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“Fuck,” Alastor whined out, his voice high and tight.
Between his legs, he felt Lucifer smile, the angel’s lips curling around the hot swell of his clit lecherously.
Alastor was sorely tempted to give the little king a sharp rap between the eyes with his knuckles for his impertinence, but then Lucifer licked him again - slowly, the forks of his tongue twining around the shaft of Alastor’s arousal and stroking upwards, like he possessed a cock and not a clitoris - and the urge melted away with another low moan.
They’d been at it for what felt like hours. Alastor was wound tight as a spring, his thighs shaking, hooves flexing, claws shredding the silk bedding next to his head; but still, Lucifer would not let him come.
It was infuriating. Intoxicating. Utterly ruinous, if Alastor was being candid. His cunt was bruise-tender and swollen with arousal, his clit throbbing with every torturous swirl of Lucifer’s tongue. Lucifer had coaxed the hood of Alastor’s clit back, exposing the red, twitching bud to do with as he pleased, teasing and tormenting it until it was so swollen it ached with every beat of Alastor’s heart. When he looked down the length of his own body, he could see it, erect and proud as any cock between his shivering thighs.
“Pretty boy,” Lucifer cooed, his voice muffled against Alastor’s cunt. “You sound so sweet when you’re begging for me.”
“I am not-” Alastor was cut off by a gasp as Lucifer licked up between the lips of his pussy, humming idly all the while. “- begging.”
“Sure sounds like it,” Lucifer teased. “Besides, you don’t need to beg me with your mouth. Your sweet little cock is telling me all I need to know.”
“Lucifer!” Alastor hissed, heat flaring across the bones of his cheeks. His ears pinned to his head when Lucifer gave him a saucy wink, before ducking his head back down to mouth at Alastor’s soaked sex.
His lips were soft and teasing, a gentle prelude to the wicked heat of his tongue that followed closely behind. Alastor writhed, frustrated, flustered, and so impossibly aroused.
They’d done much and more together: switching positions and dynamics, overstimulating one another to the point of tears, fucking each other senseless time and time again. But Lucifer had never done this. He had never denied Alastor his pleasure so cruelly, had never dangled it out of his reach like a dog with a bone.
Alastor hated it.
He loved it.
He bit off another low groan as Lucifer dipped between the lips of his cunt and traced over his hole. He had never felt more empty in his life, his cunt squeezing around nothing and aching with the need to be filled. As Lucifer continued to tease, Alastor thought for one frantic moment that he might cry from it. He breathed in deep, gritting his teeth against the sensation.
Lucifer made a sympathetic noise from between his legs, though the bastard did nothing at all to remedy the situation. He only continued to torment Alastor, flicking the individual points of his tongue against the sensitive rim of Alastor’s pussy and lapping up the copious slick that leaked from him.
“Lucifer,” Alastor growled, frustration turning his voice deep. His antlers branched across the bed, anger and arousal warring within him. “Enough. If you’re going to prove yourself useless, you may as well leave and I can-”
Static split the air, an unholy shriek loud enough to fracture the mirror sitting atop the vanity as Lucifer reared back and landed a sharp smack directly to Alastor’s pussy.
Alastor jolted, his knees instinctively dipping inwards to protect himself, but they did nothing but knock against Lucifer’s shoulders. The initial bright sting of Lucifer’s palm and fingers over his cunt faded to a dull throb, and for a moment Alastor lay speechless, unbelieving that Lucifer would ever have the gall to strike him there.
“You perverted, bestial, arrogant little cretin,” Alastor hissed when he finally found his voice. His eyes spun to dials and he propped himself on his elbows, moving to get up. “How dare you-”
Lucifer smacked him again: a flat, singular strike against the entirety of Alastor’s sex. The sound of his palm striking Alastor’s wet flesh was obscene and he shrieked in indignation, feeling humiliated, enraged and aroused in equal measures. He lunged, making to shove Lucifer back against the bed and throttle him for his audaciousness, but before he even made it an inch a pair of hands were clamping over his shoulders and shoving him back into the mattress.
He found himself flat on his back, head firmly lodged between a pair of cool black thighs, looking up at the visage of his own shadow grinning down at him wickedly. Its hands remained clasped over his shoulders, pinning him down to the bed.
“You-”
“Me,” Lucifer agreed breezily. “And Slim, of course. Say hi, baby.”
Alastor’s shadow gave a happy little chirp, the traitorous thing all too pleased to receive even the most minimal acknowledgment from Lucifer. Alastor strained his power towards it, attempting to force it back beneath his heel, but it only tilted its head at him and gave him a flick of its ear.
“Just you wait until it’s only you and I, and Lucifer is no longer here to coddle you,” Alastor snarled at it. To his horror, instead of being adequately cowed, his shadow’s eyes crinkled with a smile and it stuck its ethereal green tongue out at him like a schoolyard bully.
Why he ever believed it was a good idea to give the insubordinate little thing sentience, he would never know.
Lucifer chuckled at the shadow’s antics and Alastor’s ears flicked back to press tight to his skull in aggravation. Any enjoyment that was to be gleaned from their little game was quickly being sapped by his own embarrassment. He struggled in the shadow’s hold again, intent on putting an end to whatever fantasy Lucifer had cooked up.
“Hey now,” Lucifer cooed. He smoothed his hands up Alastor’s thighs, easing him back down onto the bed. “No need to get upset, sweetness.”
“No need to- you just- you hit my-”
“And?” Lucifer asked. He cocked his brow, fixing Alastor with a challenging look. “Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy it. Your pretty pussy is leaking all over the bed.”
Static popped and hissed all around them and Alastor looked away, heat flushing his cheeks a deep, rosy red.
“Would you like me to do it again?” Lucifer offered. Alastor looked at him, startled, but Lucifer didn’t elaborate. He simply let the question hang between them, the room suspended in time save for the low swish of Lucifer’s tail cutting through the air and the frantic beat of Alastor’s own heart.
Slim’s claws flexed on Alastor’s shoulders, making him jump. He swallowed around the lump in his throat, indecision weighing on him. If it weren’t for the open, permissive look Lucifer was giving him, he might have shied away from the idea altogether. The very thought was humiliating, and he was loath to admit that it also sent a dirty little shiver cascading down his spine.
Lucifer waited patiently for his answer, never ceasing the slow back-and-forth drag of his palms across the tops of Alastor’s thighs. Finally, after a long moment of silence, Alastor glanced away, his shoulders tense.
“Fine,” he grumbled, his voice more static than human.
“Just fine?” Lucifer asked. “Not very enthusiastic of you, sinner mine.”
Alastor resisted the instinctual urge to snarl and snap at him. Instead, he drew in a long, shaky breath and said: “Yes, alright? I will not say it again. Get on with it.”
“You know, your attitude is what got you here in the first place,” Lucifer teased. “Unless you want to be punished? You could just say that, sweetheart. No need for all the fuss.”
That time Alastor did snarl, his lips pulling back from his teeth in a sneer. But before he could retaliate, Lucifer was raising his hand and bringing it down on Alastor’s pussy with a firm, wet smack.
Alastor writhed, pain and pleasure burning through him. His snarl melted into a low whine and he shut his eyes, letting his head drop back into Slim’s lap. He heard Lucifer make an approving noise, the sound a deep rumble in his throat. Alastor jumped when his cool fingers met the overheated skin of his cunt, Lucifer’s thumb rubbing back and forth across his soaked folds before parting them to take in sight of his leaking hole and twitching clit.
“You’re so hard for me,” Lucifer purred. His thumb strummed against Alastor’s clit, and feedback squealed through the air. “Your little cock is just aching for me, sweet boy.”
“Lucifer, that’s… it’s…” dirty, perverse, wrong. So good. “Please.”
Lucifer held Alastor open with one hand and spanked him with the other, a quick strike of his fingertips over the sensitive inner folds. Alastor yelped, his back instinctively bowing away from the sensation, but both his shadow and Lucifer managed to hold him still as Lucifer did it again and again.
Alastor slapped his hand over his mouth, attempting to silence the continuous mewls and moans that poured past his lips. His noises were cut off for only a moment before cool fingers were wrapping around his wrist and peeling his hand away, Slim gathering Alastor’s hands up within its own and holding him firm.
“Please,” Alastor begged as Lucifer continued to strike him, alternating between teasing swats against his hole to flat-palmed smacks against the entirety of his cunt. Between each one he took a moment to simply caress Alastor’s pussy, running his thumbs and fingers along the abused flesh to feel how it had gone warm and puffy. His hand was slick to the wrist with Alastor’s arousal, making each strike so much more filthy and debauched. “Please.”
“What do you need, sweetness?” Lucifer asked. He teased around Alastor’s hole before plunging his fingers inside without warning, scissoring them wide and making Alastor keen mindlessly.
“I- I need- want to come, please Lucifer,” Alastor panted. He opened his eyes and looked down at the devil kneeling between his legs, his vision blurry with unshed tears. “Fuck me, do whatever you like, I just want to come."
“There’s my good boy,” Lucifer praised. His smile went wide and toothy, a paradox to how he was filthily twisting his wrist and fucking Alastor on his fingers. Alastor let out a small sound at that, his tail fruitlessly attempting to wag where it was trapped under his body. “So sweet, when you want something. It’s a shame you can’t be good all the time.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” Alastor slurred. Lucifer let out a bark of laughter.
“I suppose you’re right. I like you how you are: my bratty little slut.”
He curled his fingers upwards and rubbed the pads along the sensitive place at the top of Alastor’s cunt. Alastor moaned and dropped his head back down into Slim’s lap. The tears that had been clinging to his lashes began to flow, but Slim wiped them away with its thumbs as quick as they came, cooing gently all the while.
He felt Lucifer slip from his knees back down onto his belly, positioning his head between Alastor’s thighs once more. The first swipe of Lucifer’s tongue across Alastor’s folds had him crying out, the forked points as hot as branding irons as they licked across tender flesh.
“How would you like to come?” Lucifer mumbled against Alastor’s cunt. “With my fingers inside you? My tongue?”
Alastor nodded frantically, his hands flexing in Slim’s hold. Lucifer chuckled, pressing a kiss to the inside of Alastor’s thigh. “I need words, precious.”
“Y-yes,” Alastor said, his voice coming out raspy. “Your fingers, and your mouth on my… on my…”
“Say it,” Lucifer groaned. Alastor’s eyes fluttered open to take in the way that Lucifer was watching him, his half-lidded eyes glowing with lust. “Tell me where you want my mouth.”
“My cock,” Alastor whimpered. “I want your mouth on my cock, Lucifer, please.”
“Good boy,” Lucifer growled. He resumed the motion of his hand, rubbing the tips of his fingers against Alastor’s g-spot in quick, precise motions as he leaned in and sealed his lips over Alastor’s cock.
Alastor cried out as Lucifer twined the tips of his tongue around the little bud, flicking against it with unrelenting pressure. His orgasm rose within him so quickly it took his breath away, his pussy clamping down onto Lucifer’s fingers as the hot spring of pleasure wound tighter and tighter.
Alastor came with a scream, his slick gushing over Lucifer’s fingers as his cunt rhythmically squeezed around them, milking his pleasure from the slim digits. His claws sunk into the backs of Slim’s hands, but the shadow did nothing but chirp happily and lean down to nuzzle against the side of his face, licking away Alastor’s tears with its long acid-coloured tongue.
Lucifer’s jaw continued to work as he sucked at Alastor’s cock with long pulls, his fingers rubbing ceaselessly within him. Alastor sobbed with overstimulation and wrenched his hand out of Slim’s to shove at Lucifer’s head, trying to dislodge him, but Lucifer paid him no mind.
Warmth was building between Alastor’s hips again, burning him from the inside out. Lucifer’s mouth and fingers were torturous, dragging Alastor towards another orgasm even as he bucked and writhed in Lucifer’s grip, trying to get away from the overwhelming pleasure-pain-pleasure that was consuming him.
“Lucifer,” Alastor sobbed as he came again, for the second time in less than a minute. He was crying freely now, tugging at Lucifer’s hair desperately. “Please, please, no more.”
Lucifer finally relented. He gave Alastor’s cock one last suck then leaned back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The other he pulled from Alastor’s cunt and held up, wiggling his fingers to watch the sinner’s slick shine in the light. Then, he popped his fingers in his mouth, moaning at the taste.
Alastor watched it all with wide eyes and a heaving chest, his pussy spasming around nothing as he wound down from his high. Slim gave one last chirp and kissed the top of Alastor’s head, right between his antlers, then faded back into the shadows, leaving Alastor and Lucifer alone once more.
“Do you… are you…” Alastor tried to ask. His throat was dry from screaming, his static skipping in the air like a broken record.
“Going to fuck you?” Lucifer asked with lascivious wink. “Is that really something you think you could handle?”
Alastor blushed and looked away, his ears flattening to his head. In truth, the thought of anything touching his cunt after hours of tormentation and two explosive orgasms was abhorrent, but he wouldn’t have it said that he was an ungracious lover.
Lucifer chuckled fondly, reaching out to pet along Alastor’s calf. “No, I won’t fuck you, love. I know you must be sensitive.”
“But you-”
“If you’d like me to come so badly, there are other ways to do so,” Lucifer offered, his eyes sparkling mischievously. Before Alastor could ask what he meant, Lucifer was shuffling forward on his knees, until Alastor’s ass was perched halfway in his lap, his long legs wrapped loosely around Lucifer’s waist.
Alastor blinked up at him, confused, and Lucifer offered him a wink before taking his cock in hand. He stroked himself a few times, then circled his thumb around the dusky gold tip to spread the generous blot of pre that had leaked out. He shuddered, moaning low as he adopted a quick pace, tugging at his cock and twisting his wrist at the head rapidly. All at once, Alastor realized what he was about to do, and his face went hot at the implication.
Lucifer’s other hand was still clamped around Alastor’s calf. He squeezed it over and over, as if the rush of pleasure he was experiencing needed an outlet. His tail thumped against the bed like a dog’s, quick little strikes of excitement that somehow made Alastor’s face burn even hotter.
“Please,” Alastor whimpered. “Come on me, Lucifer.”
“Oh fuck,” Lucifer hissed. His teeth sank into his bottom lip, drawing blood as he hunched in on himself and stripped his cock in hurried motions. A few seconds later he was coming with a bitten-off shout, painting Alastor’s belly, thighs, and cunt with his gold-tinted spend.
Alastor shuddered, his hooves curling as Lucifer’s hot cum struck his skin. His cunt throbbed between his legs, arousal striking him anew, and before he could think better of it he reached down, gathering some of Lucifer’s come on his fingers and stuffing two inside of himself.
He cried out from the oversensitivity, his back bowing from the bed as he fucked into himself with quick little motions. Lucifer watched with rapt attention, his eyes inverting and glowing blood-red as he stared at Alastor bringing himself off with cum-soaked fingers.
Alastor’s heel was rubbing against the swell of his clit - his cock - the pleasure mind-numbingly good. He rocked his hips to chase the sensation, whining constantly in the back of his throat from the feeling of too much, too much, his abdomen tightening with another imminent orgasm.
His hips snapped upwards when his climax hit, his hooves digging into the bed furiously as he writhed. Lucifer cooed and reached out, snagging his waist and gently bringing him back down to the bed, petting over the fawnspots on his hips and murmuring sweet praises all the while.
Alastor was shivering, pleasure still curling languorously through his veins as he panted for breath. He allowed himself to be coddled, Lucifer gently pulling his fingers away from his cunt and giving each a tiny kitten lick before banishing the mess.
Lucifer maneuvered them so that they were on their sides, Alastor curled into a ball at Lucifer’s front. He felt Lucifer nuzzle into the overwarm nape of his neck, breathing in the smell of sex and sweat and them.
“Alright, sweet thing?” Lucifer whispered.
“More than,” Alastor sighed, relaxing into Lucifer’s embrace. “I shouldn’t thank you for being an incessant tease, but, well…”
Lucifer’s quiet laughter ruffled the short hairs at the back of his head. His arms squeezed tighter where they were wrapped around Alastor’s waist, pulling him in even closer.
“Any time, sweetheart. Any time.”