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The King of Hell and his Queen were a peculiar pair. Though they ruled together, they had long been separated and both were known to take other lovers. Alastor had no intention of catching the eye of either one of them, but what he intended was not at all what happened.
It had been the Queen who noticed his skills on the piano and invited him to play at the palace. And play he did. He played with every bit of skill he possessed for an exceptionally appreciative audience. Both the King and Queen were known to be musically inclined and there were many singular musicians in their court. The crowd was suitably enthusiastic when he took his bow at the end of the night, and when he stood back up, Lucifer Morningstar was staring at him with burning eyes.
There was not an invitation to every party, but the second time Alastor received an invite to play at the palace, the King lavished him with praise, complimenting both his musicality and form. On the third, Lucifer asked him to dance during one of his set breaks. The King was a superb dancer and Alastor enjoyed himself immensely. At the end of his fourth visit, Alastor was invited to stay for a drink and he found himself seated on an ornate sofa in a private room. Alastor could hazard a guess where this was going.
It was a farce of a routine to coax a new lover into bed. Lucifer was well-known to occasionally participate in the debauchery that took place at these parties. He had little need to try it on someone like Alastor.
“What will you have, sweetheart?” Lucifer asked, heading towards the small wet bar in the corner of the room to make the drink himself. He'd shed his jacket at some point and looked delightfully unkempt in his shirtsleeves. Alastor blinked at the pet name. He couldn’t decide if he liked it or not.
“This is Hell, Your Majesty. Being here precludes any sweetness on my part.” Alastor sniffed, then answered the question. “Rye whiskey, neat.”
“You think?” Lucifer asked, pouring the drink over conjured ice and Alastor knew it would lack the sulfur stink of hellwater. “I bet you can be sweet when you want to.”
Alastor knew he was being courted, but it was still a surprise when the King set his hand on Alastor’s knee when he handed him the drink. Lucifer was petite for a demon, though very beautiful. Alastor suddenly understood the temptation of Eve…and why so many demons seemed happy to throw themselves at his feet.
Alastor took the drink and raised it to his nose to smell the spicy scent of the rye. Lucifer sat down and watched him, lips curved in a small smile. Alastor watched him in return over the rim of the glass, and took a sip. A delicious vintage, clearly well aged and expensive. Lucifer’s smile widened at Alastor’s obvious enjoyment of the peppery flavor.
“Tell me about yourself,” Lucifer said, still watching him with that smile, golden eyes intent on him. Alastor set the drink down on the table next to the sofa.
“Are you particularly interested in my past?” Alastor tilted his head watching Lucifer watch him. Lucifer blinked, surprised.
“I’m not uninterested,” Lucifer said, leaning forward and pressing into Alastor’s space. Alastor hummed. That was what he thought.
“Then why don’t you get on with it.”
“Get on with it? Sweetheart, I’m trying to seduce you.” Lucifer laughed, eyes bright. Alastor grimaced, ears laying back. Lucifer’s gaze sharpened, “Would you prefer not to be seduced? You don’t have to be.”
“Don’t I?” Alastor gave him an expectant look and crossed his arms. This was the King of Hell seducing him, and he absolutely had the power to take what he wanted, regardless of Alastor's opinion on the matter, except Lucifer reared back in surprise.
“Of course not. I’m not looking for an unwilling partner for the night,” Lucifer said, still leaning back. His face was unreadable now, a far cry from the easy smile from earlier.
“Ah yes, you do have a veritable bounty of willing thralls,” Alastor said, voice gone flat. “Please, do go on about your many willing conquests.”
Lucifer frowned, fully retreating from Alastor’s space, pulling his hand back.
“You didn’t have to accept the invitation for a drink and you certainly don’t have to stay now.” Lucifer looked decidedly less relaxed now. Alastor couldn’t say he felt any better about the current situation, either.
Alastor stood and backed away from the King. Lucifer stared up at him, face rather blank now. He didn’t make any moves to stop him, and Alastor discorporated into shadow.
***
Several weeks passed and Alastor assumed his invitations from the palace were finished until a missive from the Queen appeared on his door. Alastor read the invite twice. There was no mention of his previous visit or the manner of his leaving. Alastor accepted the invitation and started working on a set list.
Alastor’s return to the palace went as smoothly as it always had before. He played his set and received his due adulation. Lucifer didn’t look at him once. Alastor realized he didn’t like it.
Each successive trip to the palace left Alastor gritting his teeth a little more each time. Lucifer continued to ignore him in favor of entertaining pretty little things with more amenable personalities than his own. Debauchery was a given at a party in Hell and the King wasn't known for entertaining the same demon or demoness twice.
Alastor was not interested in becoming one of them.
It had been a particularly gruelling set on this particular evening. Alastor’s fingers were aching, but he’d received a pleased smile and nod from the Queen. He stepped over to the bar to get himself a drink when he was bumped by a scantily clad demoness and he spilled his drink on himself.
In another universe, he would have torn her to shreds and broadcast her screams to Hell at large, but this particular demon had spent the evening canoodling in the King’s lap. Alastor had already burned that bridge and decided he was not inclined to test his luck tonight. He turned on his heel and left to slip into an antechamber to get himself cleaned up.
Alastor dropped his jacket on the sofa, the same from that night he refused the King, and slipped out of his dress shirt to dab at the stains with a cloth. He heard a click behind him and whirled to find Lucifer staring at him in surprise. Alastor turned away and went back to cleaning his shirt.
“I will be finished momentarily,” Alastor said evenly. The stain was mostly gone, though the shirt was still wet. He continued fussing with it, ignoring the heavy silence behind him.
“So about that other night,” Lucifer finally said, still standing by the door.
“Ah, you mean the evening I wasn't particularly interested in becoming another one of your playthings?” Alastor asked, voice carefully neutral.
“Plaything?” Lucifer's voice was much closer now, sounding confused. Alastor turned to see Lucifer standing immediately behind him.
“Apologies, Your Majesty, do you have a better word?” Alastor turned and slid his arms back into his shirt, though he left the buttons undone. Lucifer stared for a moment before his eyes snapped up to Alastor’s face.
“Are you insinuating I'm a whore?” Lucifer looked surprised.
“No. I'm telling you I will not be one of your toys to be used briefly and thrown aside. I also do not share.” Alastor crossed his arms over his chest and glared. “We are not well suited for any kind of dalliance.”
Lucifer was staring at him. He tilted his head studying Alastor's face. He gave Alastor a small half smile, “Possessive little thing, aren't you.”
He stepped into Alastor's space, pushing him back onto the couch with a hand on his chest. Resting one knee between his legs Lucifer leaned over him and placed his thumb and first finger on his chin. Alastor's breath stuttered in his throat at the touch. Lucifer was unfairly beautiful.
“If all I wanted was a plaything, I wouldn't have spent any of my time waiting for you. Longer if you count the days you were here to play. I haven't wanted anyone since I saw you.” Lucifer's voice was serious and he leaned in and brushed their lips gently across each other.
“You haven't lacked for company,” Alastor scoffed. His eyes had slipped to half mast and despite his best intentions, Alastor could feel heat pooling in his core. Lucifer nudged his lips apart and brushed the tip of his tongue along the seam.
“I barely touched any of them. They weren’t the company I wanted.” Lucifer was pressing gentle kisses along the seam of his mouth. Alastor parted his lips on a breath and Lucifer dipped his tongue inside and Alastor tentatively reached his to brush back. He should not be encouraging this. It would lead to nowhere good.
Lucifer slid their tongues together, tasting, exploring. He pulled back slightly, brushing his thumb along Alastor’s lower lip. “I would give my kingdom to dress you in something that shows off your legs. Sit you in my lap and play with you while they watch what they can’t have.”
Alastor nipped Lucifer’s lip, drawing a bead of golden blood. He glared up at Lucifer. “And when you grow bored, I am to watch as you do the same to another?”
“And what if you grow sick of me first, hmm? I don’t claim to be any kind of catch.” Lucifer pressed in to kiss him again, heedless of the blood. The push pull of their lips was making Alastor’s head spin. Lucifer placed one hand flat on his still bare chest and pushed until he had Alastor laid out flat on the couch.
Lucifer’s mouth tasted divine. Alastor opened and let him in. Lucifer took full advantage and slid their lips together in a messy glide. Tongues tangling together, Lucifer slid his knee upwards between Alastor’s thigh to reach the core of him and reared back in surprise to look down at him when he found nothing.
Alastor’s ears flattened reflexively to his head and grimaced. “Is that a problem?”
Lucifer’s grin went sharklike as he said, “Not at all, sweetheart.” He slid a hand under Alastor’s lower back and encouraged him to arch his back and press down onto the top of his thigh. Alastor hissed as it sent a bolt of pleasure through his center.
He ground down as Lucifer pressed them together. Alastor could feel the hard line of Lucifer’s dick pressed into the groove where his leg met his hip. Lucifer delved back into his mouth and rocked them into a steady rhythm.
Alastor groaned as he raced towards climax. The feeling was building rapidly and Alastor could only clutch at Lucifer’s shoulders as he hit his peak hard. His body clenched down on nothing as his release washed over him in a wave, sensation racing out from his core. Lucifer pulled back to watch him, lips swollen and flushed with golden blood.
“Beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous,” Lucifer praised. He watched with heated eyes as Alastor fell apart beneath him. Alastor lay there panting, his shirt still open around him. Lucifer’s dick was a hard line between them. Alastor started to reach for him, but Lucifer caught his hand and redirected it to lay a kiss on the back of his fingers.
“What about–” Alastor started, confused.
Ignoring the protesting noise from Alastor, Lucifer smiled, “Another time, sweetheart, promise.”
Despite Alastor’s confusion, it couldn’t really settle into a stinging hurt when Lucifer kept watching him so intently as he slowly fumbled to put himself back together. Lucifer caught his hand and pulled him upright, leaving another kiss on the back of his knuckles. Alastor ended up leaving that night for his home still bewildered.
***
When word started circulating about the next party, Alastor waited but there was no invite from the Queen.
Without an invite, Alastor found himself with a foolish plan and contacted an acquaintance to commission a new outfit. Now, he stood in the entrance to the palace grounds in a red silken floor length halter dress with a slit so high up his thigh it was nearly indecent. The back was low enough that it dipped just under his tail. The bare skin of his back was covered with a diaphanous train that nearly hit the floor behind him.
As Alastor walked into the palace, he found it curious that the guards waved him through without an invitation, despite his being very late. His steps weren’t loud, but heads were turning anyway. In life, Alastor had always been tall and willowy. It made hiding his small chest easy in men’s clothing. In death he was even taller and leaner. The dress would be eye-catching on anyone, and even with Alastor's lack of chest, it made him look statuesque.
The party was in its late stages. Demons and Hellborn were still dancing and laughing. Though it was the kind of dancing that would have gotten them thrown out for indecency in the bars Alastor used to play for while living. If he looked hard enough at the darkened corners around the dance floor, many guests were mid-coitus. Alastor’s set was usually over before the party reached this stage of the night. He ignored them, looking for his goal.
Weaving through the crowd, Alastor found Lucifer standing on the edge of the dancefloor. He was eye-catchingly beautiful as always, but he was not smiling. Instead he was leaning out of the reach of several demons vying for his attention. Alastor was grimly pleased to find him not taking part in the debauchery. He was not entirely certain what he would have done had he found otherwise.
When Lucifer finally turned to see what was causing the crowd to buzz, Alastor watched in delight as Lucifer’s eyes immediately dropped to his exposed leg in the slit of his dress before traveling slowly up his body. The slit went nearly to the crease of his thigh and Lucifer’s eyes flicked gratifyingly red for a moment before he turned entirely to face Alastor with a growing smile.
Ignoring the other demons around them Lucifer held out a hand, palm up. Alastor raised an eyebrow, Lucifer rolled his eyes slightly and took a step towards him, still holding his hand out. This time Alastor reached for it and let the King pull him in.
“Dance with me, sweetheart,” Lucifer said, softly coaxing. Alastor dipped his head in agreement and let Lucifer spin him out onto the dance floor. The hem and train of his dress flared out around his legs, flashing the golden straps winding up his calves from the shoes he chose. Lucifer’s hands grazed his sides as they wound around each other.
“And how has your evening been, Your Majesty?” Alastor asked, tipping his head down into Lucifer’s space as they danced, so his voice wouldn’t carry. They were pressed tightly together and the silk of his dress teased enticingly across his skin from the pressure of Lucifer against him.
“Significantly better now. I didn’t think I’d get to see you tonight.” Lucifer wound an arm around his waist and danced light fingers up his back under the sheer material of the train before sliding down to brush the back of his knuckles against his tail. Alastor shivered.
“I didn’t receive an invitation to play tonight,” Alastor replied, grazing claws along Lucifer’s shoulders. He let his hand rest on the back of Lucifer's neck.”Although, the guards didn’t seem overly concerned with letting me in.”
“Ah, that would be me.” Alastor stared as Lucifer had the grace to blush. “They knew to let you in.”
“I see,” Alastor said, with no little amount of surprise. That Lucifer told them to allow him entry on the off chance he might try to attend was unexpected. Lucifer's lips quirked in a small half smile that was more self-effacing than anything Alastor had seen on him yet.
“The musicians tonight are a disgrace.” He offered, by way of a subject change.
“They really are,” Lucifer laughed and steered them towards the dais that held the matching thrones of the royal couple. When they reached it, Lucifer stepped up to the platform keeping ahold of Alastor’s hand so that he followed. Lucifer sat down in his throne and pulled Alastor across his knees and into his lap.
“I am far too tall for this,” Alastor complained, but he settled in and placed an arm around Lucifer’s shoulders. He crossed one leg over the other and let the slit in his dress fall open. One of his legs was almost completely exposed. Lucifer watched it with gratifying intensity and set his hand on Alastor’s thigh and squeezed.
“I believe I said something about your legs and sitting in my lap so I could play with you. Are you planning on indulging me, sweetheart?” Lucifer leaned up and pressed a line of slow kisses under his jaw. Alastor shivered and turned to catch Lucifer's mouth in an unhurried kiss.
“It certainly seems that way,” he murmured against Lucifer's lips and let him deepen it to something more.
Alastor felt Lucifer's hand slide higher up his leg, caressing the soft skin of his inner thigh. Alastor obliged him and uncrossed his legs so Lucifer could slip under the hem of his dress and brush teasing fingers against the soft hair covering his pussy.
The feeling was electric as Lucifer brushed his clawed fingers through the wetness collecting between his legs. Alastor gasped at the glide of them and Lucifer circled a clawed finger delicately around his clit. Alastor moaned and pulled back from the kiss to rest his forehead against Lucifer's.
“Look at you,” Lucifer whispered against his lips. The words were nearly lost in the ambient sounds of the party around them. His eyes were luminous in the low light.
“While I’ll agree my musical talents are singular, I hardly think I'm anything special to look at,” Alastor countered. “I have heard that one's eyesight might give them trouble as they age. How old is His Majesty these days?”
“I can see you perfectly, doll.” Lucifer leaned in and coaxed Alastor back into a messy kiss.
Alastor slid his fingers into Lucifer's blond hair and cupped the back of his head. Scratching lightly at Lucifer's scalp earned him an interesting little noise. Lucifer shifted away from his lips to kiss down his jaw and neck again. Alastor's eyes were half lidded and as he looked out into the crowd, there were so many pairs of glowing eyes watching them.
Lucifer pressed a little more firmly on the bundle of nerves at the apex of Alastor's labia, making him moan softly. He rubbed and pressed and teased until Alastor was fully squirming in his lap. Lucifer's other hand brushed down his bare back and wrapped around his waist, bracing him.
Alastor tore his eyes away from the crowd and glanced down between them. Lucifer's hand was barely covered by the edge of his dress. Anyone who cared to look, and Alastor knew they were looking, could see Lucifer’s hand and fingers working between Alastor's legs. He cupped the whole of Alastor's pussy and slipped back to slide a finger inside of him.
Gasping, Alastor tried to rock into it, but Lucifer's arm around him kept him still. He was so wet around Lucifer's finger, it slid right in with no resistance. Lucifer continued to kiss down his neck and shoulder while working his finger.
“You think you aren’t special, but look how many of them are watching right now.” Lucifer murmured, lips trailing across his skin. He slipped a second finger inside Alastor and began to thrust them. He ground the heel of his hand into Alastor’s clit. Alastor couldn’t help the soft moan that slipped out.
“Maybe they’re watching you. His Majesty is considered one of the most tempting beings in creation.” Alastor squirmed, trying to rock into Lucifer’s hand. The crowd around them were still dancing and laughing, some turning to watch. Including the Queen, who was seated in an alcove. She had two demons making out in front of her and another on her knees, face buried under the Queen’s dress. The Queen tipped her head and winked at Alastor with a smug smile.
Lucifer buried his fingers in the silky fluff of his tail and the moan Alastor let out turned a few more heads their way. “If they’re looking at me, it’s only because of what I’m doing to you.” Lucifer pulled back to grin at him. Alastor tipped down to kiss the smile off his face, nipping his lips and sliding a tongue in his mouth when he laughed. Lucifer continued to thrust two fingers in and out and kept his hand pressed relentlessly over his clit. The heat in his blood was building into an inferno.
The bulge of Lucifer’s dick pressed up underneath him. Alastor ground down on it and felt Lucifer groan into his mouth. His cunt felt like it was growing tighter and tighter until everything crested into a pinpoint of sensation that shattered outward from his core. Alastor gasped as it rolled over and through him, clenching down on Lucifer’s fingers.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re so perfect.” Lucifer said, voice low in his ear. The walls of his pussy were still fluttering and clenching around Lucifer’s fingers as he worked Alastor through it. Distantly, he heard a murmur go through the crowd.
Lucifer slowed the thrust of his fingers to something more gentle and slipped them out. He smoothed Alastor’s dress over his exposed cunt and reached up to pop his fingers in his mouth, sucking the fluid off them. Alastor felt his cheeks flush as he watched Lucifer pull them out slowly.
“Call it a night with me?” Lucifer finally asked, voice low and rough with suppressed arousal. “I’d like to take you somewhere more private.”
Alastor shivered and nodded, letting Lucifer wrap his arms around him. It would certainly be nice to end the evening away from the eyes on them. He’d staked his claim before the court, now he just needed to finish it.
Lucifer stood suddenly, scooping him up in his arms. Lucifer hopped down the steps, and Alastor blinked as he was set on his feet at the bottom of the dais. His knees were a little loose as he found his footing, following the orgasm Lucifer had just pulled from him.
Lucifer waved away the demons that had been watching them with an imperious hand, and drew him towards a door to the side of the room. They were halfway to the door when the crowd surged slightly around them and slowed their progress.
One demon reached out, as if meaning to touch Alastor, and Lucifer whirled on him before Alastor could react, eyes bleeding fire with vicious fury. Alastor felt a pleased little shiver slide down his spine at the possessive rage from the King. The crowd scrambled back away from them.
“Keep your fucking hands to yourself or I'll remove them permanently,” Lucifer snarled, eyes fully red and breathing fire with every word. Alastor let Lucifer reel him in with an arm around his waist and they slipped through the crowd with ease after that.
Lucifer ushered Alastor quickly through the winding halls of the palace until they reached what was clearly a guest suite bedroom. Alastor had barely crossed the threshold before the door slammed behind them and Lucifer’s hands were on him. Before he could blink, his back hit the mattress, red dress splayed out around his legs, with Lucifer looming over him.
Alastor arched up into Lucifer's body, wrapping his arms around his back to drag him down. Lucifer dipped his head and delved a tongue into his mouth, mapping out what seemed like each individual tooth as he kissed Alastor like his life depended on it. Alastor felt like each kiss was a drug, scattering his thoughts like paper confetti. When Lucifer sat back suddenly, Alastor made a huffy noise of complaint.
“I can repair it,” Lucifer said, apropos of nothing. Before Alastor could ask for clarification, he took hold of Alastor's dress with both hands and ripped it apart.
“What the absolute fuck,” Alastor demanded, eyes ticking into radio dials. Lucifer looked down at him, ravenously.
“I can repair it. Or buy you a new one. Or ten in different colors, whatever you want.” He knelt in the ruin of Alastor's dress and stared down at him. His eyes tracked down Alastor's flat chest, between his legs, all the way to his hooves. Lucifer's eyes inverted to flaming crimson.
“Will you be joining me without clothes?” Alastor demanded, piqued. He tried not to squirm at Lucifer’s blatant staring.
“In a moment,” Lucifer said absently tracing light fingers down his chest to cup his hips briefly before dragging down his legs. “Your fucking legs, sweetheart.”
“They're just legs, Sire.” Alastor said, voice breathy, as Lucifer slid down so he could drag his teeth back up the inside of Alastor's bent calf. He kissed the inside of his knee and worked his way upward.
“Yeah, they are.” Lucifer kissed up his inner thigh and buried his face in Alastor's cunt. Alastor cried out, arching in surprise.
Before the King, he'd never actually permitted anyone to do this. Any of the things he’d been allowing the King to do to him. The feeling of Lucifer's tongue working through the slick gathering between his thighs was making him burn again.
Lucifer worked Alastor’s clit with his tongue before sucking harshly, and Alastor reflexively grabbed Lucifer's hair and held on. Lucifer slid the same two fingers inside him that he'd used earlier, thrusting them in and out. Alastor arched and writhed, his body looking for more sensation. Lucifer hummed and the vibration sent a bolt of heat through him.
The sucking pulls from Lucifer's lips were quickly pushing Alastor towards another orgasm. A sudden burst of pleasure from the flick of a tongue tipped him over into his second release of the night and Alastor fell apart around Lucifer's mouth. Alastor came back to himself panting and still clutching Lucifer's hair. He forced his fingers to let go when Lucifer sat back licking his lips with a smile.
Alastor lay there trying to collect the pieces of his scattered mind when Lucifer finally decided to strip out of his jacket and pull his tie off. He would have started on the buttons of his shirt, but Alastor pushed himself up and shredded what was left of his clothes with sharp claws.
Lucifer laughed, clearly delighted. He shrugged out of the tatters and pushed forward against Alastor's body and finally, finally, they were skin to skin. Lucifer was beautiful, as expected. Alastor wrapped arms and legs around him, pulling him down. He leaned up for a kiss, and Lucifer obliged him. He could feel the urgent line of Lucifer's dick against him while they kissed.
“Are you planning on using this any time soon?” Alastor said, as he reached down between them and cupped Lucifer's cock, stroking the velvety skin.
“If you’ll permit me,” Lucifer said against his lips. Alastor parted his lips and reached for Lucifer's tongue with his own.
“If you don't get on with it, I'll make you regret ever speaking to me,” Alastor growled at him. Lucifer’s grin was heated as he shuffled down a little and lined up between Alastor's legs.
Alastor squashed a little ball of anxiety that tried to take root as Lucifer touched the tip of his cock to the sopping wet core of him. Alastor knew he was more than wet enough and loose from two other orgasms tonight. It would be fine.
Lucifer slid right in with one smooth stroke. Alastor sucked in a sharp breath. The feeling of being full was nearly overwhelming and Alastor wrapped all his limbs around Lucifer again, and dragged him in tighter.
A few gentle strokes to fully settle inside him, and Lucifer's thrusts turned brutally efficient. The drag of his cock in and out had Alastor clenching down involuntarily. Lucifer groaned and pressed their foreheads together, watching him. Alastor could see the pleasure chase across his handsome face and leaned in for another kiss, their tongues tangling together. He was already building towards another orgasm as he rocked up into Lucifer's thrusts.
Lucifer pushed up on his hands to change the angle of his dick, and suddenly, Alastor was seeing stars. He cried out, gripping Lucifer's shoulders and dragging long scratches into the pale skin of his back. The feeling just kept winding tighter and tighter and Alastor was panting near continuous moans as Lucifer hammered away inside of him. The wet sound of their bodies coming together echoed through the room.
When Lucifer smeared his lips across his cheek, Alastor turned and caught him in another kiss. Lucifer plunged his tongue inside and Alastor sucked greedily on it. Lucifer groaned into his mouth and Alastor shattered again, body clenching up as sensation broke apart over his skin. Lucifer continued to thrust through it, until Alastor whined in oversensitivity. Lucifer only needed a few more thrusts until he pressed in to grind against Alastor, swearing, as his dick pulsed inside Alastor’s cunt. When he finally pulled out, Alastor sighed in pleased relief and started to relax back into the blankets.
Lucifer’s eyes glinted in the low light and he smirked down at Alastor, “Oh, we’re not done, sweetheart.”
Lucifer barely gave Alastor any time to recover before he was sitting astride the devil's lap and riding his cock. Lucifer’s hands and the rolling motion of his hips guided Alastor's movements into a rocking grind and he came, crying out, while Lucifer murmured maddening endearments at him.
The next time, Alastor was face down with a pillow under his hips as Lucifer drove into him from behind. He clutched at the blankets as Lucifer pressed open mouthed kisses down his spine and reached around his hip. Clever fingers teased his clit between his legs until another orgasm washed over him.
The time after that, Alastor was on his back while Lucifer stood at the edge of the bed, thrusting. Alastor's legs ended up thrown over Lucifer's shoulders. He'd placed a hand over Alastor's pelvis, thumb working his clit until he'd risen to his fifth peak of the night.
The final time, Alastor was facing Lucifer as they both sat upright. Lucifer had an arm around his waist and the other across his back, helping him stay arched as they rocked together. The slow grind had him clutching Lucifer's arms and digging claws into his skin. He cried out through the pleasured pain of a final orgasm and nearly went limp in Lucifer's arms.
After, they lay spent with Lucifer sprawled out on his back. He’d shoved one arm under Alastor's shoulders, holding him close. They were both sticky with bodily fluids and stinging from multiple bite marks and scratches. It was starting to feel itchy. Alastor could see the bathroom from the bed and had the passing thought that he might like to clean up. He slid from the bed and immediately collapsed, as his legs gave out from under him.
“Falling for me already?” Lucifer teased from the bed, looking down at him. Alastor didn't respond, staring down at his legs in betrayal. He must have been silent too long because Lucifer slid out of bed and held out a hand to him. “What's the matter, never had anyone make your legs go weak?”
Alastor looked up at him, “No, I haven't.”
Something in Alastor's face must have given Lucifer pause, because the cheeky smile was falling from his face and he asked slowly, “No one's made your legs weak or–”
“I haven't had anyone,” Alastor interrupted him before he could finish the thought. Alastor grimaced and felt his ears pin back as Lucifer's face dropped into stunned shock.
“Alastor,” Lucifer started. His face was shifting through expressions too fast for Alastor to parse and it was unsettling. If Lucifer thought less of him now, he was going to bite the man.
“Come now, don't tell me you think your dick is special enough to change something fundamental about my person,” Alastor hissed, glaring up at him.
“Of course not,” Lucifer huffed, rolling his eyes. He wiggled his fingers and Alastor reluctantly took his hand, letting himself be pulled back to his feet. Lucifer helped him sit on the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees. Alastor reared back as Lucifer reached for him with glowing hands.
“Easy now, sweetheart. It's just heat.” Lucifer kept still until Alastor relaxed and nodded. Lucifer started massaging his legs with hands almost hot enough to burn. Alastor sighed in bliss as his muscles relaxed. “I still wish you'd have told me.”
“Why?” Alastor asked sharply in response to Lucifer's reproachful tone.
Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Because maybe I'd have gone a little easier on you.”
“I didn't want that from you,” Alastor said flatly, ears pinning themselves back. “I'm not fragile.”
“Your legs just gave out,” Lucifer pointed out, raising an eyebrow at him.
“I was just trying to get cleaned up. I'm sticky,” Alastor bit out through gritted teeth.
Lucifer snapped and the mess was gone instantly, from both of them and the bed. Alastor glared at him again with narrow eyes. Lucifer smiled and coaxed him back into bed, pulling Alastor across his chest. He tucked the blankets around them and placed his extremely warm hands on Alastor's lower back, massaging again, until Alastor reluctantly began to relax.
“For fucks sake, Alastor,” Lucifer finally said on a sigh. “We just– out there at the party, in front of everyone. That could have been, like, fourth date stuff at least.”
Alastor tipped his head up and let his chin dig into Lucifer's sternum making the devil wince. “I would not have let you, if it were a problem.”
Lucifer looked down at him with an exasperated expression, “You were under the impression the night you stayed for that drink that you didn't have a choice to be there!”
“And you let me leave,” Alastor pointed out, perfectly reasonable. “Which is why I came back.”
“You might be the third most infuriating person I've ever met,” Lucifer finally muttered to the ceiling.
“Only the third? I'll have to try harder,” Alastor said, voice bland. “Who has me beat?”
“My brother Michael and Mammon.” Alastor blinked, nonplussed, as Lucifer glanced back down at him. “I'm under strict orders not to fuck this up, you know.”
“Excuse me?” Alastor demanded.
“Lilith brought you here to play piano and then I had to go and make it weird. She's been laughing at me for weeks about it, but she also said if I fuck up her getting to listen to you play, she'll make sure I regret it.” Lucifer rubbed his hand up and down Alastor's back while he attempted to process that.
“Your relationship with the Queen,” Alastor began, voice tentative. He hated that, but this subject might be sensitive.
“We rule together, but we’re not together and haven’t been in a long time,” Lucifer said, still stroking his back. “We don’t interfere in each other’s other personal pursuits.”
“Except where my piano playing might be relevant,” Alastor said, voice carefully even, watching him. The King looked uncomfortable all of the sudden and it was novel.
“She might have also invited you because she knew I’d fall all over myself,” Lucifer said, pained.
“What?” Alastor growled, sudden fury burning away his relaxation. He tried to push back and away but Lucifer grabbed him and held on. He tried to phase into shadow, but his powers felt like they were hitting a brick wall. Alastor bared his teeth, “I am not some desperate artist whoring myself out for a patron! Let me go!”
“Alastor, stop! You’re a fantastic performer, she brought you here for that first! She just also knew I’d probably make an ass of myself,” Lucifer pulled Alastor forward and rolled them so he was on top, pinning Alastor down. Alastor snapped his teeth in Lucifer’s face, glaring. Lucifer dropped his head down and groaned into Alastor’s bare chest and mumbled, “I kind of have a type.”
That made Alastor pause, “Explain.”
Lucifer slid to the side so he could prop his head up on one hand and look down at him. He was no longer pinning Alastor, though he didn’t let go of one of his hands. “Tall, talented, capable of verbally eviscerating me. Legs for days.” Lucifer smiled and pulled Alastor’s hand up to kiss his fingers. “I have a type. And she knows it.”
“That doesn’t help make me feel better about being discarded one day,” Alastor said slowly, fury abating slightly. Lucifer looked skyward, muttering something about patience.
“I really feel like you’re calling me a whore again. Would it help if I told you the number of my ‘conquests’ was far lower than the tabloids would have you believe?” He asked.
“How many?” Alastor demanded, eyes narrowed.
“I don’t kiss and tell,” Lucifer said sternly, eyeing him.
“You do when it’s happening in the ballroom in front of everyone,” Alastor retorted sharply.
“Okay, that’s mostly just kissing and it’s fun. It’s totally different from what you’re thinking,” Lucifer protested. His expression was fully offended now and Alastor’s fury was fading slightly.
“I will rip the face off and eat the next person you think is just fun.” Alastor snarled viciously, eyes ticking into radio dials, “Then, I’ll deal with His Majesty.”
“Okay, first? I would expect no less from you.” Lucifer pressed his hardening dick into Alastor’s side to prove a point, “And second, that's not a turn off.”
“You cannot be serious,” Alastor said, eyes wide as he felt the hardness at his side.
“Sweetheart, I don’t actually have a refractory period. I can literally go all night,” Lucifer grinned. He relaxed back and said, “You know, you can use my title in public if you feel like you have to, but you can use my name when it’s just us, you know.”
“I will consider it,” Alastor allowed. And he would, but he would likely choose to do whichever seemed to annoy the King most at the time. “I warned you before, I will not share.”
“Good.” Lucifer’s eyes flicked red again and he said, “I’d like to think I proved earlier that I won’t either.”
Alastor hummed in agreement. He finally relaxed back into the bed and his body was now making its exhaustion known. He blinked lazily as Lucifer waved a hand to extinguish the lights.
“Get some sleep, sweetheart. I don’t plan on letting you out of this room tomorrow,” Lucifer said, brushing his hair back from his face and sliding down to tuck them together. Alastor felt sleep claim him to the feeling of delicate claws, rubbing the base of his ears.