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"You won't do that again, will you dear?" Alastor punctuated the sentence with another smack against Lucifer's bare ass.
The man squirmed against his lap. "Yes!-"
"No," Alastor corrected smoothly, landing another sharp slap that made Lucifer's thighs jerk. "The correct answer is no, darling. You won't do it again."
Lucifer whimpered, fingers digging into the fabric of Alastor's slacks where they clenched in desperation. "Mm- 'm sorry," he mumbled, the heat radiating from his backside already making his thoughts hazy.
"Oh, I don’t think you’re nearly sorry enough yet,” he murmured, pressing his palm flat against the swollen skin, savoring the way Lucifer twitched at the touch. “But we’ll get there, won’t we?” His free hand carded through Lucifer’s disheveled hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back. "Now," Alastor purred, his voice dripping with amusement, "let's review lesson one... what was it, Lu?"
The warmth of Alastor's palm against his stinging skin felt like both punishment and comfort. "Umm- I-It- uhhh- was... about boundaries?" Lucifer ventured, voice cracking halfway through as Alastor's fingers tightened in his hair, just shy of painful.
"Close," Alastor hummed, smacking the other cheek. "But not quite. Do you want to try again, or should I give you a hint? Of course in exchange for more spanks." His other hand trailed down the curve of Lucifer’s ass, fingertips skating over the heated skin.
Lucifer's breath hitched as Alastor's fingers teased the sensitive skin just beneath the swell of his ass. "And I'll spank you if you're quiet," Alastor added, voice low and full of static.
"Uhm... how many?" Lucifer managed, his voice wavering as Alastor's fingertips traced lazy circles just below where he'd been struck. The anticipation coiled tight in his gut—equal parts dread and desperate want.
"Five for a hint, three if you get it wrong, and one if you don't answer in 10 seconds," Alastor said, his usual smile audible. Lucifer's tongue darted out over his lower lip, weighing his options—or rather, stalling until the choice was made for him.
Alastor's hand came down again, sharp and precise, just as the tenth second ticked by. Lucifer yelped, his hooves scraping against the sheets as he instinctively tried to arch away, but Alastor's grip on his hair kept him firmly in place. "There's your one," Alastor chuckled. "Now, shall we try for three, or would you like to take the hint and make it five?"
Lucifer squirmed, his cock already half-hard from the mix of pain and pleasure. "Hint," he gasped, bracing himself.
Alastor hummed approvingly, his palm pressing possessively against the swollen skin. "Lesson one," he murmured, "was related to honesty." His fingers flexed against Lucifer's ass, the sting blooming fresh under his touch. "You lied to me, Lulu. Last week you said you'd be in my bed by midnight, but I found you in your workshop at three in the morning, didn't I?" After, the red man delivered five smacks back to back, each landing harder than the last. "Now... what did you learn?"
Lucifer's breath came in ragged little gasps. "That I... shouldn't lie?"
Alastor tutted, dragging his nails lightly down the curve of Lucifer's cheek, just enough to make him shiver. "Tsk, darling. That’s what you should've did, not what you learned. Try again." Before Lucifer could speak, three more sharp smacks landed in quick succession, each one making his thighs jerk against Alastor’s lap.
Lucifer whimpered, his fingers twisting tighter into Alastor’s slacks as he tried to recall any coherent thought beyond the heat radiating through his backside. "Uhmm- I-It's... about, uh, accountability?" The words tumbled out half-formed, desperate to avoid another sting.
"Accountability is part of it, yes… and a different one—but the lesson was about trust. If you lie to me, Lucifer, how can I trust you?" Alastor's voice was full off mock disappointment. "Oops, did I give the answer too soon? Well, five more spanks for that." His palm came down five times in rapid succession, each slap making Lucifer arch and whimper.
"Do you remember how many lessons I've given you today?" Alastor mused, his fingers tracing idle patterns over the reddened skin of Lucifer's ass. The question hung in the air, unanswered, punctuated only by Lucifer's shaky exhale. When silence stretched too long, Alastor sighed—dramatic, theatrical—and delivered another sharp smack. "Answer me, darling."
"Umm- three?" Lucifer ventured, his voice cracking as Alastor's fingertips paused their teasing path just beneath his sore cheek. But it didn't last long, as another smack landed. "Ah!- Uhh- four?" Nope. Another smack. "T-two?! Please- Al, I can’t- my head’s all-" His plea dissolved into a whimper as Alastor hit him again. "O-.. one?" His voice was soft and small—utterly defeated. When another hit came, tears spilled past his lashes. "Five?"
"Mm.. yes, five," Alastor purred, his fingers finally stilling against Lucifer's heated skin, though the threat of movement lingered in every idle twitch of his fingertips. "But you can't recall a single one, can you?"
Lucifer was slient for a long moment, his golden blush spreading down his neck as he tried and failed to recall any of the lessons Alastor had supposedly taught him. When he finally spoke, his voice was embarrassingly soft. "...can..."
"Oh, you can? Name one." Alastor’s voice dripped with amusement.
He racked his hazy brain for an answer. The heat in his ass was distracting, throbbing in time with his heartbeat, and the weight of Alastor’s gaze on him made his thoughts scatter like dropped marbles. "I- uh, the one about… trust?" he tried, voice lilting upward in uncertainty.
"Correct! But only because I just told you that one, hm?" Alastor smiled wider, clearly entertained by Lucifer's struggle. "Honestly, Lulu, what am I going to do with you?" His fingers dipped lower, teasing the sensitive skin between Lucifer’s cheeks, making him jerk forward with a gasp. "Maybe you need a different method of instruction..." He tapped his chin mock-thoughtfully.
"Um- I-I think-" Lucifer's voice hitched as Alastor's fingers pressed just a fraction deeper, teasing without committing, "maybe if you... rattled my memory a little harder, I'd remember better?" His blush flared hotter, hooves scuffing against the floor as he squirmed, both embarrassed and hopeful.
"Am I not hitting hard enough?"
"Mm!- n-no, that's- ah!-that's not what I meant," Lucifer gasped, his back arching as Alastor's fingers dug into the curve of his ass, kneading the sore flesh just enough to make his thighs tremble. "I just- uhhn- I think if you.. fucked me.. I'd remember better?" The words tumbled out in a rush, half-desperate, half-embarrassed, his flush creeping down his chest as Alastor laughed.
"Oh?" Alastor almost laughed, but he kept it to a pleased hum. "You think a rough fuck will jog your memory?" His fingers curled tighter against Lucifer's ass, pressing into the already tender flesh. "Or are you just trying to skip ahead to the fun part?"
Lucifer squirmed, his dick twitching against Alastor's thigh. "No! I'm not.. I swear," he lied. "It’s just- when you fuck me, I focus better. Remember last time? After that one lesson- the uh, the thing about-" He floundered, his tongue flicking out uselessly. "See?! You see how bad I need it? My brain’s all scrambled! But when you filled me up last time, I remembered everything after."
Alastor couldn't recall a single instance where Lucifer had retained anything coherent after being fucked senseless—if anything, the king of Hell became even more of a babbling, blissed-out mess—but they had fucked a lot, so perhaps Lucifer was misremembering.. or maybe even telling the truth and Alastor was the one forgetting.
"Well," Alastor mused, his fingers still kneading Lucifer's sore flesh, "I suppose there's only one way to test your little theory, isn't there?" His smile sharpened as he felt Lucifer perk up instantly in his lap, his eyes practically sparkling with poorly concealed hope. With a quick shift of his hips, he flipped Lucifer onto his back, the smaller man's eyes blown wide as he scrambled to grip the pillows beneath him. "But," Alastor added, "if you still can't recall a single lesson by the time you cum, tomorrow night's punishment will be twice as long. And you won't be getting fucked at all."
Lucifer hesitated, before nodding rapidly. That would be future Lucifer’s problem. Right now, all he cared about was getting Alastor’s cock in him as soon as possible. He spread his legs shamelessly, golden flush deepening as he hooked his hooves around Alastor’s waist to pull him closer. "Deal," he breathed, forked tongue darting out to wet his lips—already imagining how stretched and full he’d feel.
Fingers trailed down Lucifer's trembling thighs before hooking under his knees, spreading him further. Lucifer could feel the other man's erection under him the entire time he was being spanked, and now that Alastor was finally unbuckling his belt, the anticipation coiled tight in his gut. The soft click of the buckle releasing echoed in the quiet room, followed by the slow drag of leather through belt loops.
"Hurry," Lucifer whined, wiggling his hips impatiently as Alastor took his sweet time peeling off his belt.
Alastor rolled his eyes—a slow, exaggerated motion, just to watch the way Lucifer glared at him—but his fingers moved quicker anyway, tugging his slacks and underwear down just enough to free his erection. The cool air of the room kissed his heated skin, but the way Lucifer’s gaze latched onto him with near-religious devotion made everything feel ten degrees hotter.
Alastor’s cock was already slick with pre-cum, glistening under the dim light of the room as Lucifer’s eyes tracked every small move of it. His tongue darted out, licking his lips unconsciously, as if he could already taste the salt of Alastor’s skin. "Fuck, just- put it in," he whined, his hooves digging into the mattress beneath him, his thighs trembling with anticipation.
The demon flicked his wrist so the rest of his clothing wouldn’t get in the way. "So impatient," he tutted, dragging the tip of his cock along Lucifer’s hole, teasing just enough to make the smaller man arch off the bed impatiently. The man was already lubricated, so he was glad he didn't have to fuss with that part. With that, he pushed in—slowly, savoring the way Lucifer whined and his fingers clawed at the sheets. The stretch was always delicious, the way Lucifer’s body yielded so perfectly, as if he was made to take him.
Lucifer’s head tipped back, a moan escaping him as Alastor bottomed out, hips flush against his ass. "F-fuck," he stammered, his voice cracking. "More- please, just-" His pleas dissolved into a broken whine as Alastor pulled almost all the way out, only to slam back in with a sharp snap of his hips.
Alastor chuckled, his fingers digging into Lucifer’s thighs as he set a rough pace. "Now, remember this time, I'm one saying them once," he purred, his voice full of static, "lesson one—trust." He punctuated the word with a particularly deep thrust, reveling in the way Lucifer’s back arched off the bed, his golden blush spreading down his chest.
Lucifer’s mouth fell open, his mind already hazy with pleasure, his thoughts scattering like leaves in the wind. "Y-yeah- trust, got it-" he babbled, his hands scrambling for purchase on Alastor’s shoulders. "Fuck- Al, faster-"
Alastor obliged, his hips pistoning ruthlessly. "Lesson two," he growled, his grip tightening on Lucifer’s thighs, "accountability." He emphasized the word with a sharp twist of his hips, grinding deep, and Lucifer cried out.
"Fuck- yes- I- uhhn-" Lucifer’s words dissolved into incoherent moans, his legs trembling around Alastor’s waist, his entire body alight with pleasure. He couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, every nerve ending screaming as Alastor fucked him senseless.
"Lesson three," Alastor continued, his voice dropping into something darker, more possessive, "obedience." He punctuated the word with a sharp slap to Lucifer’s ass, the sting mingling deliciously with pleasure, and Lucifer sobbed, his length twitching helplessly.
"Mmhh!- Ah- yes- yesyesyes-" Lucifer’s voice cracked, his eyes squeezing shut as the head dragged against that sweet spot inside him again and again now.
"Hm.. okay, lesson four," Alastor mused, "honesty."
The blond gasped for air. "Mhm! Okay- honesty, yes, I'm so honest-" He babbled, fingers twisting into the sheets. The lie tasted sweet—because right now, Lucifer didn't care about honesty, or trust, or any of Alastor's damn lessons. All that mattered was the way Alastor was spliting him open.
"And finally.. lesson five," the demon purred, voice thick with static as he leaned down. "Gratitude."
The blond man nodded vigorously. "Yes! So grateful! Thank you! Fuck-" His words shattered into a whimper. The man above continued thrusting into him, cock slamming somehow deeper.
The taller didn’t slow or stop his relentless pace. "Now... repeat them back to me." His voice was rough, laced with radio interference, each word punctuated by another deep thrust.
Lucifer's mouth opened, but nothing coherent came out. "Uh- uh-" What had the man said? His mind was blank, pleasure-drunk and useless. A.. some starting with a... ".. mm- acceptance?.." He tried, voice small.
Alastor groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Try again." Surely he could recall one. Maybe even guess one correctly.
"Mmph- uhh- respect?" Lucifer blurted. Wrong answer—evidently—because the overlord got rougher, slamming into him so hard that the bedframe creaked in protest. Lucifer's blush deepened. "...uhm- communication?" His voice cracked halfway through as Alastor's fingers dug into his hips. Wrong. "Uh- uhhhh- sharing?"
"Oh, for fuck's sake," Alastor muttered, pulling out abruptly—ignoring Lucifer's whine of protest—and flipping him onto his stomach with a sharp smack to his already reddened ass. "You're hopeless," he growled, though his amusement was palpable. "Five lessons—five simple lessons—and you can't recall a single one." His cock slid back in with a slick thrust, Lucifer's breath hitching as he was filled again.
Lucifer buried his face in the pillows. "No- let me try again!" He whined, voice muffled and slurred—a pathetic attempt at bargaining, especially with how eagerly he pressed his hips back against the other's thrusts. "I just- ah- need a little more time-"
Alastor rolled his eyes, gripping Lucifer's waist tighter to still his squirming. "Darling, if you can't recall a single one now, after being fucked within an inch of your sanity, I highly doubt you'll suddenly develop a perfect memory if I let you ride out your orgasm."
Lucifer whimpered, his hooves kicking uselessly against the sheets. "No- no, don't stop-" His hands scrambled backward, blindly grasping for Alastor's thighs, his wrists, anything to pull him closer. "I'll- mmph- I'll remember, I swear-"
"Tell me one, Lu. Just one." Lucifer was slient for just a little too long—long enough for Alastor to sigh dramatically and slow his thrusts.
"Trust!" Lucifer gasped out, his forked tongue flicking against his lower lip as he twisted his head to glance back at Alastor with wide, pleading eyes. "Trust- that was one! See? I remembered!"
"Wow. I'm impressed," Alastor drawled, voice full of sarcasm as he gave Lucifer's hip a condescending pat. "You managed to regurgitate one word I've been repeating into your ear for the last twenty minutes." His thrusts slowed to a torturous grind, just enough to make Lucifer keen and arch his back, desperate for friction. "But let's be honest—you didn't remember that. You just heard me say it five seconds ago."
Lucifer groaned, frustration and arousal twisting together in his gut as he tried and failed to buck back against Alastor's leisurely pace. "That still counts!" he protested, though his voice cracked halfway through, betraying his desperation. "Come on, Al- just finish me already, and I'll- uhh- write them down afterward!" His hooves scraped uselessly against the sheets, his thighs trembling as Alastor's cock teased that perfect spot inside him without ever committing.
Alastor clicked his tongue, tilting his head mock-thoughtfully. "Hmm... no." With that, he pulled out completely, ignoring Lucifer's indignant squawk as he rolled onto his side, propping his head up on one hand. "If you can't recall a single lesson while I'm fucking you, I highly doubt post-orgasm clarity will do you any favors." His free hand trailed idly down Lucifer's spine, fingertips dancing over each vertebra, making the smaller man shiver.
Lucifer whined, pressing his forehead into the mattress as tears of frustration pricked at the corners of his eyes. His cock ached, neglected and dripping against the sheets, and the emptiness where Alastor had been just seconds ago was agonizing. "I can't," he mumbled, voice thick with want. "My brain's just- fuck, it's just melted, Al. You broke it." He twisted onto his back, his flush darkening as he spread his legs shamelessly. "C'mon... one more chance? I'll- nngh- I'll suck you off after if I get it wrong again."
Alastor sighed, deep and slow, as if Lucifer's incompetence was a personal affront to him. "Fine. One more chance," he relented. He rolled onto his back, stretching lazily, before patting his thigh. "Come here, darling. Let’s see if proximity helps that scattered little brain of yours."
Lucifer scrambled forward so fast he nearly kneed Alastor in the ribs, his hooves slipping on the sheets as he straddled the taller man’s lap. His cock, flushed and leaking, twitched against Alastor’s stomach as he settled in, thighs trembling with anticipation. "Okay- okay, I’m ready," he breathed. "Ask me. Ask me."
Alastor’s hands settled on Lucifer’s hips. "Lesson one," he purred. "What was it about?"
Lucifer’s mouth opened—then snapped shut. His brow furrowed, lashes fluttering as he racked his brain. "Uh- trust?" he tried, voice lilting upward in uncertainty.
"Good," Alastor hummed, his fingers digging possessively into Lucifer's hips. "Now, lesson two?"
The angel's eyes darted around the room. "Can I... have a hint?" When Alastor raised a brow, Lucifer hastily added, "Just a little one!"
Alastor exhaled through his nose, exasperated but amused. "Fine. It rhymes with responsibility."
Lucifer concentrated harder than he ever had in his existence. "Uh... capability?" The moment Alastor's grip tightened warningly, he yelped, "Waitwait- accountability!" His eyes lit up triumphantly as Alastor's thumbs stroked the crests of his hips in approval.
Alastor’s grin widened, his grip loosening just enough to let Lucifer squirm in triumph. "Mm, almost impressive," he teased, fingers trailing up Lucifer’s sides, making the smaller man shiver. "Now, lesson three."
Lucifer’s confidence faltered. He bit his lip, forked tongue flicking nervously. "Uh-.. hint?" he ventured, fingers tapping against Alastor’s chest like a restless pianist. "Just- just a teeny one? Please?" His voice pitched upward, eyes widening in a way that usually got him whatever he wanted—especially when paired with the subtle grind of his hips against Alastor’s thigh.
It worked, as usual. Alastor rolled his eyes. "Starts with an O."
Lucifer's eyes narrowed in concentration, his forked tongue darting out to wet his lips. "O...obligation?" The moment Alastor's fingers twitched against his hips, he yelped, "Obedience?" Loosened fingers. "Yes! Obedience!" He bounced slightly in Alastor's lap, clearly pleased with himself.
"No more hints," Alastor murmured, his fingers tightening possessively around Lucifer's waist, halting his celebratory wiggling. "Lesson four—go on." His smile sharpened as Lucifer's expression crumpled into immediate distress.
“Uhhh-" His fingers fidgeted nervously against Alastor’s chest. His mind was utterly, hopelessly blank—except for the pounding need throbbing between his legs. "Honesty?" Lucifer guessed, voice cracking. When Alastor's grin widened, he nearly collapsed in relief. "Yes! Yes, honesty- I knew that one!" He preened, rocking forward eagerly, his erection dragging wet against Alastor's stomach.
Alastor hummed, his hands sliding up Lucifer’s sides, fingertips tracing the dip of his ribs. "One left, darling," he murmured, static lacing his voice like a threat. "Lesson five."
Lucifer's mouth opened—then closed with a click. "Uh. Um." His hooves scraped against the sheets. "Fuck. Fuck." He whined, high and desperate. "Al, please- just- nngh- just fuck it into me?" His voice cracked pathetically, hips twitching forward in tiny, aborted thrusts against Alastor's thigh.
Alastor sighed—long-suffering, theatrical—but his hands slid down to grip Lucifer's hips, thumbs pressing into the delicate hollows of his pelvis. "Gratitude, Lu," he murmured, voice dripping with static. "The word you're fumbling for is gratitude." His grip tightened, stilling Lucifer's restless squirming. "And since you've failed spectacularly at recalling even one lesson without assistance..." His smile turned predatory. "Tomorrow's punishment will be twice as long. And you won't be getting fucked at all."
Lucifer's eyes widened in genuine horror. "No- no, Al, wait-" He scrambled forward, his hooves slipping on the sheets as he pressed flush against Alastor's chest, his cock trapped between them. "I got them! Four out of five is a passing mark!" His forked tongue darted out, licking a desperate stripe up Alastor's throat. "C'mon, please- I'll be so good tomorrow- I'll memorize all five, I swear- just finish me tonight-"
He tilted Lucifer's chin up with one clawed finger. "I suppose you're right... you did get a passing score." He paused. "But in order to make for the last one... recite all five lessons while I'm inside you. Do that, I'll let you have your orgasm." He poked the man's left cheek. "But if you cum or make a mistake... I'll stop immediately and leave you." Alastor grinned. "Sound fair?"
Lucifer whimpered. "Y-yes," he stammered, his blush darkening as Alastor's hands slid down to grip his waist. "But- Al, what if- what if I-" His breath hitched as Alastor's cock brushed against his entrance, teasing without committing. "What if I can't?" The admission was small, embarrassed.
"Then you'll learn ten lessons tomorrow," Alastor purred, and with that, he thrust up in one smooth motion.
Not a minute later, Lucifer was shaking apart atop Alastor's lap. "One?" The demon prompted.
"T-trust!" He gasped out instantly, fingers clawing at the other's shoulders, his hips stuttering in an aborted attempt to ride the cock splitting him open.
"Good," Alastor hummed, and continued thrusting up into him. Half a minute later, he slowed. "Two?"
Lucifer tried to stop his thighs from shaking, failing miserably. "A-accountability," he choked out, moaning as the man under him sped up in reward. The pleasure coiled tighter, threatening to snap—but Lucifer bit his lip, focusing on the words.
"Very well," he said, his fingers tightening around Lucifer's plush skin. "Three?"
"Mmm- ah! Ob- obedience," Lucifer whimpered, mouth opening around silent moans as he struggled to keep his hips still. His eyes fluttered shut—until Alastor's fingers pinched his nipple sharply, forcing them open again. He laughed softly, the sound full of radio distortion.
"Mhm.. four?" Alastor prompted, dragging Lucifer down harder onto his cock.
It took Lucifer a full ten seconds to gasp out, "Honesty!" A single tear slipped down his cheek, one that Alastor quickly licked up with a pleased hum.
"One left," he murmured, slowing his thrusts to the point where Lucifer whimpered in frustration. "What's the last one?"
Chest heaving, Lucifer stared down at Alastor, looking utterly lost. His eyes were glassy with pleasure, lips parted around heavy breaths. “Uh- uhhh-” The word hovered just out of reach, drowned beneath the rising tide of his orgasm. “Guh- mm-.." It was on the tip of his tongue—he knew it—but the deeper Alastor thrust, the more his mind unraveled. But with enough concentration, he gasped, "Gratitude?"
Alastor's smile softened ever so slightly. "Good boy," he murmured, ruffling Lucifer's sweat-dampened hair with a gentleness that made the smaller man blink in surprise. "You almost didn't disappoint me." The words were teasing, but the interference in his voice was gone.
Pleasure coiled tighter in Lucifer's gut, his thighs trembling with the effort to hold back—because if he came now, before the man verbally allowed him to, Alastor would absolutely stop and leave him hanging. Maybe even give him extra lessons. He swallowed hard as he fought against his own body's desperation.
The mentioned man narrowed his eyes at the sight of Lucifer's strained expression. He tilted his head, fingers still tangled in Lucifer's hair. "You can cum now," he murmured, static crackling faintly beneath the words. "Would you like help?" His free hand trailed downward, but he stopped at his stomach. "Or did you want to do it hands free today, sweetheart?"
Hands clutched desperately at Alastor's shoulders, tongue flicking out to lick his lips—dry from panting too much. "Both," he rasped, eyes half-lidded and pleading. "Both, please-" His voice cracked when Alastor's hips rolled up again, and Lucifer nearly sobbed. "I need- nngh- both, I need it-"
"Oh? You want two orgasms today?" Alastor's grin was pure mischief, his fingers tightening in Lucifer's hair just enough to make the man whimper. "Greedy little thing, aren't you?" His hand trailed up his chest before going back down, pausing near the leaking head. "Tell me why you deserve it."
Lucifer's hips jerked forward uselessly. "Al-" His voice cracked, lashes fluttering as he tried to form a coherent thought. "I-I remembered the lessons," he gasped. "I- uhhn- I said all five! And- and I didn't cum early!" His plea melted into a broken moan as Alastor's cock hit against his prostate.
Alastor hummed, considering. "Mm... true." His hand finally wrapped around Lucifer's length, stroking lazily. "But you did need hints." His thumb swiped over the head, smearing pre-cum down the length. "And you hesitated on the last one." Another torturous twist of his wrist. "So. Only one orgasm today, darling. Unless..." His grip tightened. "You can tell me why I taught those five lessons without any hints."
The pleasure was already fogging his mind, and now with the effort of holding back his impending orgasm, it seemed like an impossible question—but Lucifer clung to Alastor’s shoulders, his eyes wide with desperation.
Ugh, why had Alastor bent me over his lap and spanked me? Lucifer’s thoughts were a hazy jumble, his cock twitching pathetically in Alastor’s grip as he struggled to piece together an answer. Something about... trust, and accountability.. and- and obedience, and honesty.. and what was the last one? G.. I swear it starts with a g... gratitude?
Hovering on the edge of coherence, Lucifer’s nails dug into Alastor’s shoulders as the answer bubbled up—half-formed but there. "B-because," he stammered, "because I- fuck- I promised to meet with Charlie and the others, and I didn’t- nngh- lied about why-" His hips stuttered forward into Alastor’s fist. "And then- ah!- then I tried to blame the ducks, but you knew- knew I was just- ohfuck- just lazy- and- uhm-" His brow furrowed in concentration even as pleasure threatened to swallow him whole. "And I didn’t- didn’t say thank you- when you covered for me in front of Charlie..."
He was starting to remember... a little. About how he'd skipped out on helping Charlie and the others redecorate the lobby and lied about it. How he'd tried to pin the blame on the new hotel ducks in the couteryard. And worst of all, how he'd muttered under his breath when Alastor smoothly covered for him with some excuse he couldn't name. No gratitude. No accountability. Just a bratty little king who'd rather nap than keep his promises.
Alastor’s grin softened. "Look at that—your brain does work. Sometimes." His thumb brushed over Lucifer’s lower lip, smearing a bead of drool as the smaller man panted. "Two orgasms it is."
Lucifer's eyes snapped open, blown wide with shock—then immediately closed shut as Alastor's fist tightened even more around his erection while his hips snapped up to hit that sweet bundle of nerves. The combined sensations were too much, too fast, and then Lucifer came, his entire body seizing up as he spilled over Alastor's fingers in thick, messy spurts.
"Mmm.. wow, so much today," Alastor murmured, lifting his cum-slicked fingers to inspect them. The other's chest heaved, his thighs quivering even as the thrusting continued—the pleasure hadn't stopped just because he'd come.
Lucifer whimpered, oversensitive but still arching into each movement as Alastor showed no sign of stopping, or even being close to his own orgasm. Lucifer instinctively tried to squirm and wiggle away from the sensations—only to be held down firmly by stronger hands on his waist. There was no escape, not that he truly wanted one, it was just an instinctive reaction.
But Alastor knew every instinctive twitch of Lucifer's body—knew when the smaller man was genuinely overwhelmed versus when he was simply riding the edge of pleasure-pain. He tightened his grip, fingertips pressing bruises into Lucifer's waist as he dragged him down harder onto his cock. "Shh," he murmured, trying to soothe him without slowing.
The oversensitivity faded faster than Lucifer expected—melting into a low, simmering heat that coiled in his gut all over again. Though he wasn't hard yet, every nerve in his body was alight with the promise of more and so he found himself rocking back against Alastor's thrusts with renewed desperation.
Meanwhile the dick inside him was still rock-hard and relentless, driving into him with a steady but rough rhythm. But it still a lot, and Lucifer needed something to ground himself before his brain melted. So he did the only thing he could think of—he wrapped his arms around Alastor’s neck and kissed him.
The kiss was messy, more so because Lucifer's movements were sloppy and uncoordinated, his tongue flicking against Alastor's lips in desperate little licks. But Alastor indulged him, opening his mouth just enough to let Lucifer's tongue slide against his own before nipping at his lower lip teasingly.
Lucifer whined into his mouth, the sound muffled and needy, his fingers tangling in the messy strands of Alastor’s hair. He deepened the kiss—to lose himself in the slide of tongues, so he wouldn't have to focus on every nerve and muscle in his body lighting up with pleasure.
Alastor even slowed his pace so he himself could concentrate on the kiss—which was a rare occurrence—but then the other man started whining into his mouth, high-pitched and persistent, muffled only slightly by their lips still pressed together. The whine didn’t stop, rising in pitch until Alastor pulled back. He then clutched onto Alastor's neck tighter, burying his head into the shoulder there—but the whining still continued, now vibrating against his skin.
It was a noise Alastor could put up with, but it was normally short-lived—Lucifer would whine, then stop, then whine again. But this was continuous, and it was starting to get on his nerves. Weren’t his previous efforts enough? The smaller man had already cum once, and the second orgasm was surely building—so why the incessant noise?
His grip tightened. "Lucifer." Radio interference crackled beneath his voice, a warning. The whining didn't stop. "Lucifer." He yanked the smaller man's head back by the hair, forcing their eyes to meet. Lucifer's eyes were glassy, his lips slick with spit and parted around that same high-pitched, unrelenting whine. His fingers clawed at Alastor's shoulders and back, hips twitching in aborted little jerks, but the sound didn't stop. "Lucifer," he repeated, more static bleeding into his voice. "If you’re trying to communicate via whimpering, I’m afraid I don’t speak oversensitive brat."
Lucifer's whining crescendoed into a frantic, shuddering keen—finally breaking into garbled words. "'M stuck," he slurred.
Alastor blinked. "Stuck?" His grip loosened slightly, fingers still tangled in Lucifer's hair as he glanced down between them. There was no physical obstruction or odd angle—just Lucifer trembling atop him, his thighs quivering with effort. "Could you explain that, doll? Preferably in words?"
Lucifer pawed at Alastor's chest with clumsy hands. "Mmm- your fault," he whined, "stuck- stuckstuckstuck-"
His eyes flicked downward again, scanning for any sign of actual entrapment. There was none. But Alastor was genuinely perplexed—a rarity—and his brows knit together as Lucifer continued to whimper.
"Stuck how?" Alastor demanded, giving Lucifer's hair a sharp tug to focus his attention.
Lucifer gasped at the pain in his skull, but it cleared his head enough to whimper out, "Hips..." It was the only coherent word he could manage, his fingers clawing weakly at Alastor's chest. "Body... won't move."
"Ohhh," he purred, purposely dragging the sound out. His fingers trailed down Lucifer's spine, tracing the rigid tension there. "Poor boy overdid it, didn't he?" He chuckled when Lucifer whined into his shoulder again, the sound muffled but no less pitiful. "Shh, shh—I'll fix it." With that, Alastor pulled out completely, ignoring Lucifer's wounded noise at the sudden emptiness, and rolled them onto their sides.
Lucifer's body seized for a moment before going limp against the sheets. His chest heaved, golden blush darkening as his nervous system rebooted in stuttering waves. A thin line of drool trailed from the corner of his parted lips, dripping down his jaw and onto his neck.
Alastor watched the entire time, fascinated, as Lucifer twitched and shuddered against the sheets—his limbs limp, his skin damp with sweat, his chest rising and falling in erratic little gasps. His cock lay half-hard against his thigh, still twitching occasionally with aftershocks, while his hooves scraped weakly at the mattress in tiny, involuntary jerks.
"There we go," Alastor murmured, propping himself up on one elbow to properly observe the mess he'd made. He poked at the angel's face, first at his cheek then at his forehead. "Wonder if you could recite the lessons now."
The answer to that was obvious—Lucifer couldn't even form words at the moment, let alone recite anything coherent. But Lucifer seemed to gain quick control over his body, scootching closer to Alastor and tugging at his arm—demanding attention—but his hands were still trembling too much to grip properly. He ended up just pawing weakly at Alastor’s wrist, his tongue flicking out in silent, needy little licks against the air.
Alastor chuckled, catching Lucifer's wrist mid-pathetic-flail and pinning it to the mattress. "I'm here, I'm here," he cooed, putting them in a better position. "Though I doubt you're entirely here yet." His free hand smoothed back Lucifer's messy hair, amusement curling his lips as the smaller man blinked up at him with glassy, unfocused eyes.
Swiftly, Alastor flipped Lucifer onto his stomach, and positioned him on his knees—though Lucifer's arms immediately gave out, leaving his face pressed into the mattress while his hips stayed lifted. The Radio Demon lined himself up once more, his grin audible in the rustle of sheets as he pressed in without hesitation. Lucifer groaned, his fingers tangling weakly in the sheets as he arched back—more instinct than intent—his body pliant and oversensitive but still hungry.
"You're lucky I'm in such a generous mood tonight" Alastor mused, rolling his hips in slow, circles. Lucifer's answering whine was muffled by the pillow, his thighs trembling as Alastor worked him back open with unrelenting patience. "Otherwise I would have left you without an orgasm. But two? I'm shocked at my own kindness."
Lucifer's response came slurred into the mattress, half-muffled by saliva and the pillow mashed against his face. "Mffh... th'nk 'oo..." The words barely formed—more of a wet, shuddering exhale than coherent speech.
Alastor's ears twitched forward, clearly hearing half formed words instead of the incoherent mumbling Lucifer thought he was producing. He paused mid-thrust, leaning forward to brush the angel's sweat-damp hair aside. "Hmm? What was that, darling?" His grin widened as Lucifer turned his head just enough to reveal one dazed red eye. "Couldn't quite catch that."
Lucifer swallowed thickly. "Th-thank... you," he managed, the words clearer now though still breathless. His fingers flexed weakly against the sheets as Alastor resumed moving.
Alastor's grin softened slightly. "Ooooh, is that gratitude I hear?" His hips snapped forward sharply. "So rare coming from a man like you." Alastor said mockingly, but the interference in his voice was almost gone—something Lucifer only noticed when he wasn’t trying to piss him off. "Gotta say, Lu—might be the first genuine 'thank you' I've ever gotten from those pretty lips."
Lucifer whined into the sheets. "Mnoo.. th'nk oo plentee... when oo not here," he slurred, his words muffled against the pillow he turned his face back to.
Alastor’s grip tightened on Lucifer’s hips. "Oh? You thank me when I’m not here?" There was a dangerous lilt to his voice. "What exactly are you thanking me for in my absence?"
The blond man could barely keep up with the conversation. "Um- I-I- mmph!- uh- when- when you're gone-" His breath hitched as Alastor thrust deeper, dragging the head against that sweet spot inside him. "I- nngh- I thank- thank you for- for not being here- ah!- to s-see me- fuck- see me-"
Alastor stilled completely, his grip tightening to the point of pain. "Excuse me?"
Lucifer's eyes snapped open—realizing that must have offended Alastor. He tried to backtrack, but his tongue felt thick and clumsy in his mouth. "N-no! I mean- fuck- I mean when you're gone, I miss you-" His hips jerked uselessly against the sheets, oversensitive and trembling. "I just- nngh- I just thank you for not seeing me embarrass myself like this- when- I touch myself to you- ah!- when you're not- not watching-"
Alastor's grip loosened marginally. "Ohhh, that's what you meant." He laughed, though it wasn't in amusement or humor. "I thought you meant something else." His hips snapped forward again, making Lucifer gasp. "But no worries—we'll work on your phrasing another day."
Lucifer whimpered into the pillow at the promise of "another day" of lessons, the threat buried beneath Alastor's teasing tone doing nothing to quell the shiver that ran down his spine. It was hard to focus—harder still when Alastor resumed his rough pace instead of the teasing one—but he realized he didn't have to.
Alastor absentmindedly rubbed one of his thumbs against Lucifer's hipbone while still thrusting into him, silently telling him to relax and not worry about responding anymore. And the blond eventually got the message—letting his mind drift back into pleasure as Alastor picked up speed, his thrusts growing sharper, deeper, more erratic.
Lucifer's dick was fully hard again, probably hurting a little—but the pleasure drowned it out. On each thrust forward, the head of his cock dragged against the sheets, friction both rough and maddeningly inconsistent.
"Close," the deer demon murmured, static distorting the word. "Gonna fill you up, sweetheart—just like you begged for."
Lucifer keened, high and reedy. Because he was close too. The pillow beneath his cheek was soaked with drool—he could feel the wet fabric pressing uncomfortably against his cheek—but he couldn’t spare the energy to lift his head.
The deer man's pace stuttered suddenly—his hips jerking forward in shorter, aborted thrusts—before he buried himself to the hilt with a low noise. Lucifer could feel the pulse of heat inside him, and that sensation seemed to be the tipping point—his own orgasm ripped through him twice as hard as the first.
His vision whited out, hips stuttering against the mattress as he came untouched—a messy, shuddering spill against the sheets—while Alastor was riding out his own orgasm. His ears rang, his mouth hanging open around silent gasps as his body trembled through the aftershocks. The feeling kept coming and going in waves—his muscles twitching erratically—before finally ebbing into a dull, buzzing warmth.
Alastor stayed buried inside him, catching his breath with one hand braced against Lucifer's waist. He then hummed—pleased—leaning forward to press a kiss between Lucifer's trembling shoulder blades. "Good boy," he murmured, voice softer.
Lucifer made a weak noise in response, his entire body shuddering as he tried to process the aftershocks still rippling through him. His cheek remained plastered to the damp pillow, limbs too heavy to move even as Alastor shifted behind him.
"Pulling out, okay?" Alastor's voice was oddly gentle as he withdrew—ignoring Lucifer's shuddering whimper at the sudden emptiness. Warmth trickled down Lucifer's thighs, and he twitched weakly, too oversensitive to do much more than whine into the pillow.
He could feel Alastor moving behind him—the dip of the mattress, the rustle of fabric—but his head refused to move, his limbs leaden. A warm towel pressed between his thighs, wiping away the worst of the mess, and Lucifer managed a pathetic little grunt of protest at the rough fabric against his oversensitive skin.
"Shh," Alastor murmured, amusement threading through the static of his voice. "Just cleaning you up, darling." His claws scraped lightly against Lucifer's inner thighs as he worked, the sensation making the smaller man twitch and whimper. "Unless you'd rather stay a sticky mess?"
Lucifer managed to lift his head just enough to glare blearily over his shoulder. "Mmmph... no," he mumbled, tongue thick with exhaustion.
Alastor then forced Lucifer to lay on his side, spooning against his back as he draped an arm over his waist. Lucifer barely registered the movement—his eyelids drooping as exhaustion settled deep in his bones.
It took Lucifer three tries to lift his head from the pillow when he regained consciousness, his golden-blonde hair sticking to his sweat-dampened forehead. "Uh," he said intelligently. He looked over his should to find a very awake demon still holding him. "Did I... pass? The lessons, I mean. I won't have to do twice as many tomorrow, right?"
Alastor blinked slowly, his smile softening. "No, honey, you passed~"
Lucifer blinked rapidly, then squinted. "Wait- really?" He was surprised—because he'd been certain he'd failed spectacularly.
"Yes. But if you were hoping for another punishment... I haven't planned another, yet."
"The fuck I did," Lucifer slurred, his cheek still pressed into the pillowcase. His fingers twitched against the sheets, testing the return of motor control. "I barely scraped by with hints and begging." His tongue felt swollen, clumsy. "You never let me off easy. And hell if I'm not gonna—" He yawned mid-sentence, "—take advantage of it."
Alastor chuckled, the sound vibrating against Lucifer's back. "You're right, I don't." He nipped at the other's neck playfully. "But watching you try so hard was reward enough this time."
Lucifer rolled his eyes and then fell back into his slumber.