He shouldn't be thriving, like a man dying of thirst getting his first drink, yet a shift in hold had his mind sailing as Alastor helped himself.

But then the demon slowed and Lucifer wondered if something was the matter. Was Al holding back? He wasn't delicate, damn it! His grip loosened, offered a shoulder a pat, informed that things were still okay-

Then that tongue decided to come into play. Warmth breath washed over dampened skin, coupled with that precise touch over an aching mark. The king's breath shallowed, quickened as an unexpected and sharp zing worked its way up his back. It was a feeling he knew, one he equated with... with...

Son of a bitch. This really was turning him on, wasn't it??

His sigh of resignation left his lips at a mild steam as he felt himself heating up. As Alastor's grip had firmed, Lucifer's tail had wound around the radio demon's thigh, trembled.

"Don't... don't stop..."