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Alastor was staring.
Lucifer fought the urge to wring his hands, but only just. The aborted movement resulted in him awkwardly twiddling his thumbs, a tellingly nervous gesture that he was helpless to hide. He wanted to say something to break the lengthening silence, but he resisted, instead choosing to look down at his traitorous hands now clasped in his lap.
It wasn’t often that Lucifer made requests of Alastor in their relationship, and most especially in their bed. He was happy to go along with whatever Alastor wanted, his top priority lying solely in Alastor’s comfort. Alastor was always a gracious lover, making sure to drive Lucifer out of his mind with pleasure no matter their positions.
Though Alastor’s preference was to be on top, even on the rare occasions that he bottomed he was anything but submissive. He would press Lucifer’s hands into the bedding as he rode the angel’s cock slow and easy, the smooth glide and the gentle strike of Alastor’s pert ass on the tops of Lucifer’s thighs creating a combination that drove Lucifer wild. All the while the smug bastard would smirk down at him, knowing exactly how his actions affected the king.
Alastor’s preference for domination only made Lucifer’s request all the more surprising.
Lucifer had been thinking about it for weeks. Had dreamt about it, if he was being completely honest. Alastor, face down in the sheets with his fawnspotted ass high in the air, his lovely tuft of a tail curled high over his back as he squirmed and squealed on Lucifer’s tongue.
Oh, yes.
Lucifer wanted that very much.
An integral part of their relationship had been the agreement that they would be completely honest with each other in their desires, and so, after a few weeks (and several drunken confessions to Husk that Lucifer rather not think about), he had finally worked up the nerve to ask Alastor if that would be something he was willing to explore.
Lucifer had expected to have to convince him. He had expected a flat-out no, or perhaps Alastor melting into the shadows only to emerge several hours later pretending like nothing had ever happened. What he did not expect was the blank, eerie stare Alastor was giving him, as if the sinner hadn’t heard him at all.
“Uh, Alastor?” Lucifer tried, after almost a minute of Alastor’s incessant gaze on him. “You okay there?”
Alastor blinked, breaking the spell. Lucifer silently sighed in relief, happy that he wouldn’t have to do something drastic like give his beau a sharp poke between the eyes to catch his attention.
“I’m perfectly fine, dearest,” Alastor said pleasantly. “I was merely… considering the implications of such a request.”
“And…?” Lucifer said, unable to hide the nervousness in his voice.
“I’m only curious to know why you would want to do such a thing. It seems rather crude,” said Alastor. His nose wrinkled in the adorable way Lucifer so loved, betraying his disgust at the notion.
Lucifer couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s kind of the point of sex, Al. Besides, I like doing it, and I’m pretty good at it, if I do say so myself. And I think you might like it, too. You can even be on top, if you want.”
He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, making the wrinkle across the bridge of Alastor’s nose deepen.
“If we were to do something of that nature, I would prefer you take the lead, if it’s all the same to you,” he said prissily. Lucifer grinned, knowing that half the battle was over.
“Of course. Just say the word, and I’ll show you how crude it can be,” he shot Alastor a lascivious wink, his nerves finally settling when Alastor rolled his eyes with begrudging affection.
“We shall see, mon cher. We shall see.”
•
It was another week before Alastor was finally ready to indulge Lucifer’s request.
Though he would have liked to pretend he was patient, in all truth Lucifer had been practically vibrating out of his skin with each passing day. Alastor knew it too, the little shit, and had dragged out the wait for almost seven days, a truly tragic amount of time that could have been better spent with Lucifer’s face buried between his cheeks.
Not that it mattered in the end, for the moment Lucifer walked into their shared room on the evening of the seventh day and found Alastor naked on the bed, his chin propped on his hand and a coquettish smile on his face, all lamentations about the wait flew straight from his head.
Lucifer had never undressed so fast in his entire long existence. He tore off his clothes and threw them to the side, uncaring of where they landed, and was joining Alastor on the bed in seconds. Alastor laughed at his antics, rolling to the side to allow Lucifer to place a lingering kiss on his lips.
“Are you really ready, or are you just trying to tease me?” Lucifer whispered as he pulled away. He pressed his forehead to Alastor’s, forcing the sinner to meet his eye.
“I’m really ready, mon cher,” Alastor said. He leaned in and delivered a teasing nip to Lucifer’s bottom lip. “I’ve heard tell of how skilled your tongue is, beyond the fact that you brag about it near-daily. Why don’t you show me what I’ve been missing?”
Lucifer didn’t need to be told twice. He pressed another quick kiss to Alastor’s lips then moved downwards, sucking and nipping at Alastor’s jaw. Alastor let out a breathy sigh as Lucifer worked over the thin skin of his jaw down to his throat, nibbling with his sharp fangs to raise blood to the surface of his skin, only to lave the marks with his tongue and will away any lasting bruises.
When Lucifer got to Alastor’s shoulder he placed his hand on the sinner’s hip, gently urging him to roll back onto his front. Alastor went willingly, spreading himself across the sheets like a cat basking in the sun. He hummed in appreciation as Lucifer left a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down his spine, caressing the knobs and bumps with his tongue.
Lucifer relished in the taste of Alastor’s skin and sweat as his teeth danced across the fawnspots at Alastor’s shoulder blades. When Alastor began to squirm he graciously moved lower, pressing his lips to the dip of Alastor’s spine and stroking at his sharp hip bones with his thumbs.
“Ass up, sweetness,” Lucifer whispered against Alastor’s skin. Alastor complied readily, arching his back and planting his knees, lifting his hips high into the air with the help of Lucifer’s hands. His tail tucked downwards, flattening against his ass shyly, but that was alright. They had all night, and Lucifer was in the mood to be worshipful.
His lips skimmed across Alastor’s lower back until they found the small furrows on either side of his spine. He licked into each small divot, laving the dimples of Venus with his tongue. He knew it couldn’t be very stimulating, but Alastor whined quietly and squirmed beneath his hands, his tail flicking where it was pressed to Lucifer’s sternum.
“Easy, love,” Lucifer whispered. “We have all night.”
“I’d rather you get on with it,” Alastor quipped over his shoulder. “Or do you not truly want it?”
He gave his ass a little wiggle for emphasis, and Lucifer had to laugh. “Alright, alright. But this is in my way,” he purred.
He slid his hand from Alastor’s hip to his tail and skated his fingers through the impossibly soft fur. Alastor shivered, the fur of his tail poofing out in Lucifer’s hand. Lucifer cooed, his heart soaring with affection. Alastor was just too damn cute.
He gave Alastor’s tail a gentle, teasing tug. Alastor twitched but otherwise didn’t respond, awaiting Lucifer’s next move. With a hum of approval Lucifer flipped Alastor’s tail upwards out of the way, stroking his thumb along the white flag beneath. He brought his other hand down to give Alastor’s ass an appreciative squeeze.
Alastor was skinny, almost grotesquely so, but what little fat he did have was centered at his ass, hips, and thighs. Lucifer squeezed again, watching with aroused fascination when the supple flesh dimpled beneath his fingers. His cock twitched and began to thicken against his thigh as he dug the claw of his thumb in, creating the smallest nick in Alastor’s skin. He licked his lips as a small bead of blood welled and spilled around the sharp point of his nail.
Snapping himself from his trance, Lucifer gave Alastor’s tail a small pat to warn him to keep it in place, then moved his hand down to Alastor’s other asscheek. He spread them, arousal skating down his spine to pool low in his gut when the small pink furl of Alastor’s hole was revealed.
Alastor shivered beneath his hands, clearly unaccustomed to being put on display. His tail twitched but didn’t move from its place curled over his back. As a reward for his obedience, Lucifer brought his blood-dotted thumb to his own mouth, sucking away the lingering taste of iron and licking the pad of it before bringing it down to press tight to Alastor’s hole.
Alastor let out a small bleat of shock, his body going rigid. Lucifer could feel Alastor’s hole flex around the pad of his thumb, fluttering eagerly as if trying to suck him in. The sensation sent a bolt of heat straight to his cock and he groaned deep in his chest, an image of sinking into that tight, welcoming heat suddenly flooding his mind. It would be so easy to open Alastor up on his fingers, to feel him squirm as he prepared his tight ass to receive Lucifer’s cock… but no, Lucifer had plans, and he was not about to let them go to waste.
They stayed like that for a moment, frozen with Lucifer’s thumb pressed against Alastor’s most intimate place.
“Is this okay?” Lucifer asked after a beat of silence.
Alastor nodded into the bed, his limbs loosening once more. “Yes,” he said, providing verbal affirmation as per their rules, his voice overlaid with thick static.
“Good,” Lucifer praised. He shuffled backwards on his knees, careful to keep his thumb pressed to the tight furl of flesh as a teasing reminder of what was to come. When he was anchored on his knees he leaned in and pressed a kiss to the very top of Alastor’s ass, just below the root of his tail. He gave a warning squeeze to Alastor’s asscheek then ducked down, hooking his thumb into the side of Alastor’s rim to spread it, giving his long, dexterous tongue room to work.
Alastor yelped as Lucifer’s tongue hit his skin, lapping over his hole in one smooth stroke. Lucifer moaned, his head swimming with the thought that he was finally doing this. He dove back in, spreading Alastor with his thumbs as he licked between his cheeks, coaxing the tight ring of muscle to open for him.
“L- Lucifer,” Alastor cried, his voice high and shrill. Radio static shrieked through the air when Lucifer dipped his tongue lower, tickling across the backs of Alastor’s balls before bringing it back up to swipe insistently at his hole once more. “That’s- I- f-fuck!”
Lucifer moaned in encouragement, yanking Alastor back onto his face when the sinner tried to wriggle out of his hold. He wasn’t letting Alastor go, not for anything, especially when those pretty, debauched sounds continued to spill from his lips.
After a few more moments Lucifer pulled back, admiring his work. Alastor’s rim was loosened and shining, so pretty in the low light of their room, but not quite messy enough for Lucifer’s liking. Without a thought he leaned in and spat onto Alastor’s hole, watching with perverse pleasure as his saliva rolled across the winking muscle. Then, he dove back in, lapping over the tight pucker over and over until the slick sounds of his enjoyment mingled with their moans, creating a filthy cacophony of pleasure that quickly filled the room.
Lucifer could feel Alastor’s hole twitching around the very tips of his forked tongue, as if begging him to dip inside. He showed mercy, licking into Alastor’s ass on the next pass, pressing his tongue deep as Alastor writhed and cried out in pleasure.
“Lucifer, Lucifer,” Alastor chanted with every breath, his thighs trembling. Lucifer opened his eyes to watch with hazy vision as Alastor dug both hands into his own hair, tugging on the delicate strands roughly as if that would somehow shield him from the pleasure.
Lucifer hummed and flicked his tongue upwards against Alastor’s walls, stimulating him from deep within. Alastor groaned, a broken, debauched sound, his hips rolling backwards against Lucifer’s face.
The sounds of Lucifer’s tongue fucking deep into Alastor’s ass were even more lewd than before: wet and messy and so deliciously guttural that it made the tips of Lucifer’s hooves curl. He flicked his tongue in and out at a rapid pace, searching with the tips until he struck Alastor’s prostate. Alastor gasped, his spine locking as Lucifer rocked his tongue over and over and over into the sensitive little gland, twirling the points of his tongue over it to provide constant stimulation.
“Lucifer, please,” Alastor begged. “Please, I need- I want to-”
Lucifer hummed in acknowledgement, the vibrations of his tongue sending Alastor’s hips kicking back with enough force to strike the hard bone of his tail against Lucifer’s nose, making him see stars. Dazed, he reached around and circled one hand around Alastor’s cock, the flesh hard and twitching beneath his fingers. He pumped Alastor sloppily as he re-focused his attention to his ass, thrusting his tongue against Alastor’s prostate with brutal precision to drive him to the edge.
Alastor came wet and screaming, his cock spurting across Lucifer’s fingers as his walls clamped down wildly on his tongue. He twitched in Lucifer’s hold, his hips bucking as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to fuck forwards into Lucifer’s fist or push back onto his face.
Lucifer worked him through it, caressing Alastor’s prostate with the dexterous forks of his tongue until Alastor was sobbing and shaking. He startled when Alastor’s tail suddenly came down on his forehead, whapping him across the face in an effort to get him to pull away.
Lucifer obliged, releasing Alastor’s spent cock and licking over his walls one last time before withdrawing with an obscene slurp. He pressed a wet, sloppy kiss to Alastor’s right asscheek, humming and cooing his appreciation into Alastor’s skin.
With a groan Alastor collapsed forward onto the bed, his long legs splaying out on either side of Lucifer’s. Lucifer followed him down, whining low in his throat. His cock was hard and aching between his thighs, throbbing with his need to come.
“Alastor, baby,” he whispered reverently, pressing small kisses to Alastor’s shoulders. He pushed his hips forward, slotting his cock into the space between Alastor’s messy thighs. “Please, let me, I need to come.”
Alastor let out a small, tired sound but spread his legs nonetheless, allowing Lucifer to slip between them. He moaned as his cock glided through the mix of saliva and cum staining Alastor’s plush thighs. Immediately, he set a frantic pace, humping against Alastor’s ass like a dog as he panted against his sweaty back, every other breath a moan of grateful appreciation.
It didn’t take long for Lucifer to come. The heat coiling low in his gut burst, sending wave after wave of pleasure boiling through his veins. His mouth dropped open on a silent cry as his hips kicked forward erratically, until finally he was spent. He slumped forward onto Alastor, plastering their sweaty bodies together.
“Oof,” Alastor complained. “You’re heavier than you look, cher.”
“Mm, give me a sec,” Lucifer groaned.
After a beat he finally worked up the energy to pull away and roll onto his side. He dragged Alastor with him despite the sinner’s grunt of displeasure, circling himself around Alastor’s lanky body with a pleased hum.
“How was it?”
“Oh, fine, I suppose,” Alastor said with a small sigh. Lucifer snorted against his back and gave him a tight squeeze.
“Don’t lie; you loved it. Want to do it again?”
“Right now?” Alastor spluttered indignantly. He propped himself up and gave Lucifer a disbelieving look over his shoulder.
“Of course not, silly,” Lucifer reassured. “Give me a few minutes, and then I’ll be ready to go.”
He laughed as Alastor batted at him over his shoulder, growling something about “temptation” and “filthy pervert”. When they finally settled Lucifer gave him another affectionate squeeze, relishing in the feel of the Radio Demon wrapped in his arms.
He couldn’t wait to do it all again.