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[ 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.

[ Whatever covered the tentacles that Lucifer ended up having to magic out of his damned coat earlier that day is coming into effect here, opening up the smaller and forcing out some very intriguing noises. Or maybe that's the bite, which Lucifer moans when the sharp tips break skin, which Lucifer matches blow for blow as his claws dig in on Alastor's shoulder and his back, nearly around his side.

It feels like that slippery tentacle is trying to get up to his stomach, making Lucifer's eyes squeeze shut as he gasps with each thrust deeper. The heat of Alastor's cock against his is fierce, but it also gives the fallen a realization of the differences in their size. Lucifer is proportional to himself, though does that matter as much when the man is a proven shapeshifter?

Lucifer shifts his grasp so both hands are at Alastor's shoulders, giving him enough purchase to rock into the hand wrapped around both of them as well as the tentacle inside of him. He groans low at the dual feeling, even as his mind shrieks at him to stop all of this he is being a fool!

With gold dripping down his collarbone, he swallows wetly before speaking. ]

Then fuck me, damn it!

[ A long, low hiss escapes through his teeth as he feels the prick of claws digging through his shirt and into his skin. The pain makes his hips jerk against the other as he strokes them in his fist though he hides the moan that threatens to escape by pressing his mouth to the marks he'd just made and suckling the spot. ]

If you insist, your majesty. [ He breathes hotly against Lucifer's ear. The tentacle has barely enough time to leave the wet warmth of the demon's slit before Alastor is pushing inside as deep as he can go. Giving no time for Lucifer to adjust to the difference between cock and tentacle, he begins a punishing pace. One hand grips a pale thigh as the other hand braces against Lucifer's back to keep the demon king from falling back into the water as Alastor fucks him. ]

Fuck-!

[ The curse rings loudly into the bathroom as Alastor slams himself home, his whole body going into overload as it tries to decipher pain and pleasure from one another but given no time to do so. Alastor has no concept of slowing down but damn it, maybe it's for the better, given that none of this should be happening any how. Lucifer's forehead falls to somewhere around Alastor's shoulder, gasping audibly with every thrust in as it drives the breath out of him.

When Lucifer's vision clears, it leaves him looking down at himself and his eyes widen when he realizes he can see the rounded bulge of Alastor's cock set against the walls of his abdomen with every thrust, the visual making him groan loudly. As his hand finds the collar of Alastor's shirt, either the fabric or a fastener will go first because his mouth wants at the skin beneath. It's pure mindless, carnal reaction - as if either of them have had a single logical thought in the last several minutes - that as soon as the ashen skin is on display, his teeth find flesh and bite down. ]

[ His grin turns sharp and almost manic as Lucifer takes him deep and cries out a pleasured curse. After making a nice bruise on the demon's neck, he tilts his head down to watch himself sliding in and out of the other, Lucifer's cock going unattended between them even as his own gives a throb inside tight walls.

When Lucifer tears open his shirt, revealing the ashy skin covered in a downy coating of fur and crisscrossed with scars, it's Alastor's turn to cry out and push himself all the way inside, knot and all. The knot at the base of his cock grows larger and harder as he feels it popping in and out of the twitching hole, taking the rest of the blood from the Radio Demon's brain until he finds himself unable to do much more but give rough, shallow thrusts of his hips. ]

A greedy little bastard, are you? You want me to fill you with my seed that badly, king?

[ He hadn't noticed the knot. Not like he'd been given much of a chance to do so. So when Alastor pushes it home for the first time, it completely steals Lucifer's breath. All he can do is cling to the Radio Demon as his body feels like it's being broken in two but fuck every inch of him wants it buried inside of him. His face buries against that fur, blood pounding in his ears and arousal throbbing in time with his racing heart.

Dragging in a breath, there's some primal need to respond to that question that overrides any sense of humiliation or reason. ]

Hn- yes! Fill me... breed me!

Then you had better not let a single drop go to waste. [ He grunts out, claws digging into the small of Lucifer's back as he rolls his hips to grind himself. His free hand takes the other demon's wrist to press the palm of his hand against the spot where the blunt tip of his cock moved deep in his guts. When Alastor felt the increased pressure, his head tilted back and a curse fell from his lips. ] Fuck. I'm close.

[ No, no he won't, not when his body is squeezing around that knot every time it enters him as if it refuses to let go. When Alastor forces him to feel externally what he can feel internally, a whispered curse falls from his lips. His free hand slides around the other, grasping at the breath of his back and holding tight. With every thrust, Alastor's knot puts pressure against that spot inside of him, sending electric sparks through him. Some giddy, delirious thought creeps in, realizing he might just come without ever even being touched. ]

Give me everything. [ As he drags his claws across skin, mouth finding his earlier bite and lap across it to taste that coppery crimson on his tongue. ]

[ The movements of his hips grow jerky the closer and more desperate he gets to cum inside Lucifer. Particular as every touch from the King of Hell sends fresh waves of heat flashing over every inch of himself and the feeling of the tip of his cock rubbing at the male's palm through his own abdomen made him twitch and throb. ]

Fuck... fuck. [ He can't help but curse as claws drag over his skin and a hot tongue lap over the bite marking his shoulder. His own claws thread into golden locks to give a harsh tug, bringing Lucifer's face to his own so he can crash a heated kiss to his mouth as he finally finds his release with a growl rising from deep in his chest. ] Cum for me, Lucifer. [ He pants in between kisses, both hands grasping the demon's hips to move him against his throbbing knot. ] Cum right on my cock and let me feel how much you love it being inside you.

[ The kiss is brutal, a seeking hunger that lies in both of them, a clash of teeth and lips that holds nothing like affection or love but instead raw physical need. Lucifer groans into it as Alastor knots inside of him, when he can feel the demon pumping deep into him and filling his hungry body. It's right there, at the precipice.

Then Alastor combines that growled command and a pull of his body that drags at him where it is solidly locked around the pulsing thickness within and Lucifer is completely lost.

Lucifer cries out as his body clenches again and again, brutally stretched around that knot. It feels impossibly hot inside of him as his cock spills between them, but not a drop of Alastor's seed or even his own slick makes it past where the other has him plugged up tight. He jerks in Alastor's grip, little full-body twitches as he starts to come back down. Even when it feels like it's over, he can still feel those tiny aftershocks that briefly grip around the heat in him.

His head will only remain up with that grip in his hair, otherwise it's going to fall forward to Alastor's chest, but either way breathing hard with closed eyes. ]

[ Alastor trembles as he rides through the pleasure, tail and ears flicking as he feels Lucifer clench around him in his own orgasm. He continues rocking into the demon's twitching body, letting him slowly come back down to Hell bit by bit. When it seems to have passed, though, he finds his knot still too swollen to pull free just yet, though his knees have a slight tremor to them as he stands against the edge of the tub.

Arms coming around Lucifer's form, he carefully lifts the demon while keeping him carefully impaled on his cock. ]

Hold on to me.

[ He says, voice much softer than earlier as he uses the tentacles that emerge from his back to lift himself and Lucifer into the still warm water of the bath. The Radio Demon doesn't bother with removing his clothes, simply settling down and letting the king get comfortable on his lap as his shirt and pants get soaked. His shirt still hands open, scars and the downy fur coating his chest and abdomen on display, but that's as far as he'll go for now. ]

We may as well get comfortable. I do not think you want me to attempt to free myself while I am still hard, so I fear we will be here for a while.

[ How in the hell is Alastor still so articulate after that...? Then again, he doesn't have a knot inside of him as big as a baseball. He manages to hold onto Alastor through being moved, as if he has a choice for the most part, but once Alastor is settled down he can stop biting his lip as every tiny jostle sends another spark through him. ]

Like... my genitals remaining attached as they are. Don't intend to go anywhere.

[ He sighs against Alastor's skin, disliking as his mind starts to surface out of the fog of arousal. It means he has to start to realize what they've done and that fuck, he enjoyed it. And the asshole he despises is buried in his cunt.

Not at all awkward. ]

Never imagined that would be your reason.

[Practice, pure and simple, is the main reasob he's still in his right mind after that. Well... that and he wasn't in the midst of an actual rut. As intense as that had been, it was nowhere near what he went through while mindless and desperate with need.

Though that didn't stop his knot from staying rock hard as the demon's cunt clenched down on him with ever tiny shift as he moved them to rest in the water.]

You do not have much of a choice in the moment, do you?

[Loathe as he is to admit it, he needed that release. The tension that had simmered under his skin all day had melted to the point he no longer minded Lucifer's touch at the moment. Even if he felt the undeniable awkwardness from having just fucked the man he disliked the most out of everyone in the hotel.]

I hope you can begin to understand now. This is my curse in death after avoiding sex in life for... reasons. My form as a deer does not stop simply at the ears or antlers, but I go into a state of rut from time to time. And since I still abhor sex, I tend to avoid giving in to the rut when I can which makes me sensitive to touch.

Hence my reaction earlier when you climbed on me and from your little curse.

[ Immediately, Lucifer's mind makes that snap decision born of ten thousand years of seeing the worse of humanity - that whatever 'hell' Judgment decided for a sinner, they probably deserved. If they weren't shitty people when they were alive, then they wouldn't be cursed to whatever it was they had going on down here. Still, he'd seen a few sinners that even with his disgust of them, he thought the punishment was too extreme. He'd seen someone before who was just a walking fucking grenade. A couch. Had to be some kind of insane irony.

And Alastor did nothing to dissuade his thought about sinner's deserving their fate. He can be a seriously shitty guy. ~~Pot, kettle.~~

Bringing up a hand, Lucifer lays the palm flat on Alastor's chest and he'll feel the sensations rising and falling in him lessen - to a degree. Curse removed. ]

Not about to leave you as a walking time bomb, even if you deserve it. ...and got to say, nothing about what we just did suggests you abhor sex as much as you say.

[ Is it a conscious or unconscious action that Lucifer's body tightens briefly around the knot again? Alastor won't know, but it's definitely a conscious choice that Lucifer's index finger plays through the fur in an absentminded way. ]

[A brow arches as the other presses a palm to his chest only to lower once more as they knit together when he feels the sensations that had been overwhelming him to his snapping point deaden to mere background noise. The curse he'd been reborn into Hell with wasn't gone, but the one Lucifer placed on him earlier that day was. A long sigh leaves him as he settles further into the water. Attempting to focus on anything but the warm tightness still holding his cock firmly.]

Just because I dislike sex does not make me incapable of it. I know what I am doing and how to make others feel good.

[A small grunt leaves him as the tightness increases slightly around his knot. Making his hips shift up into the other demon as any hope to focus on anything but how good it felt was quickly going out the window. Especially with a finger trailing through the fur on his chest as he closes his eyes and tilts his head back against the edge of the tub.]

I have been dead for... quite some time now... meaning I have endured this curse... long enough to learn.

...why do you dislike it?

[ Consider him curious, and why not just ask? It isn't as if they can go anywhere and they might as well get it out in the open, or at least that's what Lucifer's telling himself rather than just being the curious brat he's been since his creation.

However, when Alastor shifts his hips like that, Lucifer shivers in response, moaning low in his throat before he can hold back the sound. Fuck, it feels like the knot is pressing into every sensitive nerve in his cunt all at once and just when he starts to get used to it, even the tiniest movement stirs everything haywire again and in turn, makes him want to roll his hips to get more. ]

Do excuse me if... I do not reveal all of my secrets at once.

[ At least not when it's getting hard to think again while it's taking everything in Alastor not to thrust up into the other demon. A small gasp leaves him as even that little shiver coupled with Lucifer's moan makes him shift again. Hips rolling slowly in the water as his claws grip the other's waist. Now that he's already started, it's hard to want to stop. ]

You are quite the greedy one, aren't you? I am used to people not wanting to let me go, but I would not have expected you to cling so tightly.

I'd say go to Hell, but I'd be too late. [ Lucifer pulls himself upright enough to give Alastor a mostly proper glare, if it wasn't for the glassy sheen of lust shading the look or the bright gold flush across his cheeks. At least with this change of positions, he can brace his feet against the inside of the tub and match the motion of Alastor's hips. ]

Calling me greedy? Pot, meet kettle. You're the one who slid up inside of me without even a 'yes'. You just caught me... in a dry spell.

[ Fuck you, he could be a little greedy right now. ]

How very funny you are. You host a comedy night at the hotel. [ He snarks even as Lucifer shifts around more, giving him that heated, flushed glare that have Alastor's claws grasping at the other's hips. Guiding them along himself as he pushes up from below. ]

A dry spell, was that? And yet you were soaking wet even before I began to fuck you with my tentacle. Though that would explain why you moaned so loudly when I came inside of you. Begging me to breed this greedy little cunt of yours.

I was not! [ He protests, his hooves scraping on the tub as fights for purchase rather than letting Alastor control him alone. Fucking hell... He isn't going to let himself think about how that tentacle felt inside of him. ] As if you weren't loud yourself when you came, or when I bit down.

[ His lips pull back, showing his teeth before sliding one hand down to roll his thumb over the bite mark on Alastor's chest. ]

Hmmmm? [ With a quick snap of his fingers, his staff stands at attention where it had fallen to the floor during their earlier fucking. The blood red glow becomes brighter as it plays back the sound of Lucifer's moans and pleas for Alastor to cum inside him in between the lewd, wet slaps. Yes. He has the reciepts. ]

Of course I am going to be loud when I am bitten. Just as you were. [ His breaths pick up as they grind against each other, his hips beginning to thrust harder to bounce Lucifer's body on him and allowing his knot to tug dangerously at the entrance to his cunt. Eyes narrow and his grin widens as he braces the heels of his shoes against the bottom of the tub. He knew there was a good damn reason he hadn't taken them off to reveal his own hooves. ]

Careful, Lucifer. I might just slip out.

[ There's a flare of nostrils and a sharp breath in when Alastor reveals that recording, heart momentarily skipping a beat. His claws bite in where they rest, growling under his breath. ] You're going to destroy that recording- or I'll destroy that microphone. Your choice, sinner.

[ There's an instinct that as soon as the knot tries to pull free, his whole body tightens up around it, trying to keep it and more so, that seed inside of him. ]

You don't want to slip out and we both know it. [ When he finds a way to wedge his hooves in against the tub, it gives him the ability to squeeze with every thrust in. Lucifer refuses to look away, challenging Alastor as much as the other is threatening him with those 'receipts'. ]

[ A chuckle rises up from his throat from the threat and those digging claws. ] I can simply broadcast that recording throughout the entirety of Hell, you realize. Once it lives in the radio waves, it lives within me. Or are you suggesting that you wish to kill me when you are riding me so well?

[ His hips slam up when Lucifer tightens on him, claws drawing blood and tinging the water around them with gold. Breaths hitching, he drags a hand up along the demon's spine to grasp his hair and yank his head back. Giving Alastor access to the pale expanse of his throat so that he could nip and suck hungrily. ] Perhaps not. But I can tell you do not want me to leave, either. I barely even have to move and you will fuck yourself on me, greedy boy.

[ This crass, smug, asshole! No one's ever dared to act like this with him, to talk to him like this...! His teeth grit together as the heat in his body flares at Alastor's lewdness. ] You broadcast that- and Charlie or not, you won't live to hear the end of it.

[ That much he can promise, his breath catching in his throat as Alastor's teeth prick at the thin alabaster skin and the pain of the hand in his hair goes right down through him. ] Just like I barely had to touch you at all and you were on me, little deer? Trying to bullshit me- about not liking this- but your body gives you away.

[ The tip of his forked tongue shows as he licks over his own lips, then whispers: ] Seems to me like you want a fawn in me just as badly.

It is quite adorable how you believe you can kill me. [ And perhaps he can. He most definitely can. But Alastor refuses to admit it. Just as he refuses to admit that having the literal King of Hell clenching down on his knot feels so fucking good. ]

If there is anyone at fault, it is you for placing that curse on me and triggering the desires I actively avoid. [ The realization to the implications behind that heated whisper makes his ears flick and giddy elation makes him snicker as he just. Stops. Releases his hold on the demon writhing on his lap, leans back with his arms draping against the edges of the tub and lets off a soft sigh as he stops moving entirely. ] So you do want me to put a child in you. Well, go on. Make me put a sweet little fawn inside you if you want it so badly.

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