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The human in Lucifer’s lap squirmed, his aggravation palpable. Lucifer simply grinned and nuzzled against his nape, the skin there overwarm from the blush that had crept up into his hairline some time ago. Not that the stubborn little thing would ever admit to how flustered he was. No, this version of Alastor was just as tenacious as his demon counterpart - perhaps even more so, as he had not yet learned the pleasure there was to be found in submission.
“Hanging in there, sweetheart?” Lucifer whispered into the shell of Alastor’s adorably rounded ear.
“I am not your sweetheart,” came Alastor’s waspish reply.
He was as stiff as a board in Lucifer’s lap - and very likely stiff in other places, too, though Lucifer hadn’t yet deigned to check - his only movements being the occasional shifting of his weight as he fought to make himself comfortable. If he would simply relax against Lucifer at his back, he would be plenty cozy; as it was, Lucifer had to resort to keeping an iron grip on his slim hips, holding him firmly in place in his lap.
Lucifer’s cock was hard and straining against his boxers. Though the temptation was strong, he held himself back from rocking into the pert little ass only inches away from the blot of wetness that had already formed at the tip. Tonight was all about lessons, and Alastor needed to relax before he could be taught.
“You know, if you would just give in, this would all be so much more enjoyable for you,” Lucifer murmured against the soft skin behind Alastor’s ear. The dark curls there smelled like fresh-split hickory wood and arousal. He tipped his head and took in a greedy inhale, feeling high on Alastor’s scent alone. He grinned to himself when he felt Alastor’s resulting shiver.
“I highly doubt that,” Alastor said. He tried for a confident tone but fell short when his words were followed by a shaky swallow, his throat clicking nervously. Adorable.
“Mm, why doubt me when the evidence is right there in front of you? Look at them, my sweet. See how much you love this.”
Lucifer hooked his chin over Alastor’s shoulder and took in the show before them. In the middle of the bed, just outside the range of Lucifer’s hooves, were Lucifer and Alastor’s counterparts.
Lucifer, as he had been in Heaven - back when he had been Samael - his hair falling in soft golden curls nearly to his shoulders, his twilight-blue eyes screwed tightly shut and his head tossed back in pleasure. One hand was clamped over his mouth, muffling the moans that threatened to spill forth, and the other was buried in the thick crimson tresses of the Radio Demon feasting between his thighs. Those fluffy ears Lucifer so loved were folded back to stay out of the way of grasping, desperate fingers. Alastor’s usual attire was stripped away to a simple button-down shirt that was rolled to his elbows, his suspenders pooling across the bed at his hips. His trousers had been kicked halfway down by Samael’s frantic golden hooves, revealing a tail that wagged madly over scratched and bleeding buttocks.
The Alastor in Lucifer’s lap let out a trembling exhale, his fingers spasming where they were clenched tightly into the hems of Lucifer’s boxers. He had fisted his hands into the fabric over Lucifer’s thighs some time ago, though Lucifer doubted he was even aware of it. Poor thing was so preoccupied with being in control, he didn’t even realize that he was slowly losing it.
“Aren’t they beautiful together?” Lucifer asked quietly. “How many times have you made me come now? How many more will you?”
“That’s not me,” Alastor denied. He was trembling now, sweat beading at his temples. Lucifer licked up a salty drop, humming to himself when Alastor jolted in his lap.
“But it is. Two sides to the same coin, my love. He is who you will become. Who you’ve always been.”
Alastor shook his head, but it was a weak, jerky thing born of reflex more than true rebuttal. Lucifer rewarded the slow crumble of Alastor’s resolve with a gentle nibble, the razor points of his teeth scraping against the delicate skin of Alastor’s throat. One bite and he could tear out the human’s jugular as easily as biting into an apple. Easier, with the way the thin flesh protecting his most precious lifeblood was soft and buttery beneath Lucifer’s teeth. Lucifer would never, of course, but Alastor seemed to sense the threat all the same. He shivered hard in Lucifer’s hold, goosebumps rising against the forks of Lucifer’s tongue.
“So sensitive,” Lucifer murmured. “Virgins always are.”
“I’m not- that’s-”
“Don’t waste your breath,” Lucifer chuckled. “I was the one to take the last scrap of innocence you had. You were never satisfied with the dredges of humanity - no, only the Devil himself would do for you, spoiled thing. You were so sweet for me, you know. Squirming and crying on my cock. Begging for it.”
“I would never,” Alastor hissed.
“But you did. And you will again.”
“It is you who is doing the begging,” Alastor pointed out. He inclined his head towards the scene before them, where his demonic self had thrown Samael’s slim legs over his shoulders and was bearing down on him, eating him out with ravenous hunger. Shimmery golden tears were streaming down Samael’s cherubic cheeks. Both hands were over his mouth now, desperately trying to stave off the high whines that were barely muffled by his palms.
“Submission and domination are two facets of the same gem, sweet thing,” Lucifer said. “There are so many ways to experience pleasure. Shall I show you some of them?”
Alastor’s breath hitched, his grip on the fabric of Lucifer’s boxers going so tight that Lucifer could hear the stitches straining and popping. He was so close to just giving in… just one more push…
“N-no,” Alastor decided shakily. Lucifer hummed in assent and leaned back against the headboard, putting some distance between himself and the wriggling man in his lap. Air rushed in between them, cold and unwelcome, and Lucifer watched as goosebumps crept up Alastor’s spine. As much as Lucifer would delight in continuing to tease, Alastor had said no, and he wouldn’t dare push for more than he was welcome to.
At his hooves, there came a high, broken cry, indicating that Samael had come again. Lucifer glanced around Alastor’s shoulder and saw the way that Samael’s back was bowed off the bed, his legs clamped tightly around Alastor’s head and crossed at the ankles between his shoulder blades, preventing him from pulling away. The Alastor currently being suffocated in angelic cunt grunted and lifted his hands, carefully untangling snow-white calves that had not yet been marred by the Fall from around his head.
He came up for air like a man half-drowned, gasping and gulping down precious oxygen that he technically did not need. He looked a mess - pupils blown, gaze glassy, lips, chin and cheeks smeared with iridescent slick. His smile was a lazy, pleasured thing, and if Lucifer didn’t know any better, he would have guessed the demon was two sheets to the wind. As it was, the only imbibing Alastor had divulged in was on pussy.
“Feeling good, big buck?” Lucifer asked. He strained his hoof towards Alastor, just barely managing to caress his fawnspotted shoulder with the very tips of the neatly trimmed keratin.
“Mm,” Alastor confirmed with a low hum. The radio on Lucifer’s nightstand flickered to life and sputtered out a slow, looping tune.
“Please,” Samael begged, writhing. “Please, I want more.”
Alastor’s gaze flickered from Lucifer to his angelic counterpart. “Greedy thing,” he murmured as he leaned down to nuzzle into Samael’s soft white tummy. Samael giggled and petted at Alastor’s ears, his wide smile dazed but no less gluttonous. “Temptation incarnate. I can see how easy it was for you to persuade Eve to take the apple.”
“Alastor,” Samael moaned as Alastor nipped and licked across the skin between his cunt and where his naval would reside if he had one, “want- want-”
The Alastor perched over Lucifer’s lap jolted at the mention of his name, a small sound of his own breaking past his lips - though whether it was a noise of denial or desire, Lucifer didn’t know. Lucifer grinned to himself and readjusted his grip, pulling the human back towards him until he was firmly seated over Lucifer’s crotch, the evidence of Lucifer’s arousal nestled against him through two layers of clothing.
“Do you prefer to imagine yourself like that?” Lucifer asked him. “Doling out pleasure onto another instead of having it bestowed upon you? Having them moaning for you, utterly at your mercy?”
Alastor didn’t answer. His teeth were clenched together so hard Lucifer could see the strain of the muscles below his ears. He wished to reach out and soothe, to pet along the lethally sharp curve of Alastor’s jaw until he surrendered to the gentle touches and soft words, but they were in for the long game and he knew that his touch wouldn’t yet be welcome.
Instead, he busied himself by watching as their counterparts shifted on the bed. Alastor pressed with gentle claws to urge Samael onto his knees, his chest pressed to the bed and ass in the air, angled in such a way that showed off the dripping golden slit between his thighs. Slick was running down his legs in thin rivulets, matting the soft white fur there. Lucifer had forgotten a time when he had been so fuzzy. The Fall had burned away his fur and feathers, and while his wings had eventually recovered (albeit with a new colouration), he had never regained the soft, thin coat that had covered him from throat to hoof.
He shook himself from his thoughts as he watched Alastor shift up behind the little angel. He towered over Samael, seven feet of demonic horror, but he was infinitely gentle when he reached down and pressed his thumbs into either side of Samael’s cunt to spread him wide, showing off his fluttering, greedy hole and his plump clit.
“Please,” Samael all but wailed when Alastor did not move any further. He wiggled his hips, desperate to get Alastor’s fingers against his clit, but that was not the game the demon was playing. Alastor’s ever-present smile widened into something lecherous and dark. He released the edges of Samael’s cunt - Lucifer did not miss the way that the action made Alastor’s human self release a tiny, bitten-off whine of disappointment - to run his fore and middle finger along the slick seam, gathering the wetness there but not applying direct stimulation to anywhere the angel truly wanted it.
“Alastor,” Lucifer chided. “The poor darling has been so patient. He came for you four times already. I think it’s time he had something a bit more… fulfilling.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” Alastor purred. Without another word he slid his two fingers into Samael’s cunt, burying them deep with a lewd, wet noise that had Lucifer’s mouth watering.
The sound that the human in Lucifer’s lap made was nothing short of broken. For the first time he surrendered himself completely to Lucifer’s hold, collapsing against him back-to-chest like a marionette with its strings cut. Lucifer welcomed him instantly, moving to wrap his arms around Alastor’s waist and slim chest.
“There you are,” Lucifer whispered in his ear. “My sweet boy. Keep your eyes on them. Keep watching.”
Samael was sobbing into the sheets, the bedding gripped tightly in his small fists. Alastor had adopted a leisurely pace behind him, slowly rocking his fingers in and out, putting on a show as much as he was pleasuring his partner. Lucifer licked his lips as he took in the sight of the filthy wet sheen that coated Alastor’s claws on each pass.
Slowly, imperceptively, he began to rock his hips up into the ass perched in his lap, making sure to keep in time with the leisurely pace being carried out in front of them. Lucifer’s fingers flexed over Alastor’s hips, his claws pricking into the sharp bones of them. By the time Alastor realized what was happening, it was already too late - the tip of Lucifer’s cock was grinding against his tailbone, the girth of it spreading Alastor’s cheeks so he could hump up between them.
Lucifer panted into Alastor’s ear, huffing the intoxicating aroma of life that clung to him. He loved his Alastor with every fiber of his being, but Lucifer was a creature of Creation, and having a living piece of that beauty right there, squirming in his lap, was almost too much to bear.
“Is this okay?” Lucifer checked in. For all his earlier bluster, Alastor was practically melting against him now, all gangly limbs and uncoordinated writhing.
“I- I don’t know,” Alastor admitted.
Lucifer stilled, moving instead to run a soothing hand up Alastor’s shivering flank. “Would you like me to stop?”
“No,” Alastor said immediately. He shifted to glance over his shoulder, and Lucifer was suddenly struck by how painfully young he looked.
His Alastor had been in Hell for decades - going on a century, now - and it was easy to forget that he couldn’t have been more than early thirties, perhaps even in his late twenties when he died. Young enough that as Lucifer looked at him now, human and so very fragile, there were no signs of the beginnings of age claiming him. No crows feet around his eyes, no weathering at the corners of his mouth or wrinkles between his brows. He had died so young, during the best part of a person’s life, and for a split second Lucifer wanted to wrap him in his arms and never let him go.
“Lucifer?” Alastor asked. Not the human, but the demon, his voice overlaid with static and bordering on concerned.
Lucifer cleared his throat. “Yeah. Yeah, sweetheart, I’m here.”
A crease formed between the brows of the Alastor in his lap, his hazel eyes searching, but Lucifer reached up and scrubbed the little furrow away with his thumb.
“Why don’t you relax and let me work my magic, hm?” he asked. He leaned in to nuzzle against Alastor’s cheek, chuckling to himself when the human let out an irritated little huff in response. “You don’t have to do a thing. Let me take care of you, pretty boy.”
“Oh, for Heaven’s sake. Fine,” Alastor sighed, as if he were simply indulging Lucifer. That was alright. One of Lucifer’s favourite hobbies included breaking Alastor down into a babbling, desperate mess, and he had a feeling this time would be particularly sweet.
“Turn back around,” Lucifer instructed. “You can focus on whatever you like, but don’t you dare take your eyes off of them.”
Alastor opened his mouth - likely to spit out a witty retort, the little shit - but before he got a chance Lucifer reached up and seized his chin, forcibly turning his head so that he was looking back at the scene of his demonic self fingerfucking Samael. The angel was particularly desperate now, rocking back into Alastor’s fingers with high-pitched, fucked out little noises.
Lucifer maneuvered Alastor to a more settled position in his lap. His cock notched between Alastor’s asscheeks once more and the human gasped, wiggling a bit in Lucifer’s hold. Lucifer moaned and repositioned his hands from Alastor’s hips to the bottoms of his thighs. He ran his hands down to the crooks of Alastor’s knees and slowly parted them, opening him wide over Lucifer’s lap and utterly exposing the way that Alastor’s cock was tenting the front of his boxers. It was the only clothing he wore; the only protection he had from his own humiliation. Lucifer grinned to himself when he watched blood flush prettily across the back of Alastor’s neck.
“Lucifer…” Alastor said, uncertainty entering his voice for the first time that evening.
“I have you,” Lucifer assured. “These aren’t coming off. Not yet, anyway.”
“Shit,” Alastor hissed. His head thumped back against Lucifer’s shoulder, exposing the long length of his throat. Lucifer nosed Alastor’s head aside and took to the feast of flesh with greedy vigour, lapping and sucking pretty bruises into the skin of Alastor’s throat. Alastor whined, a nearly-soundless noise that Lucifer only caught because he could feel the vibrations of it work themselves up Alastor’s pharynx.
“Eyes forward, sweetheart,” Lucifer reminded him between kisses. Alastor’s head lolled, taking in the demonic visage of himself working a third finger into Samael’s cunt.
Samael made a choked, wrecked noise, his entire form shaking. Alastor worked him open with a low, soothing coo and placed a hand on his belly, his palm large enough to cover it almost in its entirety.
“Sensitive thing,” Alastor praised. “Do you think you can come just from this?”
“No, no, no,” Samael whimpered. “Give me more, please, Alastor.”
Alastor clucked his tongue disapprovingly. “Such a naughty angel. Don’t you know gluttony is a sin, my dear?”
Samael jolted when Alastor turned his wrist and started fucking into him with intent, striking against the sensitive, spongy part at the front of his pussy that Lucifer knew all too well. Oh, his demon was so wicked.
As Alastor drove the angel higher and higher, Lucifer slowly began to drag his fingers across the soft, caramel-toned skin of the man in his lap.
Alastor’s human duplicate shivered hard when Lucifer danced the tips of his claws against his sensitive inner thighs, the razor-sharp points catching on the hem of his boxers. He didn’t stop, continuing onwards until he reached the middle seam of Alastor’s underwear. There, he forked his fingers, pressing the heel of his hand into the base of Alastor’s cock and caging in his balls on either side. Alastor let out a small cry, his hips rolling into the sudden pressure.
“Don’t close your eyes,” Lucifer warned. “Be a good boy for me and keep watching. It’s about to get messy.”
Samael’s moans had taken on a desperate pitch. He rocked back into the clawed fingers buried in his cunt shamelessly, chasing a high Lucifer was intimately familiar with. If Alastor was feeling merciful, he’d let Samael come at the same time… but then again, Lucifer had never known the Radio Demon to be benevolent.
His suspicions were proven correct when a moment later, Samael released a high, warbling cry and squirted all over the bedspread without a single pitying brush to his clit.
At the same moment, Lucifer pressed the heel of his hand into Alastor’s cock and gave it a hard upstroke from root to tip. Alastor jolted so hard he almost fell out of Lucifer’s lap, but Lucifer used his hand over Alastor’s crotch and the one still holding him open to keep him in place.
He did it again, then again, until Alastor was trembling and gasping for air. He tried to close his legs but Lucifer was there to stop him, anticipating the move and guiding him back into position with a firm hand.
“Lucifer,” Alastor pleaded - quietly, urgently. “I’m-”
“Close?” Lucifer supplied. “We can’t have that now, can we?”
Alastor moaned despairingly. Dramatic boy. Lucifer grinned and licked a hot stripe up the side of his throat, turning the noise from one of dejection into pleasure.
“You’ll get to come, sweet thing, don’t you worry,” Lucifer assured. “Here, why don’t we reposition? Gotta get you ready for my cock, baby.”
Alastor turned to look at him, those darling hazel eyes the size of dinner plates. Lucifer cooed and leaned in, pressing a kiss to his brow. “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. It’ll feel so good, sweetheart, I promise. We can stop whenever you want to, okay?
The contentiousness that Alastor had worn like armour had all but disappeared - now all that remained was a shy, unsure young man experiencing something he had thought himself so above for the very first time. Lucifer smiled at him fondly. He remembered his Alastor this way, though he had not been nearly so apprehensive. He supposed that nearly a century in Hell did that to a person.
“Let me take care of you,” Lucifer whispered against Alastor’s warm, freckled cheek. Alastor’s eyes fluttered shut, his breath catching in his throat. “Let me make you feel good.”
“Okay,” Alastor breathed. “Okay.”
Lucifer didn’t even try to smother his triumphant grin. “Budge up for me, sweetheart.”
He removed his hands from Alastor’s crotch and knee so that he could rearrange himself over Lucifer’s lap, moving into a kneeling position with his knees pressed into the mattress just outside of Lucifer’s.
At the end of the bed, Alastor’s demonic twin was stripping himself while Samael watched hazily. His shadow whisked each of the garments away, folding them neatly and placing them on the dresser. Once Alastor was naked, he spread himself out on his back horizontally across the bed and urged Samael to him. It took hardly any guidance on Alastor’s part to direct Samael to his cock. The angel swallowed him down with a pleasured little moan, his deep blue eyes rolling back with bliss.
Lucifer ran a hand up the spine of the finely-trembling man in front of him. “Lean forward,” he murmured, “and scooch back.”
Alastor shot him a doubtful look over his shoulder. Lucifer hummed reassuringly and put the slightest bit of pressure between Alastor’s shoulder blades with his hand, urging him into obedience. Alastor followed the silent order somewhat reluctantly - it was clear by the bright blush gracing the tips of his ears that he thought this was ridiculous. Still, he went, trusting Lucifer not to humiliate him further. Lucifer purred in approval.
Lucifer moved his hands to Alastor’s hips, helping to position him. Alastor ended up with his chest flat on the bed between Lucifer’s legs, his hands fisted tight in the bedding and his head turned so that he could breath. Lucifer could feel the hot, erratic puffs of air against the side of his calf. Alastor’s ass was up, nearly level with Lucifer’s face. He was still clad in his boxers. Simple cotton things. Red and black plaid print. They were cute. Charming.
Lucifer wanted to tear them off with his teeth.
He restrained himself, not wanting to startle Alastor when he was already on edge. Instead, he ran his hands up the outside of Alastor’s thighs, revelling in the feeling of all that smooth, baby-soft skin beneath his palms. He swept up to Alastor’s ass and took each cheek in hand, giving the sparse palmfuls an appreciative squeeze. Alastor made a mortified sound from between Lucifer’s legs and turned his head to rub his face into the comforter.
“Can I take these off?” Lucifer asked, thumbing at the fabric of Alastor’s boxers.
It took a second, but eventually Alastor nodded. Lucifer clicked his fingers and the underwear disappeared in a wash of red sparkles. Alastor jolted, rocking forward on his knees as if to get away, but Lucifer hushed him and guided him back into place.
He took a long moment to simply appreciate the view. Alastor’s cute little dimples of Venus. The freckles on his asscheeks. The near-feminine curve of his waist and flair of his skinny hips. His cock, hanging heavy and dripping between his legs, a testament to his arousal despite his obvious embarrassment.
Lucifer’s personal little exhibition was accompanied by a chorus of sounds so lewd they made even his cheeks burn. Samael’s clotted whines and moans, the cock stuffing his throat muffling the eager noises. The disjointed blats of static and random notes of music as Alastor fought to maintain control. Beneath it all, overlaid with static and so low Lucifer had to strain to hear, were the sounds of Alastor’s hitched breaths and quiet, whispery moans. Lucifer didn’t even have to see him to know that his lids were low over eyes that glowed like the embers of a dying fire. His pupils would be bloated, his lashes fanning over flushed cheeks with every helpless scrunch of his brow. His ears were surely cocked back by now, pinned to his sex-tousled hair, his head tipped so far back those quivering tips would be brushing between his own shoulders.
Lucifer swallowed the saliva that flooded his mouth at the thought and refocused on the task at hand. He had been steadily kneading Alastor’s ass, warming him up to the sensation. Now, he hooked his thumbs between Alastor’s cheeks and spread them, revealing the furled opening that lay between.
Alastor made a choked sound, his entire frame shuddering violently. Lucifer waited for him to ask to slow down or stop, but no such requests came. It seemed that Alastor was now just as determined to be good as he had been to be spiteful earlier.
“Good boy,” Lucifer praised, pride warming his chest. The resulting muffled whine was music to his ears.
He didn’t waste any more time. Couldn’t. Alastor was simply too tempting, and Lucifer had been hard for what felt like hours. He put pressure on Alastor’s back, forcing him to spread his knees and deepen the curve of his spine to present his ass to Lucifer like a feast - and feast, Lucifer did.
He leaned in and licked a stripe up everything within reach; over the backs of Alastor’s balls; his taint; his hole; all the way to the hard ridge of his tailbone. Alastor yelped and jumped forward at the unexpected action, but Lucifer was there to meet him. He clamped his hands over Alastor’s hips, an unmovable force that Alastor couldn’t break despite his wriggling, then dug in with gusto.
“Lucifer!” Alastor keened. “That’s- that’s-”
Lucifer moaned in agreement and tongued over Alastor’s hole. He was tight - too tight, his nerves getting the better of him. Lucifer kept up the steady, focused pressure, urging him open. It took a few moments, but finally, Alastor relaxed, allowing Lucifer to slip his tongue inside.
Alastor sobbed into the sheets as Lucifer wiggled his tongue into his ass, using his hold on Alastor’s cheeks to keep him spread wide. He knew it must be overwhelming, especially for someone who had zero sexual experience beyond a bit of cursory masturbation (let alone someone’s tongue buried in their ass), but Lucifer’s shame was not nearly enough to outweigh his lust. He pushed in farther - farther than any human tongue could ever reach - and struck out against the hidden little pleasure point deep within.
The sound that Alastor let out was obscene; somewhere between a pornographic moan and a broken wail. He rocked his hips backwards desperately. Lucifer had been anticipating Alastor trying to get away and wasn’t prepared for the sudden shift back - Alastor’s tailbone struck the ridge of his nose hard enough to make him see stars. Had he been human he might have bled, but as it was he blinked away the spots dancing in his vision and prodded at Alastor’s prostate again, eliciting another mewl of pleasure.
Lucifer fucked Alastor with his tongue until he was sloppy-wet, saliva dripping down to curl across the proud curve of his erection. He could sense Alastor was nearly at his limit - Lucifer could feel his toes curling where he had tucked his feet in beneath Lucifer’s thighs and the way his hole was beginning to clench and flutter erratically. Lucifer was tempted to simply let him come, but the need to feel Alastor come on his cock was far greater. He pulled back with one last indecent little slurp and admired his handiwork.
Alastor’s asshole was soft and gaping slightly - just enough that Lucifer was able to slip two magically-lubed fingers in with ease.
“Ha, ah, ah,” Alastor whined. He was warm inside, the yielding clutch of his body smooth as silk. Lucifer’s vision swam, his cock twitching hard in his boxers as he imagined fucking into that welcoming heat. He was tight even with Lucifer scissoring him open; how tight would he be on Lucifer’s cock?
“Alastor,” Lucifer said hoarsely, his voice breaking.
Two heads turned to look at him, matching expressions of bleary pleasure on both. Carmine and hazel eyes tried to focus on his, their pupils blown into depthless pools of black.
“I don’t think I can wait much longer,” Lucifer admitted. His cock was throbbing angrily between his legs, his balls drawn up tight in anticipation. “I need to…”
“Yes, I agree.” Alastor’s voice was thickly distorted with static, but Lucifer had years of practice interpreting it. He looked away from Lucifer, turning his attention to Samael. “Come here, love. There you are.”
He was mindful of his claws as he pulled Samael up and off of his cock. The angel was clearly deep into subspace - his eyes were glassy and unfocused, his chin shining with saliva. Alastor hooked his hands under Samael’s armpits and helped to haul him up in his lap. He shuffled around until he was lying vertically on the bed with his head nearly hanging off of the end, his long legs tangled with Lucifer’s. He playfully tapped Lucifer’s thighs with his crimson hooves.
Lucifer pulled down the hips of the human bent forward between his legs, urging him upwards into a kneeling position over his lap. He shifted until he too was lying on his back, his head cushioned comfortably by the pillows stacked at the headboard. Alastor turned to give him a questioning look over his shoulder, the freckles on his cheeks backlit by his furious blush.
“You’re okay,” Lucifer soothed. He ran a hand up Alastor’s hip, squeezing the sharp bone there. “I want you to ride me, baby, is that okay? We’ll take it nice and slow.”
Alastor worried his plush bottom lip between dull teeth, his brows drawing inwards. “You mean… like a horse?”
Lucifer chuckled even as his cock kicked in his boxers. This man would be the death of him. “Kind of. Why don’t we let Samael give you a little demonstration, hm?”
Lucifer tilted his head to peer around Alastor’s hip. Samael was already nodding eagerly and getting turned around in his demonic partner’s lap to face them. He used one hand on Alastor’s furred thigh to balance himself and reached back with the other, taking hold of Alastor’s dripping cock and lining it up between his legs. He took a moment to rub the thick cockhead through his folds to get it nice and wet, his lashes fluttering shut as he bumped his own clit.
“Don’t get greedy,” Alastor warned. His clawed hands came up to grasp Samael’s hips, the crimson striking against the pure white of the angel’s thighs.
Samael turned to pout at him over his shoulder, then went back to the task at hand. He notched Alastor’s cock at his hole and slowly sunk down, his cunt engulfing him inch by inch.
All four of them moaned, their voices joining to form a debauched quartet. Samael ran out of patience and slammed himself the rest of the way down onto Alastor’s lap, his yelp of pleasure high and breathy. Immediately, he started up a frantic pace, bouncing and moaning like a whore on the Radio Demon’s cock.
“Your turn,” Lucifer said, turning his attention to the man in his lap.
Alastor froze above him, his breath stuttering. He glanced back at Lucifer helplessly. “But… but he has- I mean, it must be different when one has a- a-”
“A pussy?” Lucifer supplied. He didn’t think it was possible for Alastor’s face to flush any more red than it already was, but he was quickly proven wrong.
“Yes, that. And I do not. Won’t it… hurt? Will it even fit?”
Lucifer nearly bit through his own tongue in an effort to stop himself from saying, “I’ll make it fit.” He didn’t want to scare the poor dear.
“No, baby, it won’t hurt. It might be a little uncomfortable, but I promise it’ll feel so good - and if it doesn’t, we stop, alright? You’re in control, Alastor.”
Alastor seemed to like that, because he straightened up a little in Lucifer’s lap, his eyes taking on the haughty gleam they had lost while Lucifer was prepping him.
“Well, alright then. I suppose I’m willing to give it a whirl.”
Oh, sweetheart. Alastor really had no idea what he was getting into. It was a good thing Lucifer was intent on showing him.
Lucifer gave him a lecherous little grin. He barely allowed time for confusion to register on Alastor’s face before he was magically disappearing his own boxers, the tickly sensation making Alastor glance down in surprise. His breath caught when he saw Lucifer’s erection standing proud between his slim thighs - golden at the tip and drooling precum already, so hard that the veins on the underside were standing out vividly.
“You can touch,” Lucifer invited. With barely a thought his dick turned slick with lube, shiny and iridescent. Alastor reached out and wrapped his trembling fingers around the base. He gave it a firm upstroke, the sensation making Lucifer buck up into his hand with a bitten-off groan.
“Remember how Sammy did it?” Lucifer huffed. Alastor nodded slowly and rose up on his knees, then shuffled forward so that he was hovering over Lucifer’s cock. Lucifer reached down with one hand, overlapping Alastor’s fingers with his own. Together, they guided Lucifer’s cock to Alastor’s hole, the tip catching on his rim. With his other hand, Lucifer gently began to guide Alastor down onto him.
Alastor inhaled sharply when the head popped inside, his hole swallowing the thick intrusion eagerly. Lucifer moaned, his voice husky with arousal.
“Good boy,” he praised. “You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart. Think you can take a little more?”
“Y-yes,” Alastor said. His thighs were shaking as he slowly lowered himself down another inch, the rim of his asshole going taut around the girth of Lucifer’s cock. Lucifer watched with rapt attention, his vision bleeding red. He barely registered the thin trail of saliva that had begun to run from the corner of his mouth.
“Fuck, that’s it. Look at you, baby. You’re so fucking hungry for it.”
“Fuck,” Alastor hissed. He hung his head and panted harshly, continuing to slide down until he was about halfway. There, he stilled, obviously overwhelmed. “I- I don’t know if I can-”
The rhythmic bouncing of the bed came to a stop. Lucifer glanced up to see that Samael was leaning forward, his gaze intent. Alastor startled when Samael took his face into his hands and tilted his face up. He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Alastor’s lips.
“Relax,” Samael encouraged softly. “Let him take care of you.”
Alastor moaned when Samael kissed him again, his hands flying up to wrap around Samael’s thin wrists. His blunt nails dug into the skin hard enough to indent it, but Samael didn’t utter a word of complaint. He deepened their kisses from dry, innocent little pecks into something languorous and sloppy, both of them huffing and whining into each other’s mouths. Lucifer used the distraction to take hold of Alastor’s hips and pull him down onto his cock completely.
Alastor’s keen of shocked pleasure was hungrily swallowed down by Samael. He licked into Alastor’s mouth, dominating him as Alastor shook and tried to adjust to Lucifer’s cock stretching him wide.
“There you go,” Lucifer panted. “Just like that, sweet boy. God, you’re so tight.”
He rocked up into the hot clutch of Alastor’s body, his eyes rolling back with pleasure. He could taste Alastor’s virginity on his tongue - bright and fizzy like champagne, with a metallic, smoky afternote that was all Alastor. Something he thought he would never taste again after taking his Alastor’s virginity all those years ago. He savoured the flavour, rolling it across his tongue like fine wine even as it began to dissipate with every thrust.
The four of them eventually found their rhythm. The bed was creaking, the headboard rocking against the wall, but each of them were too wrapped up in each other to care. Alastor seemed content to allow Samael and Lucifer to guide him - forever a pillow princess, that one - but Lucifer didn’t mind. He was happy to bounce Alastor on his lap like his own little toy, the strangled, whimpery noises Alastor released with every inward plunge of Lucifer’s cock making Lucifer’s head spin. Already he could feel his peak drawing close, molten pleasure pooling at the base of his spine.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Lucifer moaned. He was unbothered that he was the only one speaking - sex was one of the rare few times he could get Alastor to shut up for more than five seconds, and he was happy to fill in the silence. “You were made for me. My sweetest boy, taking daddy’s cock so well.”
He felt movement at his feet and looked down to see Alastor cocking his head out to peer at him from around Samael’s hip. Alastor raised a single unimpressed brow, his entire expression screaming ‘really?’
Lucifer gave him an impish grin and smacked the sweet little ass bouncing in his lap, relishing in the resulting shocked yelp. Alastor rolled his eyes and refocused on his own partner, though Lucifer didn’t miss the way his cheeks were flushed pink. Something to explore later, then.
He ran his hands up Alastor’s sides, palming at the sharp curve of his waist. Not as rail-thin as his demonic self, but still slim enough for Lucifer to wrap his hands around and have the very tips of his claws touch. Lucifer gave Alastor’s waist a squeeze and shivered hard, his cock pulsing where it was buried in Alastor’s ass.
With a thought he doused his cock in lube again, making the glide slicker, wetter, until the sounds of their joining were downright pornographic. Alastor gasped at the sudden change, his mouth breaking away from Samael’s momentarily. The angel growled in displeasure and buried his hands in Alastor’s hair, yanking them together again. How they were even managing to kiss while being pounded from below by their respective partners, Lucifer didn’t know, but he wasn’t about to question their fun.
“C-close,” Alastor whined into Samael’s mouth.
“Yeah, baby, I’m right behind you,” Lucifer groaned. “Give him a hand, Samael.”
Samael reached between them and wrapped his small fingers around Alastor’s cock. It only took a few sloppy strokes before Alastor was throwing his head back with a strangled cry, his cum dripping over Samael’s fist.
The feeling of Alastor clenching rhythmically on Lucifer’s cock - milking him - was what undid him. He used his grip on Alastor’s waist to hold him down at the same time he thrusted up, burying himself inside as deep as he could get. Alastor moaned weakly at the feeling of Lucifer’s hot spend filling him, the excess dripping out around Lucifer’s cock and dampening his pubic hair.
Alastor went limp in Lucifer’s hold, completely spent. Lucifer managed to catch him when he started to slump and maneuvered them onto their sides on the bed. He nuzzled into the damp curls behind Alastor’s ear, breathing in the scent of pleasure and contentment.
They both watched their counterparts reach their own ends. Samael had sprawled out onto his back over Alastor’s body, allowing the demon to take his weight. Alastor had one hand banded over Samael’s chest to keep him in place. With the other he reached down to rub quick, uncoordinated circles over Samael’s clit. His hooves were planted in the bedding to give him the leverage to thrust up into Samael’s cunt with abandon, Samael’s legs hooked over his to spread him wide for the two voyeurs watching. Lucifer couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Samael came with a scream, his back bowing and legs locking around Alastor’s. Alastor followed him with a low, deer-like grunt, his only other reaction a firm head-to-hoof shudder and the tightening of his arm around Samael’s chest. Slick and cum dripped from Samael’s cunt, soaking into the sheets below them.
The Alastor curled in Lucifer’s arms made a tired, content noise and turned to nuzzle under Lucifer’s chin. Lucifer smiled into his hair and held him close, his tail manifesting to curl around the man’s calf.
“Lucifer,” Alastor sighed against Lucifer’s chest.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Lucifer. Lucifer!”
•
Lucifer jolted awake with a startled grunt, his claws spasming over the sleep-warm skin beneath his hands.
“Lucifer!” Alastor said again, exasperation lacing his tone. He was squirming in Lucifer’s hold, trying to dislodge him from where he had wrapped himself around Alastor like a koala.
“Wassit?” Lucifer mumbled. He rubbed his face into the soft fabric between Alastor’s shoulder blades, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Don’t you dare go back to sleep,” Alastor hissed. “You’ve been humping my leg like the mongrel you are for the last ten minutes. Get off of me. Now.”
Lucifer groaned and peeled himself away from Alastor’s back. He forced himself to blink the sleep out of his eyes so he could focus on whatever it was that Alastor was grumbling about.
They were in their bed at the hotel. Alastor was huffing irritably and shuffling around, clearly displeased at being used as Lucifer’s personal dakimakura to rut against in his sleep.
Despite his histrionics, Alastor had apparently been gracious enough to let Lucifer finish, if the disgusting sticky feeling spread across the crotch of Lucifer’s pyjama pants was any indication. He grimaced and snapped his fingers, clearing the mess away.
Alastor turned to peer at him over his shoulder with one glowing red eye. “Are you quite finished? I have a broadcast in a few hours and I would appreciate it if I could be allowed to rest.”
Lucifer grinned lazily. “Yeah, sweet thing. I’m finished.”
Alastor’s ears laid flat and he turned away with a grumpy little harrumph, decidedly not amused.
Lucifer chuckled and scooted up behind him, wrapping Alastor up in his arms despite the unhappy blat of trombone that accompanied the action. For all his bitching, Alastor relaxed against Lucifer’s chest, allowing himself to be held.
“What could you have possibly been dreaming about, anyway?” Alastor asked after a moment.
Lucifer smiled against his shoulder.
“You, baby. Always you.”