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The Morningstars and their dates had arrived home, suddenly feeling the long hours they had spent preparing for the ball and subsequent partying. 

Vaggie guided the groggy Charlie up the stairs, who mumbled tiredly at her shoulder about making a good impression on the other nobility. The angel’s quiet reassurance made Lucifer smile, and he glanced at Alastor to check if he was still as unmoved by their day’s prolonged activities. To his surprise, Alastor was already looking at him. He had such a soft expression on his face that Lucifer’s eyes widened, but then Alastor stepped past him, traipsing up the stairs behind the girls.

“Do get to bed, your majesty! After the night we’ve had, you really mustn’t stay up ‘til all hours…” he teased. 

Lucifer’s expression soured a bit at the playful sarcasm, but they couldn’t exactly blow a kiss and say “see you soon~” with the other two still within earshot. Charlie would make a huge deal out of any hint of progress in their relationship, let alone what they had planned with Vox.

He could practically imagine everyone’s eyes bugging out.

Alastor melted into his shadows even before he had fully scaled the main staircase, and Lucifer took that as his cue to draw up his own shortcut. He stepped through a portal to his room and looked about himself in grudging dismay. 

Yeah, no. 

With the snap of convenient angelic and demonic might, all the untidy stacks of documents and random projects that had littered nearly every surface were whisked away to a storage area in his palace. He left a subtle, lingering scent of apples in the air, and it was nearly as good as cleaning with his own elbow grease!

This expedient magical method, however, left Lucifer plenty of time to anxiously pace in the open space left behind. 

True to his word, Vox arrived shortly after midnight, still wearing his button-down and slacks but missing the coat and his accessories. He materialized from a flash that shot out of a socket, making the fretful royal halt in his circuit of the room. Though the TV demon smiled broadly after he appeared, the edges of his screen seemed a bit fuzzy- the barest hint of distortion- as if he too were nervous and couldn't keep his face completely straight. 

"Good to see you again, your majesty," he drawled casually, like it had been quite some time and not merely a half hour, "I guess Alastor is going to be fashionably late?"

"Unlike you, I have no desire to have my new clothes sullied by whatever activities we might find ourselves participating in," Alastor said as he stepped out of the shadows. His sarcastic deadpan made both of the other men grin when he dramatically continued, palm splayed over his chest, "Forgive my appalling tardiness."

He had obviously changed as soon as he got home. The braids and delicate accessories were now sadly missing from his hair- monocle now his only adornment- but they’d left striking waves in the locks he usually kept rigidly straightened. He stood serenely taking in the quick clean up that Lucifer had spelled over the room, loose satin pajamas framing that willowy figure in his signature red, but accompanied by a quilted smoking jacket of ebony velvet with crisscrossing white thread work. It made him look like the caricature of a classy old film narrator.

Fashionably late indeed.

Vox looked him over and smirked, "I half expect you to have a tobacco pipe in your pocket, old man."

"It's back in my room," Alastor blithely replied, and snorted when Vox gaped at him. "I'm just joshing you, my dear. I never smoked much outside of social occasions in the old days in the first place, so I'm afraid that old pipe is merely collecting dust on a shelf. A fond memory of a different era."

"But you do have one," Lucifer pointed out, smirking at the mental image of that toothy grin with a bent wooden pipe poking out of it.

Vox's mouth, now a twisted scrawl, had a line of red dripping from it. He swallowed thickly before attempting to speak again, voice rough and deep with reverb, "Even if you don't smoke anymore, I'd love to see you with it at some point..."

Alastor gave him a narrow-eyed, wary look, "Why do I have a feeling this is some of your perversion at work..."

"I can't help it, babe," Vox laughed, shrugging his broad shoulders. Fuck, the shirt pulled tight and his chest was even nicer than Lucifer had thought... "oral fixation is part and parcel of associating you with your voice- I can't help but obsess over your mouth a bit."

"I see," Alastor sniffed dismissively, obviously attempting to breeze past this revelation.

Lucifer, for his part, could see where Vox was coming from. He now found his eyes irrevocably drawn to Alastor’s lips, his teeth, and his tongue as he talked.

"Well, gentlemen," Alastor said, leaning both hands onto his cane and absently drumming the shell of his microphone with his claws, "we should probably begin with expectations for the evening. I suppose you'll both be partial to some act or other and have ideas for how you want me to proceed? It's not quite my style to take requests during a show, but as I am humoring your earlier petition, I thought it prudent to open the floor to suggestions."

Vox looked about ready to burst from his skin with excitement, and a veritable torrent of rapid-fire words fell out of him when Lucifer only bit his lip, trapped in thought. 

“Okay Al, I know you're probably not as experienced as I am- so no pressure on performance or anything like that- but related to what I was just saying- if I were to get your mouth on me- and god please let me get that mouth on me- I think I would double die a happy man, haha!”

Alastor rolled his eyes in the midst of this, ear twitching slightly as he withstood the rush and waited for the excited demon to take a breath. Vox finally finished, eyes huge and hopeful despite the ominous swirl in the left one. No actual influence was being exuded, and Lucifer doubted either of them would be weak-minded enough to fully succumb in the first place, so it may have just been another sign of the television's excitable nature. An oddly adorable trait for another extremely unnerving powerhouse. These two were quite the pair.

Alastor took a few moments to mull it over, “It's not an immediate no. But you'll have to excuse me for a bit longer to think on it, darling.”

Vox looked mildly disappointed though not surprised, but didn't get to launch into any other suggestions before Alastor turned to Lucifer and raised an eyebrow, “You're being rather quiet, my king. You're not usually one to let your subjects talk over you without protest.”

Lucifer rubbed the back of his neck in chagrin, “It's just been a long time since I've had-" well, anything, "multiple partners at once-" he dodged the admission quickly. He wasn't used to being so thoroughly caught on the back foot, but that had been a reality of his for the past few months of dealing with this particular sinner it seemed…

"I can top or bottom, whatever works out best for- Uh, well, I've never really had a preference- but it does seem kind of wasteful to not..." he felt suddenly self-conscious, admitting this particular detail to someone he would readily throttle on a good day, and the relative stranger who was also the head of the company that made money smack talking on a hell-wide scale. What the hell was he even doing...

Just as he felt himself starting to retreat inward, Alastor stepped forward and grabbed his chin, pulling him up to look him in the eyes.

"Tell me what you wish of me, my king," he growled, in just a dangerous enough tone that Lucifer's toes would have curled if he had them.

"It's been a long time but-” the words ripped from Lucifer's lungs as if caught up in a sudden gale, “I used to be a bit of a… a ‘size queen’..." he rasped; the final struggling hiss of air through tattered sailcloth in a raging storm.

"Oh fuuck-" Vox gasped, his words drawing out into a nearly agonized groan. He’d understood the implication immediately, and the palpable hunger in his voice was heady, "This is going to be the best night of my afterlife, calling it now!"

Lucifer chuckled nervously, but Alastor was still looking directly into his eyes, unblinking red smoldering directly into yellow. Lucifer wasn't sure what he was thinking, but the sharp V of his lips finally parted to draw his tongue slowly across his teeth in a measured movement. It looked almost tactically deployed for all the damage it did to his heart.

"Let us begin, then."

Without any further warning, Alastor’s shadow lengthened and surrounded the other two men- long protrusions growing from the floor as if they were suddenly being corralled within black ironwork bars of murky smoke. The circle solidified nearly as quickly, and each appendage attacked their clothing with careful precision, disrobing them without damaging their finery. Alastor was the only one who was allowed to take his clothes off at his leisure, shrugging out of his smoking jacket and draping it across the plush back of a settee. Lucifer made a protesting noise at the invasive assistance, but Vox seemed almost giddy at their touch.

"Oh, baby, I've had dreams like this for years."

"Must you inform me of that every single time?" Alastor quipped, voice indulgently amused despite his obvious exasperation, "How many battles have you told me that now? It grows tired, Vox, as do I..."

"I can't help it. Your magic is just too hot, it's not fair."

"Don't you have your cables?"

"It's not as good as having you behind it, though," Vox sighed, wistful, and Alastor snorted.

Cables? Lucifer wondered, barely following the conversation as he fought to keep his underwear at least, but more tentacles joined in the effort and finally rested it away from him. He summoned his wings and hid within them for the moment, feeling utterly foolish but not quite ready to be so exposed. 

Vox noticed while dutifully stepping out of his own underwear, a wide smile spanning his face when he cocked one hip to the side and rested his knuckles on it to pose unashamedly, "Oh, are we doing 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours'? Kinda surprised you'd be shy after all this time down here, your majesty..."

"It's been a while, okay?" Lucifer mumbled, somewhat mortified.

Even his brief glance had been enough to bring color to his cheeks. Vox had some decent girth to him and had obviously gotten creative with LEDs... his eyes moved to look elsewhere quickly, landing on the freshly exposed nape of Alastor’s long neck. He was still turned around, placing his clothes on the furniture, down to his own older style boxers. They had the high waist and adjustable buttoned band typical of the early twentieth century, and were white and red in pinstripes that accentuated his long legs. Lucifer took in the dark, soft fur that grew along his lower spine and calves, tufted in the middle where it was longer, and hoped he'd soon be allowed to touch it. The fur grew thicker before disappearing into his underwear, the waistband a colorful contrast between it and the absentmindedly flicking tail that poked out through a hole that had obviously been altered into the garment. 

The tail had some red in it as well, a bit darker than on Alastor's head where it mixed into the black but he could just make out the edge of white on the underside. He wondered idly if there were any situations in which the implacable demon would ever flash that white flag in surrender.

A burning heat suddenly ignited within him, and he had a dark, all-consuming desire to make that a reality...

Vox must have seen something in his expression because he leaned over and whispered to him, "I don't know exactly what you're thinking but I feel like I totally get what's on your mind..."

"You were definitely right about his mouth," Lucifer said, "but I think I'm just more interested in the visual of him on his knees."

Vox chuckled, "Luci, babe, I'm all for visual- but we might be in for a fight if either of us want a glimpse of that. Either way, tonight'll be worth it."

"You two do realize that I can hear you?" Alastor said, turning about in his underwear, knuckles going to prop against his hips as if he were glaring down disappointing children, "Go get comfortable with each other on the bed if you're that bored."

"Not bored, Al, just enjoying the show!" Vox jeered, demonstratively dragging his eyes up and down all the exposed skin and ruffled fur.

"I prefer my performances sans unnecessary heckling, dear. Those who have attempted to do so in the past found themselves being picked from my teeth by their own shattered bones..."

Lucifer snorted, "Don't be so dramatic... You're the one who told us to give ideas. Even if you're not ready for anything you think too demeaning, it doesn't mean we can't put the suggestions out there so you can think them over."

Alastor's lips pulled back in a disgruntled baring of fangs, and Lucifer thought that implying the deer’s prideful hesitance was foolish might just yield results, "Besides, we're all big boys here... Vox and I wouldn't think less of you if you did. Not like I haven't gone down on people before."

Vox nodded sagely, "Yeah, same. I'm practically a pro... and that was coming from a pro."

Alastor scoffed, "Leave me to my disrobing you 'oh-so-talented' charlatans... go on!"

He waved a hand at them, shooing them away, and Lucifer stage-whispered to the television, "What was the point of him changing beforehand if he was just gonna strip here? He just loves being a priss..."

Vox snickered but turned to him with a secretive smirk. He had nearly no warning as he was scooped up in a strong hold, hidden muscles bunching around him. Lucifer gasped as he was thrown to the bed by Vox in an exuberant, arching toss- the tall showman clambering on after him with a wide shark tooth grin.

"There you are, your majesty! Nice to get a better view finally... I must say, you look hot with your wings out, but it might get a little complicated if you don't tuck them away for now."

Lucifer felt pinned beneath that gaze, the large body looming even as he crawled toward him. Before he got close, Lucifer’s wings slid into their hiding places and pressed back against his pillows. The size of him… he felt delightfully incapable of escape- and a thrill raced through him as the glow of that hungry gaze roved his smaller frame greedily.

"Just as pretty as the legends said," Vox murmured under his breath. 

Lucifer, despite having heard it all before, despite it falling from the mouths of a multitude over the millennia, still felt so damn hot under that scrutiny. Vox ran large glowing claws up his side without preamble, and he trembled eagerly when it skated onto his chest- circling one nipple as the nub began to stiffen under the attention.

"So lovely..." Vox growled to himself, and that deepening timbre made another part of Lucifer's anatomy begin to rouse, "I'm going to have so much fun making a mess of you... your skin is like a damn canvas, just waiting to be colored up into a masterpiece."

"I couldn't agree more!" Alastor drawled, sitting on the edge of the bed. "It seems we have a mutual goal in mind, my dear."

The leering demons were obviously very enthusiastic about the prospect of bodily harm, but in this particular instance, Lucifer didn't think he could find any issue with it.

"You guys better promise me that you won't do anything anywhere that'll show in the morning..."

"What?" Vox simpered, "you don't think you want to join us in Broadcasting?"

Alastor barked out a laugh, joining the other media demon in playful sarcasm, "Oh indeed! Why not share the happy news with your people! Wouldn't it be a shame to not boast the end of your celibacy?"

"Ughhh, you're the worst!" Lucifer griped. "I knew I shouldn't have agreed to tonight..."

Alastor reached over to toy with his hair, wrapping a bit around one claw delicately and giving a light tug, "Darling, this is hardly going to end with merely one evening's fraternizing... There are far too many activities to fit into the span of one night, so I'm afraid Pandora's evils are quite out of the box." 

"Exactly," Vox said, "I've had decades worth of ideas for what to do if Al ever stopped fuckin' with me, let alone all the new ideas that include your delightful little variables- those're going into a spreadsheet as we speak."

Well.

Lucifer was hardly one to back down from a challenge, and despite his misgivings about the two men, it had been a long time...

They waited, indulgently patient smiles on their faces as he worked up his nerve, but their eyes were like the unwavering leer of ravenous beasts, ready to consume him when he let them loose.

He expelled a shaky breath, "If you'll go easy on me, boys..."

Permission given, Vox wasted no time. 

The television leaned over him, and to his surprise, a long, blue tongue extended from the deceptively solid surface of his face to press a hot, heavy, tingling trail over Lucifer's collarbone and up his neck.

"Mmm..." he growled, "cute as a pie and just as sweet..."

Not to be outdone, Alastor drew his legs up onto the bed and finally came closer, sitting back on his hooves beside Lucifer's waist as he roamed his own claws up the ridge of Vox's spine. The deer smirked, full of himself as usual, when it made a hitched breath shudder out over Lucifer's skin.

"Make some room, dear, you're not the only one who wants a taste," he crooned, humor and static lacing his voice. "I'm the one that's had to live with the man for months, so I believe I'm owed a few bites."

"Excuse me!?" Lucifer squawked indignantly, but any further complaint was cut off when Vox's mouth moved back down to his chest on the other side and gave a cheeky nip. Vox shuffled over, straddling his knee to allow Alastor to join them, then pressed his screen against his soft pectoral to suck the hard nub there into the strange surface. The teasing of teeth joined the sensation of gentle suction and tongue, and he moaned, claws finding the bedspread and fisting there.

"Ahh..." Alastor said, his face now hovering over Lucifer’s when he blinked, "what a glorious sound, my dear... you really must sing more for us."

But, contrary as always, Alastor leaned in to capture his lips.

If Lucifer had claimed that the radio demon applying that whip-sharp tongue to plundering his mouth wasn't the hottest thing to happen to him in the last century, he would have been lying. He couldn't be sure if the moan he let out was from Vox’s claws trailing down his stomach to palm him, or if it was the way Alastor sucked his lower lip into his mouth and bit it bloody, but prophets preserve him... both at once..!

Alastor’s hand must have done something to Vox as well, because he whined against Lucifer's skin, a rush of venting air from the back of his casing ruffling the radio demon's chest fur. 

Vox's hips canted forward, his heavy cock pressing against Lucifer's upper thigh slickly. There was a brief moment where Lucifer rocked up to meet him but then Vox shifted his weight and his large hand wrapped around both of them and- Bliss.

That tight hold stuttered Lucifer's movements as his head arched back against his pillow.

Alastor didn't much approve of him moving, chasing his mouth with a growl and reaching his free hand to grip the back of Lucifer's neck tightly in place. 

Vox leaned back to change his angle and Lucifer briefly caught a glimpse of him rolling back between red tipped fingers and his own grasp around their erections, his I squeezed shut and mouth open as he panted quiet expletives into the air.

Lucifer's hand came up to drag through Alastor's hair- the kinky waves left by the braids he had worn were just barely damp with sweat and Lucifer thought, gleeful, it would only get more curly as the humidity built between the three of them. It was more coarse than he was expecting but ironically the fur on his ears were fluffier than a normal deer. 

He pulled on one experimentally. 

It wasn't that rough of a tug but Alastor gasped through his nose and cracked an eye open to look at him. The red of his sclera and irises were both glowing around his dilated pupils, and there was a near neon border of green between them reminiscent of the glow Lucifer often saw when he used his shadows. 

Lucifer tugged again- harder- breaking their kiss, and his rough voice sounded so punched out he nearly didn't recognize it as he ordered, "Give Vox whatever lube you used earlier and get your ass up here, I want to taste more of you."

The appreciative groan from Vox behind Alastor made Lucifer laugh breathlessly against Alastor’s lips while the deer hovered a breath away and stared at him, gaze assessing.

"I believe you've got the wrong idea, your majesty..." The dramatic irony that dripped from his maw as he said this was palpable, "I am the one in command this evening, and it is only through my own graciousness that I am participating."

"Sure, sure, whatever makes you happy," Lucifer said in exasperation, "But will you please hurry it up?" 

Vox repositioned himself across Lucifer's torso facing the opposite direction and, while he couldn't see what was happening anymore, those sharp claws now felt like they had some sort of silicone coating. Warm and sleek, one set of long fingers wrapped around their cocks again as two of the others began dipping experimentally into Lucifer. The hold around them slowed, slipping over his need in a frustrating crawl from root to tip, a quite literal offhand progression while the man concentrated on opening Lucifer up. 

The unhurried rhythm had Lucifer trembling, but then a long finger brushed against something inside him that made him jerk, crisp gasp earning a triumphant growl from Vox.

"...bingo..."

Alastor smirked at Lucifer's heated face, and he turned to assess the proceedings.

"Vox darling," he said casually, "do us a favor and draw out Lucifer's torture a bit? I believe he needs to earn his treat..."

"Ha! Edge him a bit, yeah?" Vox chuckled, "Absolutely~"

Lucifer groaned, hands coming up to cover his face. He pulled at his hair when Vox's fingers began to toy with him more purposefully. Now that he knew just where he needed to strike, Vox did everything but. 

"You’re so- fuck- fuck, Al, I hate you-"

"I'm not doing anything to you!" Alastor sang smugly.

"I fuckin' know!" Lucifer whined, and growled in frustration when Vox joined in Alastor's laugh at his expense.

"Welcome to my world, Lucifer. This is what you get when you sign up for the biggest cocktease in all of Hell!"

Alastor rolled his eyes, the oddly affectionate expression something he seemed to do often around the TV demon, and twisted about to place a kiss on Vox’s shoulder. The other man immediately stiffened, and Lucifer felt his grip flutter uncertainly around them as all progress halted.

"Al?" he breathed.

"Don't mind me, darling, keep going," Alastor said between kisses, continuing to mouth hotly up the trapezius muscle onto his neck.

"Hnn- Alastor... this makes it hard… to- to concentrate-" Vox's cock throbbed against him, and Lucifer snapped his hips up in his own bit of teasing revenge, making him cry out. "Fuck! Damn- okay, deserved, but gimme a sec to-" another thrust against that thick cock, Vox's hand tightening again, "Luciferrr!"

Lucifer panted out a mischievous laugh that mingled with the delighted one Alastor made as he bit Vox’s neck; the following obscene moan drowning both of them out.

He had thought that the television demon’s voice was hot before, but it was magical in ecstasy. As Alastor dotingly sucked on the crook of his neck, Vox's attentions to Lucifer waned just enough that Lucifer could finally blink the haze out of his eyes and give Alastor an appreciative glance. 

Oh fuck...

If Vox had girth, Alastor had length. 

He wasn't some kind of pencil dick, it definitely looked like it would still be thick enough to make him shake on its own, but damn... how did he also have tentacles? Sometimes life- or afterlife as the sinner's case may be- wasn't fair.

He just knew the combination of the two men was going to shatter his mind.

Vox whined and Lucifer bucked again, making him choke wetly and Alastor hum against his nape. The monarch's hand ran experimentally from Alastor's knee up his thigh where it opposite his chest, gauging the deer demon's reaction while curiously caressing the sparse fur that began closer to his crotch.

Alastor had twitched, but, as there was no protest, he continued higher until he could trail inky fingertips over Alastor’s sleepy length.

He went slowly, giving the other man every opportunity just as a precaution, but allowed his hand to tease the soft skin there and toy with the fur near its base.

Alastor shifted on his hip, using his torment at Vox's neck as an excuse and lessening the strain on his back while simultaneously pushing up into Lucifer’s palm, hesitant, and the angel smiled warmly at his quiet permission.

Wrapping his hand around him, he began to stroke, feeling out any microscopic twitch or hitch of breath upon Vox's shoulder. The latter was more difficult, as Vox continued his enthusiastic litany between sharp-toothed hickeys and quick thrusts from the devil against his cock.

"Al- Alastor - shit shit fuck! Ah-" he was thrusting harder into his grasp beside Lucifer and accidentally found the king's prostate as he grew more distracted. The unintentional end to Vox’s teasing made Lucifer groan with every clumsy strike of those curved fingertips.

"Vo~x? I believe Lucifer is plenty ready now..." Alastor taunted, poking one of the bite marks he'd left and earning another ragged moan. It looked deeper than the others and bled, confirmed when Alastor licked his finger, "perhaps you should get back on task?"

"And who's- who's fault do you think that is-" Vox grumbled under his breath as he climbed off of Lucifer's waist, cock bobbing heavily between his thighs as he turned around again and pulled Lucifer's legs up over his own navy ones. Pale ankles hooked around his trim waist and he grinned, "That's okay, my 'task' waited patiently for me... Hopefully his majesty appreciates that I'm used to working late hours to get the job done right."

"I'd always heard that you're kind of a workaholic," Lucifer grinned back conspiratorially.

He gripped Alastor more harshly and then dragged his fist over his head in a purposeful twist, making the man give a sudden jerk. 

"Cheeky..." Alastor growled.

"Maybe I wouldn't give so much cheek if you would fill mine-" Lucifer goaded.

Vox laughed and began to ease his freshly slicked cock into the smaller man at last, "Yeah Al, get with the program already," he gave a light, demonstrative slap on one of Lucifer's ass cheeks before snapping his hips in the rest of the way.

"Fuck yes..." Lucifer moaned to the ceiling as his neck arched quickly back. Vox didn't immediately start pounding into him, to his surprise, but ground against him in a few short rolls that made his voice pitch in time, "ohhH. Oh- fuck, you're hired..."

That quiet, smokey chuckle of his really made the angel's spine tingle already, but even more so when they were so connected. 

Alastor had observed their merrymaking for several moments, content to oversee what he'd orchestrated with the minimal connection of Lucifer's hand to the proceedings. But he soon realized he was unsatisfied by this cautious pressure.

He wanted more.

Even if it meant giving in to Lucifer's brazen demand earlier.

Sitting up on his knees, he grabbed Lucifer's wrist and pulled him away, noting the flash of anxious uncertainty in his expression.

"You were doing a bang-up job dear, don't fret, but I believe your mouth is looking rather tempting."

Lucifer's eyes grew wide as he sat up on his knees and straddled his chest, perching there with a smug smirk for a moment just to observe the comical reaction. Lucifer's hands, undeterred by his removal, came to rest on the fur where his upper thighs and hips met in a dappled pattern. It seemed to be an unconscious steadying, but whether it was for Alastor or the king himself was up for interpretation. 

He could feel the movements of Vox's thrusts, as if he were the passenger on a strange trail ride, and he felt a ludicrous desire to grab Lucifer's hair like reins. Not one to deny himself small pleasures, Alastor's fingers dove into that tousled mop of golden flax. It was pure silk between his fingers, and he stroked through it ponderously several times before closing his fist at the root and jerking the slightest bit. Lucifer's chin came up, his two-toned eyes smoldering dangerous hunger at the sinner shifting farther up his body.

"Not that I mind a little rough treatment, but go easy on the hairline, will ya? I'm already a stressed old man, after all."

"Oh nonsense," Alastor scoffed, releasing the tension regardless and scratching an apology into his scalp. His cock had stirred enough in Lucifer's hand that it stood proudly now, leaning toward the Angel's face under its own weight; blossoming under the influence of that solar pull.

Lucifer tucked his chin again to reach him, forked tongue appearing from a knowing grin and embracing the underside of his flushed head in a welcome brush of heat. 

Alastor pushed against the muscle and gave a sigh of appreciation at the mouthy kiss at his tip while contemplating logistics. Perhaps it would be better to turn about? He hadn't given much thought on deployment of sexual positions before this, but now he felt woefully out of his depth, despite his earlier confidence. 

He was well-read on anatomical journals and some of the more macabre medical texts, but, beyond knowing the basic mechanics, he supposed there was more finesse expected during intercourse if one were to impress a partner- or two. Alastor did observe that it was rather difficult for Lucifer to reach him, and though it felt quite nice as it was, the curve of his member and that of the esophagus left an easier avenue to explore.

He bent forward and braced a hand upon the headboard, curling over Lucifer's head as he tugged him back by his hair again to catch his eye. Ahh- the intoxicated gaze that met his was contagious...

He could sip this feeling for hours, but he didn't think his companions would appreciate quite that much torture. Instead, he ran his thumb over Lucifer's reddened lips and murmured, "I'm going to turn, dear, so I hope you'll pardon me momentarily."

Lucifer gave a dim nod, biting his lip at a slow roll from Vox. The radio demon appreciated his colleague's dedication to the bit, and as he re-positioned himself over Lucifer's face, he realized this position afforded him another advantage. 

He could observe the field at large again, taking in the impressions Vox's sharp fingers had left- regardless of the safety caps- motley trails of color over the ivory in varying depths of orange and yellow. Perhaps that was how angels bruised? Something to look into later, as Lucifer had never let him see any sort of injury before. 

It was an odd feeling to have breaths ghost over one's genitals. 

Especially the winded, shuddering groan that hit the base of his cock as he hovered above Lucifer's face on his knees.

"Well my king, it seems you got me on my knees after all. But may I assume this isn't what you had in mind?"

Lucifer answered him with a firm kiss to his shaft, and Alastor caught a glimpse of Vox licking his lips as well.

"This is so fucking hot, we'll be lucky if I don't have a meltdown...."

"Yes, please do restrain yourself," Alastor deadpanned. "Once is a funny inconvenience. Twice is a horde of people on our doorstep demanding I answer for it."

Looking back at the eagerly mouthy angel, he quirked a devious grin at the vision between his legs, "Open up for me, sweetheart..."

That serpent's tongue lolled out for him, and he sank into the wet, welcoming abyss with a quiet moan.

Oh... my...

He supposed this was why Vox was so enthralled by the idea.

Then the tongue moved.  

Suction.

The careful drag of teeth.

Hands cupping his sack.

Alastor's hands had to brace against Lucifer's abdomen as his thighs shook.

Vox looked so damn smug about his temporary loss of coherence that Alastor managed to pull himself out of his reverie to glare at him. A couple of black vines sprouted behind the television demon and did some preparations out of his eye line, careful to avoid the rear cameras on his head casing. When he thought them ready, they gave a forceful shove at the man's back, toppling the TV toward him, arms flailing a bit before crushing his hands into the bedspread heavily on either side of Lucifer's hips.

"-the fuck!?" he yelped, indignant.

Alastor caught the bottom of his screen in one hand and dragged him up into a kiss, moaning at the distinct hitch of breath this earned combined with the lovely work Lucifer was doing below.

Vox had always placed a high value on a kiss from him, he knew, so he had always dangled it just out of reach. The obsession with his voice, his mouth- any brush of his lips on a knuckle or a paned "cheek"- the ego-trip his equally vocal rival always bestowed upon him was heady. He felt a physical shiver against him in tandem with the one disrupting their frequencies. There were several telltale crackles above their heads, and Alastor smiled wider into Vox's needy groan while imagining the usual sparks that were likely tracing hearts in the air between his antenna.

And then.

His spelled shadow tendrils brushed against the cleft of Vox's ass and beside his cock, unfortunately having stilled once again within Lucifer.

Both men made such yearning sounds at this single touch that he could have supped on that for ages as well.

Ahhh - it was always wonderous to feel such power over others.

Vox's whine at his mouth might have been heart-rending out of context, but he would have laughed at him regardless. His snort made the man open his mouth- to complain he guessed- but then Alastor could seize even more territory like the conquering Overlord he was.

One hand pricking golden dew from the soft, angelic flesh beneath him, one gripping his rival's face in place as he stole every broken sound and swallowed them whole. Both fallen men slowly pressing their aching needs into the welcoming heat of the original Fallen himself.

The tentacles breached at the same time, filling Vox and tightening the ring around his cock as its companion joined him within the angel. Lucifer cried out, and the broken moan around Alastor’s cock made the radio demon bite Vox's tongue quite by accident. The electrifying zing of sour metal went along with Vox's blood, the flavor of iron in higher concentration tingling across his tongue like that ridiculous popping rock candy he'd made him try in the eighties. 

See, now? This delicacy was much more his speed.

Every time Vox stopped moving his hips before, Lucifer would whine and buck his hips to have the friction resume, but now the incessant torment of both men had them both twitching back against Alastor’s puppet strings like dependent marionettes. 

Delicious...

He wasn't above chasing his own pleasure, however.

"Sucking face" was a rather crass term for enthusiastic kissing, but if one were to, say- have their dick down the throat of the king of Hell, and, simultaneously, have their tongue being deep-throated by a sentient television with something to prove- then perhaps the phrase would be apt. 

Vox had certainly earned rightful approval from his director friend, if this was an accurate representation of his repertoire.

Lucifer swallowed around him and Alastor moaned, willing his hips not to snap into that welcoming gullet out of sync. Vox trembled in his grasp and the heavier breaths from both men alerted him to the coming tide.

The tentacles pulled away and his victims gasped, anguished. 

Vox's voice threw- desperate, raw need lacing through it as it fell from his rear speakers, "Alastor, you bastard, please..."

"But weren't you just bragging about being used to late nights?" the radio demon replied from his microphone, propped against the furnishings that held their clothes. 

He nibbled the electric organ tangled with his own tongue, and pulled back until it slowly pulled out of his grasp. Carefully dragging his viciously sharp fangs down that long expanse made Vox's breaths so wetly ragged, Alastor was surprised he wasn't choked up with actual tears. Left with a wrecked expression, the television's obvious pleasure was superimposed with a silly, jutting tip of his tongue from his screen. 

Kittenish and uncertain.

He was adorable.

Alastor leaned in again, a more chaste kiss pressed to those digital lips, and gave a modicum of mercy. 

Waving his finger in a "very well, get a move on" sort of aerial spiral, his summoned appendages resumed their work, freshly resupplied with lubricant and raring to go. His companions, both having toed the line several times between their own chicanery and with Alastor’s influence, practically quaked under his punishingly slow build. He incrementally gathered momentum, seeming not to do much as he went along, but soon they were rutting into each other like the primordial beasts Lucifer would have seen in that garden so long ago. 

If all sins stemmed from the taste of a single fruit, this evening would likely set off a domino effect for the three of them.

Lucifer was somehow not the first to break, despite having been toyed with the most.

Alastor was vexed to find his unfamiliarity had made him ill-prepared for the wave's crest. Lucifer must have seen the signs- felt the tightening of his balls and the press of his thighs around his head. He wrapped his sooty forearms around the back of Alastor’s waist, hands splayed over the soft buckskin of his ass and held on as he swallowed once- twice- more- milking him through the sudden fury of his climax.

Vox's cock withdrew from Lucifer and rubbed both of them to the precipice and beyond, pressing familiarly against his cock until they shuddered and broke. He painted more of that lower abdomen with their seed, a marvelous addition to that portion of their canvas in Alastor's opinion. 

His back had curled forward, antenna practically nestled against the deer's chest fur, and they barely avoided the fragrant singe of hair as he spent himself and their king with single-minded focus. He was only able to rest for a few labored breaths before Al pressed a hand against his chest, gripping the firm muscle with authority- definitely not out of desire, what nonsense- and pushed him firmly back with a hooded expression.

Before Vox could question him, he followed, lowering himself to his elbows… and began cleaning both of them up.

“Fuck, oh- oh my god- I- fuck,” Vox gasped eloquently, voice high with disbelief and, probably, delirium.

Alastor brought a hand up to hold the two of them together, allowing him to lave over them both with the hot, flat breadth of his tongue.

Vox keened and he felt hands ghost just over his hair, like the television wanted to bury the brightening azure claws amongst the red and hold him there, but didn't want his dick bitten off at the presumption. Alastor pressed a wet kiss to his tip in thanks, and murmured, "gently dear..." in magnanimous gentility.

Lucifer moaned around Alastor’s half-softened member- not having been allowed the freedom of his own verbal response- and the radio demon slipped the combined girth of both of their heads into his maw, giving a sloppily audible suck. 

Alastor’s ears pinned back a bit under Vox's palm at the- frankly, disgusting- noise, but the other men were quite vocally approving.

All three of them were still mildly overstimulated from their recent expenditure, but perhaps stamina was something that was influenced by power scale. Alastor had never thought to wonder about this, but the three of them teetered between a mind-blowing first round and a second rousing at astonishing speed. This rapid recovery occurred seemingly without much of a segue. He had only ever spent himself by himself, and had been rather frugal with his own indulgences in that regard, only finishing with minimal, practiced movements and not thinking much of it. 

But his opinion was now irrevocably altered.

And with his decent amount of magical strength, perhaps it afforded him some perks he had never quite explored…

Another inquiry to be made later. Lucifer would probably be the most knowledgeable about such things, with his lengthy and likely storied history, but he could only imagine how tickled the man was going to be when he posed such a question. He wasn't looking forward to that conversation at all.

Truly though, it seemed as though no time had passed before all three of their bodies reawakened under Alastor's ministrations, and he was moderately chagrined when he realized his own body was just as on board. Lucifer had been a rather good sport about it, despite what would surely leave an ache in his jaw later. His hands scratched down Alastor’s back until he had hardened, still embraced in that velvet heat. Now they stroked fondly, in magnificent tandem with the bobbing of his head, meeting Alastor's involuntary shallow thrusts with renewed vigor. He wrapped claws around the fluff of tail at one point and began to rub his thumb into the flesh under the base, giving gentle, reverent tugs through the fur to the tip.

Alastor was appreciative of this mindful treatment, undoubtedly from Lucifer's own experience with a tail, as neither were liable to fancy being unable to sit for days on end if they were mishandled. However, because Lucifer had his own extended tailbone, this also meant he had an inkling of where the most sensitive areas were.

The pad of his thumb dug deep into the nerves that lay beneath the fur and skin, and he kept moving down and around the edge of his entrance to the perineum, massaging just as toe-curlingly into that bundle of nerves. Every groan this elicited made the other two echo him, and Alastor felt all-powerful as he relaxed his jaw and throat, engulfing them- each in turn or in shallow partnership. 

Vox was struggling the most, his hand trembled while trying to calmly stroke through scarlet hair, and several times Alastor ignored an accidental harsh grip on an ear or antler when he did something to draw a glitching gasp. 

The man practically sobbed every time he pulled off to pay Lucifer his due- covetous of his attention as ever- and he purposefully dragged his hand more slowly down his shaft in a spiteful tease. The following hiccuping whine glitched with popping static and Alastor chuckled around Lucifer’s length, receiving his own reward in kind when Lucifer swallowed and moaned around him shakily. 

This particular feedback loop continued until Alastor felt the twitching of Vox's thighs had built to a sufficient degree, and he sat up without warning, giving the man an evil grin before melting completely out of Lucifer's hold. Appearing behind Vox, his arms wrapped possessively around his heaving chest. 

The other media demon barely had enough time to process the sudden disappearance before he gasped at Alastor's claws raking stinging thrills over his pectorals and collarbone. Vox made a disbelieving noise, caught in his throat between incredulous and inquisitive, and acted as if he wanted to turn to look at him- the plastic casing bumping against Alastor's hair in an aborted movement. 

“Wha- why are you?” he managed through ragged pants.

“You don't think I'm going to let this evening end without giving you your fair share, do you darling?” Alastor purred, lips practically brushing against one of his audio inputs, "You're not the only one with decades of time to make up for..."

The very notable gulp this extorted stoked his pride, and he pushed a blue shoulder down with his chin so he could nuzzle closer into his neck. Alastor pressed another burning kiss as close to that bobbing apple as he could. Vox's unsteady breathing was glitching enough to be concerning out of context, but he always took it as a point of pride that he was one of the few who could get the supposedly unflappable CEO so worked up.

“Surely you don't think I prepared you earlier only for my magic to have its way with you..." he persisted, and the man stopped breathing momentarily. 

Vox finally lives up to his title as an Entertainer, he thought smugly.

He snickered to himself before giving another soft kiss below his "ear", whispering, "Lay down beside him for me, if you please..."

Vox nodded with the slightest dip of his screen, obviously stunned, and practically fell to his hands on either side of Lucifer before tipping to one side and hitting the comforter on his back. Lucifer, eyebrow raised and looking between them, said, "Uh, he okay?"

Alastor smirked and ran his hands up the inside of their adjacent thighs, Vox's rising in invitation and Lucifer's hesitating in their previous position from before Vox's hasty exit from the stage.

“He is merely preparing for the next Act in our little performance, dear. We may not have the remaining time to satisfy your request but-” he crooked a finger and more of his power manifested, several varying sizes of undulating darkness stretching across the sovereign and pinning him beneath Alastor's glowing gaze. His claws drew idly over the exposed bits of white in the taut restraints, pressing down on the slight bulges they formed between them as if they were the ivories he’d tickle on a piano. If he played them well, he supposed he would hear quite a unique piece.

Alastor smiled in delight at the suffusion of gold that ran from Lucifer's heated cheeks down to his chest at his attentions. It seemed Lucifer had an inkling of what he was up to, and he could feel a heated stare as he picked out a jazzy little number along the man's legs.

His tools would leave marvelous bruises. The radio demon was eager to see if they'd bloom into a visible keyboard even out of his grasp.

Three of the thicker tendrils had been set aside for a special purpose and were joined by one of the smaller as the thin wisp wound creepingly along Lucifer's skin. It trailed light temptation over the exposed and slickened entrance before moving up to weave a soft embrace around his balls, looping several times up his shaft like an enterprising vine before fully solidifying. Its companions, sleek with lubricant and ready for their duties, took up position near Lucifer's ass. Alastor let the slightest caress alert the man to the coming activities… his eyes widened and, almost impossibly, blush deepened even further. 

"Oh..." he breathed in realization, voice practically a squeak.

Alastor's fangs gleamed ominously as he gave a wide, knowing smile.

"Enjoy~" he sang smugly, and the first of his tentacles moved to press in.

Thus began Lucifer's ruin. Each would alternate turns as commanded, occasionally filling him in pairs, building his tolerance until he was stretched enough to take all three... but Alastor would wait to give that particular treat the proper attention it deserved- once he had Vox sufficiently squirming as well.

“Now Vox, my darling- whatever shall I do with you?” he crooned, rubbing his hands over the softer flesh of the man's welcoming inner thighs as his body came to nestle between them. “I must say, this really is your angle. It suits you quite magnificently…”

The static snow that filled his screen seemed to affect his voice as well, as he sounded nearly garbled when he replied, "Y- you don't look half bad from here, either."

Alastor’s glittering fangs were on captivating display, but his gaze softened at this, "I've kept you waiting… long enough now, I believe," with a muted snap and a swift spark of vibrant green, a nondescript glass vial appeared in his hand, "Why don’t we hear more of that splendid voice of yours- his majesty and I are fully savoring the greatest hits album!"

Vox obviously didn't appreciate his joke, but was only able to glare up at him for a few moments before his eyes squeezed shut and he bit his lip. Reverb amplified whines rent from his throat as warm lube was worked over his dick again, followed shortly by the other hand working him open- simultaneous, all-consuming paradise making bars of color flicker over his screen while he began rocking helplessly between the sensations.

Muscles bunched in Vox's abdomen, and Alastor watched in rapt fascination as the man chased his pleasure between the dual delights of his fingers. 

“Alastor..." his delectably willing victim begged quietly. A choking cough as he tried to clear his throat and then again, more loudly, "Alastor- I need-"

The radio demon’s hands moved even slower, and he leaned over that technologically "advanced" face as it failed to maintain a steady picture, his voice smug, "Yes, dearest?"

"Please just…  Al, doll, I can't… I just want- fuck me! I want you inside me!" 

The desperate pleas were music to his ears, and he abruptly dropped his teasing so he could pull Vox into an embrace and kiss him, passionately devouring the feeling of those phantasmal lips trembling against his. He rolled his hips against his old friend, exalting in the shaky wine that filled his mouth. 

With a thought, he used his extra set of hands to line them up, the whisper of his shadow’s grip efficiently performing its task and fading into obscurity until called upon again.

True to form, he slid home in the most achingly drawn out manner he could manage- around his own need. There was a sudden, high shriek in their frequency- then a bulb burst somewhere outside the room, likely in the hallway. He chuckled at Vox's guttural moan when Alastor bottomed out, resting there just to bask in his warmth and kissing him fondly while he allowed the man to regain some composure. 

Absurdly, Lucifer panted out an "aww..." at their antics, and Alastor pulled back from the impassioned display to cut him a baffled look.

He couldn’t see everything from where he was atop Vox’s chest, but it seemed the king wasn't in much better shape. Cock weeping new beads onto his soft stomach, Lucifer’s breaths heaved, and Alastor had the out of place realization that angels could get goosebumps at their hair follicles as well. 

He still managed to continue smirking at the Overlord, teasing, "Who knew you could be so sweet on someone..."

"I can be as sweet or mischievous as I like, my king," the demon snorted dismissively, willing two of his dark instruments to grind into the devil in a punishing offset of each other. 

Lucifer bucked with a gasp, and Alastor stretched his neck out to seize the closest nipple in his mouth for a moment, following Vox's earlier example. The skin surrounding it prickled even further at the wash of hot breath and tongue as the cool air in the room hit the moist flesh, and he practically preened over the effect he had on the man despite being inside of another.

"Oh god, that's so fuckin' hot," Vox's weak voice said from beneath him.

He glanced over to see hazy red eyes watching him. Normally sharp pupils were blown into wilder, jagged slashes; the left on the verge of warping into the coiled filament-like shape that usually glowed within his hypnotic spiral. Alastor sucked on that pale, peaked nub and rolled his hips into him, maintaining eye contact while Vox's mouth opened in a lovely moan. He nipped- Lucifer’s voice joined the TV in a discordant whine that ended in a curse when his shadow-ribboned cock was squeezed at Alastor’s silent command.

They were just so fun to play with!

He built a steady pace within Vox, and was pleased when the man finally stopped basking in awe at the moment and began to give as good as he got. Practiced musculature squeezed around his length as he sank into him or withdrew, pulling deep groans from the radio demon that would’ve been the talk of the Ring if they’d ever aired. His hand gripped authoritatively at the television demon’s waist while he arched his back from the bed to drive down over him with eager abandon, and he could feel the man’s hot blood on his fingertips when the claws broke skin. Alastor left equally noteworthy bites on what he could reach of Lucifer’s chest and arm, happy to time his work with the steady drive of his implements. 

Grinding his hips in a deep roll, Alastor felt Vox clench in furious desperation upon him, trying to possess every inch of him for just a moment longer before he slipped away. He pulled out to the tip and sheathed himself to the hilt, grinding again, all while his name was chorused by the two men beneath his influence.

When the resistance in Lucifer’s body had eased enough around his tools, he finally allowed him the taste of true fullness.

The final arm in his arsenal for the evening slipped delicately into the taut rim while one of its companions flexed, holding back its true girth until it had enough inside to negate any immediate rejection from the king’s body. Timing it on the devil’s inhalations, Alastor allowed his extension to ratchet up in width gradually. Soon the three were taking turns without the king seeming to notice, lost in pleasure and the sting of Alastor’s teeth. But finally he drove two in at once, the third held back to merely stretch his entrance, and he appeared to startle. 

“T- there’s- is that all three? Oh- it’s so g-” 

Good? Great? Godawful? 

The answer was lost to the choked cry when the third entered the fray.

“So deep-!” he practically screamed his elation at the ceiling, “hnn... it’s so big, oh I haven’t had- fuck I didn’t think I could anymore-” he panted as his rocking body scrunched up the sheets beside the other demons.

Alastor laughed, pleased that he’d obviously done well, “Merely a matter of opening you up again it seems. Your anatomy is far more malleable in the first place, as I doubt Vox or I could’ve achieved that with one evening’s perseverance.”

Something to be said for a partner to be a shapeshifter, he supposed.

Vox was also steadily wrinkling the sheets, claws on the verge of tearing the royal bed covers. He seemed to love a particular angle that Alastor had found, and groaned deeply every time he deigned to hit it again. He was trying to keep the two men on their toes, leading them around as he always did- albeit horizontally. But the hours and fatigue of the day had begun to wear on him, and his final salvo might as well tie up Lucifer’s initial request. 

His free hand reached into Lucifer’s hair and pulled him from where it had been thrown back into the pillows, bringing their mouths together roughly so he could devour the desperate plea as his shadows faded away and left him achingly empty. 

His own personal doppelganger split from his figure and grabbed Lucifer at his thin waist, depositing him atop Vox and pulling him down to meet Alastor’s hips. Fading partially back into its master, an outline of it remained, manic grin superimposed. He only really needed one part of his secondary body, and he wore it nearly like a belted toy, leaving Lucifer a shadowy strap to enjoy in addition to Vox's girth. The realization hit Lucifer’s bewildered expression like a collision, pinched eyebrows rising so quickly as his eyes widened that it seemed as though they’d shoot right into his hair. The devil grinned wolfishly, obviously thrilled, and pushed his hooves into the mattress to allow Alastor to assist Vox into him. 

Vox moaned at the embrace, Lucifer slipping onto his cock more easily with his recent stretching. Alastor generously allowed them time to adjust before guiding his own extra length to that entrance, pushing the nearly indistinct head past the rim to an approving ovation. As he was the only one with the proper room to move, he pulled back and angled his hips so that his flesh and the added cock would bottom out at the same time, before thrusting home.

“oH FUCK!”  Vox yelped. 

“Yessss…” Lucifer moaned.

Vox tightened around him, his body racked with multiple sensations, and Lucifer did his best to roll down upon the two of them with the shaky support of his legs. 

The bed creaked and, though it was sturdy enough, Alastor had the absurd thought that it would serve the ancient curmudgeon right if a couple of sinner upstarts broke his bed in his first sally back into pleasures of the flesh.  

The angel wasn't tall enough to obscure Alastor's reaching Vox to kiss him, but he did have to angle himself so that he wasn't completely crushing the angel between them when he attempted to do so, not that Lucifer seemed to be complaining. If anything, he seemed to relish the proximity- sandwiching him between their bodies only made him writhe against them with more gusto- clinging to Alastor all the while. With every grind of one cock, the other took their turn thrusting. Lucifer moaned obscenely into Alastor's chest, his grip on that bony frame drawing stinging scratches over his back.

As if seeking some avenue for turnabout, the opportune lining up of Lucifer's face with a previously fur-hidden nipple had him beginning to mouth at it heatedly, surprising Alastor into snapping his hips forward- shamefully out of tempo. A serpentine hiss rushed out against his chest as he and Vox sank into the smaller man at the same time, filling the tight hole in a lewdly stretched plunge instead of their previous turn taking. Lucifer’s fangs even appeared sharper than usual in his bloodied lip when Alastor looked down on him, and the cannibal indulgently bent double to swipe it up with his tongue. 

His own grin glowed- all eerie smugness.

Vox heaved a broken groan as they both pulled out to their tips and, after they thrust in together, he managed a near feral growl, speakers buzzing, “Lucifer, don't know what you did to him but- do it again.”

The radio demon hadn't ever expected any sensitivity there but, like many other unexpected discoveries that night, he found he wasn't that opposed to the new sensation.

He could appreciate why Lucifer had been so into his and Vox's attention to his chest. It made him run his claws up those pale ribs again, drawing just the slightest prickle of gold in an arc as he traced his way up to pay his own respects to Lucifer's stiff nipples. He imagined the sharp talons would have been painful on such a sensitive area, but the vocal enthusiasm didn't seem to discourage further attention. He couldn't wait to see what the final result of his and Vox's painting would be, and brought his mouth to Lucifer's shoulder to leave another mark there beside one of Vox's wider ones. It was always necessary for artists to sign their work after all… 

If they got their way, he would end up with so many signatures on his skin that it would look as if the Overlords had declared independence.

Vox’s hands had grabbed Lucifer’s shoulders, pushing up into him as his hands pressed down, and the restrained sparks that danced over his knuckles were purposefully pulled away toward his own face in what must’ve been an attempt to not burn his holy skin. His claws trembled tightly regardless, leaving heated lines that weren’t quite singed- merely a warm bruise.

They were nearing the end, his own body ready for the ecstasy and heights of release, the liberation from the stressors of the day and simple freedom of euphoria.

Lucifer’s body shook in his grasp, and he chose to sate his sovereign first and end the drawn out rollercoaster of hormones. He caught the man’s eye and his pale hand, and very deliberately dragged his tongue over his palm until it wet his own longer fingers. He brought both to Lucifer’s twitching length, and relished the whine of ragged abandon as they pumped together. It wasn’t long until their fervor was rewarded, and his last gasp was wet with tears as he was finally allowed to spill again. Blurred eyes met his avaricious ones and Alastor brought their soiled palms back up to his mouth to taste his own reward.

Lucifer cursed under his breath, and shifted to move off of Vox but was halted. The rigid grip of Alastor’s other hand on his hip made him grit his teeth in a frustrated groan, but the radio demon didn’t care how sensitive he was, there was one last thing he wanted to do…

Through a bit of inspired use of his power, he traded places with his shadow. His body melted upward, his own flesh now alongside Vox’s within Lucifer and his doppelganger filling the man below. His legs were slightly longer, and his back curved over the two men at a higher angle onto his elbows at their sides. This new vantage point allowed him to grind just where he needed. 

“God I fuckin’ love your mind-!” Vox laughed, hysterical at the verge of his own end.

It wasn’t long.

He spent himself inside of the angel and had the odd sensation of Vox's cock pulsing against his soon after, and he managed to stay propped up on his elbows just long enough to withdraw, Lucifer grunting with a comical “oof-!” when one of his elbows gave out. Their moist skin already began to feel clammy in the cool air, sliding awfully against each other, and he growled in disgust as he pivoted off of the smushed demon and to Vox's side.

“Lucifer, will you do the honors, or shall I?” he prompted.

“Hmm?”

It took a few moments to sink in, but then a snap of gold skittered across their skin, and all of them sighed at the feeling of freshness that washed over them.

“That's handy,” Vox drawled. “I can always do a bit of wire surfing and recompose fresh as a daisy, but it's not exactly charming to leave someone to clean up by themselves. You guys have it good.”

“Well,” Alastor grinned, propping his chin upon the back of a hand as it came to rest on Vox's upper arm, “if this little game continues, I'd say you'd reap some of the benefits as well…”

“Hell yeah,” he sighed contentedly.

Lucifer wiggled onto the larger demon's other side and settled his head upon Vox's chest with a hum of pleasure, immediately seeming far too cozy and soft for someone who had been moaning like a debauched temptress scant minutes before. Vox even wound an arm around his shoulders and tucked him under it- Lucifer nuzzling into him in thanks- like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Alastor snorted. They hadn't even opened their eyes. It was as if they were tuckered out pups settling down after an afternoon of playful romping. Oddly endearing for a couple of Hell's most fearsome.

Taking their cue, Alastor located the comforter they had somehow kicked down to the corner of the bed, barely holding on to the edge of the mattress and pooling to the floor, and had his shadow pull it up over them. He molded himself more snugly against Vox and stretched his arm across him possessively, letting his fingers do the same in Lucifer's hair. The king hummed happily again as he stroked through it, pushing loose locks of corn silk out of his eyes as Alastor rubbed his cheek fondly into the crook of Vox's shoulder. The bottom of his screen unfortunately didn't allow him to fully nuzzle further into his neck, but a heavy hand slid into his hair and began to rub his ears in fond acknowledgement, careful not to poke the sensitive flesh with sharp claws. He kissed Vox's collarbone through a sleepy smile.

"Night, Al," Vox murmured, voice rough with fatigue or, perhaps, affection.

Lucifer was already snoring quietly, lips parted as whispers of air left him. Alastor smirked, warm and sated, filled to the brim with ridiculous fluttering in that moment. He felt utterly suffused with an unnameable, wretched feeling from ear to hoof tips. His eyes were heavy, but he wanted to watch the angel's relaxed expression- bathed in the soft ambient glow that Vox's screen dimmed to- across the comfortable expanse of navy muscle. 

Something had pierced deeply at the neglected core he had tentatively allowed these men into at separate times in his afterlife. But this impromptu rendezvous hadn't ended in disaster- far from it… and Alastor was very privately grateful that they were, remarkably, able to share this moment of peace as he whispered to his dozing companions.

"Sleep well, mes cœurs."