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...?"
For now, he was content. His arousal would wane and right now, he was much more pleased to have the closeness. Though Alastor had to give a little chuckle.
"The deer hair isn't too unpleasant?" he asked in interest - Lucifer was cuddled up so happily against his bare chest, against the fluff.
God, he was weak to terms of endearment. His tail spade thumping against the floor, he nodded. Okay... he'll trust you to speak up on things you want, Bambi. It won't do to neglect yourself or even deny a curiosity.
But with the question, Lucifer turned his face to bury it in fluff. "Are you kidding...?? You're so fluffy... it's lovely..."
Alastor chuckled at that. He'd always felt the fur was so... animalistic, he never quite liked it. He usually could put it out of his mind, it all dressed up normally after all. But for once, Alastor found he didn't mind it.
"It does cause one to run out of shampoo much quicker."
"Enjoy it in private, because I have no intention of giving anyone else a chance to look~"
He much preferred being dressed to impress. To leave an impression. The fact that he was willing to share even a little bit of himself with Lucifer of all people was new, even to him.
...Then again, that just has him thinking of getting his flesh torn out and exposed. Hmmm. Yes, that might have been what gave him the feeling that it might not be so bad being exposed around Lucifer in private.
He let his eyes turn to soft red embers as he peered up from his comfy nestling spot. His claws set gently against Alastor's back, but there was every little threat that he could always grip tighter if need be.
His tail whipped behind him. Something smoldered in him.
"Oho... I have no intention of sharing, Alastor. If any know what's good for them, they would know not to test me."
Oh. Oh, that sends a pleasant shiver up his spine. Alastor's grin and eyes widened, pupils dilating - he likes that a lot.
Mama help him, his heart's never beaten this fast for someone before.
"...Hah! Then we're on the same page," Alastor laughed. That was far less suave than he'd liked, and the heat he was feeling in his cheeks didn't help. Really, he was being such a teenage boy about this!
He hardly held back the heated sigh from the touch, and reached back to run his claws down the back of his head, his neck.
After a brief touch of cheek to cheek, he moved for the dismount. Inwardly, he was damning his position. He had to be so fucking responsible now and all and do work...
But if he finished and adequately cleared his schedule enough, then he could just wrap himself right up again.
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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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For now, he was content. His arousal would wane and right now, he was much more pleased to have the closeness. Though Alastor had to give a little chuckle.
"The deer hair isn't too unpleasant?" he asked in interest - Lucifer was cuddled up so happily against his bare chest, against the fluff.
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But with the question, Lucifer turned his face to bury it in fluff. "Are you kidding...?? You're so fluffy... it's lovely..."
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"It does cause one to run out of shampoo much quicker."
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"The sacrifices we must make for beauty, my dear Bambi... the sacrifice does pay off, for you're very... pillowy." Nuzzlenuzzle.
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"Enjoy it in private, because I have no intention of giving anyone else a chance to look~"
He much preferred being dressed to impress. To leave an impression. The fact that he was willing to share even a little bit of himself with Lucifer of all people was new, even to him.
...Then again, that just has him thinking of getting his flesh torn out and exposed. Hmmm. Yes, that might have been what gave him the feeling that it might not be so bad being exposed around Lucifer in private.
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His tail whipped behind him. Something smoldered in him.
"Oho... I have no intention of sharing, Alastor. If any know what's good for them, they would know not to test me."
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Mama help him, his heart's never beaten this fast for someone before.
"...Hah! Then we're on the same page," Alastor laughed. That was far less suave than he'd liked, and the heat he was feeling in his cheeks didn't help. Really, he was being such a teenage boy about this!
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"Now, heal... for I unfortunately have obligations to attend to. But once they're through..."
He raised and kissed just beneath an ear. "I'm coming back for you. And only you."
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"I'll be tidied in no time, then. I'll have to reward you handsomely when you return~"
Alastor returned the teasing, heated kiss, this time at where Lucifer's jaw and neck met, lips teasing the tender skin.
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After a brief touch of cheek to cheek, he moved for the dismount. Inwardly, he was damning his position. He had to be so fucking responsible now and all and do work...
But if he finished and adequately cleared his schedule enough, then he could just wrap himself right up again.
Being twitterpated was suitable motivation.