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Alastor should have known it was a bad idea to change in the same room as Lucifer.
Not that they haven’t changed in front of eachother before- they’ve done that and much, much more in the past few months.
But he should’ve noted the way that Lucifer was sneaking glances as they stripped down and redressed, the way that he flushed and looked away whenever Alastor caught him, his cheeks dusted with pink.
Alastor forgets, sometimes, that his partner has needs that vary from his own. Forgets, sometimes, that little acts that seem so mundane to Alastor can be seen quite differently from another’s eyes, that an action as simple as dressing can be viewed provocatively, especially after quite a few days of dryness.
Which is how he finds himself five feet away from a rather turned on fallen angel, the two of them finishing getting dressed in their shared bedroom at the Hotel, a meeting with the other overlords of Hell just a few minutes from starting. And they haven’t even left yet.
Stupid Angels and their grooming habits. Alastor may be vain, but it’s always Lucifer that makes them late.
As he finishes tying his bow tie, he turns to look Lucifer over, nodding with approval at his pristine suit, his hair nearly combed, his cheeks slightly flushed-
Lucifer shifts rather awkwardly, and suddenly everything snaps into place for Alastor. The looks, the glances, the flushed face-
His eyes flick down to Lucifer’s crotch, immediately noting the tented fabric.
Ah. Of course. Alastor should have known.
Lucifer’s flush deepens, a small cough escaping him as he shifts again.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to- I mean, let me just… Why don’t you go downstairs and I’ll-“
Alastor tilts his head. “And why would I do that?”
Lucifer shifts his weight, his cheeks a brilliant shade of scarlet. “So that I can…” he clears his throat. “So I can take care of this.” His eyes flick down to his crotch, to the shape of his erection pressing into the fabric of his pants.
Alastor’s eyes follow his down. An idea forms in his mind as Lucifer shifts uncomfortably. Who cares if the overlords have to wait? This is far too intriguing to ignore.
Alastor’s grin grows predatorial. His eyes narrow into slits, his teeth gleaming in the dim light. Oh yes, he knows exactly what he’d like to do next. And, quite evidently, Lucifer is in the mood as well.
“Kneel.”
His voice is low, humming with static.
Lucifer’s eyes widen slightly, the flush growing on his cheeks. He knows where this is leading. Such a smart little angel.
And just like that, Lucifer sinks down to his knees. No hesitation. No defiance. The angel always seems to find it rather challenging to disobey Alastor. A thought that only makes Alastor’s grin grow.
The demon steps back and retrieves his desk chair, placing it just before Lucifer. He swiftly takes a seat, crossing his legs, his cane balanced on his lap.
The bulge in Lucifer’s pants grow considerably more noticeable as Alastor’s sneer grows wider.
“Touch yourself for me, angel.”
Lucifer’s mouth parts, a groan escaping his lips as he does as he’s told, reaching between his legs to softly palm the outline of his cock in his pants. Alastor shifts to make himself more comfortable, enjoying how quickly Lucifer’s pale cheeks grow red, his embarrassment and pleasure written so plainly on his face.
“No need to be so modest,” Alastor drawls after a few moments. “We aren’t strangers here-“ he tilts his head, his eyes gleaming. “Take your cock out.”
“Fuck,” Lucifer hisses out, his hands trembling as he begins to undo the buttons on his pants.
Alastor leans forward, studying him intently as he moves. Lucifer unzips his pants and quickly frees his throbbing cock, the tip flushed red and already leaking. Lucifer groans as he begins to stroke himself, his head tipping back in pleasure.
Such absolute obedience, such raw trust. Alastor eats it up, drinks it in like a man dying of thirst.
It’d been so long since he’d felt so undone by another. Until he’d crossed paths with Lucifer in the depths of hell, Alastor was certain he’d never enjoy any forms of intimacy, whether it be physical or emotional. His nose always crinkled at the thought of sex, and he’d never been particularly intrigued by another soul enough to warrant a relationship.
But Lucifer… Lucifer had turned his head from the moment he’d stepped in the same room as him. Some buried deep part of Alastor growled at the sight of him, hungry to devour him, to own and to be owned in return.
It hadn’t taken long for him to satisfy the craving. It was apparent from the start that Lucifer was just as eager to get at Alastor as Alastor was to get at him. It took Lucifer a little while longer to place that desire, to identify it not as a desire to tear Alastor to shreds, but instead to tear into him, to make him his own.
Alastor still doesn’t particularly enjoy being touched, although he makes an exception once in a while to lay down and pleasure Lucifer, or to allow the other to wrap his arms around him when they sleep instead of laying side by side.
But watching… watching and commanding is something Alastor always enjoys.
It’s about the emotional connection for him. The vulnerability. The show of trust, the exchange of power.
Alastor might not get off to the sight of Lucifer kneeling before him, his pants undone, his face flushed as his hand works his cock- but he cannot deny the tingling in his skin at the sight, the warmth that spreads through his chest. Not desire- No. Something much more raw, something much more wild.
Alastor’s heart thrums in his chest as he straightens in his chair, his fingers drumming on his cane. His eyes devour the sight before him, greedy to drink in every drop that Lucifer is willing to give.
Lucifer lets out a groan as Alastor looks him over, his hand picking up speed on his cock. At this pace, he’ll be finishing in just a few moments.
Oh but we can’t have that.
Alastor’s lips quirk into a sneer.
“Stop.”
Lucifer’s hand falters, his eyes snapping up to meet Alstor’s.
“W-what?”
Alastor cocks his head. “I said, stop.”
Lucifer swallows, then slowly removes his hand from his cock. Alastor lets his eyes linger one second too long on his throbbing member, watching as it twitches under his gaze, a bead of precum rolling down the shaft.
Fascinating.
“Very good, angel.” Lucifer’s flush deepens. “Can’t have you finishing too quickly, now can we?”
Lucifer doesn’t reply as Alastor taps his chin, considering. A second later and he’s made up his mind.
“Unbotton your shirt for me.” Slowly Lucifer does so, unbuttoning his shirt with shaking hands, his cock pulsing between his legs. Alastor makes a mental note to give him head later in the night, a reward for being so damn obedient. Heaven knows Lucifer has trouble following directions.
When the final button is undone, Alastor uses his cane to push aside the fabric of his shirt, exposing his pale chest, littered with half-faded marks of purple. Love bites from previous nights.
Alastor really does enjoy using his mouth. Though not as much as he enjoys sitting back and observing.
“Tease yourself, darling,” Alastor instructs. “Nice and slowly- and don’t you dare touch your cock.” Lucifer’s hand freezes from where it had been trailing downward. Alastor continues. “Not until I say so, alright?”
Lucifer nods, moving to begin to tease at his nipples. He rolls the buds between his fingers, slowly until they’re perked, his back beginning to arch as he continues. Alastor watches until he grows bored, deciding enough time has passed for Lucifer to get a bit of a reward.
“Tease your cock now- not so fast, I said tease didn’t I?” Lucifer slows his pace. “Good boy,” Alastor croons as Lucifer circles the shining head with his thumb, his other hand still pinching at his nipple. He groans, the sound buzzing in Alastor’s ears.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“So good,” Lucifer pants, “So, so good.”
Not the most elaborate description, but Alastor supposes Lucifer is far too gone for more detailed descriptions.
Slowly, Lucifer begins to stroke himself once more, his hand shaking with restraint, a beautiful moan filling the room.
“Please Al-“ Lucifer moans again as he strokes himself. Alastor’s eyes him lazily. “Please- hngh- can I finish? I need to cum, so badly Al-“
Alastor doesn’t reply. Instead, he uses his cane to tip Lucifer’s chin up, meeting his gaze, drinking in how flushed his face is, how crazed his eyes.
Lucifer continues to please himself, softly panting as he holds Alastor’s stare.
“Oh how I wish you could see yourself just now Lucifer.” Alastor’s eyes skim over his form, the warmth in his chest growing at how utterly surrendered Lucifer is. Completely at his mercy. Willfully too.
The king of Hell, kneeling before Alastor. It’s a power trip unlike any other.
Alastor’s grin grows. “You’re absolutely stunning like this darling.” And he means it- Lucifer is always exceptionally beautiful with his porcelain skin, his golden blonde hair, his shining eyes and his wide smile. But like this? Utterly debauched and so, so needy?
He’s positively ethereal.
Lucifer seems to glow at the praise, his flush deepening, his hands quickening on his cock. Alastor smirks.
“You enjoy that, don’t you pretty thing?” Lucifer’s breathing hitches, his cock twitching as more precum leaks down his shaft. “You love hearing how much I adore you, how much I enjoy having you at my feat.”
Bullseye. If Lucifer’s deepening flush is anything to go by.
Alastor’s eyes gleam.
“You love it when I praise you, don’t you love? When I tell you how good you’re being?”
Lucifer doesn’t reply. Whether it’s defiance or embarrassment, Alastor cannot tell. Regardless, Lucifer’s lips stay sealed.
Well that just won’t do.
“Stop,” Alastor commands again, lashing out with his cane to push Lucifer’s hand away from his cock. Lucifer chokes out a groan.
“When I ask a question Lucifer, I do expect an answer.”
Lucifer swallows, looking up at him with eyes wild with desire. His cock pulses between his legs, and Lucifer lets out an another groan.
Alastor offers a toothy smile. “Now, let me ask again- you do love it when I praise you, don’t you dearest?”
“Yes,” Lucifer gasps, his eyes shining with need. Alastor gives an approving nod.
“See? That wasn’t quite so hard, now was it pet?” He brings his cane back to Lucifer’s chin, tilting his head up as he looks him over, watching as his cock pulses, his hands twitching at his side.
“Your self control is improving,” Alastor notes, mildly impressed with the other’s restraint. “Though you do look a bit uncomfortable.” His eyes drink in the sight of his cock. “So swollen, so red… it looks quite painful, yes?”
Lucifer whines, and Alastor removes his cane, dropping Lucifer’s face as he leans back into his chair.
“Well, I won’t stop you from taking care of it then. You’ve been quite entertaining. I’d say you deserve it.”
Lucifer blinks up at him, his hand still at his side. Alastor rolls his eyes.
“We haven’t got all day,” he drawls, examining his nails as he speaks. He glances back over at Lucifer, so undone before him. “Go on- finish for me darling.”
Lucifer’s eyes go wide. He doesn’t need to be told twice. Quickly, his hand finds his cock again, finesse forgotten as he begins to feverishly jerk himself off with even strokes.
It doesn’t take long. With his eyes locked on Alastor’s, Lucifer quickly brings himself to completion, his mouth parting with a soft moan as he comes before him, his hips stuttering as he spills onto his hand, his cum dripping from his fingers and onto the floor beneath him.
Alastor watches the display with sharp intent, his eyes flickering as he takes in every detail, every inch on display before him. He takes a steadying breath as Lucifer slumps back onto the floor, panting as he tries to catch his breath.
Riveting.
In one graceful motion, Alastor uncrosses his legs and stands, flicking out his handkerchief to offer to Lucifer.
The angel blinks up at him, his cheeks splotched. Alastor gives the handkerchief a shake. “Come on, chop chop. We have places to be, things to do.” Shakily, Lucifer takes the handkerchief. “Clean yourself up, and meet me back downstairs when you’re done. We don’t want to keep the overlords waiting too long- people talk you know.”
Lucifer looks as though he might object, but then he thinks better on it, shaking his head as he begins to clean himself up.
Satisfied, Alastor sweeps out of the room, giving Lucifer a gentle pat on the head as he passes, a rather fond look crossing his face as he beholds his perfect little angel.
To think, Heaven ever cast him out.
Their loss, Alastor thinks as he descends the grand staircase, images of Lucifer kneeling before him playing in his mind.
Their loss indeed.