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Lucifer was wound up and stressed out to measures that even his whole domain couldn't contain. So the fact that his door slammed shut a little harder than needed, or that his hat missed its mark when he tossed it, really didn't surprise him.
Lucifer needed to unwind. Decompress. And he needed it right the fuck now.
He stripped out of his clothes, no care for the trail he left that led to his en-suite. He already had a bath drawn with the hottest water his skin could withstand. For added measure, he dropped in one of his favorite bath bombs, courtesy of Angel Dust a couple of months back. This was a ‘pamper himself’ kind of night.
His underwear was the last thing discarded before he finally climbed into his well deserved bath. The hot water alone worked wonders on his tense muscles. A sigh escaped him as he leaned back, eyes closed, and he let the water cradle him for some relaxing moments.
Those few moments felt like heaven.
Not everlasting, however, as he sat back up, the water rippling with his movement. Today had been... Not as bad as it could've been, he supposed. But a lot worse than he felt he should've been forced to endure. Between Mammon’s whining, Asmodeus's anger, and Bee bitching about the vibes tasting rancid, Lucifer was positive the Sins meeting he'd been forced to mediate could have gone more productively.
As if that exhausting shit show wasn’t enough, he then had to come back to the hotel to – not his daughter, no! That would be kind – to Alastor!!! The sinner had changed his decor again, not to mention decided that, since Lucifer was out ‘ enjoying his time while the rest of them worked on his daughters dream without him, ’ then the king could be in charge of all the needed repairs from that day's bout of damage.
It’s not like the several snaps of his fingers were hard to do, it was just extremely grating that not only was Alastor trying to needle him for being absent again – which he wasn't this time!! He was actually working – but then he felt he could tell Lucifer what to do. Lucifer! King of Hell! The literal Devil from that insufferable book the humans put together!
The Radio Demon really knew how to get under Lucifer's skin in a way like no one had ever truly been able to. Alastor almost pulled out the Devil in him, the one everyone truly thought him to be. What with how often he thought about murdering the guy.
A deep breath and the horns that had slightly poked out were tucked away again. This was supposed to be relaxation time. Which meant that maybe thinking about Alastor wasn’t his best move. Though it wasn’t like he really had much of a say in the matter, his brain had always done what it wanted. This was no exception.
The radio host hadn’t just burrowed under Lucifer's skin, but he’d wormed his way into his thoughts as well. Figured, that the sinner was thorough enough to make sure that even when not around, the King would still be tortured by him. Fucking frustrating, with his creepy ass smile and his dumb haircut and his stupid filtered voice that sometimes
did
things to Lucifer that it really had no right to.
He hated the guy, sure (maybe). But unfortunately for Lucifer, he wasn’t deaf or blind.
Alastor’s voice was nice to listen to. Which, the king supposed, fit because he was a radio host in both of his lives. More than once, Lucifer has tuned into Alastor's broadcast just to listen to him talk. He’ll never admit it though, not even to Charlie. But sometimes, when Alastor was being a touch more sadistic, his static growled and it made Lucifer's stomach twist in an undeniably pleasant way.
And let's not get started on how gorgeous the guy was. The King knew that there were good looking sinners out there aside from just Lilith, but, honestly, he’d never paid it much attention. Now that he was separated, out of his depression cave and socializing more, he could admit that some of his people were objectively pleasing to the eyes. Alastor was at the top of that list for Lucifer. Fucked up hair cut included.
He sighed, eyes closing again as he leaned his back against the wall of the tub, head dropping back a bit to rest on the lip. It wasn’t that he liked Alastor (not that he’d admit anyways). But if the chance came up to sleep with the guy, Lucifer couldn’t confidently say that he would decline the offer.
There was shame in that for him, to a degree. Mostly about how desperate he must be, to consider fucking someone he (maybe) hated, but it also felt justified. Surely he couldn’t be the only one that looked at Alastor and felt that Father had favorites, even in Hell.
Fingers twitched against his thigh and Lucifer bit his lip, considering. He’d thus far resisted pleasuring himself while thinking about Alastor. It was objectification and plus, Lucifer didn’t like for his pride to take a hit. The knowledge that he came with the sinner's name on his lips, while also having to look him in the face the next day, was something that Lucifer wasn’t socially equipped to deal with.
Or rather, he hadn’t been. Perhaps now he could get away with it?
It was no secret that those that propositioned the Radio Demon ended up maimed or missing. The only known person that had come out of such things unharmed was Angel Dust, and Lucifer just assumed that was because of the fact that killing Charlie's poster child for the hotel wouldn’t bode well with staying on his daughter's good side. Which would in turn hurt whatever it is the demon has planned.
However, it wasn’t exactly like Lucifer was forcing any kind of sexual acts onto Alastor. No, he would simply be using the demon's image with his own imagination. All in his head. No one would ever have to know, especially not Alastor.
Not that the sinner could kill or hurt the king. But still, better to not give the deer any ammunition. Plus, the humiliation was something that he probably wouldn't be able to handle. Again, though, this was the privacy of his own bathroom.
Why not indulge himself just a little? Probably because his pride has always been more stubborn than his lust.
Slow and lazy, Lucifer's hand moved up his thigh, almost teasing. For a moment, his mind was simply focused on the sensation. Even with the touch being his own, it was something that he found he deeply missed. A small breath escaped him but it was mostly silent as just a fraction of his mind settled into what was happening.
His eyes slipped closed and his mind conjured the image of red-tipped fingers skirting around his groin in place of his own. Lucifer, true to his stubborn pride, found himself trying to forcibly replace that hand with one that was more feminine, more reminiscent of his estranged wife. When that didn’t work, he tried to replace the face of the person that hand was attached to with someone faceless, random and unimportant.
It worked, for a moment. Those anonymous fingers brushed up his length, circled his sensitive tip before taking the weight of him in their palm. Gentle, slow movements of that hand over him started to help him fill out with interest. Eventually, the faceless wonder helping Lucifer get hard gave him a squeeze that pulled a soft, breathy gasp from the king.
Now, heavy and hard in his their hand, a thumb pressed against the slit of his tip, dragging teasing circles over the sensitive skin. Fingers wrapped around him just firm enough to start a slow drag up and down his length. The longer it continues, the more Lucifer finds himself caught up in it, the proof showing in his steadily declining breathing pattern.
The hand changes again, red tipped claws giving a hard and surprising squeeze before letting go so loosely that it actually makes Lucifer let out a whimper. That fucking tease. A face flashes in his mind at the thought, grin sharp and eyes squinted, judging, mocking. It’s unfairly hot, the thrill that it sends through him. An all too familiar laugh followed and Lucifer knew he’d lost this battle of wills when he felt himself twitch excitedly in hand.
So, finally giving in, he relaxed the tension in his brows, letting his mind wander. He pictured the red ears tipped in black that were probably softer than they had any right to be. The travesty of a haircut that still somehow managed to look handsome with his sharp features. A jawline that could cut, something Lucifer would love to test out with his tongue. The faceless figure in his mind filled out to reveal the Radio Demon, a sinister looking smile on his face that earned a needy moan from Lucifer as his thumb brushed over the head of his cock.
“ Must you be so noisy?” the vision scolded, looking nothing but annoyed now as he squeezed the devil’s cock head again, hand slowly dragging down the length of him in a deliciously pressured way. Lucifer couldn’t help the sounds that spilled at the sensation, goosebumps rippling across his skin. It earned him a sharp tsk and then a hand pressed to his mouth. “ Honestly, sire, it’s like you want to get caught .”
And maybe he did. The thought of someone seeing Alastor in his bathroom, holding him down with nothing more than a hand on his dick, was much more exciting than he expected it to be. A muffled moan hummed against the sinner’s skin as Lucifer throbbed in his tantalizingly tight grip. The wicked smile that bloomed across Alastor’s face, making the sinner appear almost sinister, did not help to calm the poor devil down.
“You are so sensitive .” As the Radio Demon teased him, that grip around his cock moved along him in a way that pulled his foreskin down, exposing his sensitive head to the scalding bathwater. It made Lucifer whine as he raised his hips, trying to add to the friction he was receiving. “Ah, ah.” Alastor scolded in a way that was more of a smooth staticy rumble. “Good boys stay still , your majesty.”
One hand tightened around the base of his dick and pushed his hips back down. Alastors other hand, the one on Lucifer's mouth, pulled away just long enough for two clawed fingers to push past lips and teeth to the back of his throat. A surprised whine that Lucifer was now unable to suppress was muffled by the fingers pushed down against his tongue. “Now, be good as I figure out where else my king is sensitive.” And this time the demon purred the words to Lucifer, making his whole body shudder with desire.
That shudder turned into a full bodied jerk when something flicked against his right nipple, making the little bud harden. With a strained glance down, the devil saw that Alastor was now employing his tentacles. The more it flicked, circled, and somehow pinched at his chest, the more Lucifer squirmed, louder breathless noises slipping out of him.
A deep static-laced laugh crackled through the air before the fingers in his mouth pushed back further, sliding easily into the king's throat. To his credit, he only choked once before relaxing. Which earned him a growled out praise as Alastor started to slowly fuck his mouth and throat with those sinfully long fingers. It was somehow both overwhelming and not enough, having so much of the demon this close. His cock twitched desperately in the hand still squeezed at his base and Lucifer was pretty sure it warranted him another seductively mocking laugh.
His body apparently spoke enough for him, and thankfully Alastor seemed amiable enough to listen. His hand started to move again, picking up a slow pace but combined with everything else, the friction and brief swipes of a thumb over his tip were everything. Even with fingers in his throat, Lucifer couldn’t stop the moans and gasps that escaped him.
That tentacle moved to tease at his other nipple, caressing across his skin as it went. Both of Alastors hands kept a similar pace, driving Lucifer to the edge of desperation. Fuck, he knew the Radio Demon was hot, but for him to be so good at working him up would’ve been cruel if he wasn’t currently benefiting so blissfully from it.
All he could comprehend was Alastors touch and the pleasure that seared through his veins. Lucifer wanted him so badly, felt like he was consumed by the heat of temptation. He needed Alastor to pull him from the bath and fuck him over the bathroom counter until he was weak-kneed and unable to stand. Needed it more than sanity, more than heaven. The moan that left him was loud, weighted with desperation and the burn of tears in his eyes.
Alastor was watching him; he could feel those eyes like they were marking his skin, taking in how much he was ruining Lucifer. The Radio Demon always had such a distinct gaze, something the king always felt ghosting across his skin like a whisper of heat and static. When they argued, sometimes they’d get so close to each other that Lucifer thought he could confidently describe the feeling of those hands on him, those lips against his own.
And now that's what he was getting, hands on him in a way that he hadn’t had the pleasure of in a while.
“Darling, what did I say about moving?” Alastors rough voice pulled Lucifer back with a gasp, making him realize that his hips had started to move with the hand working over his cock. He whined before wrapping his tongue around the digits still in his mouth and suckling an apology. Though, still, his hips did not stop. “Hmm, I suppose you need to be taught.”
The hand in his mouth didn't move away but the one around his dick retreated completely. The whine that Lucifer gifted to Alastor for that was the neediest yet, causing the demon to laugh in that deep rich way of his that bordered on malevolent. The shivers it gave Lucifer felt very similar to those brushes of heated static, now dancing down his spine. It took a moment to realize that the sensation of the tentacle against his skin was gone as well.
“Since you can’t seem to be good…” Alastors hot breath right by his ear almost made him miss the touch against his thigh, but there was no missing the way a tentacle now wrapped firmly around the base of his throbbing cock. “There will be no cumming until I say so. Understand?”
Lucifer answered with a sob around the fingers in his mouth, which was not the response Alastor wanted. As punishment, those fingers pushed harshly down his throat, nearly choking him.
“None of that. Nod if you understand.” Lucifer found it truly unfair that everytime Alastor spoke, it made him twitch in want. However, he did manage the nod demanded of him, which earned him the beautiful reward of Alastors filterless voice purring in his ear. “See, you can be a good boy.”
Oh hell, the things the sinner's natural voice did to him. It was such a rare treat that Lucifer had only ever managed to catch twice but he wanted nothing more than to hear it everyday.
It was almost like Alastor could tell when Lucifer's mind was slipping, because once again he found himself pulled back. This time, however, was done through sensation; teasing fingers tracing sensitive skin, only to move lower. They brushed against his entrance, massaging the ring of muscle that had already been softened by the heat of the bath. Enough that it only took several gentle trusts to get his body to accept Alastors finger to the second knuckle.
And oh fuck, the noises that pulled from him as he felt himself clench and then relax around the intrusion. He’s pretty sure one of those noises was an attempt at Alastors name, but he couldn’t think clearly enough to be sure. His tongue moved around the fingers, his chin wet from the constant mouth fucking. There were so many different things happening at the same time, Lucifer could hardly decide which sensation to focus on.
The finger inside him moved with a twist of a wrist, loosening him up more. A feeling that was fighting with the sensation of the tentacle around his dick flicking against his sensitive weeping tip. It felt like it had given itself a narrowed point, scraping gently against the thin, delicate folds of his foreskin.
Before he knew it, one finger turned into two, pumping into him, stretching him with a purpose that made Lucifer wonder if he was going to get exactly what he’d wanted. But then another twist of a wrist, a squeeze at the base of his dick and a sharp press into the slit on his cock head had the king nearly crying out around the fingers in his mouth.
“That's right, my king, let me break you ,” Alastor growled as static once again filled the air, this time making Lucifer's fur stand on end. Not that he really noticed, writhing in pleasure as he was.
The demon's fingers rubbed against the devils sweet spot with so much intent that the only thing keeping Lucifer from cumming right then was the tight squeeze around his base. Tears spilled from his eyes as his balls drew painfully tight and any want of him to stay still was long forgotten.
Alastors fingers pumped into him faster for a moment as that tentacle pressed much harsher against his slit, scraping almost painfully against the skin around it, while the tip just barely pressed inside. The noises coming out of Lucifer were incoherent around those fingers
still
in his mouth, but the tone was unmistakably pleading.
“Do you want to cum?” It was more a tease than an ask, cruel even, but fuck if Lucifer didn’t love how pathetic he felt, desperately nodding his head as he sobbed, his sounds begging. “I suppose I could grant you that privilege.”
Immediately, Alastor made good on his word. Fingers thrust into him hard and deep before they hooked up and rubbed relentlessly against Lucifer's prostate. For a couple seconds, it was a painfully overwhelming pleasure on the edge of too much. Then, the tentacle finally let go of its punishing grip and Lucifer crashed into one of the most intense orgasms of his entire existence. For the briefest moment, it felt like he actually left his physical form before finally falling back into himself, gasping for air that he didn’t technically need.
Slowly, the king blinked his eyes open and took in everything through the haze of his afterglow. He carefully pulled his fingers from his overstimulated hole, hissing softly. The other hand had fallen from his mouth already sometime during his high, probably around the same time he screamed Alastors name.
Something that, as it slowly came back to him what he’d done, made him feel embarrassment start to pool in his stomach. Replacing the blissful haze with post orgasm clarity. As well as a touch of shame, for flavor.
With a groan and a snap, Lucifer cleaned up the mess he made of himself, climbed out of his tub, and shakingly made his way over to the shower. A rinse and wash would do him well. Then, he could get to bed and definitely not think or dream about the owner of the name that had been falling out of his mouth like a prayer during his little self love session.
No one needed to know, after all.
It was a shame, then, that Lucifer never noticed the shadows undulating in the corners since the moment he’d entered the bathroom.