One lap. Two. Lucifer sputtered a bit from the licks, chuckling, the message loud and clear if the way he was pounding was any indication.

The steadily lifting high in his body was seized, hooked, and dragged so much faster and scattered his thoughts. The devil himself was left shivering, shamelessly wiggling away to angle himself in such a way to take the other demon as deeply as he possibly could. That last climax was warm upon his thighs, finding itself with nowhere else to go when so much had been put inside already-

Yet it never stopped him from nuzzling as best as he could, keeping the buck at his neck. A snack, some extra little nibbles, a treat just for him as wordless gratitude for giving him what he wanted, what he needed.

The spade of his tail tapped the small of Alastor's back as Lucifer's breaths were ragged. Close again. Close again, don't stop-