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"Oh, please." The static laced voice purred out behind Lucifer, causing a spark of electricity to ride up his back and tingle his neck deliciously. With how close his voice was to him, he could practically feel the static from it, as if he was touching an old television and letting it raise the hair on his arms. Though instead of a tacky television — thank goodness — the old Radio Demon was the one causing such reactions. "You enjoyed being manhandled like that, darling. No need to feign your anger!"
As if he was being transported to earlier in the day, Lucifer could feel Alastor's large hand on his head, holding him at arms length while he tried to scratch to Overlord in annoyance. Admitting that he liked being overpowered wasn't something that would ever leave the Kings mouth. The last time he admitted that so intimately…
"Shut up." Lucifer growled out harshly with a slam of his hands against the wall. Turning back towards Alastor so quickly had clearly caught him off guard, his eyes widened slightly as he looked down at Lucifer, boxing him against the wall with the shorter man's arms on either side of him. The force of the slam shook the picture frames above them both, rattling them slightly and causing Lucifer to look up above the taller Demon. He froze, catching the sight of the portrait with Charlie and Lilith: his wife.
Just like a few moments ago while talking with Charlie, he felt his heart squeeze in his chest. Eight years and nothing. Not a single explanation, acknowledgement, anything. Just hundreds of empty words into the void left by him. All he wanted was an answer, to finally free himself from the chains of a loveless marriage. It didn't feel fair, or right, of him to continue to pursue someone else while he was still married. He felt pathetic for even trying to reach out still, even with someone better right in front of him. Lucifer's eyes landed back to Alastor, who simply stared with a raised eyebrow — waiting.
The kiss was immediate and reciprocated delightfully, both men groaning into each other's mouths and letting their lips mesh and stick together. Leaving the firm wall behind, Lucifer's hands cupped Alastor's sharp jaws while he leaned his chest into the other's. Alastor's own claws gripped his waist, pulling him closer. Oh, how Lucifer wished to get even closer. If he crawled inside Alastor's chest and hide next to the killer's cold, dead heart, one thing would be for certain: he would never be abandoned by him then.
A sob practically escaped Lucifer, though his pride quickly kicked in as he covered it up with a whimper. He could feel the skin of Alastor's lips stretch into a devious smirk at the noise, opening ever so slightly and letting his tongue pry Lucifer's own lips open. It's typical for the two to fight for dominance, having done this dance many a times and it always playing out differently. Even if Lucifer was complying easily this time, it was still something splendidly new to the both of them. As they took a breath while continuing to dive into each other's mouths, Alastor finally pushed himself away from the decorated wall. The urge to see the portraits behind him ate at his eyes, causing Lucifer to screw his eyes shut and pull Alastor down further.
"Desperate?" Alastor mumbled into his mouth with a delightful hum before continuing the kiss. All Lucifer could do was whimper in response, relaxing his eyes as he focused on Alastor's voice. His hands traveled from Alastor's jaw past his neck, running over his suit and memorizing the patterns of each fabric with just his touch. He was here. He isn't gone.
"Yet." A little voice in the back of Lucifer's head whispered, forcing Lucifer to drag his lips away from Alastor's.
"I just need you right now…" Finally spoke Lucifer, eyes still closed. His face gently nudged against Alastor's jaw, cheek brushing into the taller's neck as he let his red and black hair tickle his eyes. A constant reminder of what was right in front of him, a way to ignore his own mind for just a bit. Whether or not Alastor could tell what he truly meant didn't matter, for his grip on Lucifer tightened nevertheless. Lucifer felt his nose and chin nudge softly into his hair.
"I'm here." The voice was so delicate, as if anything louder would shatter Lucifer entirely, leaving him in pieces of porcelain on the floor in front of Alastor. Maybe it would have broken him more. With the tears that pricked up against his eyes, it felt like it would. His eyes weakly opened, only seeing the various reds of the suit Alastor wore.
The moment was tender. Passionate. Weak. He didn't want to feel that anymore. With a calm nudge of his head into the perfect spot between Alastor's neck and suit, Lucifer trailed his mouth up the covered skin before landing at the most pristine place. Right below his jaw, yet still on his neck, he opened his mouth and bite down sweetly.
Within the matter of minutes, the two found themselves in a moment far distinctive than the one they were sharing moments ago. Tidy clothes strewn on the floor, forgotten pillows falling off the duck decorated bed, once beautifully made blankets practically pushed to the edge as Alastor and Lucifer took up the entirety of the comfortable furniture. Each thrust from below shot a wave of pleasure up Lucifer's spine, only further arching his head backwards. Despite Lucifer's closed eyes staring at the endless ceiling, a growl from Alastor made it way past the groans. A harsh, calculated thrust sent Lucifer arching forward with a gasp.
"F-fuck, Al!" Moaned the King with furrowed eyebrows and shaking limbs. He wasn't sure if his arms could keep him from collapsing on top of Alastor, the muscles spasming as much as his insides, only spurring Alastor further.
"Why look up there — ah- when I'm done here?" The deer purred out, his heated breath fanning over Lucifer's sweat soaked skin. Shakily, his golden eyes opened to face his lover once more. His breath couldn't help but get caught in his throat, seeing the mess Alastor made of himself.
His red hair splayed out on the mattress, ears twitching backwards as his usually permanent smile was replaced by an open, awed mouth with lidded eyes, missing it's monocle. Each stitch on his chest glowed with power, preventing the wound that he refuses to let Lucifer heal from bursting right there. Though all the slim muscles that were out on display forced Lucifer to forgive him for his stubbornness, flexing beautifully with each movement he made. His chest, his arms, his abs. It only caused Lucifer to release a deep moan.
"That's it." Alastor praised with a sharp thrust, pushing Lucifer forward slightly. The grip on his hips aided the tired fallen Angel bounce back on his throbbing cock, Lucifer's own begging for release in between the two men. "Eyes on me, Lu."
"Sh-shit." Digging his fingers into the mattress, Lucifer felt his back shake as he held himself up. Each brush of Alastor's cock fed into his barely held climax. He always came too quickly and too many times, still Alastor absolutely loved it, taking advantage of Lucifer's neediness and recovery time. Though for a moment like this, like many before, he wanted the other Demon to come with him. "Please, please, please…" Lucifer begged mindlessly, almost letting his eyes flutter close as he tried to drag a thought of how to bring the infamous Radio Demon to his own release on time.
"Watch. Me." Alastor demanded at the threat of Lucifer shutting away his sights once more.
"Yes," Lucifer whined out, crumpling his eyes shut tightly before reopening them, looking Alastor right in the eyes while releasing a breath, "sir." Alastor shot his head back, his body bowing away from the bed beneath him as his hips stuttered for a moment and claws dug harshly into the milky thighs of Lucifer's. But even he knew it wasn't enough to bring him over the top. Taking a chance to trace his lips against Alastor's welcomely exposed neck, his teeth traced the bruises and kisses he already left on his brown skin. His arms quietly rod up on the mattress, the movement of light catching Lucifer's attention from the corner of his eye. Looking to his left hand, he felt his heart stop at the sight of his marriage band. That was the key.
With all the energy he had left, Lucifer pushed himself upright. As much as it pained him, he fully sat on Alastor's hard cock and fell still. Alastor's own head shot back up, staring at Lucifer with rage, ready to crab out his complaints as he tried, and failed, to move Lucifer with a thrust
"Lucifer-"
"I'm yours, Alastor." Interrupted Lucifer, resting one hand on Alastor's flexed abs while his left hand rose to his lips. Alastor's blown out pupils caught the sight of the ring, practically cringing in disgust. Lucifer knew how much he hated the ring, especially while Alastor fucked Lucifer's brains out. It was always a sign that he was still Lilith's, never truly his. Even if Lucifer simply said, "I am yours," the ring had always shown Alastor the truth of their future: that when she returns — which she would — he would be left alone.
"Lucifer." Alastor had solely said back, feeling his pleasure quickly escape from him as the seconds ticked by.
Grinding his hips against Alastor's, Lucifer stared at him as his pinkie finger with his ring confidently entered his mouth. The once upset look that had settled on Alastor's face fleeted into shock, watching his lover above him carefully. The finger quietly disappeared behind the kissed swollen lips, his cheeks moving slightly before his lips opened, revealing Lucifer's sharp teeth capturing his own finger without biting down. Purposefully, Lucifer's finger began to slide out of his mouth.
But the ring stayed trapped in between his teeth.
Alastor's hips twitched with anticipation, watching with interest as the digit finally escaped the ring with a little pop. The piece of jewelry rested between Lucifer's teeth, his bare hand trailing down his chest and inching it's way to rest next to the other.
"I'm yours, Al." Lucifer said once again with the ring still shown to be in between his perfectly white teeth, lifting his hips from Alastor's before slamming back down. A hard moan escaped Alastor, his eyebrows furrowing with pleasure as he let Lucifer take control of the pace. He expected Lucifer to swallow the ring, spit it out the side or just keep it in between his teeth. Though Lucifer was always one to do things with pizzazz.
His own moan released from his throat as he picked up his pace. Alastor felt his hands practically burn as Lucifer's entire body heated up, though he kept them on his hips. They even tightened at the knowledge of why Lucifer was going hot. Smoke left his open mouth as he forced himself to continue the pace despite the shakiness of his body.
"Damn it, Lucifer." Moaned Alastor, his eyes beginning to squint from the anticipation as he thrusted messily into Lucifer's ass, making the smaller moan louder in response. As his hands curled into fists on Alastor's abs, Lucifer panted deeply as more smoke emitted from his mouth and closed his eyes, driving his focus on what to do next. With the physical exhaustion tipping into him, he focused on the the man beneath him to drive his point home. Fire quickly erupted from Lucifer's mouth, encasing the golden ring. Alastor's own thrusting stopped as he watched, both excitement and wonderment filling his head while Lucifer continued his own motions. As soon as it came, the fire stopped.
Lucifer's mouth hung open as he continued the rough pace, feeling himself once again getting close to his release as he squirmed on top of Alastor. Where the ring once was, it was now empty. Only clean teeth and a serpent tongue laid there, causing Alastor to whine in joy.
"You're mine, Lucifer." His thrusts continued, albeit unsteady and sloppily, though right where Lucifer needed it. They both felt the room fill with a radio whine as the lights flickered around them, moaning together in euphoria before Alastor made one final deep thrust. The sound he released sounded pained, his small antlers spearing the mattress as his back and pelvis arched into Lucifer. All the while, the Angel fell forward, mouth wide open in a soundless scream as his seed flew out his twitching cock, covering his own and Alastor's stomach and creating a mess. The sudden lack of sounds was only accompanied by the quiet, brainless "mine's" that escaped Alastor's high mind.
It was all too much and just enough for Lucifer himself as he finally let his body collapse on top of Alastor with a grunt. His partner's hips ticked as it followed Lucifer's ass, keeping itself flushed into him as his cock continued to release it's own spend into him. The feeling of his insides filling with Alastor's seed flooded Lucifer's senses, almost driving him into another small release of pleasure himself. Though truthfully, the feeling of Alastor's bare body beneath him was going to drive him into it all by itself.
A sigh escaped Lucifer as he laid there, letting Alastor revel in his own quick climax. The pride that filled Lucifer's chest was heavenly, it quickly dissipating with a small turn of his head. Once again, that damned wall was all he could see. The old portraits of a once happy family filled his visions as he felt him throat tighten.
"Alastor?" The whisper barely escaped his tearful voice, causing the Overlord's ears to twitch as he caught the sound of it.
"My dear?" Sitting up slightly with the other still on top of him, Lucifer could feel Alastor's worried gaze settle on him. He was sure of all the anxious thoughts running through his head, worried that Lucifer may have regretted burning his ring away or that he got hurt. With trembling lips, Lucifer let his cheeks begin to wet with tears.
"Please don't leave me."