His tail was waving as he leaned into the touch, eyes hooded and full-on entranced.
Perhaps he was purring, all cocooned up in such delightful touch and attention that he didn't want to end. He practically had little hearts popping away.
This was in his wheelhouse. Thriving.
"Not just tonight, if you want. I can cancel everything, every meeting..." He set his hands to (gently) run up and down his front.
"Promises, promises..." Alastor chided gently, though he didn't mind the touch on his chest. Lucifer would feel it was far, far less tense than before - no surprise, given how much relief pulling the blessing from Adam's weapon had brought.
He was tantalizingly close. They could kiss, with how Alastor was cradling the man's face... but he drew it out instead, rubbing his thumbs in circles to trace the cute red blots on Lucifer's cheeks.
"We could have funny little games with meetings... ones where I could whisper in a way only you can hear it. Say things for your ears only," Alastor purred, smiling in a surprisingly gentle way at Lucifer. "Something subtle, to see you squirm with anticipation for the meeting to end... or we could attend that Goetia event, where I can lay on your lap and whisper in your ear. Who could possibly tell you no?"
There, he's been patient enough - Alastor rewards patience with a kiss, paying close mind to every twitch and exhale to study the king's reaction, to store it away as a trophy.
Nobody... nobody would. Oh, but the mental image of fighting, of using every ounce of his will to keep his composure as he was teased mercilessly with promises of so many things once the meeting was over was making him squirm a little bit.
These were things he also hadn't had in far, far too long. To feel anticipation again, to feel so bunched up and wanting to explode...
"You torment me..." Was the King of Hell... short of breath?
But who knew torture better than the Overlords, eh? He moaned into the kiss, body just short of catching fire, as he felt wound around a finger.
"Imagine the torment once I actually learn these things," Alastor chuckled. If his voice and simple touch did so much, they ought to help make the rest go more easily, he supposes. There's no intuitive guide... but Alastor found himself willing to learn.
"All the myriad ways to experiment... like dancing one's fingers over the keys of the piano, tickling them to create a new tune..."
There's a little pause - Alastor had been reflecting on their moments together. There were the obvious ones, like Lucifer getting flustered about Alastor talking about eating him, or licking his cut finger, or even being given a squeaky duck after a nightmare.
But that cheshire grin grew a little as a memory connected to his understanding.
"Why... now that I think about it, you made quite the expression when I detangled you using the tendrils."
It was hard not to relax and just soak up the pleasant touch, enjoying warm fingers caressing his ears so, so nicely. Alastor's eyes fluttered shut for a bit before he opened one to peek at Lucifer.
He'd started the day out quite roughly, buuuut... right now, the man looked quite happy. Relaxed.
Well weeeeell... if Lucifer's so eager, why not indulge him a little right now? That sounds fun.
Without much warning, tendrils are summoned silently, slipping up the back of Lucifer's shirt and writhing underneath the fabric as they coiled around him like snakes. Alastor's hands idly pulled back and he leaned his chin on his palm, like a man kicking back to enjoy a show.
"And miss that yelp of surprise? Not on your life~!" Alastor cheerfully chirped, chuckling in amusement. He watched as if relaxed, focused on moving the tendrils...
He couldn't feel much through them, but he didn't need to. He was fascinated, having them clumsily feel at every inch of skin. Lucifer was warm in his lap, and those faces and shivers are SO good.
But even the clumsiest of movement was enough to get him squirming a bit, eyes closed as he tried to articulate something, anything at all. Curse at him? No... no it was beyond the time for that.
"L-little harder... little slower..." He managed to get that out between breaths. Definitely not what he had in mind! But... but it was fine.
A little harder, a little slower, got it. One wrapped all the way around, squeezing like a snake as the other pressed and slid along Lucifer's side, teasing at his belt.
"Such a sight, indeed... don't forget our safe word~" Alastor said cheerfully, staring with no awareness of just how soft his gaze was getting. All he was thinking was how cute Lucifer was, flustered and marigold like this, embarrassed but eager.
He nodded, a minute gesture. Pie-thingy. He had to remember pie-thingy.
His tail snaked its way around the other man's waist, an anchor as the touch firmed and slowed. But there was a touch at his belt and it had him squirming again, give a short huff under his breath.
"Y-y'know, a king... should be casting down a punishment for... for torture..." He just opened an eye, only a peek, to look at him.
Only a peek? Hoh. Alastor tilted that chin with the lightest touch from his finger as the tendril wriggled under and lower, down the belly that was coiling heat, feeling and exploring in tantalizing touches.
"Oh, you ought to be proud. If you could see yourself right now, you would be," Alastor purred, enjoying the grip of the tail around his own waist. Alastor was feeling a little bit of heat, himself, but he was far too fixated on Lucifer himself.
The tilt had his eyes flutter open, but they were more than a little unfocused.
Would he be proud...? He wasn't sure. But he sure was a sight, sweating a little and fighting to keep himself still. He was failing. These touches were foreign, strangely soft and somehow slick without being slimy, and seemed to be touching everywhere all at once. They were better than hands...
His stomach knotted, jumped under the touch. His legs were trembling in their attempt to maintain their composure. But his hands blindly moved for the hem of Alastor's shirt, felt around.
No, he had to... he had to return the favor... surely it can't all just be him...!
Alastor's chest was still bare, but he didn't quite mind. The deer chuckled at that expression, that hurried look.
"Ah ah ah," he chided gently, a third tendril manifesting from behind Alastor to gently but firmly wrapping around Lucifer's wrists. Could the king tear the offending shadow apart with ease? Of course. But Lucifer always plays along, doesn't he?
"I'm paying attention to you. This is all about you, sha," Alastor purred in a teasing but low tone. He wasn't ready to get touched. And he had a sneaking suspicion Lucifer was rarely made the sole focus of attention like this... funny in its own right. "You're glowing, a charming shade of goldenrod... like a little sunflower," Alastor drawled, pinching Lucifer's cheek playfully even as the tendrils moved so luridly, gently squeezing and pulsing and roaming around under Lucifer's clothes with supernatural ease.
He really could. But the shadowy limb wound around his wrists and it snapped his eyes to focus, turned them to his. He briefly tested the binding with a little twist and felt his heart flutter.
Oh, he missed this.
But he puffed his cheeks at him for being chided, despite his eyes fogging over with an unambiguous need. His hands withdrew from where they'd touched him, instead bunched into calm fists and tucked against his chest.
The Council up above, and so much of Hell hardly focused on him, or even paid him heed at all. Most of it was his own fault. But to be like this had changed him entirely; his horns had budded in contrast to his position.
Who's the sunflower? He was the Most Hated Being-
Lucifer's body jumped, a brief and hardly-stifled moan leaving him. Was Alastor sure he was still figuring things out? ...Or was he just a fast learner...?
"I-I bet you say that to everybody," he managed, though his legs eased further apart, his arms lifted a little help make himself comfortable but give so much more room and opportunity to the tendrils.
"Only you, Lucifer," Alastor replied simply, smoothly. He saw how Lucifer was shifting and tried to accommodate and anticipate what the man wanted. More touch? Maybe a little more pressure... Alastor was careful not to squeeze anywhere too hard, for all he knows the man might bruise like a peach!
"Many people have wanted or even demanded this of me, but only you are seeing it," he added. Vox had wanted it so badly, had professed affections, had been obsessive, pleaded with him - but it just wasn't meant to be. There was a vindictive little satisfaction that he was giving this sort of treatment to someone on his own initiative, and that they were playing along and obeying him.
What a good little king. It made him cuter.
"Do tell if I'm going too hard or too gently," Alastor reminded. He could sense the heat building, the subtle start of sweating on Lucifer's skin, but he still had no idea how he was doing in the grand scheme of this act.
Only... only him, huh...? But what about... about...
Wait, he was... he needed to talk...
"Y-you pick up fast," he groaned, voice husky. "Lefty-tentacle there is on the... thighs... I like touches on the thighs... gentle..."
He'd thought about all the places he liked all the time, but hardly would ever speak of them. To list what he liked and where was enough to heat up his face further.
The king shut his eyes and leaned his chin into the touch further. His breaths were heavy, shallow as he was squirming, driving up just a little more friction.
"Tight on wrists is... is... f-fine... chest can take- take it...!" He grit his teeth, growled. His body was moving on its own, practically riding the tendrils. What was thinking? Thoughts? Brain...
Melting...
"Gonna lose it," he hissed, and his body was feeling bunched, rigid. It desperately ached for release.
Gentle on the thighs. Firm on the wrists. Chest can be tight, but not too tight, not a pleasure point inherently? Alastor listened carefully, finally leaning closer after Lucifer mewled that he was close.
His voice was pretty, in a hiss like that...
The tentacles shifted their grip. Loose on the thighs, but still splaying them a bit. Holding the chest up, secure, so Lucifer could be completely boneless without holding up his own weight. Pulling his wrists down, all so Alastor could cup Lucifer's cheeks with his hands, bring them together in a soft kiss. He's only done them a few times, but Lucifer seemed to love them - and Alastor would be lying if he said he didn't like it either. The tendrils pulsing all around Lucifer's body, but paid special attention to that arousal, coiling around it to engulf it in darkness and warmth as it tried to coax release from him.
It was out before he could swallow it back. There was something in his pride that wanted to stifle it, hide that, rather than be a silly king who lost his marbles in living bondage.
But they coiled all around him and felt exquisitely soft and hot. The kiss he returned was messy and almost desperate, a product of a man teetering on that sweet edge, wordlessly begging to be put out of his misery.
It tore through him. The move to hold him just so paid off as his back sharply arched, his outcry hoarse and breathless. He shuddered as he came, body tingling as his mind spun off into god-knows-where.
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.
He didn't have the faculties to protest as the tentacles removed themselves, but he was all but boneless for it.
His body thrumming from climax, he sank forward and against Alastor, his tail falling limp on the floor. When depression sapped your libido, sapped any real urge to relieve yourself, and having an orgasm after... fuck... decades...
He was glad his shoes didn't pop off or something.
"Green flag... 'm green-flagging... that. Fuckin'... loved that..." So dreamy in tone, and it was coupled by far less sloppy kisses against his neck.
Adorable! Alastor squeezed him in a hug - if the damn thing was free, his tail would probably be waggling. His pride was glowing - he'd gotten the king like this, he'd succeeded his first attempt, hoh! And what a reward he'd gotten for it, the king adorably boneless and comfortably warm against him, pressing soft kisses to his neck.
Alastor's hands were clean, funny enough, so there was no foulness in petting Lucifer's blond hair as he slumped cozily against him.
He could practically taste it in the air like Bee could. Alastor was damn proud of what he'd done, and Lucifer's brain was too foggy to really chide him for it.
But why should he...? That was amazing and he felt like an entire dish of softened butter. Despite that, he had the faculties to tip his head into that touch through his hair.
"Mmm... you'd tell me if you wanted a turn, wouldn't you...?"
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Perhaps he was purring, all cocooned up in such delightful touch and attention that he didn't want to end. He practically had little hearts popping away.
This was in his wheelhouse. Thriving.
"Not just tonight, if you want. I can cancel everything, every meeting..." He set his hands to (gently) run up and down his front.
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He was tantalizingly close. They could kiss, with how Alastor was cradling the man's face... but he drew it out instead, rubbing his thumbs in circles to trace the cute red blots on Lucifer's cheeks.
"We could have funny little games with meetings... ones where I could whisper in a way only you can hear it. Say things for your ears only," Alastor purred, smiling in a surprisingly gentle way at Lucifer. "Something subtle, to see you squirm with anticipation for the meeting to end... or we could attend that Goetia event, where I can lay on your lap and whisper in your ear. Who could possibly tell you no?"
There, he's been patient enough - Alastor rewards patience with a kiss, paying close mind to every twitch and exhale to study the king's reaction, to store it away as a trophy.
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These were things he also hadn't had in far, far too long. To feel anticipation again, to feel so bunched up and wanting to explode...
"You torment me..." Was the King of Hell... short of breath?
But who knew torture better than the Overlords, eh? He moaned into the kiss, body just short of catching fire, as he felt wound around a finger.
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"All the myriad ways to experiment... like dancing one's fingers over the keys of the piano, tickling them to create a new tune..."
There's a little pause - Alastor had been reflecting on their moments together. There were the obvious ones, like Lucifer getting flustered about Alastor talking about eating him, or licking his cut finger, or even being given a squeaky duck after a nightmare.
But that cheshire grin grew a little as a memory connected to his understanding.
"Why... now that I think about it, you made quite the expression when I detangled you using the tendrils."
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"Can't blame me~ It's not every day that you get... 'tendril'd'. But I didn't expect them to be so warm, so... soft. So precise."
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He'd started the day out quite roughly, buuuut... right now, the man looked quite happy. Relaxed.
"We can always play with them, hmm?"
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Ahem.
"Yes, yes, I'd like that."
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Without much warning, tendrils are summoned silently, slipping up the back of Lucifer's shirt and writhing underneath the fabric as they coiled around him like snakes. Alastor's hands idly pulled back and he leaned his chin on his palm, like a man kicking back to enjoy a show.
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Once the initial shock faded and he looked down, the spell momentarily snapped from his eyes, he recognized... oh... the, uh...
The, uh. Tendrils. Yep. Those su-hu-huuuuuure-
The color sharply rose in his face. It wasn't just a touch over his outfit, but they'd just slipped right in completely, touched bare skin.
Alastor was rewarded with a shiver, a stumbling breath.
"Y-you maybe wanna warn a guy next time...!?"
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He couldn't feel much through them, but he didn't need to. He was fascinated, having them clumsily feel at every inch of skin. Lucifer was warm in his lap, and those faces and shivers are SO good.
"Charming~"
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But even the clumsiest of movement was enough to get him squirming a bit, eyes closed as he tried to articulate something, anything at all. Curse at him? No... no it was beyond the time for that.
"L-little harder... little slower..." He managed to get that out between breaths. Definitely not what he had in mind! But... but it was fine.
These were some good shadowy, creepy tendrils...
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"Such a sight, indeed... don't forget our safe word~" Alastor said cheerfully, staring with no awareness of just how soft his gaze was getting. All he was thinking was how cute Lucifer was, flustered and marigold like this, embarrassed but eager.
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His tail snaked its way around the other man's waist, an anchor as the touch firmed and slowed. But there was a touch at his belt and it had him squirming again, give a short huff under his breath.
"Y-y'know, a king... should be casting down a punishment for... for torture..." He just opened an eye, only a peek, to look at him.
"But I pride myself... on my resilience..."
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"Oh, you ought to be proud. If you could see yourself right now, you would be," Alastor purred, enjoying the grip of the tail around his own waist. Alastor was feeling a little bit of heat, himself, but he was far too fixated on Lucifer himself.
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Would he be proud...? He wasn't sure. But he sure was a sight, sweating a little and fighting to keep himself still. He was failing. These touches were foreign, strangely soft and somehow slick without being slimy, and seemed to be touching everywhere all at once. They were better than hands...
His stomach knotted, jumped under the touch. His legs were trembling in their attempt to maintain their composure. But his hands blindly moved for the hem of Alastor's shirt, felt around.
No, he had to... he had to return the favor... surely it can't all just be him...!
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"Ah ah ah," he chided gently, a third tendril manifesting from behind Alastor to gently but firmly wrapping around Lucifer's wrists. Could the king tear the offending shadow apart with ease? Of course. But Lucifer always plays along, doesn't he?
"I'm paying attention to you. This is all about you, sha," Alastor purred in a teasing but low tone. He wasn't ready to get touched. And he had a sneaking suspicion Lucifer was rarely made the sole focus of attention like this... funny in its own right. "You're glowing, a charming shade of goldenrod... like a little sunflower," Alastor drawled, pinching Lucifer's cheek playfully even as the tendrils moved so luridly, gently squeezing and pulsing and roaming around under Lucifer's clothes with supernatural ease.
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Oh, he missed this.
But he puffed his cheeks at him for being chided, despite his eyes fogging over with an unambiguous need. His hands withdrew from where they'd touched him, instead bunched into calm fists and tucked against his chest.
The Council up above, and so much of Hell hardly focused on him, or even paid him heed at all. Most of it was his own fault. But to be like this had changed him entirely; his horns had budded in contrast to his position.
Who's the sunflower? He was the Most Hated Being-
Lucifer's body jumped, a brief and hardly-stifled moan leaving him. Was Alastor sure he was still figuring things out? ...Or was he just a fast learner...?
"I-I bet you say that to everybody," he managed, though his legs eased further apart, his arms lifted a little help make himself comfortable but give so much more room and opportunity to the tendrils.
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"Many people have wanted or even demanded this of me, but only you are seeing it," he added. Vox had wanted it so badly, had professed affections, had been obsessive, pleaded with him - but it just wasn't meant to be. There was a vindictive little satisfaction that he was giving this sort of treatment to someone on his own initiative, and that they were playing along and obeying him.
What a good little king. It made him cuter.
"Do tell if I'm going too hard or too gently," Alastor reminded. He could sense the heat building, the subtle start of sweating on Lucifer's skin, but he still had no idea how he was doing in the grand scheme of this act.
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Wait, he was... he needed to talk...
"Y-you pick up fast," he groaned, voice husky. "Lefty-tentacle there is on the... thighs... I like touches on the thighs... gentle..."
He'd thought about all the places he liked all the time, but hardly would ever speak of them. To list what he liked and where was enough to heat up his face further.
The king shut his eyes and leaned his chin into the touch further. His breaths were heavy, shallow as he was squirming, driving up just a little more friction.
"Tight on wrists is... is... f-fine... chest can take- take it...!" He grit his teeth, growled. His body was moving on its own, practically riding the tendrils. What was thinking? Thoughts? Brain...
Melting...
"Gonna lose it," he hissed, and his body was feeling bunched, rigid. It desperately ached for release.
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His voice was pretty, in a hiss like that...
The tentacles shifted their grip. Loose on the thighs, but still splaying them a bit. Holding the chest up, secure, so Lucifer could be completely boneless without holding up his own weight. Pulling his wrists down, all so Alastor could cup Lucifer's cheeks with his hands, bring them together in a soft kiss. He's only done them a few times, but Lucifer seemed to love them - and Alastor would be lying if he said he didn't like it either. The tendrils pulsing all around Lucifer's body, but paid special attention to that arousal, coiling around it to engulf it in darkness and warmth as it tried to coax release from him.
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But they coiled all around him and felt exquisitely soft and hot. The kiss he returned was messy and almost desperate, a product of a man teetering on that sweet edge, wordlessly begging to be put out of his misery.
It tore through him. The move to hold him just so paid off as his back sharply arched, his outcry hoarse and breathless. He shuddered as he came, body tingling as his mind spun off into god-knows-where.
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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.
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His body thrumming from climax, he sank forward and against Alastor, his tail falling limp on the floor. When depression sapped your libido, sapped any real urge to relieve yourself, and having an orgasm after... fuck... decades...
He was glad his shoes didn't pop off or something.
"Green flag... 'm green-flagging... that. Fuckin'... loved that..." So dreamy in tone, and it was coupled by far less sloppy kisses against his neck.
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Alastor's hands were clean, funny enough, so there was no foulness in petting Lucifer's blond hair as he slumped cozily against him.
"Lovely~"
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But why should he...? That was amazing and he felt like an entire dish of softened butter. Despite that, he had the faculties to tip his head into that touch through his hair.
"Mmm... you'd tell me if you wanted a turn, wouldn't you...?"
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