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Lucifer watched the lingering candlelight caress the tall silhouette of his lover. Alastor stood just an arm’s length away, confident and sensual. Lucifer drank in the sight as if it would quench millennia of thirst.
Alastor raised his arms, the lithe muscle just underneath soft fur-covered skin writhed with the movement. Long fingers plunged into silky crimson hair in a lascivious tease. Alastor pulled up his hair into a loose bun, exposing the beautiful column of his neck and the deep bruising left there by Lucifer’s own lips.
Lucifer’s gaze wandered further, tracing the lines of bare skin. The king had left his mark; his teeth, his tongue, his claws and his come. Alastor was indelibly his. A growl pushed at the back of his throat when Alastor’s tail caught his attention with a playful sway. The pale, heart shaped fur framed his ass was one of the king’s favorite features of the Overlord. In the fading candlelight, Lucifer could how the fur was damp from their combined arousal and he knew the soft skin underneath would be red with bruises.
Alastor glanced over his shoulder, his carmine eyes glowing in the dark room like rubies. A thin line of blood slowly trailed from where he had bitten his lip. The hooded gaze was sin incarnate and Lucifer could already feel himself falling right back in.
“You’re insatiable.” Alastor commented, though the way his eyelids slipped further closed and he bit back into his torn lip gave him away.
“For you? Always.” Lucifer responded in that deep tone that always made Alastor react beautifully. Lucifer stood up from couch he had been recovering on. He quickly crossed the room to press his clothed chest against Alastor’s back. Sin charred hands rested on thin hips and squeezed into the flesh. The overlord hummed and pushed back into the touch.
Lucifer kissed at the thoroughly marked flesh of Alastor’s back and trailed his hands forward to rest at the crest of Alastor’s pelvis, right over his womb. If they weren’t already late, he’d be bending his sinner over the bed and Alastor was well aware of it.
“What are you up to, you little devil?” Alastor inquiried even as his hips arched forward into the touch.
“Oh me? Nothing at all.” Lucifer lied through his teeth, trailing his hand further down until he was gently cupping Alastor’s ruined sex. “Just,” he purred, his fingertip just barely pushing past the soaked folds. Alastor exhaled a shaky breath, his thighs trembling from just the phantom touch from how sensitive he still was. “Giving you something to look forward to.”
Alastor’s fell open with a delightful whine and his brows pinched together when Lucifer finally began to circle two fingers around his clit. The king groaned against a new mark on Alastor’s back. “How are you still so wet?” He growled.
All that answered him was the wet squelching from between sex bruised thighs. Alastor’s ears pressed tight to his head while he circled his hips into the attention. Lucifer flicked out his tongue, tasting their shared lust in the air and drinking in as an aphrodisiac.
“Your pussy is soaked, baby. You need me inside you that bad?” Lucifer’s words made the overlord shiver and tilt his head back.
“Lu - fuck - I’m coming. Oh, oh -” Alastor whined breathlessly as another orgasm threatened to render him in two. Lucifer had half a mind to bring Alastor right to the edge before wrenching his hand away. The overlord would be forced to go about his day, soaking his underwear as the memory of morning reminded him of the climax he craved so desperately.
But not with Alastor like this, sensual, decadent and beautiful. His slick dripped down Lucifer’s fingers landed on the floor in dime size puddles. Even after drinking his fill not too long ago, the king was tempted to supplicate on his knees and drink from the source. “Fuck. Come for me. Show me how good it feels.”
“Oh, oh fuck.” Alastor moaned, digging his claws into Lucifer’s forearms for support. “I'm about to come. Luci - ah!” Alastor wailed as his orgasm rushed through his body. The beautiful musculature tensed and writhed beneath Lucifer’s practiced touch. The king continued to rub his fingers over the swollen clit until Alastor slapped his hand away with a fussy noise.
“You dastardly beast.” Alastor accused even through the glow of his orgasm. “You’re incorrigible.”
“So…see you tonight?”
“…yes.”