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The subject did not come up again until several months later. By then, enough time had passed that it had almost completely slipped Lucifer’s mind, so when it was brought up, he at first had no clue what Alastor was talking about. They had just returned to their room for the night, and, thinking nothing was out of the ordinary, Lucifer began taking off his boots. He had just slipped both of them off and reached up to undo his bowtie, when Alastor spoke:
“... If you still want to, we can try.”
“Huh?”
Alastor had sat down on the bed, still holding his microphone, still wearing his shoes and all the rest of his clothes. “So long as we’re clear ... that I don’t need to repay you in kind. I can repay you in other ways.”
Lucifer stared at his partner. “Dearest, what are you talking about?”
Alastor hesitated for a moment, seemingly unsure how to phrase the offer, then: “If you want to go down on me.”
Lucifer had not expected that, especially not after how vehemently Alastor had refused the first time this was suggested. “Where did this come from?”
“I just needed some time to think about it, but that is only if I don’t need to-”
“No, no, of course you don’t need to, but ... have you been thinking about this since I brought it up? That was months ago.”
“Like I said, I needed some time. I still don’t understand why you’d want to, because the whole idea seems-” Alastor paused, searching for the right word. “-disgusting. So, I don’t know what you would get out of it when you’re not getting the same service back.”
Well, that was blunt and to the point; Lucifer could repay that honesty. He smiled, walking over to the bed. With Alastor sitting down, there was no need to get up on his toes to whisper in his partner’s ear: “Maybe I just want you to feel good? Perhaps I want to see you lose control just a little, get lost in the sensations ... and know it’s aaall because of me?”
“... Ah. I see.” One ear twitched slightly.
This close, Lucifer could see the blush beginning to paint Alastor’s face. But when he looked further down, Alastor’s fingers were holding onto the microphone a bit too hard.
“We’re not doing anything you’re uncomfortable with, you know that?”
“I want to try.” Alastor mumbled.
Lucifer nodded. “We can do that.” He pulled gently at the microphone, and Alastor let him take it and place it against the wall. In a way, that was a sign that Alastor trusted him. But when Lucifer reached for him to help him undress, Alastor stopped him.
“What are you doing?”
Lucifer stared at him. “Aren’t we-”
“Now?” Alastor seemed genuinely confused.
“Eh, yes? I thought ...” Alastor hadn’t exactly said that they could do this now, but when he hadn’t specified any other time or place, Lucifer had just kind of assumed. Then again, Alastor could be a master at mixed messages.
“But there’s no need now.” Alastor gestured downwards. “There’s no problem right now, I’m not-”
“Oh. Don’t worry, I can get you excited.” Lucifer scratched at Alastor’s ears, earning a pleased staticky sound. “And ... it’s not a problem, dearest.”
“Inconvenience, then.” Alastor mumbled. “Well, if you want to ... we can try now.”
“Alright, but tell me if you want to stop.”
“I will.”
Lucifer smiled. “Then we try.”
Alastor was tense and still as statue when Lucifer began to kiss him, and was slow to start kissing back. That did not exactly bode well. Lucifer was prepared to stop the moment Alastor said so, but his Radio Demon wasn’t the best at admitting when he needed to stop. It was very like Alastor to try and push through rather than take a break, and that could be what was happening now. But he said he wanted to; if he truly wanted to explore and push his own boundaries, perhaps Lucifer should let him try to do that?
They helped each other off with the coats, a bit clumsily while trying to keep kissing each other. But when Lucifer started fumbling with the buttons on Alastor’s vest, the demon broke the kiss.
“I would prefer to keep this on.”
“Alright.” Lucifer knelt down and began to remove Alastor’s boots. “But the pants and underwear got to go.”
“I am not stupid, darling,” Alastor huffed. “I do know what this entails.”
Lucifer was almost tempted to ask if he had learned about this by reading a book, but bit it back. Best not to ruin the mood. It was just as likely that the information had come from Angel Dust; everyone at the hotel was doomed to pick up new knowledge in his area of expertise, whether they wanted to or not.
The shoes slipped off easily. Lucifer pushed Alastor’s legs apart, letting his hands glide up the long legs when he rose to stand between them. One hand brushed over the front of Alastor’s pants; nothing was happening yet. The other hand found the soft tail, and began playing with it.
Alastor seemed to be more and more uncertain where he was supposed to place his hands; he was patting the bed almost nervously, and whenever he tried to keep them in one place, he started grabbing onto the blanket, twisting it between his claws. Lucifer took one of the demon’s hands and placed it on his own back so Alastor could pull him closer if he wanted; when he kissed him again, Alastor did just that.
“Is this alright?” Lucifer asked, breaking the kiss.
“Yes.” Alastor said. The answer came quickly; sincere.
Lucifer began to unbutton Alastor’s pants. Alastor rose a little from the bed, and let him pull the pants down; he tried to kick them all the way off, and Lucifer had to step away to let him. Once the pants were off and were out of the way, Lucifer moved closer again. His own pants were starting to feel uncomfortably tight. Damn it, he was harder than Alastor was. That had not part of the plan, but his body apparently had other ideas.
One of several little secrets Lucifer had learned about the Radio Demon was how the more animal-like parts were the most sensitive ones. He scratched and stroked the soft ears, earning small distorted bits of music from Alastor; the sounds started up, stopped and began anew. Lucifer pulled at Alastor’s tail, harder now, slowly moving his hand up and down, mimicking how he’d get himself off when he was alone.
“Still fine?”
“Yes.” Alastor repeated.
Lucifer kissed him again. One of the sharp teeth nicked him, hard enough to bleed. That certainly got Alastor’s attention; he pulled him even closer and kissed him back, harder now, sucking at the wound, licking up the few drops of blood that escaped down Lucifer’s chin. Further down, the rest of his body was responding as well. Lucifer let go of the tail, touching Alastor through the fabric; feeling his dick grow harder. Slowly, he started pulling the underwear down.
Alastor seemed to be more focused on continuing the blood-dripping kisses than undressing. Still, he let Lucifer lift his hips up from the bed so the underwear slid off easier, off his ass and down his thighs. It stopped there, and so Lucifer snapped his fingers, making the garment disappear from Alastor’s body and reappear next to the previously discarded pants. When he first touched Alastor’s dick, the demon made a surprised little squeak, and tried to close his legs; to somehow hide himself. It wasn’t possible with Lucifer standing between his thighs, and all it did was trap the devil there, pushing their bodies closer together.
“Are you alright?” Lucifer whispered, breaking the kiss. Alastor almost whined, trying to kiss him again. His mouth was wet with golden blood now. Lucifer chuckled. “Sometimes I think you’re just with me to drink. Is this still alright, dearest?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good. Now lay back for me, hm?”
With a flick of his fingers, several of the pillows flew to the center of the bed, landing just before he lowered Alastor back onto them. The long deer-like legs were still hanging over the foot of the bed, still trapping Lucifer’s own legs. Lucifer kissed him again, letting Alastor have another taste of blood, and then broke away. Gently, he pushed Alastor’s legs apart, and knelt down between them. He could feel Alastor’s eyes on him, but when he looked up, the Radio Demon looked away, his ears pinned back in embarrassment. The blush had spread out from his cheeks now, meeting over the bridge of his nose like spots of red water color joining together.
Lucifer had never actually seen Alastor fully naked before. When they slept together, it was in night shirts, pajamas or underwear. They only used the shared bathroom together when brushing teeth, never for anything more revealing. Now Alastor was naked from the waist down, his legs spread, his dick hard. Lucifer doubted Alastor had let anyone see him like this. There were no layers to hide behind now, he was bare and beautiful and ... vulnerable.
“A-are you going to stare all night?” Alastor mumbled, trying and failing to sound nonchalant.
Lucifer smiled. “Don’t worry, dear, I’ll take care of you.”
He put one hand on Alastor’s hip, keeping him still. He gently kissed the tip of Alastor’s dick, before he let his tongue run down the underside of the shaft, up and down, wrapping it almost all the way around. He heard some small staticky gasps that were quickly smothered; when he looked up at Alastor’s face, the demon had both hands over his mouth, trying to keep quiet.
Lucifer pulled his tongue back, opening his mouth and closing it around the head of the cock. Alastor wasn’t any bigger than average, he felt fairly certain he could take all of him; but it seemed better to build up to that, taking his time. Lucifer wrapped his fingers around the shaft, dragging his hand slowly up and down as he sucked on the tip. Beside him, Alastor’s legs twitched each time he touched some different part of him. He was breathing hard now; small, staticky sounds escaped even when he tried to hold them back. Lucifer moved his tongue, gently touching then rubbing harder, wrapping it around the place where the head met the shaft, squeezing-
“Wait- s-stop-”
The sound was small, but Lucifer heard it. Immediately, he pulled away.
Alastor stared at him. “... you stopped.” It sounded almost like a question.
“O- of course, I’ll stop when you say so.”
“I just – I needed to know that I could-” Alastor looked away. One of his hands were squeezing a pillow so hard the claws was nearly tearing open the fabric.
“I told you; I’ll stop-”
“Yes, but I said- I managed to tell you-” Oh. Perhaps it wasn’t Lucifer he was uncertain about, but rather his own ability to acknowledge his boundaries.
“You did. Are you alright?”
“Just feels ... strange.”
Lucifer nodded. Actual words. That was good. “Strange ... good? Bad?”
“Good? I think.” Alastor swallowed. “It’s ... a lot.”
“Do you want to stop? Completely?”
Alastor’s breathing was slowing down. He managed to release the vice grip on the pillow. “... no. You can continue.” Finally, he looked back at Lucifer again. “If- if you want to.”
Lucifer grinned. He stretched out his tongue, starting with small, teasing licks at the tip, then trailing all the way down the side of the demon’s dick, licked at the skin, making it wet. Alastor gasped. His legs shook, like he couldn’t find his balance. A strange, staticky sound began to ring in Lucifer’s ears; the radio on the table had turned itself on, just to make more distorted sounds. Alastor had his hands over his own mouth again, but clearly whatever noises he was trying to hide was spilling out some other way.
Lucifer pulled away from his dick and rose from the floor so they were more at eye-level. “Hey, don’t do that.” Gently, but firmly, he pulled Alastor’s hands away from his mouth. “I want to hear you. Please?”
Alastor looked at him. He was breathing hard now, and had been biting his own lip hard enough that there were spots of blood smeared over his face. He nodded, and let his hands fall down by his side. Lucifer sank back down to his knees and continued his work. He wrapped his long tongue around the dick again, moving it almost like he would have used his hands, squeezing, rubbing, then licking.
Alastor panted, cute little noises spilling forth. The radio went still, no longer needed as an outlet. Lucifer could feel his own dick strain against his pants. He’d made no effort to touch himself, focusing on his partner, but damn, those sounds did not make it any easier. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his head; uncertain fingers combing through his hair. When he looked up, Alastor immediately pulled the hand away again; he looked embarrassed, like he had been caught at something.
“I – I uh-”
“No, go ahead.” Lucifer grabbed the hand and put it back on his head. Alastor didn’t try to push him further down on his cock, or guide him in any way; he was just stroking his hair. Was this something he had seen, but not fully grasped? From what Lucifer knew, most of the porn floating around the hotel was decidedly more forceful, where the actors used their hands to control, to fuck into their co-star’s mouth. One particular swirl of his tongue made Alastor gasp, and the hand in his hair yanked like he needed something to hold on to.
Lucifer pulled back his tongue, and instead opened his mouth wider, slowly taking him deeper. Alastor let go of his hair, awkwardly patting his head. Then he continued stroking his hair, like he’d do to some pet. Bit by bit Lucifer swallowed him down, until the tip of his dick almost hit the back of his throat.
“Ĺ̴̀uci̸̒̇fe̴r-”
Lucifer moved back and forth, trying to get him just a little bit deeper each time. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Alastor’s dick, moving his hand in rhythm with his mouth. Instinctively, Alastor tried to close his legs again, but Lucifer nudged them apart, trying not to be squeezed between them. The hooved feet made clacking noises as they shook and stomped on the floor. Lucifer’s grip tightened, twisting his hand around the shaft. He let the dick slide between his lips, in and out, almost all the way out of his mouth before he swallowed it back down. It was so wet, slippery, his tongue licked it up, pressing hard against the head-
“Ĺ̴̀uci̶̺͋ a̶h̷! Ḯ̷̷̴̻̘̄-̴̸̶͙͎͑̍ ̵̒a̶̵̵̵̵̠͓̻̜̬͗͛̀͌͝h̸̶̴̴̯͓͍̄͋̂̑!!̵̶̵̹̤̇̋”
There was a sudden cacophony of sounds like unfinished songs on broken instruments, a screech halfway between a distorted music note and an animal scream, and then Alastor came down his throat. Lucifer felt the load, heavy in his mouth, spilling out over his lips and dripping onto the floor. He pulled away from Alastor’s dick and swallowed down. Above him, Alastor was panting like he had just run up several flights of stairs.
Lucifer crawled up into the bed beside him. He was still hard, but tried sitting down so it wasn’t too obvious. Right now, he had other things to focus on; questions needing answers. “How was that?”
Alastor looked at him. His gaze focused on the cum still running down Lucifer’s chin and onto the bed. “... I tried to – to tell you, but I- uhm.”
“Don’t worry.” Lucifer licked his lips. “I wanted to do that.”
It did not look like Alastor really believed him, but he let it go.
“How was it?” Lucifer asked again. “How do you feel?”
“It was ... strange. New.” Alastor admitted. “I felt ... exposed.”
Lucifer scratched his ear. “... you didn’t like it?”
“I did not say that, I just ...” Alastor took a deep breath and closed his eyes, leaning into the hand petting him. “It felt good. Physically. To reach the climax, that was nice.”
“I did a good job?” Lucifer grinned.
“You know I don’t have much to compare you to.” Alastor rolled his eyes. “... I guess you did.”
It wasn’t much of a compliment per se, but at least Alastor seemed to have enjoyed himself somewhat during this experiment. Lucifer leaned closer, his hand trailing from the ear and down to tilt Alastor’s face towards him-
“Ẃ̸h̴ǻ̴̛t ̵ar̸e yo̴u doing!?” Alastor screamed, jerking back. “You are not kissing me when your mouth is sticky with th̴̊͗a̶̵̵̵̠͓̻̜͗͛̀͝t!!”
Lucifer hadn’t thought about that. “Well, it’s yours-”
“That does not matter- you-” Alastor’s eyes widened as he reached up and felt the traces of cum smeared out from his ear to his cheek. “You got it in my hair! My clothes!”
“Well, if you had taken it off-”
“Ĺ̴̀uci̶̺͋fer!”
“Sorry.” Lucifer held up his hands. “I’m sorry. Do you want to clean up?”
“Yes.” Alastor growled, glaring at him as he got up from the bed, pulling along one of the blankets to cover himself.
“Do you want help?” Lucifer asked, rubbing his sticky fingers together.
Alastor stopped up, halfway to the bathroom. The glare softened, and some of that uncertainty that had been there since the start of this evening crept back into his eyes. “I would prefer to shower alone.”
That hadn’t exactly been what Lucifer meant. He held up his hand. “I meant I could- you know, magic it away.” It was a tempting thought, cleaning each other up. Perhaps some other night; right now, Alastor clearly needed some time alone.
“I appreciate the offer, but you can fix up the bed instead.” Alastor gestured to the wet spots on the blankets and pillows. “I am not sleeping in it before it’s cleaned.” He opened the bathroom and stepped inside, then turned back to Lucifer. “And you are not kissing me again until you’ve brushed your teeth and cleaned out your mouth at least ten times.”
“Oh, are you going to count?” Lucifer laughed.
Alastor grinned at him. “If I have to.” Then he closed the bathroom door.
Alastor did follow up on that threat. He emerged from the bathroom half an hour later, dressed in fresh new night clothes, with his hair damp and clean of any traces of bodily fluids. By that time Lucifer had cleaned up the bed and himself. Magic could work just as well as warm water and soap, even if didn’t feel quite as good. He had taken care of his own erection too, on his own. Tonight had been about giving rather than receiving, and he was not going to push Alastor any more, when the Radio Demon had already stepped out of his comfort zone.
Still, that did not mean he had to like gargling mouthwash and brushing his teeth for half an hour.
“That’s six times.” Alastor informed him helpfully, sitting on the edge of the bathtub.
“I’m pretty sure I’m clean enough now.”
Alastor thought about it for a moment. “... at least one more.”
Lucifer sighed and put more toothpaste on the toothbrush. It was strange how a cannibal, who regularly ate people and were downright enthusiastic about blood-drinking could be so squeamish about other bodily fluids. At last, Alastor deemed him to be acceptably clean, and he was graciously awarded a goodnight kiss before they crawled under the covers and turned off the lights.
Lucifer was already half-asleep when Alastor mumbled: “... Thank you.”
“Hm?”
“I wasn’t sure- You made it ... easier. You stopped when I- and you asked, you kept asking. I know I can be ...” Alastor sighed. The explanation was all halting, as if he struggled to admit these things, to voice it, or even find the right words. “Thank you for being patient with me.”
“Of course.” Lucifer yawned. It wasn’t much to thank him for, any decent person should act the same; but then again, they were in hell, and there weren’t many decent people around. They themselves could not really be called decent people either. “Thank you for trusting me.”
Alastor stared at him, his gaze far away as if he was thinking this over. After what seemed like an endless silence, he whispered: “... I guess I do.”
Lucifer smiled, and moved closer, wrapping his arms around the Radio Demon. Eventually, they both drifted off into sleep.