He's fluffy. He's well toned. One would say he's a bit perky? He has four cute nipples that line up in rows on his stomach and- oh-- is that a tail? Holy fuck. It's adorable. Oh, he has a sheath-- which- yeah, that makes sense. Deer body and all. He can work with tha-
“Like what you see, Lu?”
Lucifer startles a little bit— and then nods enthusiastically. At this, Alastor laughs.
“You’re quite the view yourself.”
The short king feels his feathers ruffle along his neck and shoulders as more feathers spring up down the line of his back. He shivers.
"Haha, um…Thanks.” He smiles and rubs the back of his head.
Alright…
Sooo... okay," He squeezes Alastors hands, "Tell me something: have you done anything sexual before? Self gratification? I'd like to get an idea here."
Alastor tenses and his ears pin back a bit.
"No. I've gotten... aroused before but, I willed it to go down or simply ignored the feeling."
"Not a fan of it?"
"I simply... do not enjoy the loss of... control of my wits."
"Hmm... alright. Okay, yeah, that makes sense to me. It can get a bit much if you're not... wanting to be in that sorta mood. I getcha."
Lucifer looks at Alastor with empathy in his eyes. It’s a soft feeling, one that he hopes conveys the warmth he feels presently. He wants Alastor to feel good about this. About himself and his body-- reactions and all. This'll take time... but they have an abundance of that.
"Well... how do you feel about me showing you how to have a little fun with yourself? Sound good?"
Alastor’s ears are still going backwards but not as intensely, he's easing into the idea it seems.
"We'll take it slow and at your pace. Let me know when it's too much and we'll stop, yeah?"
Alastor then nods after a beat.
"Cool. “Lucifer continues, “Okay, let's say... hmm... 'Kelp' is our safeword. If someone or something crosses the line to "stop now or else" you can say it and we hit the brakes hard, yeah?"
Alastor tilts his head to the side. "Why not just say 'stop now or else' instead of a specific word? Is that not simply more steps involved?"
"Well... sometimes it's... it can be kind of hot when-- with consent before sex, someone says stop but doesn't totally mean it, they like the heady feeling of getting themselves, like, taken advantage of a bit. Toyed with."
"Hmm... strange."
"Yeahhh, ahaha… there's a lotta things that are a little out there with sex but... as long as there's safeguards put in place, it can be fun too. Gives things a bit of spice and variety. The exploration can be fun."
"Is this something you're looking for? Being toyed with?"
"Uhh... by you? Ha-- um. Y-yeah. But, uh, I think I'll be the one conducting this train for now.
Lucifer adds a "choo chooo" for good measure while shaking both his and Alastor's hands that he's still holding. Alastor rolls his eyes at the display but... can't help being endeared by it.
“Very well. How will my most patient teacher suggest we do this then? Having fun with myself you said?”
The way that Alastor says this feels like a challenge. Lucifer’s tail starts to whip around more excitedly. He then leads Alastor to the bed again and sits down first. He lets go of Alastor’s hands and starts patting his lap.
Alastor quirks a brow and sits squarely on top of said fallen angel’s lap. Lucifer lets out a little “oof” and a giggle. The way that Alastor is sitting on the king is in such a way that his tail is brushing up on Lucifer’s stomach but Alastor is so tall that he can lean away a little to the side and get a look at the king and their current sitting position.
“What next?,” Alastor inquires, smiling as ever.
“Well… let’s see… we try and find out where your ‘buttons’ are…” Lucifer then starts rubbing Alastor’s sides and brushes up against the brown nipples lining his stomach.
“Ah- my buttons you say?” Alastor seems surprised at the sensation.
“Yeah, what gets you… a little riled up. In the mood.” Lucifer responds while continuing his attentions.
“This feels… different than when I rub those cursed things.”
“I bet. It’s the similar to the difference when someone scratches your head for you. The tingles are different… yeah?” Lucifer pays extra attention to the nipples gently kneading them with his fingers.
Alastor exhales a whimper and then growls at the sound his vocal chords dared to make.
“Oh? Don’t like that, huh? We can try something else you kn—“
“Lucifer if you stop now I will bite you.” Alastor snarls and shows his black gums. “Besides I—ah, have not forgotten the damned ‘safe word’. Continue.”
Lucifer’s tail thumps the bed in excitement.
“I’ll hold you to a bite or two later, Bambi.”
He continues massaging the nipples and running his hands up and down Alastor’s fluffy sides. Alastor body twitches every now and then, his tail is moving and twitching too.
But…hmm…
“Ya feel any different?” Lucifer asks gently.
“I do feel… something. Yet, I am noting that it is not causing… arousal that we may be looking for.” Alastor says.
“Yeah… hm. I want to try not touching you there right away to see what causes arousal without going directly to the source. It feels more… I guess, like we’re paying attention to the whole of you rather than getting straight to the point of it all— if that makes sense.”
Lucifer trails his hands upward, near the chest wound. He doesn’t notice that one of his clawed fingers nicks the wound on the downturn and it causes Alastor to startle.
“Oh! Whoops— sorry, sorry! I shouldn’t have gotten handsy so close to your—“
Alastor cuts the king off, “Wait.”
“Huh?” Lucifer supplies in response.
A pause. They both are breathing steadily and feel each other’s expanding and unexpanding chests.
Then, Alastor brings his hands on top of kings and leads them to the chest wound.
“Do it again.”
Oh.
Ohhh…
“Oh? You liked that?” Lucifer feels a little mischievous… He traces a claw around the wound but not near enough to cause another reaction.
“Hmm… I don’t know… you’re still so tender here… you sure you gonna keep quiet if I play with that?”
Alastor’s ears pin back and he growls once more. He presses his backside down to Lucifer's half chub that he's been sporting now.
"Oh no, I don't believe it will be me who will struggle with being quiet my dear teacher."
Lucifer grunts and then laughs. "Still so fiercely stubborn. I knew the moment I laid eyes on you in class you'd be trouble..."
Alastor plays along.
"Oh? You were taken by me from the start? Such corruption in the faculty." Alastor shimmies his backside now, teasing. "What would the papers have to say about your illustrious school being such a place of secret debauchery? The scandal!"
At this Lucifer starts to flutter a claw on the sutures— as if he were playing a lyre. The pull of the sutures sound off as the claw passes through them. The sting is a little dulled because of Lucifer’s ritual from earlier but not completely. Alastor’s tail starts to swish and twitch.
Lucifer keens forward, pressing himself a little closer to Alastor’s back and he whispers,
“You are worth the risk, my little fawn.”
Alastor swallows at the name, his face heating up. Oh? That’s new.
The radio demon tries to save face by challenging the king, “ The only little thing here is you— Ah!”
Lucifer is having none of it though. He begins to sink a digit in the wound, past the sutures.
“You were saying, Bambi?”
Nothing is heard except breathing and the gentle squelching sound that comes from Lucifer fingering the wound.
“F-fuck you.” Alastor finally says, raspy.
“Hmm! Maybe later. If you’re good that is.” Lucifer says, in a happy tone.
Lucifer’s eyes travel down to Alastor’s sheath and—oh. Yep. There it is. The pink tapered member that he’d been looking forward to seeing.
“Ohh, take a look at that! Your buddy there decided to show.”
Alastor’s hands have firmly put themselves on Lucifer’s thighs. He regards himself briefly before looking away. Lucifer notes this and tuts Alastor.
“Uh-uh, you gotta appreciate yourself a little more! This is a normal reaction, you know?”
With a free hand Lucifer pries Alastor’s closest hand and guides him to his growing and hardening cock.
“Hold yourself—woah! Gently! Don’t put it in a choke-hold, silly. It’s not gonna hurt you.” Lucifer guides laughing a little in the end.
Alastor does as he’s told. He keens and thrusts his chest upward every time Lucifer’s digit leaves and re-enters the wound.
“And now what?” Alastor chokes out.
Lucifer’s own member twitches at this… Alastor really is new to this. Fuck.
“Glide your hand up and then down… you can firm up the hold a little if you need the pressure.” Lucifer says, ignoring how dizzy his head feels.
Alastor glides his hand in a bit unsure rhythm. Lucifer exhales shakily and puts his smaller hand around Alastor’s much bigger hand and gently stops him. He then holds Alastor’s hand to show a nice rhythm to follow.
When Alastor does this in his own accord, Lucifer smiles.
“Y-yeah, that’s it, you got it. You’re a fast learner little fawn.”
“This— little fawn will impale you with his horns if you continue with that name, little apple.”
Lucifer laughs at this.
“Oh? Sorry, how’s this: will this strong and handsome buck tell me how it feels to touch himself?”
Alastor grunts and looks away for a moment before closing his eyes.
“It feels… good— Ah-!” Lucifer sank his digit much further than usual. “Lucifer you tyrant!”
Lucifer puffs a little giggle as he wiggles the currently offending finger.
“Ya want more?”
Alastor groans and then sighs… he’d be lying if he said not really— this is so new to him and he’s starting to feel a bit dizzy himself. Like he’s getting lost in a forest and all the compasses are spinning helplessly.
He wants to get lost with Lucifer.
He nods.
Lucifer then extracts his finger from the wound with a final shhlp sound.
He then motions that he’s going to get up and Alastor stops with his ministrations and lets Lucifer escape the confines of his back side. He regards Lucifer and notes that the fallen angel’s member is fully erect now and leaking.
Lucifer then turns around to look at Alastor and cocks his hip to the side and crosses his arms. Lucifer is smiling.
“Okay big guy. Level with me here: Do you want to penetrate me or should I do the honors? Do you want to penetrate at all?”
Alastor considers this…
“I’m interested but, truthfully I am not sure on who leads. I have no experience on how to please someone… so, I suppose that… it falls to you.”
Lucifer’s brows rise up a little. Honestly, he wasn’t expecting that. He’d thought that Alastor would loathe being penetrated for his first time. Oh man. Okay.
“Alright then! I’ll make sure to make this as pleasant as possible for ya.”
Lucifer then snaps his fingers and a red bottle of lube and a small string of condoms manifests on the bed— along with some toys. He goes right for a condom and tears one off the pack. He gets right to work putting it on. Alastor looks at the toys quizzically.
They’re varying colors, one is small and tapered while others are different sizes… also there’s one that looks like a string of… beads? There’s a sort of triangular handle at the end.
Lucifer then grabs the lube, clicks it open and drizzles some of the clear liquid onto the smaller tapered toy.
“Okay, sooo… since you’re new to this, you’re going to be, like, insanely tight. You’re gonna not wanna take anything in at first and it’s probably going to feel a little painful but— I think your pain tolerance is super duper high.”
He clicks the bottle closed again and presents the toy to Alastor.
“This is something to introduce you to the sensation.”
Alastor regards it… unsure.
“It looks rather small… will I even feel the difference?”
Lucifer cups it in one hand.
“Yup. It’s gonna probably feel so weird to you since it’s something going in instead of out like one would naturally expect.”
Alastor’s mouth downturns a smidgen, as much as he can with his mouth being sewn in his perpetual smile.
“I believe I need a drink.” And walks off towards the vanity. Lucifer’s tail springs up a little in interest.
“Oh! Can I have a drink, too?”
Alastor is already pouring a cupful of whiskey.
“I’m afraid I only have the one cup.”
Lucifer pffts and says “Well, bring it over here, silly!”
Alastor rolls his eyes and brings the cup over and after giving it a drink, offers it to Lucifer who drinks it with fervor. The ice clinks as he does.
With a pwah! Lucifer gives the cup back to Alastor.
“Hey, that’s pretty good stuff!”
Alastor is closing his eyes and enjoying the drink. Lucifer’s eyes trail down to Alastor’s still erect member and bites his lip. Wow. He knows that they’ve already had a little fun but. Wow, this is really happening, huh? The vein that decorates the base of Alastor’s cock looks so mouthwatering… maybe next time they can try a little oral…
The cup of whiskey is given Lucifer again and he notices that there isn’t much left.
“I only drink ‘good stuff’ as you put it. Go on and finish it.”
Alastor then lays down at on the bed and stretches. He palms his wound and his eyebrows pinch a little. Lucifer watches him as he finishes up the drink. Alastor really is such a sight. He can get used to seeing how his muscles become taught when he stretches.
As soon as he finishes the drink, he places the cup on a night table that’s near the bed.
“Okay, let’s do this.” Lucifer says.
Alastor regards him and then sits up. Lucifer’s tail lazily undulates…
“Now… how about you skooch further on the bed and get on your hands and knees for me?”
Alastor does what he’s told but not without offering a little bit of his own commentary.
“My, what a compromising position this is… what will you do to your innocent little student?”
Lucifer bites his lip, still sore from the last time he did but the pain is good to keep him present.
“Ohh… you’ll see you little troublemaker.” Lucifer finally says as he climbs over and gets to his knees.
He has the bottle of lube float over to his free hand again and clicks it open to pour onto Alastor’s back entrance. The sensation is warm. Lucifer thinks it’s preferable to have things like this warmed up for easier insertion and sensation. He hopes that Alastor agrees.
“Troublemaker? Why, I am nothing of the sort! I have been a model student doing as I am told and— Ahh—! Ah!” Alastor is cut short from his quip with Lucifer inserting the toy in.
It makes a loud squelch sound and this incredibly embarrasses Alastor.
“You were saying?” Lucifer says while smiling.
Lucifer is slowly working the toy in and out of Alastor’s entrance. Making sure to vary the pressure as he does.
He then reaches over and starts to pump Alastor’s cock and Alastor keens and kicks his legs a little.
“Lucifer-! A— nngh, Ah—! Warning would have been nice!” Alastor protests.
Lucifer chuckles a little darkly and Alastor’s ears go into airplane mode.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Lucifer says, “You want me to stop? You remember our word, right?”
Alastor starts to move his hips and his tail wags.
“Breathe for me, Bambi.”
Alastor chokes out an exhale and Lucifer notices drool leave the radio demon’s mouth.
“Good boy.”
He can then feel Alastor clench at those words but then he moans a bit before cutting it off with another growl.
“Relaaax… now, again, do you want me to stop, Alastor?,” Lucifer asks once more.
“Nngh— Ugh— AH— No.,” Alastor replies.
“Hmm? No… what?” Lucifer teases while he shoves the toy in harshly once he feels Alastor relax.
Alastor’s body reacts by trying to move forward and away from the sensation but Lucifer cups Alastor’s stomach to keep him in place.
Alastor is clenching his jaw now but can still speak through his teeth— a small use of his radio powers.
<No… please.>
Lucifer hums… “Good, good. See? You can be taught! I knew that focusing on you would give results. The other teachers didn’t believe me. Can you imagine?”
<Wretched teachers…>
“For sure. They don’t know what they’re missing. Although…”
Lucifer extracts the toy and tosses it aside. He lubes up his own member— he didn’t expect to go this fast but there’s something about Alastor being so pliant that has got him extremely riled up.
He lines himself up on Alastor’s entrance after resting his cock between the radio demon’s butt.
“I think I’d rather have you be all mine instead of sharing…”
He starts pushing the head of his cock in and out slowly. Testing and preparing Alastor for the full thing.
<Couldn’t wait for the main event, hm?>
Lucifer laughs at this while still working his cock slowly into Alastor. He notes that Alastor is making an effort to relax while he does so. Aw, he really is a fast learner. Grade A student one might say.
“Haah… nope, couldn’t wait. You’re just so…” Lucifer gulps, “ good at sinfully taking everything in I got a little jealous of that toy…”
<Aww, jealous of a little inanimate object? My, I didn’t know that your pride was so fragile.>
“Oho, I’ll show you fragile.”
Lucifer starts to work his way further and further in to the point that Alastor kicks again but his tail is wagging the whole time. He’s enjoying the sensation of being split open like this. It’s a sort of fullness that he hasn’t felt ever. He’s surprised on the girth of Lucifer’s cock and yet somehow he wants more.
Luckily Lucifer starts rolling his hips and moving in and out. The rocking motion, Alastor notes, makes it so their respective balls collide with each other in such a way that he finds awfully titillating. The slapping sound makes his cock twitch and hit his stomach in excitement.
Alastor decides to lay his chest down so that he can reach his member more easily and starts to touch himself.
“Yesss… that’s it… use what I’ve taught you, show me you can take care of yourself, too.” Lucifer says breathlessly.
Alastor grunts each time that Lucifer sinks into his entrance again and again. He starts to feel a… certain coiling sensation.
Then something hits him like a sack of bricks and he keens forward.
“Ah! There it is, huh. Found it.”
<Wh- what was that? What did you find?> Alastor is panting, his ears pinned back and his antlers growing.
“Ohh, just a little ‘button’ of yours…,” Lucifer says in a singsong tone, “ s’called a prostate.”
Lucifer hits it again with his cock and Alastor has to blink away the white and teal stars that litter his vision. Lucifer thinks that it might be too much for Alastor too soon, yet…
<Go… faster….> The radio demon pleads.
Lucifer, not one to disappoint, angles himself so that he can lean his chest down flush to Alastor’s back and starts to pick up the pace— hitting Alastor’s prostate over and over again.
Alastor’s antlers grow more and Lucifer’s tail swishes rapidly— almost matching the rhythm of Lucifer pumping his cock into Alastor’s insides.
Their breaths mingle— still carrying the scent of the whiskey they shared earlier. The chorus of their bodies meeting echoing in Alastor’s room.
Alastor is also still pumping himself and at this point has picked up the pace to match Lucifer’s.
With a whine, Alastor is the one to hit his orgasm first and paints the bed sheets underneath him with white strings and Lucifer can feel get pumped out by the balls underneath his own.
Ah.
Lucifer’s close too.
“Almoo— osst there…” Lucifer says, his voice deep.
Lucifer starts to become erratic with his movements, feeling his climax get near. The coil in his belly flutter and constrict as it sends shock waves of pleasure. He can feel Alastor’s inside convulse as he rides out his orgasm and that sends Lucifer over the edge finally. He feels his spend inflate the condom that he’d put on and as it expands Lucifer nuzzles the furry stripe that goes down Alastor’s back… relishing in it’s softness.
As soon as Lucifer comes down from the precipice, he starts moving to extract himself— condom and all.
Once out, Alastor flips to his side, panting not unlike Lucifer.
Their eyes meet and Lucifer offers a crooked smile.
“You alright there?”
Alastor’s eyes shut close and he puts an arm over his face, hiding the fierce blush that lines his face.
“Never better.”
Lucifer chuckles. “That’s good. I hope it was good for your first time.”
Alastor looks over to Lucifer again and notes that Lucifer is bringing the condom upward to his face.
“Whatever are you doing?”
Lucifer freezes in place as if caught with his hand in a cookie jar.
“Oh! Haha— umm… This is another thing I like doing. Another kink, I guess.”
He gestures at the filled condom. Alastor notes that it’s quite filled. Lucifer then pours the contents of the condom into his mouth, keeping the condom away from his mouth but lapping up the spend within it.
“You’re… eating it?”
Lucifer has his eyes closed, his long slender split tongue licking the sides of his mouth like a cat that just ate something delectable.
After a moment, Lucifer looks at Alastor with a lidded expression.
“Yessir. Tastes pretty good too if I do say so myself.”
Alastor rolls his eyes. “Of course you’d enjoy the taste of your own seed, you prideful thing.”
Lucifer whisks away all the objects of their sexcapade away with a flourish of sparkly red magic. He also cleans the sheets with a snap of his fingers. Ahh, his magic can be real convenient sometimes. He crawls up to Alastor and flops down next to him.
“Hey! Don’t knock it till you try it.” Lucifer says, scratching the side of his face.
Alastor smiles softly at Lucifer… and something vulnerable flashes his eyes. Lucifer stares and blinks at the deer. He bites his lip…
“Al… do you want to um… hold each other? Is that alright?”
Alastor’s eyebrows rise a bit— surprised at being caught.
He sighs…
“Goodness… how is one supposed to deny such temptations from the devil himself?” Alastor teases light heartedly.
Lucifer smiles and flutters his eyes before he reaches out to hug Alastor which Alastor hugs in turn. Lucifer nuzzles his face on the tuft of fur that rests above the wound. His tail wrapping itself around Alastor’s leg again, too— as if it belongs there.
And you know, for the night?
They both do.