Chapter Three
Alastor may not have been experienced, but he understood the concept and was a quick learner. He expected it to be a gross and unpleasant return of a favor he’d have to endure. However, with every jerk, shiver, and delicious sound he managed to elicit from Lucifer he found himself growing more enthusiastic about the whole ordeal.
His enthusiasm wasn’t all that was growing. It seemed his treacherous body wasn’t quite done with partaking in these new carnal delights. While he wasn’t entirely surprised that Lucifer had been the one to stir his latent desires, he was surprised by his own willingness to encourage further exploration of them, especially to this degree.
At some point, Lucifer’s hands started rubbing his ears and he cooed words of encouragement and praise in response to Alastor’s experimental fellatio. Alastor remained on all fours on the floor in front of Lucifer and made no attempt at preventing him from pistoning himself forward into Alastor’s awaiting maw, seemingly completely undeterred by said maw’s collection of teeth. Alastor was trying to be accommodating by curving his lips around those teeth and flattening his tongue to welcome the sizable intrusion. Even now, wasn’t he being such a good host?
He did not expect himself to become so thoroughly lost to lust from Lucifer’s careful considerations and control all but completely crumbling as his pace quickened and became more forceful. He was now gripping Alastor’s hair as he jack-hammered in and out of Alastor’s mouth and throat. Alastor’s own hips began to undulate, and he hummed his enjoyment of this new, rather brutal treatment to convey his approval. A deep archaic growl escaped Lucifer as the delicious forbidden apple finally gave up its seed. Alastor gulped it down greedily. This was one of the few parts of the human body he hadn’t sampled as a cannibal and any gift from Lucifer was a welcome one.
As Lucifer’s senses returned to him, he avidly started babbling apologies and unnecessary sentiments of concern for Alastor’s well-being. Alastor merely chuckled a mix of amusement and seduction. The sound caught Lucifer’s attention, and he paused his stammering to look into Alastor’s lust filled eyes. What he saw therein prompted him to examine Alastor’s current state more thoroughly.
Lucifer took in the complete sight of Alastor before him, now sitting back on his haunches, completely bemused and with his own very evident need on display. Alastor’s libido had clearly reawakened and there were small wet spots on the carpet from where the proof of his stimulation had dripped. The sight alone was enough to quickly replace Lucifer’s guilt and concern with his own renewed desire, and of course, a bit of satisfaction in knowing he’d induced Alastor’s present condition. He was the sin of pride, after all.
Lucifer reacted on instinct, bringing Alastor’s head up to his by the base of his neck and pressing their open panting mouths together. Their tongues once again explored and tasted one another with the addition of each other’s added essences. “Mmmm,” Lucifer purred as he leaned back to look at Alastor again, “we taste good together.”
Maybe it was the cannibal in him, Alastor didn’t know, all he knew was those words sparked an inferno within him that he quickly became lost to. He pulled Lucifer down atop his own body to wrap his legs around Lucifer’s waist and hold him there. He rolled his hips against Lucifer’s in an attempt to convey what he wanted.
Lucifer was all too willing, but first a little communication might be in order. He moaned into Alastor’s mouth, “hmm, need you to use your words. Just how far do you want to take this?”
“Surely you haven’t run out of stamina yet, old man?” Alastor lay panting, looking up at Lucifer through hooded eyes, legs wrapped around his waist and claws digging into his shoulder blades. He was clinging to Lucifer as though he were trying to prevent him from leaving while trembling with need and anticipation.
Lucifer never felt so wanted and he was certainly tempted to give in and just proceed without verbal confirmation, but he wanted Alastor to be sure and to enjoy this. Besides, he was pretty sure Alastor wouldn’t want his first time to be on the floor. Alastor would likely never let him hear the end of it…assuming they ever spoke of this again, that is. “I have plenty of stamina, but we both know the importance of words when it comes to valuable exchanges of trust between two people, don’t we, Dealmaker?”
“Ha! Are you offering me a deal?”
“No! No, this is not that. Whatever this is, it isn’t that. I just need you to tell me what you want, Alastor.” Lucifer leaned into whisper that last sentence into Alastor’s adorably fuzzy ear.
“You, Lucifer! In exchange for myself. Don’t you want me?” Alastor squeezed his thighs tighter around Lucifer’s waist and pulled their bodies flush together again.
The trembling increased and Lucifer couldn’t tell if it was increased desire or anxiety. The thought that Alastor might be nervous was endearing. “Of course I want you. You can’t seriously doubt that I this point. I just need to make sure you still want me.”
“You don’t really think I’d reject you NOW, do you?” Alastor’s snark had returned and his trembling lessened.
Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Then I suggest we take this somewhere more comfortable.” Lucifer transported them to his bed. Even if Alastor still wasn’t quite being as forthcoming with his wants as Lucifer would like, he was sure that Alastor would appreciate Lucifer being a gentleman about this. Otherwise, he might find him a brute and never speak to him again.
Lucifer was long past pretending he wanted Alastor to never speak to him again. If they were doing this, they were definitely going to talk about it. Just, maybe not right now. Such conversations did require clear heads, after all. It was better to expel all the emotions and energy first.
Lucifer unhooked Alastor’s legs from around his waist and allowed them to fall open to either side. He grabbed one of his many pillows with one hand and with the other lifted Alastor’s slim waist to slide the pillow underneath. Alastor watched him with a sort of curious fascination but surprisingly allowed himself to be manhandled and positioned however Lucifer saw fit. “You’re awfully compliant.” Lucifer said it more in question rather than mockingly.
“Just wondering when you’re going to get on with it. Is all this extra rearranging really necessary?”
“Hey, if we’re going to do this, then we’re going to do it right.” Lucifer slid down and lowered his head between Alastor’s spread thighs.
“And where are you going?” Alastor lifted himself onto the backs of his elbows so he could continue to watch whatever Lucifer was up to now.
Lucifer smirked up at him before placing a kiss to the inside of his thigh. “As I said, we’re going to do this right.”
“But we already…huh!” Alastor was cut off mid-sentence with a sharp intake of breath as Lucifer’s forked tongue ventured to someplace rather unexpected. Alastor was aware of such acts involving the mouth and male anatomy like the one they’d just indulged in, and he was familiar with the joys women spoke of experiencing that particular appendage, and he was aware of the general mechanics involved between two men. However, it had not occurred to him to expect Lucifer’s tongue to lick, probe, and fully intrude what Alastor had already accessed to be the eventual destination of the main attraction of Lucifer’s body.
He wanted to speak but found no words. What does one even say to this sort of thing? He didn’t exactly like the idea of it, but he didn’t want Lucifer to stop either. Alastor found this whole ordeal strange and intrusive, but the sensations and the visuals weren’t unpleasant. He found himself completely unable to do anything but watch and feel what Lucifer was doing.
Until he felt a different and far more intense sensation as that very long, very thick, and very masterful forked tongue pushed deliberately against a particularly sensitive spot inside him. Now Alastor had also heard a thing or two about that specific part of a man’s body, as well, and he had hoped, rather than expected, to finally learn what all the fuss was about. Lucifer must have appreciated his reaction because he pulled back just long enough to shoot him a wicked smug smirk before plunging back in for another purposely direct hit.
Admittedly, Lucifer had been exploring Alastor’s body, just taking shots in the dark, mostly trying to properly prepare him, but also wanting more of Alastor’s reactions. Lucifer may know a thing or two in theory about this sort of thing, but he was in the territory of things he’d never actually put into practice before. Oh, but to see The Radio Demon spread his legs further for him and arch his back in a curve only possible for one as lithe and flexible as he, and oh to hear the wines, whimpers, and moans coming from that beautiful voice of his as he threw his head back and exposed his throat.
A throat that was still far too unmarked in Lucifer’s opinion, beneath which Alastor’s vocal cords emitted a plethora of new sounds just for Lucifer’s ears. No one else had ever heard this broadcast, and if Lucifer had anything to say about it, no one else ever would. He felt a profound possessiveness rise within him. The likes of which he’d only ever experienced when this asshole had called himself Charlie’s dad.
Of course, that was less of a possessiveness and more of a parental instinct to protect his daughter, and maybe his own defensiveness and competitiveness coming out at having his position as Charlie’s father challenged. This, however, was a powerful primal claim swelling up within him. One he did not previously believe himself capable of.
He’d never felt this way about Lilith. He’d always known she was a free spirit who, although she loved him in her own way, had never had these sorts of interests in him. He understood that her attraction was to the female anatomy and he allowed her to achieve her physical fulfillment with numerous lovers over the years without feelings of jealousy or resentment. At most he’d felt inadequate.
He tried to satisfy her urges with his desirably long, thick, textured snake tongue, but he’d never gotten the various noises and reactions from her that he was getting from Alastor. Seeing his body writhe in obvious pleasure and the sweat break out and matte his hair to his face, which was a work of art even when not lost to lust, fanned the very hungry flames withing Lucifer. Devil flames, Hell flames, flames of some unholy sin Lucifer had yet to invent, he didn’t know, but when Alastor one again threw his head back to expose his throat and the sound that escaped those lovely vocal cords was none other than Lucifer’s own ancient name ‘Helel’, something in him snapped.
His horns, wings, and tail burst forth. He withdrew his tongue to trace it lightly up Alastor’s body as he crawled back up to meet his eyes. Deep shining pools of passion filled red met intense burning scarlet. Lucifer’s clawed hand wrapped around the side and back of Alastor’s throat while his thumb rubbed the front. He applied just enough grip to demand and pulled that throat forward and upward to meet his awaiting teeth. He bit into Alastor’s throat just enough to ensure that even with Hell’s given demon abilities to heal, there’d still be a mark, maybe even a permanent scar. Lucifer hummed, satisfied at the thought of branding Alastor as his, and sucked some blood from the wound before peppering more light nips and licks to the area.
“Ah hum…,” Alastor’s voice airy as he spoke, “are you,” his breath shuddered, “marking me?”
“Mhmm.” Lucifer hummed again, low, more like a growl of ownership. “I told you I’m greedy.”
“Then what are you waiting for, Lucifer? Stake your claim.” Alastor whispered as he ran his hoof up the back of Lucifer’s calf and thigh then back down again teasingly.
“Call me like you did before, Alastor.”
“Helel,” Alastor called reverently while entangling his fingers into Lucifer’s golden locks. They met each other for what felt like a deeper kiss than the ones they’d shared thus far. Though neither were ready to acknowledge the dangerous territory this had drifted to.
Barely breaking this kiss, Lucifer braced himself over Alastor with one hand and used the other to position himself to align with Alastor in a way he hoped would be as smooth and gentle as physics would allow. He pushed in slowly and halted when Alastor showed signs of pain.
Alastor’s grip tightened, one hand still in Lucifer’s hair and the other carving fresh grooves into his shoulder blade. When Lucifer halted Alastor attempted to slide down to force him to continue. “Don’t stop.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s supposed to hurt, isn’t it? Especially the first time? I can take it. What do you take me for? I’m no stranger to pain.”
Lucifer sighed into Alastor’s neck. “I know you can take the pain, Alastor, but the only pain I want cause you right now is the good kind. Too much too soon will be a bad kind. So, relax and let me take this slow.” Lucifer nuzzled further into Alastor’s neck then kissed his temple and brought their foreheads together to just breathe for a moment. He then used the hand not holding himself up above Alastor to slowly reach between Alastor’s backside and the pillow he’d placed there earlier to lift Alastor and better angel his hips causing more of his length to push in.
Alastor moved is legs from the relaxed position spread to either side to once again wrap around Lucifer’s hips. He pressed his heals against Lucifer’s cheeks to force him closer and consequently even more of him inside. “Helel, make me yours.” Alastor wined needily.
That’s all it took for the last of Lucifer’s composure to slip. The possessive beast was back and very much wanted to meld their bodies entirely together such that Alastor became a part of him. The last of his inches plunged into Alastor forcing a gasp from both of them. Alastor pulled Lucifer from holding himself up hovering above him to laying atop him chest to chest. Lucifer moved the hand that had been holding himself up to bring it up to cup Alastor’s head and brace himself on his forearm to keep from completely laying his full weight on Alastor. He slid his other hand beneath Alastor’s shoulders such that Lucifer was now embracing him.
They held each other like that until their breaths returned to them and arousal reminded them of is presence. Lucifer rolled his hips experimentally and Alastor in response let out the most beautiful noise Lucifer had heard all night. With that, he needed no further encouragement. He began chasing those noises from Alastor.
Alastor had only expected pain, which he would have willingly endured just to see Lucifer like this, above him in full display of his devil features and all his ethereal beauty and power, chanting and growling Alastor’s name like it was some sort of ancient blessing and curse. To his most pleasant surprise, the initial discomfort of having so much of Lucifer invade so little of an opening on his own body had quickly dissipated and morphed into a building reservoir of extremely enjoyable sensations.
A reservoir which was beginning to overflow, and Alastor felt the dam bursting within him as a wave of release poured itself out onto his and Lucifer’s stomachs. His body spasmed and tightened around Lucifer, who once again halted his movements for the sake of Alastor’s comfort. Though, this time it took a great deal of restraint. Alastor smirked contentedly up at Lucifer and rasped out, “your turn.”
Lucifer understood immediately what it was, an order for him to keep going. In all honestly he was so close himself that it had taken all of his willpower to pause, but he’d been determined not to be an inconsiderate partner. Even now, Alastor was still moving with him, to meet him, and although his voice had gotten rough and hoarse, it was still maddening to hear all the notes Lucifer could elicit from it. So much so that it finally brought Lucifer to ruin much like the trumpets that brought down the walls of Jericho. And, like Jericho, Lucifer collapsed right into the awaiting arms and heaving chest of the demon below him. “Well…” Lucifer also heaved, “that was something.”
“Eloquent as ever, I see.”
Oh great, the snark was back. Well, Lucifer had expected it. What he didn’t expect was for Alastor to still be holding him. He hadn’t expected Alastor to hold him at all, and certainly not as gentle as it was. Yet, also quite firm. It was as though he didn’t want Lucifer to suddenly disappear. Actually, Lucifer had been sure Alastor would be the one to disappear, just melt into his shadows and leave Lucifer to deal with the fallout of what they just became.
Not that he was complaining about any of what just happened. Lucifer just didn’t want to be the only one acknowledging it. “We’re going to have to talk about it, you know?”
“In the morning. I’m afraid I’m quite incapable of comprehensive conversation at presence.”
“Psh, yet you’re still able to talk like that.”
“Like what?”
“Oh, never mind.” Lucifer mustered up he strength to lift and removed himself from Alastor carefully and lay down besides him. “So…uh…how are you feeling?”
“Perfectly fine, Lucifer.” Alastor said with a bit of annoyance. Did he think he was made of glass?
“Just…fine? That’s it?”
“Oh! I see! You’re fishing for a performance review.”
“What? No…well…yes…sort of, in a manner of speaking, but not…uhg, “Lucifer put his arm over his eyes in a dramatic fashion, “I just want to make sure you’re okay, and, well yes, I admit, I would like to know if you found the experience to be…nice?”
“Were your ears not working? Or have you gone deaf in your old age? I should think my…” Alastor turned his head away, “words of encouragement throughout were review enough.” Alastor was well aware of the state of unholy abandon he’d allowed himself to relinquish his faculties too.
“Are you referring to those praises you bestowed upon me with such a blissfully excited voice? You seemed awfully satisfied.” Lucifer couldn’t help but tease him a little. He was being a snot about Lucifer checking on his well-being and now he was shy about his loss of composure? Honestly it was hard not to find it cute.
“And you?”
“Come again?”
“Sorry. Fresh out.”
Lucifer practically choked on his own bewilderment. “I meant for you to repeat your question!” Well, at least the guy was back to puns.
“I knew what you meant. I suppose I just couldn’t resist.” It may have been another crude innuendo, but the awkwardness was lifting.
“Well, I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean. ‘And me’ what?”
“Are you satisfied?”
Oh. Right. Lucifer had almost forgotten the real weight to all of this. Lucifer had taken Alastor’s first time. Technically, Alastor had taken his too, but Alastor didn’t know that just yet. They had sort of agreed to talk about things in the morning, but some conversations needed to happen now. “If you’re asking if I’m satiated for the moment, I am. If you’re asking if I’m fully satiated, I don’t think I could ever get enough of you, your voice, everything. Why do you think I was, as you put it, ‘asking for a performance review’? I was trying to ask if this is something you think you might like to try again…maybe make a habit of?” Lucifer said the last part without bothering to hide that he was hopeful.
“The act itself? Sure. The new form of bickering, competing, fighting, whatever you want to call it, and the build up? Most definitely. The mess afterwards? I don’t suppose you could, as you say, alakazam us clean again?”
“Oh! Sure! No problem!” Lucifer magicked them and the bed clean with a flick of his wrist. “How’s that?”
“No clothes?”
“Well…I was kind of hoping you’d sleep here with me?” Lucifer moved the covers up over them and searched Alastor’s face for a reaction.
“Just because I agree to stay, doesn’t mean I agree to sleep in the nude.” With that, Alastor summoned his nightgown and sleep cap from the shadows.
Lucifer wanted to comment on his choice of sleeping attire, which was a long burgundy nightgown with yellow stripes and a matching burgundy sleeping cap with yellow pompom, the sort of thing a Scrooge like character might wear, but Alastor was staying! Although he did sometimes act like a Scrooge, Alastor was currently in his bed, in his arms. Hell still raged on beyond the quieting wards surrounding his room, and there would be so much to talk about in the morning, but for now at least, Lucifer had found his peace in the quiet breathing and fluctuating static of Alastor, The Radio Demon, asleep in arms.
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