Date: 2024-05-28 08:00 am (UTC)
acestrawberrypimp: (Alastor (179))
[ His grin turns sharp as he wills the tentacle deeper inside the other demon. Thrusting mercilessly to make him writhe and moan even further. When Lucifer's writhing presses him against Alastor's fangs, he tastes the king's golden blood on his tongue and laps at it eagerly.

This was the exact reason he avoided being touched too much and controlled what touches people gave him by initiating the contact first. Making sure it would be somewhere innocuous where it couldn't trigger the low, simmering heat that lived under his skin. He hasn't indulged his ruts in quite some time, in spite of the many offers (mostly from Angel Dust) of sex, there was no one currently at the hotel that he could fully trust with the knowledge of what Alastor was capable of. ]


I believe it is far too late for that, dear. [ Opening the front of his trousers, the Radio Demon finally freed his erection from the confines. The length of him seemed almost intimidating as he grasped both of their cocks and began to stroke them slowly. The barest hint of his knot was present right at the base of his cock, inflating bit by bit as the tentacle fucked the King of Hell open getting him ready for his cock as it began to ache to be inside him. ] I hate you more.
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