"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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"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."