Oh, this was a sight. The king of hell wearing such a blissful expression, such an embarrassed one, it was a special sight he'd have all to himself from now until Lucifer tired of him.

The extra sloppiness in the kiss was so fascinating, the hot breath in between whimpers and panting, it was like the situation completely flipped from Alastor being the clumsy and inexperienced one. He still was learning, but seeing Lucifer orgasm from his efforts, basically in his lap...

Seems like his body wasn't completely devoid of feeling desire. Alastor ignored it, focusing on making sure Lucifer was held comfortably, lowered back into sitting as the tentacles slithered out. Alastor wrapped his arms around the small of Lucifer's back to replace that removed warmth, letting the man catch his breath, lean against him or sit upright, whatever he preferred while Alastor basked in the sight.