"You may be able to shapeshift into a bear, but to me, your bones will always be hollow," Alastor teased, giving Lucifer a playful hip-check. Small, white, like a duck - until he bares those fangs, then he's all serpent.
From the bump and now the name, Lucifer came to a stop. His heel gave a firm tap against the floor, and with a flash of pressure, a spark in the air, the nearest door flew open.
Alastor stopped in his tracks, staring at Lucifer after glancing at the door, his smirk growing larger and larger.
Well then...
The simple command of it was electric, made his fur stand on end under his clothes. Part of him wanted to obey, to see what reward or 'punishment' awaited him. Another part of him whispered in his mind to run, to make Lucifer chase him and subdue him.
It takes a few seconds for those warring sides to settle, fighting over pros and cons silently, internally, until finally Alastor walked into the room as he was bade.
Lucifer would not repeat himself, but only watched. Waited.
When Alastor was on the move, Lucifer was close behind. Good boy.
The door was shut behind them.
"Sit." Gently spoken. The bed was made and neat. In the silence, there was the ticking of a clock on the wall, but there was something whipping in the air.
Forgive him. His tail liked to be restless sometimes.
The cockatrice tail out and about already! Well well... he was in for some venom soon. Not that Alastor minded - he sat as ordered and crossed his legs casually, hiding his thrumming heartbeat with a placid smile.
"Oh my - the second dress-down of the day, I see," he joked lightly, grin widening, "Morningstars are truly ruthless."
He crossed the room. "You thought to embarrass me in front of my daughter, and that's a line I won't have you cross without making it abundantly clear of something:"
His wings unfurled as he climbed into the bed, straddled Alastor's lap.
"You..."
A hand went to his chest, pressed firm to ease him back. The passive expression cooled as the gold of his eyes heated.
"...Are a hypocrite."
His fingers closed at his bow tie, worked it loose. He could hear the Sinner's heartbeat. Let's keep it high.
"What's that phrase again? That one about glass houses...?"
Alastor resisted, but... not enough to actually stop from being pushed back on the bed. Just enough to be stubborn. His heart hammered, filled with excitement, skin bursting into goosebumps from hearing that authoritative tone.
"...Hah! Well. You certainly didn't take the opportunity to make an accusation of your own," Alastor laughed to defend himself, swallowing a bit at his tie coming loose. "I see you prefer this kind of punishment?"
"I prefer to reserve the spectacle for the center of my focus," he hissed playfully, worked a few buttons undone.
"They are the one that need to learn a lesson. Why should anyone else get to have the pleasure of the spectacle... when it can instead just be mine?"
He snapped his fingers. In a slender strip of gold, rope came to life, shimmered, then dulled. For his smaller body, he had the strength to move Alastor however he wanted. Yet there was a care... a restraint.
But the touch was still firm as he took those arms and moved them overhead against the sheets, and the rope slithered like a snake to neatly bind the wrists together. Their size difference demanded that he lean in close to move those arms of his, which granted him the opportunity to ease against a fluffy ear:
"HAH!" Alastor let out an unsteady laugh at that. Right! The safe word. He glanced up at the rope binding his arms, tugging, feeling at it... snug, but he could free himself. His heart was pounding, but that didn't quite feel like... fear?
"You've got me tied up like a common harlot," he trilled lightly, recalling Angel's appearances in pornography, and... did he look that way to the king? That sort of thing stung his pride, made his stomach twist a bit - but again, he didn't feel cornered.
The rope, the embarrassment, it was all paper-thin to him. And with a single word, he could stop it all.
...This was fine, actually. After some unease, the anxiety released his chest, let him breathe and take in the scent of Lucifer and the tone of his voice. It was comforting. If it was Lucifer, well, the man had already seen his flesh and bone - what more was this little bit of embarrassment?
"Such simple tastes!" he teased instead, his heart getting back to a manageable racing pace, his eyelids lowering into a playful gaze. "So pedestrian, how silly~"
The Devil couldn't help but admire the look of him. Such a pleasure... why, he could feel a little tingle.
"Please. I don't dally with common harlots. But I sure caught myself a prize instead, haven't I...?" He reached for and caught Alastor's chin, traced a thumb against a cheek. The Sin's gaze was hungry.
"The infamous Radio Demon, bothered. Wriggling."
He kept his hold, kept his gaze directed at him. But his other hand idly toyed with that wonderful bit of chest fluff...
Despite himself, despite his perception of himself, Alastor inhaled a shaky breath at the feeling of fingers running through his chest fur.
The infamous Radio Demon.
Alastor didn't overtly flex his title or his reputation - he wanted it to speak for itself. Still, there was no expectation that the king would see him any different than another Sinner - something about hearing his title, being seen and acknowledged was...
Well, his body spoke for itself. Fur stood on end, pleasure coiling and warming in his belly, blood starting to run hotter than ever.
Recognized as powerful, but still bound and captured by the king himself.
"What a trophy, to have captured me - I suppose that does make you formidable," Alastor said, following it with a laugh at how breathy his own voice sounded. Hah! He'd never sounded so... so like that before. "And you're surprising that demon with every passing minute."
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"Is that the goal for today~? You wanna poke this bear, Bambi? Because the coffee can always wait."
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"My silly cockatrice~"
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A presently unoccupied room.
"In." Calm. Quiet.
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Well then...
The simple command of it was electric, made his fur stand on end under his clothes. Part of him wanted to obey, to see what reward or 'punishment' awaited him. Another part of him whispered in his mind to run, to make Lucifer chase him and subdue him.
It takes a few seconds for those warring sides to settle, fighting over pros and cons silently, internally, until finally Alastor walked into the room as he was bade.
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When Alastor was on the move, Lucifer was close behind. Good boy.
The door was shut behind them.
"Sit." Gently spoken. The bed was made and neat. In the silence, there was the ticking of a clock on the wall, but there was something whipping in the air.
Forgive him. His tail liked to be restless sometimes.
"Let's have a little chat about bullying, Bambi."
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"Oh my - the second dress-down of the day, I see," he joked lightly, grin widening, "Morningstars are truly ruthless."
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He crossed the room. "You thought to embarrass me in front of my daughter, and that's a line I won't have you cross without making it abundantly clear of something:"
His wings unfurled as he climbed into the bed, straddled Alastor's lap.
"You..."
A hand went to his chest, pressed firm to ease him back. The passive expression cooled as the gold of his eyes heated.
"...Are a hypocrite."
His fingers closed at his bow tie, worked it loose. He could hear the Sinner's heartbeat. Let's keep it high.
"What's that phrase again? That one about glass houses...?"
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"...Hah! Well. You certainly didn't take the opportunity to make an accusation of your own," Alastor laughed to defend himself, swallowing a bit at his tie coming loose. "I see you prefer this kind of punishment?"
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"They are the one that need to learn a lesson. Why should anyone else get to have the pleasure of the spectacle... when it can instead just be mine?"
He snapped his fingers. In a slender strip of gold, rope came to life, shimmered, then dulled. For his smaller body, he had the strength to move Alastor however he wanted. Yet there was a care... a restraint.
But the touch was still firm as he took those arms and moved them overhead against the sheets, and the rope slithered like a snake to neatly bind the wrists together. Their size difference demanded that he lean in close to move those arms of his, which granted him the opportunity to ease against a fluffy ear:
"It's your turn to keep the word in mind."
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"You've got me tied up like a common harlot," he trilled lightly, recalling Angel's appearances in pornography, and... did he look that way to the king? That sort of thing stung his pride, made his stomach twist a bit - but again, he didn't feel cornered.
The rope, the embarrassment, it was all paper-thin to him. And with a single word, he could stop it all.
...This was fine, actually. After some unease, the anxiety released his chest, let him breathe and take in the scent of Lucifer and the tone of his voice. It was comforting. If it was Lucifer, well, the man had already seen his flesh and bone - what more was this little bit of embarrassment?
"Such simple tastes!" he teased instead, his heart getting back to a manageable racing pace, his eyelids lowering into a playful gaze. "So pedestrian, how silly~"
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"Please. I don't dally with common harlots. But I sure caught myself a prize instead, haven't I...?" He reached for and caught Alastor's chin, traced a thumb against a cheek. The Sin's gaze was hungry.
"The infamous Radio Demon, bothered. Wriggling."
He kept his hold, kept his gaze directed at him. But his other hand idly toyed with that wonderful bit of chest fluff...
"I could watch you like this all day..."
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The infamous Radio Demon.
Alastor didn't overtly flex his title or his reputation - he wanted it to speak for itself. Still, there was no expectation that the king would see him any different than another Sinner - something about hearing his title, being seen and acknowledged was...
Well, his body spoke for itself. Fur stood on end, pleasure coiling and warming in his belly, blood starting to run hotter than ever.
Recognized as powerful, but still bound and captured by the king himself.
"What a trophy, to have captured me - I suppose that does make you formidable," Alastor said, following it with a laugh at how breathy his own voice sounded. Hah! He'd never sounded so... so like that before. "And you're surprising that demon with every passing minute."