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Angel found that Alastor was always a little more cautious and reclusive after they’d had an intimate encounter. These instances were temporary, but it wasn’t in Angel’s head.

Angel knew that the Radio Demon trusted him and he didn’t take any offense when his partner needed his space after something that had been new and even overwhelming to him. He was just happy to be able to share these new experiences with Alastor. It all still felt like some kind of dream to have this.

It may not have sounded like much to any other sinner, but having Alastor touch him to the point of orgasm and Alastor losing himself and letting go in front of Angel as well.. it was incredible. And it happened to be the most sexual contact they’d ever had together in their relationship of over a year. As far as Angel knew, this was the first time the deer demon had had sex with anyone.

Angel remembered that night so fondly; there were so few other things that turned him on like Alastor did, and seeing his antlered demon letting his guard down with Angel and finding Angel attractive and sexy as well.. it was one incredible drug.

So if Alastor needed time to take in what Angel had made him feel; to soothe his sensitive, deer-like nerves and heightened senses after Angel had fried them raw, that was just fine with Angel Dust.

They’d made a lot of big strides in their relationship over the past few months and it did seem like things became a bit more open between them since that last intimate encounter almost 2 weeks ago.

It was only months ago when Alastor had still been a bit skittish around him, especially around a more disrobed Angel or when he himself had toned down his usual attire. The deer demon seemed almost uncomfortable in more informal clothing around others than what he normally wore, like casual wear felt strange on him. But to Angel’s delight, he’d gradually started to become more relaxed and even confident when dressed down in front of the spider demon, even seeing Angel in less clothing without short-circuiting.

It made Angel think about the very infancy of their relationship when he’d noticed Alastor letting his gaze hold on him for longer when looking over the spider, especially when Angel was practically begging for the attention with outfits and other things. Alastor let Angel see more of him in return and even tried his best to be at ease with his guard down around Angel. To Angel’s surprise, he began reaching out to touch him in an affectionate way more routinely; brushing against Angel when they walked side by side in a way that Angel knew was intentional since it never seemed to happen before.

They started to cook together and Alastor would allow himself to be seen by Angel more frequently without his overcoat and with his sleeves rolled up, scarred forearms bared almost confidently as Angel helplessly watched him dice and peel vegetables with the skill of a man who knew his way around a knife.

Just in the last few months, they’d gotten so much closer. For example, Alastor didn’t keep it a secret to Angel any longer that wearing normal shoes was actually uncomfortable for him and particularly restrictive to his ungulate hooves. Angel learned that every day, Alastor was relieved when he finally turned in for the night when he could take off his shoes and let his hooves breathe. And they were sensitive hooves too, Angel grew to know- especially between his little toes. Angel had gotten to touch these precious appendages and he made it no secret how much he loved them dearly. Enough so that one of their more recent activities together involved sitting on the floor of Angel’s room while Angel tenderly painted Alastor’s dark hooves with nail polish. And Alastor actually agreed to it.

Angel himself had staggering insecurities about his own feet, but he’d be damned if Alastor were the only one making himself vulnerable that night for the sake of their relationship. So Angel allowed himself to be barefoot for once, showing off his talon-like claws and pawed feet to allow the other demon to paint his nails as well. They ended up side by side with Angel talking Alastor’s patient ears off about his childhood and how he got into dance when he and his sister took lessons as children. Rambling on as he coated Alastor’s dark hooves with a sheen of hot pink polish - which took a few coats to take - while Alastor concentrated adorably on his own task, trying not to move his foot from Angel’s gentle grip and doing his best to paint Angel’s own ivory claws a dark, shimmery maroon color.

Alastor admitted that he hadn’t painted much of anything since childhood (except his enemies in their own blood) and it showed when he clumsily tried to gain a good hold on the small nail polish brush between his claws to make his brush swipes more even. Angel had learned that Alastor certainly had fantastic dexterity and he took piano lessons early in life at the behest of his mother and he’d hated it at first until he learned to appreciate music itself.

After their hooves and claws were completed, Angel insisted that they both had to paint all 4 of Fat Nuggets’ hooves afterwards while they played ‘radio roulette’ - a game Angel had made up where Alastor would play songs from the 1900s-1930s and Angel would see if he knew the title or the artist. If they ever made it into a competition, Angel found that Alastor would definitively always win. His encyclopedic knowledge about music was truly incredible and he could pull any song title or lyric out of his head at any time to quote or describe any situation like he was speaking poetry.

Angel had been a little thrown by the Radio Demon’s behavior at first because it wasn’t infrequently when Alastor would spout lyrics and play music seemingly out of nowhere whenever someone unintentionally said something remotely similar. It always seemed to annoy the other members of the hotel, but Angel didn’t think Alastor could actually help himself. His sheer excitement for the topic was clearly genuine and when the radio music and noises started to happen more often when they were both alone together, as they became closer, Alastor seemed more self-conscious of his behavior and almost seemed embarrassed by his vocal and musical outbursts. But Angel had never minded and had even reassured him about it whenever he seemed insecure. Angel even told him that he thought Alastor’s enthusiasm was quite cute - even funny when it happened during more chaotic moments. Alastor actually flushed in response and blinked at him with slightly widened eyes afterwards and his radio sounds happened to be unusually chaotic for that day.

With all of the progress they’d made together and especially with their recent sexual encounter, Angel had been floating with joy for weeks. He’d never thought he could have all of this. He wasn’t owned anymore, he was in love, and Alastor trusted him.

So per Angel’s life normally, it was about the time when something would come along and royally fuck it up.

Over the last week, Angel had started to recognize some behavior changes in his partner that he’d seen before - just the year prior.

When it started to get colder outside and more grey at dusk than usual, he’d started to notice that he was seeing the Radio Demon less and less during the day and that he always seemed to be hungry. Alastor wasn’t cooking as much anymore as he was out hunting for his meals. Which was not entirely usual, but not when he was out all the time.

When Angel did see Alastor, he seemed more wired and stressed than usual. He became almost nocturnal and would come back in the early daylight covered in the blood of other demons. Dark scratch marks on the walls and floors developed throughout the hallways that drove Niffty crazy. Angel had actually caught Alastor frustratingly rubbing his enlarged, black antlers against the walls around his room at 3am once.

It took Angel an embarrassingly long time to realize that Alastor was exhibiting symptoms of his animal demon’s rut season. And Alastor was most definitely a male deer demon. It’s not like this stuff wasn’t totally normal for sinners by hell’s standards. Even Angel had weird spider shit that he had and felt compelled to do; even a yearly mating season of his own to look forward to.

When he’d noticed similar signs in the Radio Demon last year, once Alastor had started to become more irritable, clashing with the rest of the hotel staff, he became scarce and Angel didn’t see him at all for 2 weeks.

So when his now-boyfriend was starting to look very tired during the day, deep scratches started to appear scuffed onto the floors and walls, and his antlers started to branch out and grow, Angel understood what he was dealing with this time. However, that didn’t mean he knew the full extent of what happened to Alastor during this time of year, nor that Alastor was ready to share this part of himself with Angel yet.

When Alastor became more reclusive and somewhat more snarky recently, Angel was conflicted about how to handle the situation now they were in a relationship. He knew that many demons experienced a rut and he’d heard a lot about it through his job, but he didn’t know how it affected Alastor or how he handled it - much less on his own. His Alastor, with his general disinterest in contact unless he initiated it and his unique avoidance of carnal tendencies.

Angel had noticed when Alastor became more flighty and far more easily flustered, even with him, but Angel didn’t push him hard for too many answers right away. He knew that he had to handle this situation delicately because his deer was clearly uncomfortable with everything that was happening.

Over the last few days, Alastor had started to avoid him outright and that’s when Angel became worried. The last time they’d actually spoken recently, Angel had found a haunted look in the Radio Demon’s eyes and sweat on his brow before he stuttered through an excuse and teleported elsewhere. Angel damn well did not enjoy what he was seeing.

This year, Angel had done his own research and he’d hoped to arm himself with knowledge about deer cycles to try to best help his partner through his yearly struggles, whatever they involved. Angel did have a moment of conflict within himself when he thought about his options. Admittedly, if it were anyone other than Alastor going through a rut, he would have more than a good idea on how to help them through it - not that he’d want to do such with anyone else anymore.

Angel had known Alastor was asexual since before their relationship started. A few too many nights at the bar with a few too many drinks had loosened the Radio Demon’s lips and he’d revealed to Angel after some prodding that he’d never been interested in a romantic relationship or ‘pleasures of the flesh’ with others and Angel had essentially discerned the rest. It was later confirmed about two months into their budding relationship and at the time, Angel also learned that his partner had never had sex before and he wasn’t sure if he’d even be able to, even if it was with Angel. Alastor had explained it to Angel like he was ashamed of it, laughing it off that he wasn’t considered normal in life or in death - like he didn’t work right and he even essentially apologized to Angel for it. Like it was a problem or defect that he had to admit to Angel before the spider let himself get too deeply involved with him.

Angel couldn’t stand to hear him talk about himself like that; as if there was something wrong with him and that Angel’s feelings for him could be situational. And Angel told him as much. And when he felt like his hard-headed partner wasn’t truly listening, he used two hands to hold his face and look him in the eye as he told him that he loved him and that Alastor was completely normal. That sex was just preferences and Angel didn’t mind it if they never became intimate because he liked Alastor for who he was.

Angel knew he’d caught the other demon completely off-guard when his red eyes widened substantially and his smile slipped from his face for the first time Angel had seen. Alastor’s expression was first shocked disbelief, then confusion and awe until the latter overrode the initial emotion as Angel continued to speak. Angel told him that he’d respect Alastor in their relationship and if he’d ever wanted to explore intimacy further with him, Angel would be more than happy to show him and learn with Alastor as slowly as he wanted to.

Alastor’s radio went off-air and he’d stared at Angel for a long time after that. His lips twitched on his face like they weren’t used to neutral expression at all. He’d started and ceased trying to talk and legitimately seemed speechless. Like he hadn’t considered this possibility. He actually stuttered.

Alastor essentially asked him how Angel was okay with it when he knew that Angel enjoyed “relations” so much, and that he wouldn’t deny Angel his pleasures. Alastor seemed surprised when Angel just chuckled in response, toying with the Alastor’s bow tie as he moved his hands down, only a little bashful himself as Angel told his partner that he could give himself pleasure just fine - expertly even.

Alastor had blushed quite darkly, but he smiled again, even letting out a laugh a little manically in response. Angel noticed he was leaning in toward him whether it was intentional or not. And when he looked hopeful, asking if Angel still wanted to try being together, tentatively lifting a hand towards Angel, Angel took it in one of his own and accepted his offer. Angel asked to kiss him again on the lips that night, they’d only done so once or twice before. His Radio Demon was still skittish when it came to unexpected contact and he didn’t seem to know what to do with it. He was clearly inexperienced in this too. When Angel kissed his cheek for the first time, he’d frozen completely with a record screech and his eyes became static-laced for a solid 10 seconds. Angel had been a little concerned, but relieved at least at the sight of his adorable deer tail wagging rapidly.

Ultimately, in the current time, Angel was sure that his love was uncomfortable and he acknowledged that Alastor would not likely come to him for help even though Angel was determined to help in whatever way he could. However Alastor allowed him to.

As he crossed the hallway on his way to Alastor’s room, the scrapes on the walls became more dense around Alastor’s door. In fact, he could hear scratching and screeching reverberating from inside the room. Angel paused before he took a breath and knocked on the door.

“Hey, Al. Can we talk? I know ya-, don’t feel good.. and I think I know what’s goin’ on. Are you okay?” Angel asked, trying to be both subtle and quiet so no one else heard him, but loud enough so that Alastor could hear him through the door and the sound of his antlers scraping up the wallpaper.

The scraping and screeching sounds stopped. To Angel’s alarm, Alastor’s flustered radio tuning was so loud and distorted, he could hear it through the door. To anyone else it was disorderly noise, but Angel heard the desperate soundtrack of Alastor’s distress as clear as day. It was heartbreaking.

“Al-!” Angel started, now more worried than he was before, then suddenly jumping in surprise as the door cracked open slightly.

The sound of microphone buzzing spilled out into the hallway and the room was completely dark inside aside from the bright, glowing, red radio dials on his lover’s face. His smile was wide and painfully strained and Angel was alarmed to see that his face was blotched with what appeared to be dark, red-black blood under unkempt hair and antlers that had grown out significantly since the last time he’d seen them.

“Apologies, my dear, I am under the weather. Please come back another time.” His voice was hollow and laced with static distortion. And he was closing the door!

“Don’t you-, Al!!” Angel cried, trying to keep the door open with his hands against the wood grain.

“Al, look, I know yer in rut and yer sufferin’! I just wanna make sure yer okay! Can I please come in and see ya?” Angel exclaimed desperately and delicately, trying not to be too loud in case he was heard by prying ears.

Angel was startled by the state of his boyfriend through the small, open slot in the doorway and there was no way he would be leaving now if he was locked out! He’d be thinking and worrying about his buck all night.

Angel heard the Radio Demon huff and his buzzing persisted in a pensive way. His radio dial eyes remained luminous and unblinking through the crack in the door. It sounded like he was considering and Angel needed him to concede. He couldn’t stand to see Alastor like this for another minute.

“Please, Al, I just wanna help ya however I can..” Angel pleaded, hands curling against the door.

”..Angel..” Alastor sounded so exhausted and disheartened and it was breaking Angel at the seams the longer they were separated.

“It’s okay, Al. Yer gunna be fine. I know what yer goin’ through, handsome. I don’t want ya ta be miserable.” Angel felt tears come to his eyes as he spoke, more hushed, just knowing how conflicted and ashamed Alastor likely felt with himself this time of year.

Angel’s breath caught in his throat when those blood red eyes disappeared from view, but then the room door slowly opened.

Angel hauled the bag he brought further onto his shoulder before tentatively stepping into the dark room and closing the door behind him. The lights came on slowly, still dimmed, and revealing a tense Alastor in a state Angel wasn’t used to. Had he been in the dark this whole time?

The deer demon had larger, branching antlers slightly wider than the width of his shoulders. His hair was matted with dried and wet blood and his antlers were also covered in blood and dripping. Before Angel could panic about this, he remembered what he’d read about male deer in rut. Alastor’s antlers had grown out fully and they were shedding their fuzzy, vascular coating - their velvet. There were territorial scratch marks and streaks of his blood all over the walls from where he’d rubbed his antlers raw against them. The room frankly looked like a crime scene.

Alastor was breathing raggedly, shockingly shirtless under all of the carnage, and Angel had never fully seen his bare chest before. The diffuse scarring across his skin and the lean muscle that Angel had only seen in glimpses and peeks of was now in full view and Angel tried not to get lost in following the trails of light-colored lines across his dark skin and slim body. Angel had wanted to hold his deer demon from the moment he’d heard him outside the door, but now he was absolutely overwhelmed with the urge to hug him.

“Oh, Al,.. can I touch ya? I missed ya a lot these few past weeks, handsome.” Angel said smiling. To his surprise, Alastor stepped towards him, hunched and tense, but also open in his body language, and while his eyes looked so, so tired, they lidded and instantly softened at the sight of Angel.

“Angel,..my dear, I-.. hadn’t wanted you to see me this way..” Alastor said quietly, radio noise still buzzing in the undertones. He looked so downtrodden that Angel officially couldn’t help himself and he stepped forward and closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around the shorter demon.

“Al, oh, honey. Look at ya. Lemme help ya, okay? Talk to me..” Angel begged, holding his dirty and raw Radio Demon against himself and curling his fingers against the cropped hair on the back of his head. To his surprise and relief, while Alastor’s radio grew higher in pitch, he let out a long sigh and leaned heavily into Angel’s touch. He didn’t quite return the embrace, but that was more than fine by Angel.

“..Mon cher,.. I’m so tired..” Alastor said softly, his radio static only half-present. Angel’s heart sunk further and he held onto Alastor tighter.

“I know, handsome. Rutting is rough.. Ya shedding yer velvet now, huh? Does it hurt?” Angel asked gently, scritching the scruff of his neck with light claws and smiling when Alastor groaned aloud in an exacerbated way.

“Ha! Truly. It’s.. quite terrible! But how did you knooo-oh..?” Alastor buzzed miserably, trailing off when Angel’s scratching hand drifted up into thick, matted hair, toward his damp antler bases and Alastor’s record glitched and he hissed lowly.

“Oh. Is that a good sound? I’m sorry, I’m doin’ a whole lot of touchin’. Is this okay, Al? I’ve done some research to try ta help ya out. I heard yer antlers can get itchy when they’re like this.” Angel explained, tentatively easing the pressure of his hand off of Alastor’s skull. The deer demon leaned back into the touch of his retreating hand and his breath stuttered with a spark of microphone feedback before he leaned backwards abruptly, blinking eyes wide, clear, and now back to their normal state.

“Angel, you-? You researched.. my season?” Alastor asked with realization, looking up at Angel and searching his eyes with his own in bewilderment. Angel stared back, relieved to see Alastor’s gorgeous, ruby eyes instead of the glowing radio dials. His own multicolored eyes softened. Angel understood Alastor’s shock, but he also recognized that this said something about what Alastor felt he deserved.

“‘Course I did. I won’t just stand by and watch ya suffer fer 2 weeks. I love ya, Al.” Angel explained simply. Alastor’s ears lowered and his smiling mouth opened slightly before closing again, at a loss for words. Alastor’s ears flicked violently and he briefly looked away. Angel nearly gasped when he saw the gleam of tears in his beloved’s eyes.

“..I-, Angel. I love you, Angel. I’ve felt so very unlike myself lately, but I do still enjoy your touch, my dear. In fact,.. I’ve been craving it. Far too much. It’s all so.. immense. Too much..” Alastor shook his head and snarled, his ears twitching agitatedly. His radio static heaved loudly with him.

“It’s alright, Al, you can talk ta me. Tell me what yer feelin’.” Angel encouraged gently, soothing a hand over his upper arm comfortingly. Alastor seemed to sigh again and he leaned his head slowly into Angel’s shoulder, being careful of his branching antlers.

“..My head is pounding. ..My senses are heightened to an irritating, nauseating degree, my neck and shoulders are sore from carrying around extra weight. I feel irritated and ravenous all the time. My normally dormant libido is on fire and I feel the need to incessantly mark my territory. To mark you. If my faculties were not all present, I would have urinated on everything in this room. I’m always overheating and my antlers itch something fierce.” Alastor listed off angrily.
Angel stroked his hands over Alastor’s back, ghosting over old scars and pronounced shoulder blades while using another hand to scritch lightly at the back of his head. He felt Alastor shiver under his touch.

“That’s so awful, Al. I hate that ya hafta go through this every year. I know we’ve neva been really.. togetha while it was happenin’, but.. can I try some things ta see if they help? I know yer embarrassed. Ya neva have ta be around me.” Angel spoke gently, trying to calm his lover and taking in the musky smell of the Radio Demon in this close proximity.

Alastor buzzed with radio noise on Angel’s shoulder. Angel heard a low, repetitive brushing noise and despite how tense Alastor was holding himself, Angel felt his heart melt when he looked down at the sight of his little tail wagging enthusiastically while he was being held in Angel’s arms.

“Angel-, I..” Alastor’s radio noise screeched and warbled with his stress and his respiratory rate increased. Angel waited patiently and decided to give him a minute. He was having a difficult time articulating his thoughts and that was so unlike Al.

“..I want to, but, Angel, the.. desires I have are- inappropriate and unreasonable when I’m like this! They’d have me.. possess you, d-desecrate you. Take you for my use - like an animal- like those who’ve harmed you.. But I’d never hurt you, Angel! I wouldn’t, I promise you!” Alastor cried urgently. Angel was startled by the long-winded confession, not necessarily because of its contents, he wasn’t surprised by that, but the fact that Alastor seemed so guilty over them. Oh, his poor, sweet deer. He was a gentleman and the thought of harming Angel in that way terrified him.

“I know you wouldn’t, Al. I know you. It’s okay. This is normal for yer season and it doesn’t mean those urges represent you, handsome buck. I get heats, yanno? The.. reproductive urges are somethin’ else. I would want ta be bred even if I ain’t capable and I ain’t never thought a’ havin’ kids before-“ Angel explained carefully before radio tuning filled his ears again and Alastor leaned his forehead further into him.

Oh. He should probably avoid the breeding talk for now for Alastor’s sake. If only he knew how much Angel would love to ease Alastor through all of his latent sexual feelings, but right now wasn’t the time. At least not yet.

“What I mean is, this is just yer rut. I ain’t afraid of ya, Al, and I neva will be. C’mere, handsome, let’s clean ya up, okay?” Angel slid fingertips down the vertebrae of his neck and slowly eased in and pressed a gentle kiss to the side of Alastor’s head, at the fringe of his hair, before pulling back from his deer.

Angel led Alastor to his bathroom, flicking on the lights while the Radio Demon stood stock-still while his speakers played intermittent static and music interchangeably, while Angel took out a few items he’d brought with him. Alastor’s bathroom looked like most of their generic hotel bathrooms before customization, like it had hardly been touched at all.

“How’s a warm bath ta clean ya up sound, Al?” Angel asked, gesturing to the seldom-used tub. Alastor appeared unconvinced, microphone buzzing as he tilted his head slightly, smile tight in his face and ears flicking indifferently.

“I can wipe down yer itchy antlers and maybe strip the velvet for ya. I’ll wash yer hair of all that mess and give ya the head scratches that ya like. Whaddya say?” Angel tempted with a knowing smile. He’d come to know how very much Alastor enjoyed head and ear rubs over the course of their relationship.

Alastor sighed with a skip in his radio record and for a moment he looked conflicted and ready to decline, but then after a pause, he slowly nodded, agreeing to Angel’s terms.

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After only 15 minutes and some shy undressing, Angel had his nude, grime-covered Radio Demon in the tub filled with hot, steamy water and bubbles covering surface, obscuring the view of his lower half. Of course, he’d given Alastor his privacy when he undressed himself; Alastor was still quite a private demon and as surprising as it was to see him in such a state of undress prior to any planned, intimate activities, Angel knew his deer was stressed and he wouldn’t try to push any other boundaries more than he had to right now.

Angel had even completely ignored the signs of sexual arousal present in his partner’s anatomy for Alastor’s sake. He knew that the antlered demon could not help himself and his erection was out of his usually rigorous control in this stage of his rut. Angel wanted to make Alastor feel as comfortable as he could. There was no point in bringing up something he was obviously so insecure about at this moment. It wouldn’t have helped Angel’s goals of putting him at ease.

Angel had come prepared - he’d brought some supplies with him, intent on making this whole event a much more positive experience for Alastor than he was used to as long as he would allow his help. He’d even had a contingency plan ready if Alastor said no to his physical help - just some things that he could leave with the other demon to make the experience a little nicer for him - including the calming eucalyptus scented candle he’d lit and the lavender bubble bath he’d used. Angel had a feeling the other demon would benefit immensely from just a little change in his same old hell-scape environment of the prison cell he’d made for himself in his own room. And of course, a little clean up and some extra loving care.

It was both a slightly pitiful and pretty adorable sight - turning back around and seeing Alastor sitting in the bathtub. Alastor’s precious ears swayed and eased back on his head as he hunched in the sudsy water. The liquid was already murky with both bubbles and the soap of Angel’s bath wash along with the dark blood on Alastor’s skin melting off into swirls of black-red color on the surface.

To his credit, Alastor tried his best to relax, but he’d just never felt comfortable naked in front of anyone; much less in the hyperesthetic and constantly-aroused state he was in. Despite Angel’s comforts, he was still very self-conscious of his body’s reactions to Angel’s presence. He was guilty about seeing Angel as only an object of his carnal desires even if that certainly was not the case at all.

Though Angel’s diligent and not-unnoticed efforts to keep parts of Alastor concealed from view were appreciated nonetheless.

“I know it’s ain’t easy to relax wit.. all ya got goin’ on, but I just wanna try ta make ya feel good through it, yanno? Can I wet yer hair, Al?” Angel asked gently. His deer demon’s ears flicked and flattened at the sentiment and the soft tone as he nodded only somewhat reluctantly. Angel pulled out a large cup and filled it with the hot water from the tub next to Alastor’s slim form. He knelt next to the bathtub on a folded towel to remain close and comfortable bathing Alastor without being in the tub itself. Alastor’s smile was crooked and bashful, but even despite his insecurity, he allowed Angel to gently tilt his head back and soak his gore-covered hair.

The heat of the water sinking into his sore skull and antlers made Alastor hiss and groan, his ears fluttering against his head. It brought both a pleasant and slightly unpleasant sensation, but it did help to ease the incessant pounding in his head that had been constant for the last 3 days. The Radio Demon sighed with relief, ears flicking off a layer of water instinctively when the fur was thoroughly soaked through, hair limp and heavy, and he felt a bit like a drowned rodent. His ears swiveled as he heard the pop of a bottle cap and he’d realized that he’d closed his eyes under the sense of relaxation the torrents of warm water brought. The soothing, floral scent of the soap and bubble bath Angel used combined with Angel’s very presence and the heat were somehow soothing his fractured nerves.

“Gonna rub the shampoo in, okay, handsome?” Angel inquired softly. Alastor felt his face flush at the continued doting talk and tenderness Angel was so unabashedly displaying towards him. Alastor nodded gingerly, but still jumped a little when he felt Angel’s lithe fingers dip gently into his hair. Oh. Ohh.

It was such a different feeling from when he scratched himself.

Alastor’s scalp was so hypersensitive it was just touching the borders of painful, but Angel’s very gentle touches slipping between the locks of hair and expertly grasping and molding his wet, soapy strands were quickly pulling Alastor’s seams undone. With the soft rubbing of his hairline and the soft scraping of the occasional claws against his skull, Alastor felt his eyes close against the sensations absolutely setting his nerves alight.

Angel’s smile widened as the deer demon shivered down his entire body as Angel continued to rub the shampoo into his wet locks; the foam turning red under his hands. Alastor’s radio stations began to switch around erratically as he held back from letting out any noises of pleasure as Angel gathered his hair and wrung some of the soapy foam out. Angel watched the light play on the shine of Alastor’s wet skin taught over his strong shoulders and his thin chest as it rose and fell as his breathing became more ragged. His white scars seemed to gleam under the droplets of water that fell over his neck and back. Angel had to take a breath and hold himself back from reaching out and touching the appealing skin and catching those falling water droplets.

Angel was beyond thrilled that Alastor seemed to be enjoying the gentle ministrations of his washing. Alastor’s enjoyment was especially clear as he tremblrd and started to not just lean back, but lean up into Angel’s touches. The antlered demon tilted his head even further back, bearing his delicious-looking neck with another sigh as Angel’s hands worked slowly around Alastor’s damp, flicking ears.

When Angel gently massaged his fingers into the thin muscles of Alastor’s ear bases, the Radio Demon’s sounds turned shaky as he tensed up in pleasure. When he scratched two sets of claws softly against the sensitive skin of Alastor’s ear pinnae, Alastor’s heavily microphone-laced voice let out a groan in satisfaction and Angel could feel his dual-colored ears quaking helplessly in his hands.

“..Okay, Al?” Angel asked, checking in. Alastor only nodded disjointedly, closing his eyes again bashfully.

“J-just fine, dear..” Alastor stuttered just before Angel’s miracle fingers teased around his sturdy, thickened antler bases at the point where they sprouted out from his skull and Alastor had to physically bring his fist to his mouth and clamp teeth around it in order to prevent himself from making an embarrassing, high-pitched noise in response. When Alastor chuffed and abruptly pushed his head further into Angel’s rubbing, Angel had to lightly grasp into his antlers to keep him still and to keep himself from getting poked by the branching, ebony bone. Alastor quietly keened at the extra pressure on his sensitive antlers and the restraint. Angel’s eyes lidded with affection for his partner as he rinsed Alastor’s hair with the cup. Even the radio noise around them appeared to churn rhythmically like a pleased purring.

“Ah, ya like that, huh? I know yer antlers are usually a little sensitive, but that must be something else this time a’ year, eh?” Angel murmured rhetorically, trailing his wet hands up to where patches of velvet, matted with dried blood, were clinging to his antlers like dew. With great care, Angel took a dampened wash cloth to soak the sticky areas in order to loosen the debris and pull the shed velvet free.

Angel wasn’t quite ready or expecting Alastor’s radio noise to suddenly squeal loudly in response to the delicate treatment - ringing out with distorted static and beeping sounds as Alastor gasped and Angel jumped at the sound as well. Angel could feel the strands of Alastor’s hair and the short, soft fur of his ears rise on end with diffuse, bodily goosebumps against his arms.

“..Still okay, Al?” Angel asked tentatively after they’d recovered, to which Alastor replied in a more higher pitched, static-laced ‘yes’ than he’d intended.

Angel then gently raked his claws down the winding twists and turns of the sensitive spindled bone of Alastor’s antlers, feeling his entire body rack with a dramatic shudder before he actually bleated aloud; smacking a hand over his own mouth and his ears dropping in embarrassment.

”Angel!!” Alastor cried, alarmed at the amazing feeling, voice popping with static. Angel grinned wickedly and snickered at the reaction.

“Hey, yer okay, Al. Feels good, eh? Yer bein’ so good fa me.” Angel switched to a low, crooning tone of voice that he knew Alastor enjoyed as he used the washcloth to carefully soothe over the smooth, black branches, cleaning them of the excess skin of his velvet, blood, and debris while Angel felt the Radio Demon shiver and pant under his fingertips and lower his head.

Angel didn’t miss the increase in his radio humming and the static-laced growling under all of this close attention.

“A-Angel, I-, I should-, oh.” Alastor stuttered out as Angel started cleaning around his tingling antler bases with the washcloth, making his eyelids flutter in pleasure.

“-I should inform you that I’m- I’m becoming- ex-excited! In a sexual nature!” Alastor blurted out, almost alarmed, in between glitching reels of static. Angel had to keep himself from huffing with laughter as the spider was more than certain that Alastor had been at least half-mast this entire time - likely from the moment he entered the room - and this wasn’t surprising to Angel in the slightest.

“Al, yer in rut, sweetheart. It’s okay, it happens. Honestly, I’m a little surprised ya haven’t been on the edge a’ climax since I started touchin’ ya.” Angel replied casually, making Alastor’s head and ears bolt upright.

“Angel!” Alastor screeched, as if blasphemed by his words. Angel tried to maintain a straight face and hold back laughter as his lover cracked his neck to look back at him and his eyes glowed again with radio dials. Which, as Angel knew, for Alastor, this was just the equivalent of him clutching his pearls in horror.

“Seriously, it’s alright. I don’t mind. ..Listen, Al - only if you wanted to - I can help ya out with that. But we also don’t hafta do anything like that if ya don’t want to. ..I don’t want to make this weird or make ya feel forced when it’s yer season, but I really want to make you feel good.. You want me ta stop?” Angel asked tilted his head, a little conflicted, causing Alastor to look back at him, still panicked, but almost desperately.

“..I-..I’d really like for you to continue, Angel. I-, ha! I just have so, so many bizarre thoughts during this season! I.. I do fear that if we-, ah, -if we became intimate, that I might-.. that I may-, harm you..” Alastor uttered apprehensively. Angel paused and looked at the antlered demon more seriously. This was not a topic that he wanted misinterpreted in any way.

“Al, the reason I’d do any a’ that with ya is because I want to and because I trust ya. Full stop. I know when yer ruttin’ it makes ya want ta- do stuff like claim and breed, but it’s like fantasy, and I don’t always mind that..” Angel sighed.

“What I mean is, I would want this with you in rut, out of rut, whenever you want, if ever, you want. ..I get how strange this must make ya feel every year.” Angel said softly.

“It’s- exhausting!” Alastor exclaimed, letting out a nervous and exasperated laugh.

“..I want this with you too, Angel. Even if I’m not usually able-.. well, needless to say, I am quite ‘ready’ now. I’d like to-.. try, but, Angel, I must be under your command. I will not harm you. Do not allow me to.” Alastor said firmly, looking up at Angel with warbling radio tuning and stern eyes.

Angel considered him carefully and couldn’t accurately express how much having Alastor’s trust meant to him. He understood the assignment even if he knew in his heart that nothing could make Alastor hurt him in that way. But this is usually how they played their games anyway - with Angel leading the charge and his cautious deer following his lead.

“Oh, honey, don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll take good care of you. Let me finish cleanin’ ya up, babe.” Angel said softly as he started wiping down Alastor’s antlers again and Alastor whimpered very quietly as Angel worked. He slowly relaxed again into Angel’s soothing touch, and after a few minutes, Angel had Alastor’s antlers shining and stripped completely smooth again. The Radio Demon was left trembling, alight with sensation.

Angel finished soaping up the rest of Alastor’s scalp again, finishing working the shampoo into his hair and alternating between soft and firm touches which made the purring radio sounds in the background reappear and double down in their intensity. When he dug in with his fingertips while scraping the debris from Alastor’s hair, Alastor’s hoof actually started to kick out rhythmically under the water like a canine as Angel scratched another incredible itch. The encouraging reaction only made Angel scritch in harder under his ears and along the back of his skull. He felt Alastor shiver under his hands, breaths hitching as he tried to contain himself and his satisfaction.

Angel stared lovingly at his deer as Alastor’s dark eyelids once again flickered closed over his red eyes. Angel didn’t miss the way the muscles of his arms and his hips twitched and Angel’s lips upturned at the sides as he leaned in and cooed praises into the deer demon’s twitching ears. Alastor only leaned into him and bared his neck further to allow Angel greater access to his entire head with small grunts and whines as Angel massaged his head skillfully.

By the time he’d rinsed Alastor’s hair with the warm water for the 3rd time, the water was finally running clear down his broad shoulders and Alastor was almost completely lax in all four of Angel’s capable hands, nearly melting in the now lukewarm and very muggy water.

The water was ready to be drained and Angel planned to start again on finishing the clean up of the rest of Alastor’s long, lean body once he refilled the tub. Angel explained the next steps as he began to drain the dirty water while rinsing Alastor off further, but his Radio Demon just remained surprisingly limp and calm. Alastor was so relaxed and mellow that his head leaned back on the lip of the tub and his smile was loose and nearly slipping from his face. He seemed close to sleep.

As the muddy water disappeared down the drain, Angel used the faucet water to pour warm, fresh water onto Alastor’s body to rinse him off entirely. Without really meaning to, as the water level dropped, Angel eventually saw that at least one persistent piece of Alastor’s anatomy certainly wasn’t asleep between his legs, lying against his thigh. Or limp. Angel blushed and raised his eyes again as he refilled the tub with clean, steamy water. He grabbed a fresh washcloth and dipped it in the water, adjusting himself again into a kneeling position on the side of the tub. He prepared to start washing Alastor’s face when he looked up at him and paused when he found the Radio Demon staring up at him with an adoring, slightly sedate expression on his face. His ruby eyes were lidded and his smile was unusually soft; his expression was so gentle, Angel couldn’t help but to smile back coyly.

“Hey there, good lookin’.” Angel drawled, the words falling out his mouth flirtatiously as he reached out and gently wiped at Alastor’s cheek with the washcloth. Alastor looked unfairly precious with his wet, dripping hair and lowered ears. Angel felt his chest glow at the look and the fact that Alastor didn’t even flinch at his careful touch.

“You are, by far, the most beautiful thing here, darling.” Alastor replied smoothly, unrushed. Angel lit up at the compliment despite himself and his smile broadened as he reached out another hand to cup the other side of Alastor’s face opposite to the washcloth. He leaned in to press a soft kiss to Alastor’s damp forehead.

“Heh. Yer not so bad yerself..” Angel said softly. Before he could pull away completely to lather the washcloth, Alastor reached out from the water with a clawed hand and cupped Angel’s jawline, pulling him in tenderly toward himself for a kiss which jostled the spider and made Angel’s markings glow like starlight. Angel gasped and returned the kiss eagerly, tenderly, still holding Alastor’s face in two gentle hands. Delicate piano music played from Alastor’s speakers.

The fresh, clean water was now up to Alastor’s waist in the tub and Angel added some more fragrant bubble bath to the running tap. Alastor’s eyes followed him, darkening with intrigue.

“..Will you join me, mon amour?”

Angel’s eyebrows raised in shock at the sudden request as his eyes flicked from the water to Alastor’s adoring gaze, unsure if he’d heard correctly. Alastor’s radio tuning changed to a smooth, classical instrumental tune.

“..Ya mean, in the tub wit ya?” Angel asked, bewildered in a higher pitched voice. Alastor’s smile grew wider and more forward all of a sudden and Angel felt himself swoon a little bit at the sight of his gorgeous buck - damp and mostly clean, naked, most definitely aroused, with full, large, powerful antlers.. Not that he wasn’t handsome when he was splattered with blood, but normally it wasn’t his own blood and gore. His lover was beautiful.

“Yes, Angel. If you’d like. I do deeply enjoy your company and I feel.. fiercely protective of you when I’m- like this.” Alastor explained. Angel felt warm at the sentiment and tried not to look as excited as he was about what was to come.

“Oh, handsome, I’m glad, I’d love to. Yer so good fa me, Al.” Angel said gently as Alastor’s radio softened in response. Angel smiled as he began slowly disrobing to give Alastor a chance to change his mind before he settled further into Alastor’s space.

Angel was about to ask again, just in case, as he took off his shirt when Alastor shifted in the water, making room for him. Angel eyed him and Alastor’s ears shifted sheepishly on his head. His smile thinned in awe as he looked at Angel up and down.

Oh, yes. Alastor wanted this. His desire for touch was so palpable, Angel could see it in his eyes.

“..Can I get in behind ya, Al? I’ve got ya, babe. I’ll get yer back.” Angel asked.

Alastor’s face flushed and his radio tuning stuttered just a bit, but then he eased forward in the tub without another word. Angel slid easily into the tub after completely disrobing and eased into the hot water behind Alastor, reeling at the nearness of Alastor’s body and his broad, scarred back. He had to steel himself for a moment as they were both nude in the hot water and very close together. They’d still never had sex and Angel wasn’t entirely sure how far Alastor would want to go while in his rut, but he was starting to pick up on hints.

Angel had to bite his lip not to start cooing immediately at the sight of Alastor’s tri-colored tail at the base of his spine waving under in the water, wagging for him.

“..Permission to touch ya, Smiles?” Angel asked carefully once he’d gotten used to the water, leaning his head lower, closer to Alastor’s ears. Said ears lowered some and Alastor nodded, almost shyly.

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“Yes,.. you may, Angel.” Alastor buzzed quietly, his smile was still wide and present on his unmoving face, but his radio stations switching and tuning loudly and rapidly through his speakers exposed his underlying insecurity.

Angel eased closer to his deer demon’s back in the water with his long legs around him on either side in the tub. He placed his four hands gingerly onto Alastor’s sides and shoulders slowly - everything, every move he made, he made sure was slow and easy as not to rile or stress his already uncomfortable and sensitive partner. Angel knew he was treading a delicate line here between Alastor’s desires and his fears, but all he wanted was to try to ease his mind.

Angel caressed the lean muscles of Alastor’s tense shoulders lightly at first, feeling the Radio Demon shiver at the touch to his bare, sensitized skin. Angel lathered up some of his floral body wash into a clean washcloth and gingerly brought it to rub it over Alastor’s back, taking the initiative to continue to softly clean his partner. Angel watched Alastor’s scarred skin prickle up into goosebumps soon after brushing over it with his warm cloth; his record whirred and skipped as he tensed under the unfamiliar feeling of being washed by someone else.

Angel gradually acclimated the Radio Demon to his touch, rubbing over the coiled muscles of Alastor’s broad back and watching the water droplets play down the sharp dip of his spine down the small of his back and toward his waist. When Angel washed the suds down his lower back more firmly with the pressure of his touch, Alastor seemed to lean and stretch both into and away from it at the same time. His speakers spiked with static, his movements twitchy like he was ticklish.

“Atta boy, Al. Yer so sensitive, handsome, yer doin’ so well. This still okay?” Angel said lowly, toying with the short line of fur along his spine right above the base of his tail under the water. Angel stalled here with a hand and the washcloth stroking gently, waiting for permission to touch lower, knowing full well that messing with his tail was an easy way to rile the Radio Demon up in all sorts of ways. Angel could have sworn that Alastor’s antlers cracked and grew another half inch right there and then.

Alastor let out something like a strained grunt before his tail raised eagerly, nudging and beating against Angel’s tentative hands.

“Yes, please.. I’d like you to touch.. i-in whatever way you desire..” Alastor spoke very quietly under his own loud, but quivering static. Angel chose not to acknowledge the shaky quality of his voice and knew from experience that his deer was becoming progressively more aroused, yet his faith in Angel wasn’t faltering. Angel felt privileged that Alastor wanted him to continue, that his partner would want to share this side of himself with Angel.

Angel considered this carefully in his next few steps. Angel trailed a fingertips down the line of the vertebrae in Alastor’s back again and gently grasped his flicking tail. Angel weaved his soapy fingers through the soft, dense fur under the water and his tail writhed and jerked in his hand at the attention. Alastor shuddered bodily and his radio static heightened with a warped, mewling noise. Angel took this as positive response and massaged the short, sensitive limb with his hands from tip to base with fingers and claws sifting under all that fur and Alastor jolted, gripping the sides of the tub with black, scarred hands and unable to hold back in a shuddering moan.

“That’s it, Al. Let me make ya feel good..” Angels murmured, feeling heat like rising embers spreading in his own lower abdomen at his lover’s pleasured sounds even as he held himself back. He knew what his deer demon needed from him and that it seemed like Alastor was willing to try this with him.

Angel gently reached up and grasped the antlered demon around the chest with two arms and pulled him against himself until Alastor’s lean back was pressed against Angel’s damp, fluffy chest. Angel felt Alastor’s tail flicking rapidly against his groin, wagging eagerly and innocently at the closer contact, and Angel had to stifle a moan himself. With his two other hands, Angel soothed them slowly up Alastor’s sides under the water and wrapped them around his slim waist. Angel pressed the smaller demon to his front so he could lean in and speak close to his ears.

“Yer so good, honey. Bein’ so patient. I don’t know how you been keepin’ it togetha all this time. Can I touch ya more intimately, Al? Ya want me ta take care a ya that way?” Angel asked softly, keeping one set of hands gingerly stroking over Alastor’s sternum and another over the skin of his thin hips and waist. Alastor’s speakers let out a noise like a squeak before his record skipped, shuffling different songs all across the spectrum all while Angel held him.

“..Please, Angel. I can’t-.. I haven’t been-!” Alastor stuttered, sighing frustratedly, unable to complete his thought.

“..Angel, I’m truly rubbish at this, but I want to..-” Alastor finally forced out, grumbling only slightly, slouching in his resignation. Angel understood perfectly well what his flustered Radio Demon was saying.

Angel gently cut off his attempt at explanation, leaning down to kiss Alastor’s shoulder and then to trail light kisses up the side of his neck. Angel held him gently with arms wrapping more entirely around Alastor’s heaving chest and waist, keeping the squirming demon right where he was in Angel’s lap. Angel could sustain his very being with the sighs and crackles his deer demon produced in response. He adored the man in his arms and even if they never became more intimate, he’d do anything to ease his anxiety.

”Angel..!” Alastor whined tilting his head to the side to allow Angel more room and shuddering under the gentle kisses now to the other side of his neck on hot, sensitive skin. Angel’s fingers stroked over the smooth skin in between his scars on his chest, slowly smoothing over his pectoral muscles and nipples, getting Alastor used to his touch and at the same time, setting his nerves on fire. Alastor gasped and placed his hands on Angel’s legs on either side of him, gripping Angel’s thighs just to have something to hold onto.

Angel was thrilled to actually be able to touch Alastor like this, but he knew this would be overwhelming for his deer all at once, so he took his time massaging and stroking the tense muscles of his lover. Angel paid close attention to his erratic radio noise pitching and swooning in response to every touch almost nervously. Angel used his claws to trail multiple careful lines down Alastor’s strong back and over defined shoulder blades, knowing he loved being scratched there like this, and following the path that he’d cleaned earlier, feeling the Radio Demon gasp and shiver at the treatment.

When Angel brought his skimming claws and fingers back around his waist to trace curiously over his ribs and chest and Alastor growled, making the fur on the back of Angel’s neck stand up.

“There ya go, Al. I’m gunna take such good care of you. You tell me if you don’t like anythin’ I’m doin’ or anythin’ I’m touchin’, okay? Yer so good, so gorgeous..” Angel said gently, using his lower hands to ease lightly over Alastor’s hips and over his thighs making his muscles flex and jump ticklishly. His upper set of hands slid down lower over Alastor’s tight abdomen and Angel felt his deer shaking in his grip.

“A-Angel-, I’ve never-!” Alastor uttered nervously, flushed and shaky, his hands coming up to cling at Angel’s arms and his shoulder behind himself in almost a panic. Angel understood his apprehension as he had never been permitted to touch Alastor’s sex before and he hadn’t; they had always avoided it - Angel letting Alastor touch him or touching the Radio Demon elsewhere instead. It was very possible that no one ever had.

Because they were both staring at it, they both knew what was coming next. Alastor’s erection was under the water, but it could be seen between the bubbles, hard, prominent and nearly sticking out of the water in its excitement.

“I know, sweetheart. It’s okay. I’m right here and I’ve got ya. You’re doin’ so good fa me.” Angel said softly, talking down his jittery deer as calmly as he could.

Angel leaned over Alastor’s shoulder to get a better look and Alastor whined bashfully, clenching his eyes shut and turning his head to press his forehead into the side of Angel’s face. Angel turned his head and kissed his hair, fiercely protective of his rutting, vulnerable deer demon.

Angel hushed him softly as he gently cleaned his stomach and the charming, light trail of black and red hair that led from his navel to his cock. Alastor’s hips bucked upwards into Angel’s hands as he continued to hold onto Angel tightly.

“Ah! Please-!” Alastor’s speakers cried just before Angel carefully wrapped a hand around Alastor’s rigid, aching cock. Alastor groaned and lifted his hips as Angel gently felt along the turgid organ, getting used to its shape and heft under the water. He was a good size and he fit so very nicely in Angel’s hand. Alastor’s cock was larger than average, but still modest. Angel ever so gently squeezed it and Alastor whimpered, his whole body tense and panting in Angel’s arms; Angel felt like he was holding back a live wire ready to ignite.

“There you are, fuck, yer so big, handsome, so hard fa me..” Angel cooed as he stroked him softly a few times, taking the time to feel along prominent veins on the sides and circle the slick head with his fingers. The different kind of slick texture was able to be felt even surrounded by water and Angel knew that meant Alastor was wet and dripping for him.

Alastor groaned and his head leaned back heavily onto Angel’s shoulder as he then gently rubbed the soft washcloth along his rock-hard cock then cautiously over his tight, hanging testicles below, true to his original intent of cleaning before replacing the rougher texture with his hands again. Angel felt along his girth, feeling the tight swell of his impending knot at the base all the way up to the swollen head. He angled Alastor’s cock upwards and his dark tip squeezing out of his foreskin just barely poked out of the water

“Oh, Al, look at you. Is all this fer me?” Angel gushed playfully as he cupped the firm cock again and stroked more tightly over the loose skin around the head carefully. Alastor gasped and cried out, record screeching as he threw his head back harder, even further onto Angel when Angel delicately thumbed and stroked at the at the tender tip and teased back his foreskin.

Angel had seen Alastor’s dick before during their last intimate encounter, he knew that it was thick and knotted, and that it turned dark, almost black, towards the tip of him like the rest of his extremities, but he’d never held it. It was throbbing and so hot and alive in his palm. He stroked him more rhythmically, twisting his hand up around the head of his engorged cock and Alastor keened, thrusting eagerly into his fist.

“Ah! A- Angel, ohh, hells..” Alastor groaned, panting harshly and holding onto the spider demon with both hands for dear life. Angel adored the whimpers and high pitched noises he wrung out of him and if the radio speaker sounds were erratic before, now they were absolutely cacophonous in their surges and static. Angel was elated to be able to give him this pleasure. He knew Alastor had to be able to feel his own turgid erection, out of his sheath and ready, at his back, but Angel payed it no mind.

“Yeah, that’s it. That feels nice, huh? You’ve got such a gorgeous cock, just fer me. I feel yer knot already so big, yer so ready for me, ain’t ya, Al?” Angel said seductively, circling his fingers around the firm swelling at the base of his prick while Alastor whimpered. Angel couldn’t help himself - when his mouth started to run, he had a difficult time stopping it.

“Ya know what that knot means, handsome? What it’s for? It means you’d make a perfect stud. It’s good for breedin’ - locks ya deep inside yer partner when ya cum, so yer seed stays in and knocks ‘em up. Deer don’t usually have that, yanno, so ya must be real special. My Al..” Angel explained tenderly into his big ears as he stroked his deer’s hard cock, using another hand to grasp and tug softly as his balls as Alastor groaned.

To be honest, Angel wasn’t sure if Alastor had known what his knot was for, but he seemed distressed when showing it to Angel for the first time, and either way, it was incredibly erotic saying it out loud and just by feeling him throb and twitch in his hand, Alastor thought so too. He was close, Angel could feel it in his hitching breaths.

“God, Angel! Ah-, ha, I can’t- I’m going to-!“ Alastor sobbed as he tensed up even further, his body quaking and hips curling in, fucking into Angel’s tight fist as Angel guided him through his release.

“That’s so good, Al, fuck, yer perfect. Go ahead and cum, babe, I’ve got ya, I got ya.” Angel soothed, pumping Alastor through his orgasm and increasing the pressure on his swollen knot as he wailed- his cock jerking and shooting his load into the water; a particularly strong spurt breaking the surface of the water catching on his gleaming, heaving chest.

Angel hushed him and stroked him through it, prolonging the agonizing pleasure until Alastor’s cock was done pulsing and his sac was empty. Angel let go of him at the first signs of hypersensitivity, choosing to lay soft kisses on his exposed throat and jawline as his thin body finished seizing in his grip and finally went lax, his grip on Angel’s limbs loosening, panting, and emitting high-pitched static.

“That’s it. Such a good boy - a good buck. You had so much to give, handsome..” Angel cooed softly. The Radio Demon leaned his head on Angel’s shoulder and tried to catch his breath for a minute as Angel held onto him supportively as his muscles trembled and twitched in aftershocks.

His deer tried a few times to open his mouth and talk, but the first few tries, all that came out were speaker noises and radio tuning. It was just the sound of Alastor’s ragged breathing and static in the air for a few minutes as Angel waited for him to calm down.

“..Oh.. Oh, Angel. I- I didn’t know-,..” Alastor finally crackled out, shuddering and turning to face Angel with wide, shining ruby eyes - awe in his gaze. His face was still flushed with pink and his ears tilted downward at a strange angle, but then he looked panicked again.

“Angel, you smell-, I can smell and feel your- excitement, my dear. My mate. H-how can I take care of you, Angel??” Alastor asked, ears now upright and alert, turning himself in Angel’s lap. Angel sighed at the language, but just held him tighter and shook his head, smiling gently.

“Ah, ah, it’s okay, cuore mio (my heart). You’re mine and this is about you right now.” Angel said protectively, stroking his fingers over Alastor’s belly comfortingly. He knew Alastor would resist so he continued.

“We gotta get cleaned up again, hm? Not that I really mind being covered in yer spend, yanno..” Angel suggested, eyes lidded, flirtatiously stretching his legs out in the tub around his partner. Alastor glitched, his rosy blush spreading down his neck and onto his chest as his speakers emitted microphone feedback.

For a moment, Alastor appeared too scandalized to even speak, eyes wide and smiling mouth open like when they’d first met, and Angel had to put a hand over his mouth to hide his mirth. Just before he felt a cool breeze after the water around them in the tub disappeared completely, along with the residues that came with it; without even a snap. Angel blinked, eyebrows rising, and he looked down - they were still damp, but clean.

“Oh, y- mmh!” Angel started just before Alastor was kissing him on the lips. He’d turned around in the tub and had cupped his cheek, the kiss was passionate and Angel returned it eagerly, placing a gentle hand in Alastor’s hair on the back of his head, turning one kiss into multiple.

When they parted for air, Alastor’s scarlet eyes were glowing and so were the pink rings of Angel’s pupils, desire still palpable and dense in the air between them.

“..Angel,.. would you like to-, I mean, do you want..?” Alastor asked quietly, hushed under his static buzzing loosely in the background. Angel’s eyes lit up as he lovingly searched Alastor’s face, understanding exactly what his lover was getting at. He was so proud of his Radio Demon and he couldn’t love him any more if he tried.

Angel’s fingers stroked the hair under his grip down the back of Alastor’s neck as the edges of his lips pulled up into a sly smile.

“If yer askin’ me ta stay wit ya and help ya through this, I’d be honored..” Angel said coyly, grin widening as he bit his lip and leaned in to whisper his next words into Alastor’s ears.

“..If yer also askin’ me if I want ya inside me fer the duration of yer rut to see how well that knot a’ yours works, I’d love to, babe.” Angel said lustily, half hoping this wouldn’t be too much or coming on too strong for his sensitive beau.

Alastor’s eyes widened and he let out something like a groan and looked at Angel nearly pained.

“..You will be the death of me, mon cher.” Alastor uttered helplessly, smile tight and brows furrowed. Angel’s smug smile only grew more charming on his face.

“..Breed me, my handsome buck?” Angel asked simply, eyes sparkling with mischief. Alastor’s eyebrows reached his hairline, his eyes lit up, and his record scratched again. A shuddering growl escaped the deer demon sending a shiver down Angel’s spine and right to his still hard cock. Before he knew it, they were both on Alastor’s bed with the Radio Demon kneeling above him in between his legs.

Angel’s heart skipped a beat in anticipation of what was to come. When their eyes met, Alastor gazed down at Angel worshipfully before his nerves started to kick in and his ears flicked anxiously. Angel caught it and lifted a hand to touch his face softly.

“..We’ll take this slow, okay?” Angel reassured gently. Alastor nodded slowly, easing closer to the spider demon. Big antlers, broad shoulders, and sharp claws and all, Alastor was still nervous, but he looked at Angel like he meant everything.

“..I love you, Angel.” Alastor said tenderly like he wanted to make sure Angel knew before they moved forward with anything more. Angel’s heart melted immediately and emotions like flowers bloomed and blossomed in his chest; familiar and unfamiliar all at once.

“I love you too, Al.” Angel replied softly, hoping that his actions would speak what words simply couldn’t adequately express before leaning up for another tender kiss.