Yes. My tail. [ He repeated, head tilting in curiosity as Lucifer's eyes closed and he began to purr as Alastor continued scrubbing his hair carefully. Once satisfied, he took the showerhead and began to rinse the suds free. Aftercare was one of the few things he could fall into naturally and didn't hate. At least not entirely. Cleaning his lovers not that Lucifer is a lover now... right? and tending to any of the wounds he'd inflicted once his senses came back in full. Undoing some of the damage he did not wish to last on the other demon. ] I realize everyone has full view of my antlers but the tail is... it does not fit my image. Let me leave it at that.
[ With a gentle hum, he grabs conditioner next, carefully massaging it into Lucifer's hair and slicking back the golden locks so they weren't in his face as he let them soak up the conditioner. Next came other areas that needed attention. ] May I? [ He asked, claws sheathing into the tips of his fingers as he dipped his hand beneath the water to slip in between the other's thighs once more. Not to pleasure him, though it was more than likely an inevitability given how sensitive he'd made Lucifer now. Alastor simply wished to aid in removing the shadowy substance still leaking from the King's ass. Whether he wanted to remove the cum from inside his cunt, though... he was still debating on that. ]
It usually is for those that have not taken notice to it. Essentially... it is the manifestation of many of my emotions. I channel the brunt of what I do not wish to feel, but it can only hold so much, so I am still capable of becoming overwhelmed as... you had the privilege to experience firsthand.
[ He certainly would not have pegged Alastor as the kind who would provide aftercare to someone he had just fucked out of their minds, but maybe that's doing a disservice to the demon. So, in a rare move for himself, Lucifer gives in to the urge to not move and let Alastor take care of him. It feels... surprisingly nice, with pleasant little shivers rolling down his spine. ]
Mmm... that tells me your tail is cute. [ His voice is dreamy in tone, exhausted but drifting and happy. ] I won't tell anyone. Gets to be my little secret.
[ Lucifer sucks in a breath as Alastor's hand moves between his thighs, everything down there so exquisitely sensitive. Still, he gives a little 'heh' of a laugh, not bothering to open his eyes or really move to even try to stop Alastor's hand. ]
The privilege? I think you mean the pleasure~ [ The heat from the water is certainly melting him, because moment by moment it feels like he is getting more and more limp where he is draped over Alastor, breathing in time with the deer. ]
[ When he's had to get used to giving others aftercare, it was inevitable that he became good at the act. After all, what better way to ensure the few partners he could trust with his secrets would return than to care for their needs in the aftermath of his feral fucking. ]
It is not cute because I am not cute. Do try and keep your facts straight, my dear. [ He chided, albeit gently as his fingers sink inside the demon's hole and begin moving gently to urge the shadow's seed to flow out into the water around them. ]
Oh, it was a pleasure, now was it? Here I was under the impression you despise me, my king. [ He can't help but tease as fingers twist and thrust leisurely. And if his hand curves so that his thumb can slip into the male's cunt... well, that's hardly his fault. ]
[ A quiet, nearly-a-moan slips from his lips as Alastor sinks his fingers inside of him, the ring and flesh within quivering in sensitivity as those long digits their work. His body practically gives a giant ? to his mind, as if so exhausted it's asking if it's supposed to get interested again, because it might be, while the mind tries to say no, all good, you can relax. That reassurance is quickly dashed when Alastor sinks his thumb into his knot-stretched cunt, making a disjointed sound of protest and desire. ]
Aaaah... of course I do. As much as you do me.
[ Turning that right back on the deer, but also getting his bit of petty revenge by reaching behind the sinner to lightly riffle his claws through the hair of the mentioned tail.
...maybe not all of his pretty revenge, though. ]
So, what do you want to call them? [ The mischief buried in a slight rasp and the arousal-thickened vocal chords. ]
[ Alastor keeps his touch gentle even as he feels muscles quivering around his digits. Exploring and mapping out that hole that had taken his shadow so well. He was almost tempted to do the same to the hole that he'd claimed. Almost.
But of course his attention had roused Lucifer to touch his tail again. Making the appendage twitch and his ears flick atop his head. Crimson eyes narrow in warning as he finally pulls his fingers free and sits back in the tub with arms loosely wrapped around the demon's waist. ]
They are simply... there. Nothing more and nothing less. [ He replied, tone turning a bit more stern. ] Would you enjoy it if your subjects pointed out how cute you are, my dear?
Never apologize!! I am just really happy you tagged again as I adore this thread ♥
[ Lucifer snorts as his words are mistaken, looking up with exhausted eyes up to the sinner. A tired blink, then with his chin propped up on Alastor's chest, he mutters- ]
My subjects look at me and call me short. [ His voice flat and he rolls his eyes the most he can before he lets his eyes close again. Alastor had done exactly that, after all. So had Angel Dust. Sigh. No respect.
The warm water feels nice on his bloated, sore body and he doesn't want to move unless absolutely necessary. ] The baby. What do you want to call the baby?
[ Listen. Alastor can't help but take things literal from time to time. Propping his cheek on curled knuckles as his elbow perches on the edge of the tub, he peers down at the king on his lap. ]
That is hardly the same as being called cute. Besides, you are capable of changing your shape, are you not? [ A genuine question born out of curiosity. Here Alastor had assumed that Lucifer simply preferred being small.
The question born after a stretch of silence makes him pause, ears perking straight up as crimson eyes blink in confusion. ] A baby? What baby?
[ Is that interest he hears in Alastor's voice? It's enough to get him to answer the question first, thinking how to explain it better than just 'yes' or with a shrug - both of his immediate first responses in his head. ]
I wasn't born looking like this. [ There's a pause there, practically thinking 'duh' in his head as everyone knows he is a fallen angel. ] Anything like this. We were only given more... human-like forms later. I think we were practice for your whole species.
[ There's something numb in his words, like reciting from a book, but it's easier to stay numb to talk of the past than let himself feel anything from it as much as he possibly can. ]
Mhmm, the baby. Or babies, depending on what chance gives us.
[ He couldn't help his curiosity when it came to these matters. Yes, he's been around powerful demons for the majority of his time in Hell, but few came to the same standards of power as Lucifer. Knowing that he himself could shapeshift to a degree, he can only assume Lucifer prefers this small, adorable visage he wears. ]
Is that so? That does make some sense given the humanoid forms many angels and demons hold. A precursor for what They were planning for Earth.
[ Much like a deer in the headlights, Alastor is frozen as he tries to determine whether or not Lucifer is making an attempt at a joke. ]
I... you have lost me. Is it truly that easy to impregnate you? I was not even in rut and... that was our first time so... truly? How are you sure?
Sorry I've been a bit slow!! Life has gotten surprisingly busy recently.
This is the form I was left with after the Fall, for better or worse. Fair bit smaller than my true form... it mattered less in Heaven. [ His shoulders shrug, keeping to his non-committal as if this whole conversation hasn't been strange, as if they aren't still naked and his guts filled with seed, and he hasn't brought up something world shattering in the slightest. ]
Doesn't seem like I've lost you at all. What, do you think I need to perform a shining miracle to get pregnant? Rut or not, you're still a man who came inside me... multiple times. I might be older than when I had Charlie, but not so old I couldn't have another!
[ He knows Alastor is going to try and murder him for this when he can't hold in the laughter anymore, but it feels like payback for his "punishments" over the last... he's completely lost track of how long they've been doing this. An hour? ...two? Something like that. ]
don't be sorry <3 life is constantly like that with me so i understand <3
Interesting.... [ The information was hardly world shattering for Alastor. Simply intriguing for the Radio Demon to learn of. He'd never truly thought much on why creatures look the way they do, particularly in Heaven or Hell. ]
I am simply... you are truly that easy to impregnate? It is a miracle Charlie does not have an army of siblings roaming Hell, if that is the case. Or am I simply a special case Sinner? [ He also can't help but feel like he's being teased in some way. The post coital high he'd been basking in replaced by a fog of confusion. ] I still insist you began this whole mess by climbing me when you could have easily retrieved your phone in another manner.
[ When Alastor does learn that Lucifer is messing with him, the punishments will be far, far worse than what he's already done. That is a promise. The King is just lucky that the Radio Demon wasn't in a true rut or he wouldn't have stopped at all. They would be in a cycle of fucking, sleeping and eating for a week straight and... perhaps he'll have to allow the little demon on his lap to experience it first hand. Particularly if he already enjoyed this little taste of what Alastor was capable of. ]
Ex-Excuse me? [ Lucifer's head comes up at that, frowning unhappily at the implications running rampant through Alastor's word choices. ] Did you just call me a slut? [ How fucking rude! ] No I'm not that 'easy' to impregnate, thank you very much. You just fucked me so full of your seed I practically look halfway there!
[ It did give him a bit of a belly, though the idea of this tiny, thin body swollen large enough to carry a child seems utterly impossible in many ways. ]
Asshole. [ With a grumble and he turns his head to put it back on Alastor's chest, closing his eyes. It's comfortable and warm and his legs aren't likely to cooperate with him, so the last thing he wants to do is actually move. ...Unless it is directly to bed. ...maybe with Alastor there because the idea of being alone after all of that sounds like a one way ticket to the literal depths of depression for him. ]
[ Alastor can't help but laugh, an honest, true laugh, when Lucifer glared up at him. ] If I were calling you a slut, majesty, I would have called you a slut. I am merely referring to your wife. [ Ex-wife? ] You were married for quite some time, were you not? You cannot convince me that you and she laid with one another just a single time to produce Charlie.
You are quite correct, however. You look quite swollen now that I look at you. [ He teased with a hand running down between them over the swell of the other's belly. ] Allow me to praise you for making me cum so much while not in a true rut. There are not many demons that have been capable of such a feat.
[ Alastor should leave. He was spent and filthy and could feel the beginnings of hunger set in. But... it was far too comfortable for him to want to leave and, well... it wouldn't be very becoming to abandon Lucifer in such a state, now, would it? After a few moments of silence, Alastor finally wrapped his arms around the other and summoned the shadowy tentacles to lift their bodies out of the water. ] I think we have been in this water long enough. We should dry off before it becomes cold.
[ Snort. Lucifer, for whatever reason he can't say, accepts Alastor's answer. Maybe because Alastor can be bat-to-the-skull blunt about certain things and insults tend to be just that from him. ]
No, pretty much every night we f- [ Realizing what Alastor started to pull out of him, his mouth closes with an audible click of his teeth and a rumble at the back of his throat. Damn the fact that Alastor physically acknowledging the current curve of his belly makes him shiver from head to toe. He's given too much to the Radio Demon tonight as it is. ]
And here I thought no one would top my score. [ His voice dry, but he does find himself curious enough to ask. ] Actually, I'm surprised you've done this with anyone at all. [ Oh great, Lucifer, that sounds like an insult. ] I mean, you never seemed the type to want to have sex, period.
[ As Alastor cradles him close and hoists both of them up, a phenomenon he is more used to than he'd admit (what, he had a very large wife!), he can at least take care of the 'filthy' part. With an odd-handed sweep of his fingers, it will rid both of them of the... exterior filth and leave them dry. ] Ta da~ [ The blandest 'ta da' in the history of existence, but Lucifer is getting the chance to enjoy something he hasn't gotten to do in a while - cuddle. ]
[ He smirks as whatever Lucifer was about to shoot back with was quickly cut off. Honestly, Alastor can only imagine what dirty little secrets he was about to spill out between them. ]
You shall simply have to work harder in order to maintain that spot, will you not, majesty? [ He chuckles as he sets them on the edge of the tub and swings his soaked lower half out of the water. Ah. That's right. He was still wearing much of his clothing. With a shrug of a shoulder, he extends his tentacles around to search for towels or... anything, really. Even a curtain would do to soak up some of the water weighing down his pants. ] Such is the nature of my curse here in Hell. When you are cursed to need sex during a semi-regular event, one learns how to do it properly and efficiently so that there is as little of a headache as possible during those times.
[ Suddenly, the water soaking him and the remnants of their sexual activities clinging to him was wiped away with a wave of a hand and the most deadpan 'ta-da' he's heard since Husk last showed off a card trick. ] Well. That is quite handy, isn't it? [ Well, at least now he could comfortably lead them to the king's bed. Given the way he was being clung to, he can only imagine it signaled one thing and well... given his inclination towards after care, he might as well give in to the silent request. ]
I do hope you keep your chambers locked. I do not think we want Charlie or any of the others to walk in on us, do we?
[ Well, he supposes that makes sense, even if somewhat news to him. How had Alastor been handling it thus far, then? A single regularly set up, a random choice per rut, or simply anyone he could grab and devour afterward? All three notions had their severe downsides, though the first would be the safest route most likely, but then who would be able to handle that semi-regularly? His curiosity was his own damn curse because now he wanted to know. ]
The door's locked. [ As if he wanted anyone from the Hotel to enter his rooms, but of course Charlie is, normally, typically welcomed. ...There are certainly things he would prefer her never to see beyond just having someone in his bed besides her mother.
The bed is a massive thing that, with a sweep of his hand, the dark emerald curtains draw back on one side and tie themselves back. Grey silken sheets and a mass of pillows make up a mess across the bed's surface, but a careful eye might pick up that it resembles a bird's nest in an abstract way, circular and piled. ]
...soooo has one person been subjected to your semi-regular needs or are you dealing with some unfortunate who happens to be nearby when it strikes?
[ Alastor's methods varied from seeking someone to temporarily entrust them with this secret of his and then consuming them should they cross any lines to simply isolating himself entirely for long periods of time and allowing the pain to pass on its own. Both choices were abhorrent, but at least the first was... ever so slightly easier to deal with. ]
Good. I doubt she would react well to seeing us like this. [ He wasn't naïve, after all. He knew there was still very little trust between himself and the Princess of Hell, even if he was slowly working his way into her good graces. Regardless, he would catch little moments, the hesitation to say something around him, the refusal to entrust him with a matter. She was sheltered and naïve when it came to the issues she sought to solve in Hell, but just smart enough to not trust Alastor completely.
A brow raises as he takes in sight of the nest-like bed, but Alastor makes no comment as he lifts them into the pillows in order to get as comfortable as they could. ]
Not in... a very long time. The last time was... perhaps a few decades after my death? He stuck with me for quite some time, got close to me. I... thought we could trust each other, but.... Then he met someone and things took quite the turn for the worse.
That was a little more than seven years ago, now, that we had our falling out. Since then I have merely... gotten by. Mostly by ignoring the need until I am able to come back to my senses.
[ After all, Lucifer had raised her to not take shit from demons!
It turns out that Lucifer really is a cuddler, because he immediately stays snug up against Alastor's side and tucks his head in close. He isn't going to comment on it, he doesn't expect Alastor to comment on it; it's just... a thing that is happening. Better to just leave it at that.
Besides, Alastor is surprisingly warm and he can close his eyes and soak up some of that warmth. People spoke of Hell being a place of fire and brimstone and eternal burning, but in reality, it was always kind of chilly in the Pride ring. Now Wrath on the other hand...
He listens to Alastor's story, and realizes he has an idea of who the other was speaking of. Seven years ago... it's hard to ignore when two power houses end up in a fight that nearly kills both of them, and it had been a major discussion between himself, Carmine, and Zestiel not long afterward. It had been one of the last 'kingly' things he had done before... before...
Before all the darkness in his soul rose up to swallow him whole. ]
...sounds like seven years ago was a bad time for us both.
[ Given how Lucifer had been clinging to him since the bath, Alastor isn't surprised to find the little king curling up against his chest. Pulling a blanket around the other's nude form, he keeps his arms curled up around Lucifer, allowing him to soak up the Radio Demon's warmth.
It was hard talking about the fallout with Vox, even now, seven years after the altercation that sent him into hiding. They had been so intertwined that Alastor almost believed himself to be....
No. He wasn't going to allow himself to think about it. Not if he wanted to stay there and not retreat into his lonely darkness. Consumed by the solitude he'd wallowed in for far too long. ]
[ Lucifer's voice changes when he speaks next, something dull and removed in his words in a method to try and protect himself from how deep the wound is behind them. He even unconsciously tightens up on himself, staring down the length of their covered bodies. ]
I woke up one morning alone. No note, no word, nothing. ...and it's been that way ever since.
[ There is little doubt to what this can be about - Lilith. The way his body slumps after he admits it aloud indicated that his self-created defenses against the pain aren't working nearly as well as his public persona suggests.
Why is he even telling Alastor this? The sinner is sure to use it against him, mock him... and now he's let someone fuck him ten ways from Sunday and he isn't even certain he feels guilty about it.
With a groan, Lucifer turns his face to hide it against Alastor. It was easier when he was just lost in the first pleasure he's allowed himself since she left and he didn't have to think about what they were doing. ]
[ Alastor notices the shift in the mood, hears the way Lucifer's tone changes. But most surprisingly of all, he feels a measure of... empathy for the little king. Even his shadow reacted, sliding itself against Lucifer's back to cradle him from behind with soft, chittering words of sympathy. ]
It is not as if I care about any of this, but... you are not alone now. Here. With us, I mean.
[ But, ah. Why was he even still there? He could just as easily melt into the darkness and return to his own room to rest. Leave Lucifer to wallow in whatever grief he was allowing to consume his mind for the moment and attempt to come to terms with the fact that he had just fucked the King of Hell.
And enjoyed it.
He'd enjoyed fucking Lucifer.
A lot.
Smothering those thoughts like an infant in its crib, Alastor pulls Lucifer's face up and kisses him on the mouth. ]
Sleep. If you wish to have me removed from your chambers when you wake up, so be it, but for now... sleep.
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they really are its ridiculous
not that Lucifer is a lover now... right?and tending to any of the wounds he'd inflicted once his senses came back in full. Undoing some of the damage he did not wish to last on the other demon. ] I realize everyone has full view of my antlers but the tail is... it does not fit my image. Let me leave it at that.[ With a gentle hum, he grabs conditioner next, carefully massaging it into Lucifer's hair and slicking back the golden locks so they weren't in his face as he let them soak up the conditioner. Next came other areas that needed attention. ] May I? [ He asked, claws sheathing into the tips of his fingers as he dipped his hand beneath the water to slip in between the other's thighs once more. Not to pleasure him, though it was more than likely an inevitability given how sensitive he'd made Lucifer now. Alastor simply wished to aid in removing the shadowy substance still leaking from the King's ass. Whether he wanted to remove the cum from inside his cunt, though... he was still debating on that. ]
It usually is for those that have not taken notice to it. Essentially... it is the manifestation of many of my emotions. I channel the brunt of what I do not wish to feel, but it can only hold so much, so I am still capable of becoming overwhelmed as... you had the privilege to experience firsthand.
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Mmm... that tells me your tail is cute. [ His voice is dreamy in tone, exhausted but drifting and happy. ] I won't tell anyone. Gets to be my little secret.
[ Lucifer sucks in a breath as Alastor's hand moves between his thighs, everything down there so exquisitely sensitive. Still, he gives a little 'heh' of a laugh, not bothering to open his eyes or really move to even try to stop Alastor's hand. ]
The privilege? I think you mean the pleasure~ [ The heat from the water is certainly melting him, because moment by moment it feels like he is getting more and more limp where he is draped over Alastor, breathing in time with the deer. ]
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It is not cute because I am not cute. Do try and keep your facts straight, my dear. [ He chided, albeit gently as his fingers sink inside the demon's hole and begin moving gently to urge the shadow's seed to flow out into the water around them. ]
Oh, it was a pleasure, now was it? Here I was under the impression you despise me, my king. [ He can't help but tease as fingers twist and thrust leisurely. And if his hand curves so that his thumb can slip into the male's cunt... well, that's hardly his fault. ]
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Aaaah... of course I do. As much as you do me.
[ Turning that right back on the deer, but also getting his bit of petty revenge by reaching behind the sinner to lightly riffle his claws through the hair of the mentioned tail.
...maybe not all of his pretty revenge, though. ]
So, what do you want to call them? [ The mischief buried in a slight rasp and the arousal-thickened vocal chords. ]
im sorry for taking so long on this 🙏
But of course his attention had roused Lucifer to touch his tail again. Making the appendage twitch and his ears flick atop his head. Crimson eyes narrow in warning as he finally pulls his fingers free and sits back in the tub with arms loosely wrapped around the demon's waist. ]
They are simply... there. Nothing more and nothing less. [ He replied, tone turning a bit more stern. ] Would you enjoy it if your subjects pointed out how cute you are, my dear?
Never apologize!! I am just really happy you tagged again as I adore this thread ♥
My subjects look at me and call me short. [ His voice flat and he rolls his eyes the most he can before he lets his eyes close again. Alastor had done exactly that, after all. So had Angel Dust. Sigh. No respect.
The warm water feels nice on his bloated, sore body and he doesn't want to move unless absolutely necessary. ] The baby. What do you want to call the baby?
thank you ;w; i love this thread too honestly
That is hardly the same as being called cute. Besides, you are capable of changing your shape, are you not? [ A genuine question born out of curiosity. Here Alastor had assumed that Lucifer simply preferred being small.
The question born after a stretch of silence makes him pause, ears perking straight up as crimson eyes blink in confusion. ] A baby? What baby?
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I wasn't born looking like this. [ There's a pause there, practically thinking 'duh' in his head as everyone knows he is a fallen angel. ] Anything like this. We were only given more... human-like forms later. I think we were practice for your whole species.
[ There's something numb in his words, like reciting from a book, but it's easier to stay numb to talk of the past than let himself feel anything from it as much as he possibly can. ]
Mhmm, the baby. Or babies, depending on what chance gives us.
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Is that so? That does make some sense given the humanoid forms many angels and demons hold. A precursor for what They were planning for Earth.
[ Much like a deer in the headlights, Alastor is frozen as he tries to determine whether or not Lucifer is making an attempt at a joke. ]
I... you have lost me. Is it truly that easy to impregnate you? I was not even in rut and... that was our first time so... truly? How are you sure?
Sorry I've been a bit slow!! Life has gotten surprisingly busy recently.
Doesn't seem like I've lost you at all. What, do you think I need to perform a shining miracle to get pregnant? Rut or not, you're still a man who came inside me... multiple times. I might be older than when I had Charlie, but not so old I couldn't have another!
[ He knows Alastor is going to try and murder him for this when he can't hold in the laughter anymore, but it feels like payback for his "punishments" over the last... he's completely lost track of how long they've been doing this. An hour? ...two? Something like that. ]
don't be sorry <3 life is constantly like that with me so i understand <3
I am simply... you are truly that easy to impregnate? It is a miracle Charlie does not have an army of siblings roaming Hell, if that is the case. Or am I simply a special case Sinner? [ He also can't help but feel like he's being teased in some way. The post coital high he'd been basking in replaced by a fog of confusion. ] I still insist you began this whole mess by climbing me when you could have easily retrieved your phone in another manner.
[ When Alastor does learn that Lucifer is messing with him, the punishments will be far, far worse than what he's already done. That is a promise. The King is just lucky that the Radio Demon wasn't in a true rut or he wouldn't have stopped at all. They would be in a cycle of fucking, sleeping and eating for a week straight and... perhaps he'll have to allow the little demon on his lap to experience it first hand. Particularly if he already enjoyed this little taste of what Alastor was capable of. ]
♥♥♥
[ It did give him a bit of a belly, though the idea of this tiny, thin body swollen large enough to carry a child seems utterly impossible in many ways. ]
Asshole. [ With a grumble and he turns his head to put it back on Alastor's chest, closing his eyes. It's comfortable and warm and his legs aren't likely to cooperate with him, so the last thing he wants to do is actually move. ...Unless it is directly to bed. ...maybe with Alastor there because the idea of being alone after all of that sounds like a one way ticket to the literal depths of depression for him. ]
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You are quite correct, however. You look quite swollen now that I look at you. [ He teased with a hand running down between them over the swell of the other's belly. ] Allow me to praise you for making me cum so much while not in a true rut. There are not many demons that have been capable of such a feat.
[ Alastor should leave. He was spent and filthy and could feel the beginnings of hunger set in. But... it was far too comfortable for him to want to leave and, well... it wouldn't be very becoming to abandon Lucifer in such a state, now, would it? After a few moments of silence, Alastor finally wrapped his arms around the other and summoned the shadowy tentacles to lift their bodies out of the water. ] I think we have been in this water long enough. We should dry off before it becomes cold.
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No, pretty much every night we f- [ Realizing what Alastor started to pull out of him, his mouth closes with an audible click of his teeth and a rumble at the back of his throat. Damn the fact that Alastor physically acknowledging the current curve of his belly makes him shiver from head to toe. He's given too much to the Radio Demon tonight as it is. ]
And here I thought no one would top my score. [ His voice dry, but he does find himself curious enough to ask. ] Actually, I'm surprised you've done this with anyone at all. [ Oh great, Lucifer, that sounds like an insult. ] I mean, you never seemed the type to want to have sex, period.
[ As Alastor cradles him close and hoists both of them up, a phenomenon he is more used to than he'd admit (what, he had a very large wife!), he can at least take care of the 'filthy' part. With an odd-handed sweep of his fingers, it will rid both of them of the... exterior filth and leave them dry. ] Ta da~ [ The blandest 'ta da' in the history of existence, but Lucifer is getting the chance to enjoy something he hasn't gotten to do in a while - cuddle. ]
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You shall simply have to work harder in order to maintain that spot, will you not, majesty? [ He chuckles as he sets them on the edge of the tub and swings his soaked lower half out of the water. Ah. That's right. He was still wearing much of his clothing. With a shrug of a shoulder, he extends his tentacles around to search for towels or... anything, really. Even a curtain would do to soak up some of the water weighing down his pants. ] Such is the nature of my curse here in Hell. When you are cursed to need sex during a semi-regular event, one learns how to do it properly and efficiently so that there is as little of a headache as possible during those times.
[ Suddenly, the water soaking him and the remnants of their sexual activities clinging to him was wiped away with a wave of a hand and the most deadpan 'ta-da' he's heard since Husk last showed off a card trick. ] Well. That is quite handy, isn't it? [ Well, at least now he could comfortably lead them to the king's bed. Given the way he was being clung to, he can only imagine it signaled one thing and well... given his inclination towards after care, he might as well give in to the silent request. ]
I do hope you keep your chambers locked. I do not think we want Charlie or any of the others to walk in on us, do we?
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The door's locked. [ As if he wanted anyone from the Hotel to enter his rooms, but of course Charlie is, normally, typically welcomed. ...There are certainly things he would prefer her never to see beyond just having someone in his bed besides her mother.
The bed is a massive thing that, with a sweep of his hand, the dark emerald curtains draw back on one side and tie themselves back. Grey silken sheets and a mass of pillows make up a mess across the bed's surface, but a careful eye might pick up that it resembles a bird's nest in an abstract way, circular and piled. ]
...soooo has one person been subjected to your semi-regular needs or are you dealing with some unfortunate who happens to be nearby when it strikes?
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Good. I doubt she would react well to seeing us like this. [ He wasn't naïve, after all. He knew there was still very little trust between himself and the Princess of Hell, even if he was slowly working his way into her good graces. Regardless, he would catch little moments, the hesitation to say something around him, the refusal to entrust him with a matter. She was sheltered and naïve when it came to the issues she sought to solve in Hell, but just smart enough to not trust Alastor completely.
A brow raises as he takes in sight of the nest-like bed, but Alastor makes no comment as he lifts them into the pillows in order to get as comfortable as they could. ]
Not in... a very long time. The last time was... perhaps a few decades after my death? He stuck with me for quite some time, got close to me. I... thought we could trust each other, but.... Then he met someone and things took quite the turn for the worse.
That was a little more than seven years ago, now, that we had our falling out. Since then I have merely... gotten by. Mostly by ignoring the need until I am able to come back to my senses.
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It turns out that Lucifer really is a cuddler, because he immediately stays snug up against Alastor's side and tucks his head in close. He isn't going to comment on it, he doesn't expect Alastor to comment on it; it's just... a thing that is happening. Better to just leave it at that.
Besides, Alastor is surprisingly warm and he can close his eyes and soak up some of that warmth. People spoke of Hell being a place of fire and brimstone and eternal burning, but in reality, it was always kind of chilly in the Pride ring. Now Wrath on the other hand...
He listens to Alastor's story, and realizes he has an idea of who the other was speaking of. Seven years ago... it's hard to ignore when two power houses end up in a fight that nearly kills both of them, and it had been a major discussion between himself, Carmine, and Zestiel not long afterward. It had been one of the last 'kingly' things he had done before... before...
Before all the darkness in his soul rose up to swallow him whole. ]
...sounds like seven years ago was a bad time for us both.
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It was hard talking about the fallout with Vox, even now, seven years after the altercation that sent him into hiding. They had been so intertwined that Alastor almost believed himself to be....
No. He wasn't going to allow himself to think about it. Not if he wanted to stay there and not retreat into his lonely darkness. Consumed by the solitude he'd wallowed in for far too long. ]
Oh? Dare I inquire what happened?
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I woke up one morning alone. No note, no word, nothing. ...and it's been that way ever since.
[ There is little doubt to what this can be about - Lilith. The way his body slumps after he admits it aloud indicated that his self-created defenses against the pain aren't working nearly as well as his public persona suggests.
Why is he even telling Alastor this? The sinner is sure to use it against him, mock him... and now he's let someone fuck him ten ways from Sunday and he isn't even certain he feels guilty about it.
With a groan, Lucifer turns his face to hide it against Alastor. It was easier when he was just lost in the first pleasure he's allowed himself since she left and he didn't have to think about what they were doing. ]
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It is not as if I care about any of this, but... you are not alone now. Here. With us, I mean.
[ But, ah. Why was he even still there? He could just as easily melt into the darkness and return to his own room to rest. Leave Lucifer to wallow in whatever grief he was allowing to consume his mind for the moment and attempt to come to terms with the fact that he had just fucked the King of Hell.
And enjoyed it.
He'd enjoyed fucking Lucifer.
A lot.
Smothering those thoughts like an infant in its crib, Alastor pulls Lucifer's face up and kisses him on the mouth. ]
Sleep. If you wish to have me removed from your chambers when you wake up, so be it, but for now... sleep.