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“Just a quick warning,” Charlie said, her grip on her girlfriend’s hand tightening. She looked almost embarrassed as the trio stopped in front of the gates of a large house.
Alastor’s eyes scanned the area, a bitter taste in his mouth as he looked at the atrocious decor. Duck statues, trees cut into the shapes of ducks and a duck pond near the entrance. How unfair it was that a family with so much wealth had such terrible taste.
“My dad can come off as a bit much, he doesn’t really get out a lot,” Charlie continued.
Clearly. Alastor thought.
He remembered Charlie telling him how only recently she had connected with her father again, no doubt he was a pompous prick who only cared about himself. He was ready to dish back whatever insults that devil could throw at him.
“If he starts going on about ducks and stuff, just ignore him,” Charlie finally said as they now stood in front of the doors of the entrance.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Vaggi said, moving her other hand that wasn’t holding Charlie’s to rub her arm soothingly.
Charlie took a deep breath before raising her hand and knocking on the door. Alastor moved so he was behind the two young women, gritting his teeth as they were met with silence.
This moron couldn’t even bother getting the door? He was probably yelling at some poor butler to get it instead.
“Oh shit!” A voice suddenly said, muffled through the doors.
He heard footsteps from inside and an assortment of squeaks before the door finally flew open.
Alastor was ready to be met with a tall, most likely buff man, with offensive tattoos. However, he found himself craning his neck down—
How interesting.
The man was definitely not tall at all but rather the complete opposite. He was tiny. Petite. Somehow managing to be even shorter than Vaggi by a few. He was skinny with golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes to perfectly match his daughter’s. Seeing the two next to each other, they could’ve almost been mistaken for twins if not for the prominent eyebags under the man’s eyes that was the only sign to really show his age.
Definitely not what Alastor was expecting at all. He found himself taking a few seconds to blink, really scanning every crevice of the man’s face.
“H—“ The man took a deep inhale, eyes wide as they landed on Charlie and a large grin appeared.
“Charlie!” He moved to envelop her in a tight hug, his head resting beneath her chin.
“Hi Dad…” Charlie slowly said, moving to loosen her dad’s arms to breathe.
“Oh, you didn’t tell me you were coming!” The short man said, finally releasing her as he stared up at her, pointedly not noticing the other two.
Alastor frowned as he took in more of the other. He was wearing a thin sweater and grey dress pants and socks with little ducks on them. Guess he knew now who was responsible for that crime.
Charlie moved to step beside Vaggi, grabbing her hand again. “Yeah, uh… surprise!” She awkwardly said.
The man’s eyes landed on Vaggi and then briefly flickered to Alastor behind them, the first sign that he had noticed them.
“I know this is really last minute, Dad. But I was wondering if I could stay here over the summer? Just until school starts again.”
Alastor swore that he could see stars in the man’s eyes.
“Well, of course you can! Stay as long as you’d like, stay forever even,” he gave an awkward chuckle, grin too wide.
A genuine smile appeared on Charlie’s face as she stepped back next to Vaggi.
“Thanks. You don’t mind if my friends also join?”
The man shakes his head. “Oh, of course not. They can make themselves right at home. You know, I’d prefer more people anyway, it gets pretty lonely here.”
Charlie nods quickly, gesturing towards the shorter woman.
“This is my girlfriend, Vaggi,” Charlie said. She then looked over her shoulder at Alastor.
“And this is Alastor.”
A brief surprised expression took over the man’s face before it lit up back into a smile.
He moved forward to wrap Vaggi in a big hug. “Girlfriend! My daughter’s growing so fast,” he said, a few tears in his eyes.
“Thank you for letting me stay here, Mr. Morningstar,” Vaggi managed to get out through the hug.
“Lucifer!” He loudly said, pulling back. “Uh, call me Lucifer. Or Lu! Whatever you prefer. Call me anything actually, I don’t mind,” he rambled.
Dear lord, this little man was exhausting.
Lucifer then turned towards Alastor, who almost took a small step back, also ready for a tight, crushing hug.
Instead, Lucifer simply stuck his hand out for a handshake.
Alastor wasn’t sure if he should be offended or relieved.
Though a little reluctant, he still moved to take his hand. He tried not to linger on the fact that his own hand practically dwarfed the other’s.
Immediately though, as they shook hands, Alastor’s nose was hit with a strong, sweet aroma of apples. He looked down at the blonde who was looking at him with big eyes.
And what a lovely sight that was.
Lucifer’s palm was smooth and freakishly soft, as if he had never worked a day in his life. Alastor took a few seconds to hold on to it for a little longer than acceptable. Thankfully, the blonde didn’t seem to notice.
Lucifer moved aside to let everyone in as they all headed to the living room. Alastor noticed him scampering to the kitchen, soon returning with a plate of cookies in his hands.
“Perfect timing actually, I’d just finished baking these,” he placed them on the coffee table, taking a seat next to Charlie on the sofa, Vaggi on her other side as Alastor took the arm chair.
Charlie moved to grab two, handing one to Vaggi. “Yum. I forgot how much I loved your baking.”
Lucifer gave a warm look. “Oh, honey. You should visit more often and I’ll bake as much as you’d like.”
Charlie nodded as she took another one.
Lucifer smiled and then paused as his eyes landed on Alastor. It seemed he had noticed that he wasn’t having any.
“Albert? You should try one.”
Alastor, who was taking in and silently judging the interior design of the home and trying not to let his eyes linger on the short man, cocked his head to the side.
Albert? Seriously.
Was his presence not enough to make a valuable impression on Lucifer to remember something as simple as his name?
“It’s Alastor, Dad.” Charlie was quick to correct.
“Oh! Sorry,” Lucifer said. “You should try one.” He points to the plate. “Not to toot my own horn but I think they’re pretty good, Alastor.”
Alastor’s brain almost shut down.
He could suddenly feel his pants tightening.
Shit.
It usually took quite a lot for Alastor to feel any form of sexual arousal. However, the way his own name left those pink lips was practically sinful.
Alastor.
Or better yet, the surge of fantasies that suddenly appeared in Alastor’s mind would make his late mother clutch her pearls.
That same pale, rosy cheeked face in front of him but with an expression of pure pleasure. (And perhaps pain).
His name. Alastor’s name. Being moaned over and over again.
That pale body that he could see outlined through beneath his clothes being pressed against a table, bent over, just for him.
No, not only a table. But a bed. A large king-sized bed that the short man would’ve previously shared with his wife.
Alastor’s own larger hand, grabbing onto the smaller one and squeezing, Lucifer’s ring digging into—
Alastor’s thoughts abruptly stopped as his eyes zeroed in and his mind cleared itself enough to take in the glistening gold on Lucifer’s ring finger.
He felt his teeth gritting, fist subtly clenching as his eyes burnt through the little band. Charlie had mentioned that her parents were divorced, but it seemed Lucifer was still holding on to some small bit of hope that, what? He and his wife would get back together?
Just by the stories alone that Charlie had told them, it was obvious to anyone that the two just weren’t compatible anymore.
Not to mention that already from his first impressions and through the fog of wanting to fuck his friend’s dad, he could immediately tell behind the pretty face that Lucifer was lonely.
Lonely and pathetic.
A middle aged single dad who needed something to ground him. He needed someone to ground him. Someone who was charismatic and could take care of him. Well, at least just for tonight.
Someone who was getting more impatient the longer they all spent sitting and chatting. However, thankfully, the chatter soon migrated from the living room to the dining room as they all enjoyed the dinner that Lucifer had cooked.
“I hope the drive back won’t be too difficult,” Lucifer said.
Everyone looked confused and Charlie gave a forced smile.
“Dad?”
Lucifer’s eyes widened for a second before he gasped.
“Oh wait! You’re staying for the summer! Silly me, completely slipped my mind. Guess that’s what happens when you’re having too much fun.”
He leaned forward, grabbing Charlie’s hands in his own.
“Gosh, it’s been so long since I’ve had company,” he said, a nervous chuckle leaving him.
This time, a saddened expression appeared on Charlie’s face as she gazed at her father.
“I know, Dad,” she softly said. Just as she was about to say something else and most likely send the two into waterworks, Lucifer quickly stood up.
“There are plenty of guest rooms,” he quickly said, clearly steering the conversation away. “Feel free to pick any,” he turned towards Alastor, most likely already assuming that Charlie and Vaggi would be sleeping in Charlie’s childhood room.
Alastor gave a polite nod in response, feeling that if he said anything, it would send the man into a full breakdown.
Lucifer then moved to clean up the table, plates clinking loudly as he awkwardly placed them on the kitchen counter.
“Now, time for dessert!” He said, heading for the, expensively looking, modern fridge.
He placed a cup of apple crumble sundaes in front of everyone before returning to his seat and digging in. A sudden silence enveloped the room.
Lucifer paused as he looked around, noticing that no one had started eating.
“I promise I didn’t poison them if that’s what you’re wondering,” he said, chuckling. “That would’ve been kind of hypocritical considering if I did want to poison someone, I would’ve just done so during the first meal.”
“Thanks Dad, but I think I’ll have mine tomorrow. I’m stuffed from that meal,” Charlie said, pushing her cup away as Vaggi did the same.
“Yeah, me too but thank you, Sir,” Vaggi said.
A frown appeared on Lucifer’s face as he turned to look at Alastor. Alastor wasn’t a fan of sweets at all but the kicked puppy expression on Lucifer’s face was too pathetic.
Which was exactly why he said, “I’m not a fan of sweets but I appreciate the effort.”
He watched in real time the way Lucifer’s expression shattered, the way his spoon made a clink noise as he let it fall on the glass table.
“That’s okay,” he managed out, voice shaking. Then a second later, he perked up as if nothing had happened.
“Why don’t we play some after dinner board games then?” He excitedly exclaimed as he moved to stand up. His demeanour was off, as if he was trying to make the time they had all spent last a little longer.
“It’s getting kind of late already, don’t you think we should call it a night?” Alastor suddenly said, making a note to make his voice sound a little annoyed. He didn’t know why, but he was hoping to let that previous pathetic expression return and linger a little longer.
Though, Lucifer simply frowned this time. “Yes. Of course… Sleep is important.”
He turned to look at his daughter as if she would agree to play board games until who knows what time.
Charlie simply stood up however, grabbing Vaggi’s hand. “Alastor’s right, Dad. We should all probably be heading to bed now.”
Lucifer opened his mouth once before closing it. He simply nodded as he watched the two head up the stairs.
Alastor let himself linger for a few seconds, taking another moment to burn holes in the side of Lucifer’s head.
Finally he said, standing up, “I assume I can pick any room that isn’t yours?”
Lucifer didn’t say anything, as if he hadn’t heard him before jumping. “Oh! Yes. Any room is fine. Mine is the fancy one at the very top so just avoid that one.”
Avoid is the last thing I’ll be doing.
Alastor nodded in reply, taking the stairs but not before one last look behind him at the man, who was now cleaning and putting away the untouched sundaes.
Alastor felt as if the stupid stairs wouldn’t end as he headed all the way up to the top floor. With a final out of breath huff, he looked around the hallway, eyes landing on a large ornate double door, presumably Lucifer and his ex-wife’s room.
Though, he didn’t immediately head in that direction, as he found a guest room on the same floor, deciding to slip into that one instead.
He looked at the space.
Neatly decorated with a bed and that hideous decor that was present throughout the entire house.
He slipped his shoes off, leaving them in the corner as he laid down on the bed.
His only job now was to listen. Listen for the sounds of light footsteps and a door opening to announce that Lucifer had headed inside of his room.
Around thirty minutes passed before Alastor heard exactly that.
Light footsteps with a suspicious sound of tired sighs and a door opening and closing. Another five minutes passed and the sound of a shower being turned on was heard.
Alastor decided to close his eyes, letting his thoughts wander for a bit while focusing on the muffled sounds of the water running. Immediately he found himself imagining a naked, lithe body.
Water droplets sliding down an arched back, some sliding into a warm crevice while others kept going to slide over a pale ass. Lucifer’s hand, sliding down his body to an area where pleasure was ignited. Touching himself. His pink lips opening to let out small moans, probably trying not to be as loud as he usually was considering the guests downstairs. Fingers reaching to brush against his sensitive nipples so he could finally reach a blissful end with an embarrassed sigh.
With that, Alastor was interrupted by the abrupt sound of the water disappearing. His eyes flew open.
This was his chance.
He let another few minutes pass before swiftly getting off the bed. He slipped his shoes back on, checking his appearance in the mirror and adjusting his shirt collar, as if he was planning on heading to a job interview rather than planning on fucking his friend’s dad’s brains out.
As quietly as he could, he opened the guest room door, his eyes immediately landing on the familiar appearance of the ornate door.
He paused as he stopped in front of said door, a little stumped now. The hormonal fog in his brain hadn’t let him think past this point.
He was just about to say, ‘to hell with it’ and simply open the door when he suddenly heard the sound of… sniffles?
Sniffles and whimpering. Not the ones from pleasure. But better.
Sadness.
Alastor would be lying if he said that it disrupted his growing arousal. In fact, it was the complete opposite. It somehow made him harder.
He raised his hand and gave three orderly knocks. Immediately, the whimpering stopped and silence overtook.
Footsteps could be heard and the door slowly opened to reveal Lucifer’s reddened face peeking through, tear streaks faintly visible as if he had frantically rubbed them away before answering.
He looked almost relieved at seeing Alastor. Most likely a better contender than Charlie, who he didn't want seeing him like this.
“Can I help you?” Lucifer quietly asked.
“I heard you crying from downstairs,” Alastor said.
Lucifer looked embarrassed.
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disrupt you.” He paused. “Please don’t tell Charlie.”
Alastor gave a shrug. “I have no reason to. But-”
He placed a hand on the door, pushing it open more as Lucifer stumbled back. He then moved to shut the door closed with the two inside.
“May I ask, what caused these tears?” Alastor asked, turning back, confident he already knew the answer.
He took a quick second to look Lucifer over. He was in a pink fluffy robe, his pale legs visible. It looked like he wasn’t wearing anything underneath and the opening was loosely tied, just waiting for the right movement to let the robe fall open.
Making my job a lot easier.
He pointedly ignored the gold ring still on Lucifer’s finger.
Lucifer looked away.
“Just… the usual.”
Alastor raised a brow after subtly adjusting himself to make sure his arousal wasn’t visible. “The usual?”
“Everything that’s gone wrong in my life. My wife leaving me, my daughter being distant. Not to even mention that this is the first time she’s ever stayed over since she moved.” A few tears had escaped, slowly falling over the previous present streaks.
Alastor hummed. If he was to be completely honest, he really didn’t care about any of Lucifer’s problems. He simply had one goal and he was (hoping) to achieve it before he left.
However, he knew he had to pretend to care. Just enough to let Lucifer bring down his walls so Alastor could slip through the cracks.
And he might as well lay it on thick while he’s at it.
He moved forward, grabbing Lucifer’s chin in his hand, tilting his head to make sure he was looking at him.
“You don’t deserve this,” Alastor said, albeit more intensely than he intended.
Lucifer blinked a few times, looking rather shocked at the bold display. His lips slightly parted.
“Let me be honest. I don’t know you at all but from the display I saw this evening, I can confidently say that any sorrow you have, should be erased,” Alastor continued. “You care so much about your daughter, and it’s clear that all you’ve ever done is love while getting nothing back in return.”
Lucifer continued to blink, though this time, he gave a small nod.
“I think there was a reason we ended up here together tonight,” Alastor said.
Though internally, he wanted to throw up at the sheer corniness of his own words. He really hoped most people pulled stunts like this just to get laid.
Lucifer hadn’t said anything, still blinking owlishly up at him.
Alastor moved his hand that was on Lucifer’s chin down to grab the other’s hand. “Let me ease your mind from all the negativity. Let me make you realise how worshipped you can truly be.” The other hand slipped to Lucifer’s lower back, resting there with a heavy pressure. “Just for tonight. If you’d only bend to my will.”
This seemed to finally break Lucifer from his little staring trance as he shook his head and stepped back, breaking Alastor’s hold while looking mortified.
“What? No. No, no, no,” he quickly said, shaking his head frantically with a few more steps back. “If you’re implying that we sleep together, then absolutely not,” he continued. “You’re my daughter’s friend. You’re the same age as her. I couldn’t possibly do that.”
Alastor frowned. Of course his plan was bound to have a flaw in it. Nonetheless, he could work around it.
“I don’t really see the problem here. We’re both adults, are we not?” Alastor said. “Besides, are you really going to turn down the chance to finally relieve yourself? I’m sure you haven’t had much action since your divorce.”
Lucifer narrowed his eyes. “Don’t assume you know anything about me.”
Alastor grinned. “I’m right though, aren’t I?”
Lucifer shook his head in disbelief, looking away. “This is highly inappropriate. Please. Just leave my room.”
Alastor, ever the persistent fellow, and with a rather bold move, slipped his hand between the flaps of the robe to gently rest on Lucifer’s bare thigh.
Lucifer froze.
Though, predictably, he didn’t move away at all.
This gave Alastor the further confidence he needed to gently move his long fingers further, till they dipped into the soft crevice of Lucifer’s inner thigh.
Immediately, he could feel how aroused he was.
However, there was something unexpected between the man’s thighs.
Unexpected but not unwelcomed.
His eyes snapped up to meet the blue ones, asking wordlessly if Lucifer really did want him to stop.
Of course, instead of telling him to stop, Lucifer closed his eyes, biting his lip as Alastor’s fingers continued moving. A small sound escaped his lips, joining the other sound present in the room, the sound of Alastor’s fingers squelching as he pushed them in and out, a steady rhythm.
His thumb, on the same hand, moved to apply pressure which caused Lucifer to become louder, bending slightly forward as he came.
Alastor was surprised. That was fast. And simply coming just from his fingers? He hadn’t even made it to the main meal yet.
Nonetheless, he continued, pushing Lucifer down on his giant bed, one that was far too big for him but had probably fit him and his wife perfectly.
This made Alastor’s cock twitch. The thought of fucking Lucifer on the place where he used to sleep with his ex-wife, almost like he was claiming the territory now.
He grabbed Lucifer’s thighs, pushing them up so he could finally get a view of the perfect surprise between them.
Pink folds glistening with slick.
He couldn’t help but dive in. Licking the area with his tongue as Lucifer’s moans started up again. His mind savoured the flavour before his mouth could. If he tried hard enough, he swore he could taste the faintness of apples.
Alastor could feel the small hands in his curls tugging, right as he pushed his tongue inside. He felt the thighs in his hands twitching, causing him to tighten his grip on them till he hoped they would faintly bruise.
His mind didn’t even comprehend if the walls of the room were soundproof or not.
However, he did know that Lucifer was close. This time, he pulled out right before he could come again. Lucifer’s moans immediately shifted into whines, faint tears in his eyes as he looked up at Alastor.
He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it as he watched Alastor stand up.
“W-wait…” He finally managed to let out, sounding even more pathetic than Alastor’s brain could’ve originally imagined.
Alastor, initially standing up to undo his pants and pull his cock out, decided instead to have a little bit of fun.
He gave the best sigh he could, shaking his head for good measure.
He smoothed down the front of his shirt. “I’m afraid you made your decision already. I should be leaving, I wouldn't want to cross any more boundaries.”
He took a step towards the door, his back turned to Lucifer as a giant grin spread across his face as he heard Lucifer let out another whine. This one sounding beyond desperate.
“No! I mean… Don’t go,” Lucifer said. “I changed my mind, Alb— I mean, I don’t want you to leave…”
Alastor, so far enjoying Lucifer’s whining, paused as he heard Lucifer’s wrong slip up of his name.
If his mind wasn’t already clouded with hormones, he would’ve been fuming.
He turned around slowly to face Lucifer, eyes briefly flickering between his still spread legs.
“You don’t even remember my name yet you want me to fuck you?”
Lucifer’s eyes widened, looking more embarrassed now. His eyes frantically looked everywhere.
“What are you talking about? I know your name,” he nervously said, not making eye contact.
“Oh, do you?” Alastor mockingly asked. “Go on then, what is it? What’s my name, Lucifer?”
“I… uh…” Lucifer stuttered out. “It’s…”
Alastor continued to look at him, a scowl forming on his face the further Lucifer hesitated. Which was unusual for him as he was always aspired to have a smile.
“Your name is…” Lucifer paused. Then, his eyes widened. “It’s Al!” He pointed. “Your name is Al.”
He looked proud of himself, a large smile on his face as if he had accomplished something great.
“That’s not my full name, Lucifer,” Alastor slowly said.
Lucifer looked almost scared as he sat up, despite Alastor not moving again. “No, wait! Don’t go!”
Lucifer then looked down at the robe barely hanging on himself, an idea seemed to be brewing in his mind.
He looked up, making eye contact as he slowly slipped the robe completely off, showing off his pale body. He attempted to manoeuvre himself into what he probably assumed was a seductive pose.
“You don’t wanna miss out on this, right?” Lucifer gave a nervous chuckle as he ran a hand down his body, right towards his ass where he gave it a squeeze, prettily bent over.
And oh my.
Who was Alastor to refuse him? Especially since the full extent of how large Lucifer’s backside was accentuated.
“How about a deal? I’ll only fuck you, every time you say my name. The more times you say it, the more times I’ll fuck you. So it’ll be a learning session as well. Do we have a deal?” Alastor proposed.
Lucifer immediately nodded.
Alastor finally smiled as he moved to undo his fly, pulling out his cock. He noticed Lucifer’s eyes immediately looking at it and he couldn’t help but feel his ego grow. He was confident enough to know that the other was appreciating it.
He grabbed Lucifer, pulling him down till he was near the edge of the bed facing Alastor. Alastor was still standing up and he moved to throw Lucifer’s legs over his shoulders.
“Alastor. Easy to remember, don’t you think?”
A brief recognition flashed across Lucifer’s face before he nodded.
“…Alastor,” he slowly said, testing it.
He barely got it out before Alastor thrusted inside.
Lucifer yelped, a groan leaving his lips at the same time as Alastor.
Alastor could feel how tight he was, trying not to squeeze his eyes shut at the feeling of sheer pleasure from Lucifer’s walls.
“Alastor..” Lucifer managed to get out, almost whispering.
Alastor groaned again as he pulled out then thrusted back in.
Lucifer’s hands gripped the sheets as he threw his head back, this time moaning Alastor’s name.
Alastor repeated. Pulling out, then thrusting back in.
This encouraged Lucifer to continue moaning his name, his voice echoing in the large room till Alastor was keeping a steady pace, never faltering. Just the way his own name left Lucifer’s lips was exactly like his previous fantasies. Sinful. The perfect sound that encouraged Alastor to move faster and thrust in harder. He almost didn’t want to pull out every time he went in, wanting to be buried inside the other for as long as possible, hoping to be able to familiarise himself with every crevice and curve of the older man’s.
His mind briefly wandered to his friend, Charlie. The whole reason he was able to be in this position in the first place. What would she think if she knew that he had fucked her dad after this. That he was currently fucking her dad right at this moment, buried in his tight cunt. He wondered what her reaction would be if he ever decided to describe the feeling he was feeling right now.
Oh, Charlie. Should I tell you how great your dad’s cunt feels?
The absolute horrified expression on her face alone would be enough reason. Though, that would also encourage her to keep them separated after this and he just couldn’t have that at all.
Lucifer was moaning intelligible words as Alastor’s hips continued to snap forward. Alastor, reluctantly, pulled out and didn’t thrust back in.
Lucifer lifted his head, tears in his eyes as he shook his head, arms reaching out. He then seemed to remember what to do as he placed his arms down and tilted his head back.
“Alastor!”
Alastor, now getting tired of feeling as if his cock was going to explode, thrust back in and continued his pace, regardless if Lucifer was properly moaning his name anymore.
His hand went to Lucifer’s clit, the final push Lucifer needed to come, legs slipping from Alastor’s shoulders as he arched his back. His eyes were squeezed shut, though Alastor’s cock didn’t budge from where it was still inside him.
With this new position, Alastor laid on the bed behind Lucifer, lifting a leg to grip onto tightly as he thrust in a couple of more times. He ignored Lucifer’s nails digging into his arm, trying to get his attention. Alastor felt as if he was about to black out as he finally came for the first time tonight, right inside his friend’s dad’s cunt.
He finally pulled out for the last time, lying on his back, his peripheral vision noticing how Lucifer curled up with his cum now starting to drip down his thighs.
A rush of something deep and possessive hit Alastor suddenly as he turned his head to really look. The urge to push his seed back inside the other man tempting him.
Lucifer slowly sat up, hair messy as he avoided looking at Alastor. He tucked a blonde curl behind his ear, looking as if he was searching for his robe, an excuse to do something.
(Little did he know Alastor had pushed it under the bed in a brief moment when it fell to the floor, hoping to retrieve it later when Lucifer wasn’t looking. That and the ring that Lucifer hadn’t realised was missing from his finger.)
“My mind feels fuzzy…” Lucifer slowly said, not sure if he should break the lingering silence.
“I’m assuming that’s a good thing? Seems I have done a pretty good job,” Alastor replied back, trying not to get too cocky as he watched Lucifer roll his eyes. Briefly, there was something else there that Alastor wasn’t sure if he wanted to further investigate.
Lucifer opened his mouth, ready to reply with something snarky when there was a loud knock on the door.
“…Dad?”