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It was late. Later than Lucifer usually stayed up. He and Alastor were engaged in their usual Saturday night routine of talking, drinking, and listening to Alastor’s favorite songs in the sinner’s rooms. It wasn’t quite the nice date he’d like to take the man out on, but Alastor had expressed reluctance about being seen “together” in public. Lucifer completely understood. He hadn’t made a public appearance since Lillith had left, and showing up after such a long absence was bound to be news. Showing up on a date with the Radio Demon might bring every news agency in Hell to their doorstep.
So instead they spent their weekends relaxing in Alastor’s rooms and getting to know each other. And Alastor was certainly interesting. Lucifer treasured every new snippet of information he gleaned and used them to piece together the puzzle that was Alastor. He had been just as intriguing in life as he was in death.
Alastor had just finished telling him the story of how he’d gotten his start in radio, Lucifer listening attentively to every word, when he yawned behind his hand.
“Excuse me,” he said as he blinked to clear his eyes.
“It’s getting late,” Lucifer admitted reluctantly. “I should head out.”
“I suppose so,” Alastor said with just as much reticence . Lucifer started toward the exit and Alastor walked with him. When they reached the door Lucifer stopped, turned toward Alastor with a smile, and paused. Alastor didn’t move. No tilt of the head, no subtle lean forward, nothing. Stiff as a board. Like every Saturday.
And like every Saturday Lucifer grasped Alastor’s left hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss.
“Good night Alastor,” he murmured against the soft skin.
Like every Saturday, when he looked up there was a slight blush on Alastor’s cheeks.
“Good night Your Majesty,” he answered.
With a final wave over his shoulder Lucifer let himself out.
He smiled to himself as he walked back to his suite. Alastor was fucking adorable, not that he’d ever say it to his face. That comment would likely get him bit. And not in the fun way. But it was true nonetheless. He was so old fashioned and shy that a simple kiss to the back of his hand left him blushing every weekend despite the fact that he knew what Lucifer sounded like coming while screaming his name.
Once the need to rut was out of Alastor’s system it was like someone had hit the reset button and he was instantly back to being a perfect gentleman.
It was fucking adorable .
Lucifer was grinning to himself, his heart fluttering with thoughts of his not-so-little deer, when he stepped through his door. He was startled when he found the object of his thoughts standing in his parlor. Alastor’s smile was tight and tense, his posture rigid with his fists clenched at his sides, and his ears pinned back against his head. Lucifer closed the door and cautiously stepped forward.
“Heeeeey, Al, whats—”
“I demand to know why you haven’t initiated intercourse.”
Fucking what?
“Fucking what?”
“You heard me,” Alastor snapped through clenched teeth.
“Do…do you want to have sex,” Lucifer asked. Alastor hadn’t even given the slightest hint that he’d wanted a kiss on the mouth.
Alastor’s eyes went wide, then he averted his gaze. “Well, no. But that’s beside the point.”
What the fuck?
“No, I’m pretty sure that is the point,” Lucifer countered slowly with mounting confusion.
“The point is that we are intimately entangled and such a partnership requires copulation!”
Lucifer squinted. This was definitely one of the top ten weirdest conversations he’d ever had.
“I…um…not if one of the partners ,” he put heavy emphasis on the word, “in the partnership doesn’t want to have sex.”
“That’s ridiculous. If not for…carnal pleasures, then why engage in this…this…” he waved his hand between the two of them, “association?”
Sometimes Lucifer forgot how new all of this was to Alastor.
He caught Alastor’s hand. “To be with you.”
Alastor’s eyes went wide and his hand twitched in Lucifer’s grip.
“Alastor,” he said gently. “I love you.” Alastor ducked his head and looked away. “And I don’t say it because I don’t want you to think I’m pressuring you to return my feelings. But I’m completely head over heels for you, and if we never do more than hold hands for the rest of eternity, that’s fine with me.”
“Back…back then you said you found me physically attractive.”
“Yeah. Still do, Handsome,” he said with a smirk and a squeeze of his hand.
Alastor huffed, head still turned away. “We have been in this courtship for six weeks, and you have yet to do anything more than kiss the back of my hand!”
Lucifer’s smile widened.
Fucking adorable.
“Do you want me to kiss you somewhere else?”
Alastor’s cheeks went red and he ducked his head even further as if to hide his blush.
“I would not be opposed to it.”
“Uh, uh,” Lucifer said. Alastor whipped his head back toward him, eyes narrowed and smile too wide. “I didn’t ask if you were opposed to it. I asked if you want me to kiss you.”
Alastor was quiet as his eyes darted all over Lucifer’s face. Then finally he whispered, “yes.”
Lucifer tugged Alastor’s hand and guided him to the loveseat in his makeshift parlor. He sat them down and looked up, and up , at the demon beside him.
He was staring straight ahead, ears down and eyes wide. “I should caution you that it’s been quite some time since…since I…I’m afraid my…talents lie elsewhere.”
“You’re a clever guy Al, you’ll be an expert in no time.”
Alastor cleared his throat as his blush spread.
It had been a long time since he kissed someone too. And he’d forgotten that there was a reason he and Lillith never did this sitting side by side, or even standing if they could avoid it—what with her love of high heels.
“This might seem a bit…forward, but can I sit on your lap?”
He winced as an earsplitting shriek of feedback echoed through the room.
“Excuse me?” Alastor’s entire face was red.
Lucifer rubbed that back of his head. “It’s just,” he waved between the two of them, “the height difference. Either you’re going to have to really bend over and leave with a sore neck, or I’m going to have to get up there.”
He stared down at Lucifer for what felt like minutes.
“If you must.”
Lucifer stood.
“Scooch over,” he told Alastor. He raised an eyebrow and slid slightly to the right. Once there was room on either side of his legs, Lucifer climbed onto the couch, straddling his lap. He didn’t sit down, but hovered slightly over Alastor’s thighs, afraid the demon might short circuit if he sat. Alastor’s eyes went wider than Lucifer had ever seen and he pressed himself back into the couch and lifted his hands up as if afraid to touch.
The fallen angel chuckled.
“Still okay there Al?”
His smile tightened and he looked to the left. “Fine.”
Lucifer took the sinner’s hands, placed them on his lower back, and put his own hands on Alastor’s shoulders. Perfectly respectable. Nothing untoward here.
They were eye to eye now as Alastor hesitantly returned his gaze. Lucifer smiled gently, reached up to his face, and rubbed his thumb across the corner of Alastor’s smile.
“You gotta stop smiling Al.”
Said smile shifted to a more narrow and tense one. “I never stop smiling.”
Lucifer laughed. “Okay, fine, but you’ve at least got to close your lips. I’m not going to kiss your teeth.”
That got the tiniest—almost nervous sounding—laugh from Alastor as his smile went small and soft.
“Perfect,” Lucifer whispered as he leaned forward and closed the remaining distance between them.
The kiss was perfectly chaste and gentle. Lucifer pulled back to look at Alastor. His smile was even less prominent and he looked so serious like that. He was searching Lucifer’s face and Lucifer couldn’t place the expression he was seeing.
“Do you want to keep going?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” he whispered as his hands flexed against Lucifer’s back.
Lucifer used the hand cupping his face to tilt Alastor’s head just slightly to the side and kissed him again, and again, and again. Soft closed mouth kisses, gentle little pecks, quiet “I love yous” against his demon’s mouth.
He pulled back only for Alastor to lean forward slightly, chasing his lips. He grinned and watched his love blink open his eyes.
“Do you want more, or we can keep it just like this, or we can stop, whatever you—” he gasped as claws dug into the soft flesh of his love handles.
“More,” Alastor said, his voice deep and free of static.
Lucifer shivered in response and dove right back in.
He kissed Alastor with more pressure this time, trying to let him know what he was in for, before sliding his thumb under Alastor’s lower lip and pulling down.
“Open your mouth a little,” he mumbled against his lips. Alastor complied and Lucifer slotted their mouths together with a satisfied moan. The hands at his waist tightened in response.
Lucifer slid his hands into Alastor’s hair as they exchanged wet open mouth kisses punctuated by breathy moans and heavy breathing.
“Can I play with your ears?” he begged. He’d been wanting to get his hands on those fluffy appendages for months .
“Yes,” Alastor sighed.
Lucifer hummed into his mouth and combed his hands up through Alastor’s hair to the base of each ear. Oh, they were so soft ! He rubbed little circles around the backs of them and Alastor dropped his head back and groaned.
Fuck that’s hot!
Lucifer took the opportunity to press his nose against the other man’s throat.
“Can I kiss you here?” he asked as his breath ghosted across the skin.
“Yes,” Alastor whined as his hand came to rest at the back of Lucifer’s head.
Lucifer kissed the skin at Alastor’s neck gently once, twice, three times, before opening his mouth and caressing the flesh with his teeth, eliciting a gasp. He sucked gently, nipping occasionally, as he rubbed the deer’s ears. The sounds he was making! Who needed heaven when he had this?
A tug at his hair encouraged him to pull off and return his gaze to Alastor. Oh , he looked wrecked . Lucifer’s already swelling cock jumped at the sight. They should stop, slow down, take their time, but Lucifer wasn’t exactly known for his temperance.
“More?”
“More,” Alastor confirmed as he brought Lucifer’s mouth to his.
Their spit slick lips slipped against one another with too much force and no restraint. Lucifer bit down on Alastor’s bottom lip with just enough pressure to tease, but not puncture, tearing a moan deep from the sinner’s chest. Then he slid his tongue inside that hot waiting mouth. Alastor wasted no time pushing back against the intrusion, tangling them together in a fiery, delectable dance.
Alastor pulled on Lucifer’s hair. Lucifer cried out into his open mouth and finally, finally ground his erection down against Alastor’s lap. A record scratch split the air as Alastor froze.
Lucifer immediately stopped and pulled his hands and mouth away.
His ears rang in the silence.
He hadn’t even noticed the loud buzz of radio static until it was gone.
He lifted his traitorous hips off of Alastor’s lap.
Alastor was staring at him with the smallest smile Lucifer had ever seen. His eyes were wide with surprise, but his pupils were dilated with arousal. Lucifer’s cock twitched at the sight.
The hands at his waist tensed.
Lucifer cleared his throat.
“Sorry. I…uh…got a bit carried away there.” He was absolutely mortified and felt himself blush. He’d been grinding down on Alastor like…well…like he hadn’t been touched in years, but still.
“Ah HAH,” Alastor faked a laugh, “Not at all,” he said with a tight strangled voice, “I was simply unprepared for your… enthusiasm .”
“Ooookay,” Lucifer said as he disentangled himself from Alastor and climbed off the couch.
“I’ve upset you.”
“No! I’m…embarrassed.” His face was still flushed as he looked down at Alastor. “After everything I said about taking it slow and not pressuring you and then I go and do…that.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
“Yes, well, if anything I’m flattered.”
He returned his gaze to Alastor to find the sinner’s face in a similar state as his own.
“Flattered?”
“Yes. Flattered that you find me so…enticing,” his eyes flashed, “and to know that I have the ability to reduce the King of Hell to a desperate moaning mess.” His smile went wide and sharp, “I have always had a desire for power .”
Oh, fuck that’s hot.
His cock embarrassingly throbbed again.
Alastor stood and looked down at Lucifer. “I’ll see myself out as you have…” his eyes darted down then back up, “other business to attend to.”
The hot wave of humiliation did nothing to his swollen cock.
Alastor took a step toward the door, then turned back around.
“Perhaps one more ‘for the road,’ as it were.”
He leaned down, took Lucifer’s face in his hands, and plundered his mouth mercilessly. Lucifer grabbed on to his wrists and melted into the kiss. He knew Alastor would be a quick study.
As abruptly as it began it was over.
“Goodnight Sire,” Alastor said as darkness began to gather around him.
“Good—” his voice cracked and he cleared his throat and tried again, “Goodnight Alastor.”
With a nod of his head the Radio Demon disappeared into the shadows.
Alone in his room Lucifer stared down at his erection in frustration. It was at the precipice where he could just leave it be or he could take himself in hand and do something about it, but either way a decision had to be made.
He heard a click near his bed and spun toward the radio he used to listen to Alastor’s broadcasts. His eyebrows rose at the sight of Alastor’s shadow standing beside it smirking down at him wickedly. A plucky upbeat piano piece came through the speaker and Lucifer lifted an eyebrow. Soon the keys were accompanied by a sweeping lilt of a trombone. Then a clear tenor began to sing.
No one to talk with
All by myself
Lucifer listened closely. Clearly the shadow was here to deliver a message, however he was more than a little distracted by the way it was swinging its shoulders and hips in time to the music.
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin’
I'm savin’ my love for you
The shadow fixed its gaze on him and widened its smile.
I know for certain
The one I love
I'm through with flirtin’
It's just you I'm thinkin’ of
The shadow continued to move its wispy body just like Alastor did, never taking its dark gaze off of his. Lucifer bit down on his lip. Was it weird to find a shadow sexy?
Ain't misbehavin’
I'm savin’ my love for you
Lucifer blushed.
Alastor couldn’t mean—
The song skipped back to an earlier part.
It's just you I'm thinkin’ of
you I'm thinkin’ of
you I'm thinkin’ of
It skipped forward.
Ain't misbehavin’
The song abruptly cut off.
Lucifer bit his lip at the not so subtle hint he’d been sent. The shadow winked, waved, and vanished.
Fuck . He didn’t know much about Alastor’s powers but… could he listen in through the radio if he wanted to?
He groaned as his cock throbbed again. Alastor seemed too naive and prudish to do something like that, but the possibility was there and—
Lucifer scrambled to his bed, settled in the center and palmed his erection through his pants. As long as he had Al’s blessing, there was nothing wrong with taking care of his little problem while he imagined a different ending to their night, now was there?