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"I just don't see why we have to wear these- these stupid cuffs! If anything, they'll only make me want to murder you more!"
"C'mon, Smiles, it ain't that bad! It's... kinda hot, if you think about it."
"Nope! Not at all! Not thinking about it!"
Angel Dust chuckled at the man he got to call his boyfriend, gently tugged on the warded cuffs that connected his top left wrist to Alastor's right. "Don't be so dramatic, it'll be over before you know it."
"Dramatic is my middle name, dear, and as much as I love you, I'd rather not be physically attached to you for the entire day." Alastor growled, shaking his wrist, only to stop when Angel hissed in pain. "Sorry."
Angel waved his free hand, "The princess said until we agree to get along, we can do that in under a day."
"Not realistically."
"Eh, eight hours is a lot of time if you think about it."
"Compared to the eternity of Hell, it really isn't, Angel."
Angel Dust pouted, playfully punched Alastor's shoulder, "Can you not be a party pooper for five minutes?"
Alastor tugged Angel down and pressed a kiss to his cheek, whispered sweetly, "No." Then he grabbed the spider's hand and began to drag him down the hall, "Now I have work to do, so I hope you don't."
Predictably, Angel had gotten bored rather quickly of sitting around while Alastor went through hotel related paperwork, but all it took to quiet him down was to let him control what music the radio played. Alastor would have stroked fingers through the longer fur on his head too, but the cuffs prevented that. He settled for stroking a thumb over the back of Angel's hand instead.
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"You all right, Smiles? You haven't sat still for the past hour."
"I'm fine."
"Uh huh." Angel hummed, "So what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Alastor hissed more insistantly, uncrossing his legs only to recross them.
"Really? Because ya know what it looks like to me?" The spider pushed, leaning his weight against Alastor's thigh, "It really looks like ya gotta take a piss."
"Nope. No. I don't." The deer rambled quickly, "I certainly don't need to use the bathroom right now, thank you. If you would be so kind as to remain quiet so I can finish this work."
Angel did so for all of five minutes, before Alastor's fidgeting actually began to irritate him, "Al, seriously, if you gotta piss then go piss. I've seen worse, it ain't gonna bother me."
A low growl filled with radio static came from the shorter demon, "Quiet, Angel."
"Fine. Piss ya self. That's actually kinda hot anyway."
Alastor tensed up, hand pausing its furious scribbling, "What is wrong with you? I don't need to go and I am not going to wet myself in my office!" He ended his statement with an indignant squeak, telling the spider all he needed to know.
That Alastor was seconds away from doing exactly what he said he wasn't going to do.
Angel Dust could be patient when he wanted to, so he simply waited, eyes watching Alastor like a hawk. Catching every tiny shift in his expression, in his position, the way Alastor clenched and unclenched his jaw. Catching every soft noise of anger and frustration.
Until Alastor tensed one last time and Angel Dust heard the faint sound of fabric rapidly soaking.
Angel darted from his spot beside Alastor's chair to between the Radio Demon's legs, shoving them apart to give him more room and a better view.
"Angel!" Alastor gasped, hands rushing to try and shove him away, only to awkwardly twist Angel's arm where they were still connected at the wrist.
"Ah- ow, hey! Stop that!" Angel growled back, twining their fingers together to pin Alastor's hand down to his thigh. He used his free hands to keep the deer's legs spread, watched as the puddle underneath him grew, spreading across his wooden chair until it grew too large and began to drip to the floor.
A hand clutched tightly at the longer fur on Angel's head, but it wasn't trying to move him, was just simply holding on as Alastor let out a barely there whimper.
It took everything in Angel not to lean forward and lap at the puddle, or to bury his face in Alastor's crotch.
A full minute passed before Alastor finished pissing, everything in the way thoroughly drenched, even the fur on Angel's knees was damp.
When the spider dared to drag his gaze from his boyfriend's crotch to check his face, he saw it was bright red, tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, but refusing to fall, ever present grin wavering just the slightest amount. He was quick to raise up, balance himself on top of Alastor's thighs without getting himself more wet, "Are you alright, Smiles?" He asked gently.
Alastor was quick to nod in answer.
"Good." Angel grinned, standing up and hauling Alastor with him, then spinning them to pin him to the desk. His upper arms pinned Alastor's hands to the desk, his lower pair moved South, one gripping the deer's hip, the other moving to squeeze Alastor's crotch. "Ya really liked that, huh?"
"Shut up." Alastor hissed.
Angel leaned close with a grin on his face, "No, I don't think I will." He gave Alastor's crotch another squeeze, delighted in the loud gasp he received and the strong buck of hips into his hand. He swooped down for a kiss, moved his hand to pull Al's hips flush against his instead, grinding them together.
Each groan and gasp Alastor let out was swallowed up by the spider's mouth, and each movement he made was guided by the hands on his hips and the legs he had tightly wrapped around a slim waist.
"What got ya so turned on, huh?" Angel rasped in Alastor's ear when he broke the kiss, "Did ya like how embarrassing it was? Pissing yourself at your desk while you were working? And right in front of me, too." He gave a slow roll of his hips, "Or was it the heat and the wetness that got ya? Sitting there in your own mess, how filthy, Alastor-"
"Angel-" Alastor choked out, interrupting him. His entire body was trembling, static buzzing around him and Angel knew what that meant.
"Gonna cum for me, baby?" He asked in a whisper.
Alastor cried out, bucking against him one last time, and that sent Angel over the edge too.
He lay on top of the smaller demon while they panted for breath, planted soft kisses on Alastor's cheek and neck.
A groan came from the deer once he'd caught his breath and he lightly shoved at Angel, grimacing as he spoke, "We need to clean up. I stink and I feel disgusting."
Angel chuckled, straightening up, then he fell still, "That's gonna be kind of difficult to do when we can't take our clothes off." He rattled the cuffs, giving Alastor a pointed look.
A beat of silence then-
"Well, Charlie's definitely going to believe us when we tell her that we're getting along now."