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It had started with Lucifer's request to watch him do his show. That alone should have told Alastor just how bad of an idea it was. But the demon was nothing if not resourceful.
"Do you really have to go on air so soon?" His boyfriend, as strange as the thought still felt, whined as Alastor toggled a few more switches on the console. His clock read five minutes until air time, and even if he was dating the very King of Hell, that wasn't enough reason for him to go on late, even by a few seconds. He had a duty to perform, and damn the annoying blond hanging off his side if he thought he was going to shirk said duty just for a quick roll in the sack.
"I invited you up here to watch me perform my show," Alastor told him through gritted teeth. "Sexual favors were not part of the deal." Mind you, any other time he might take the monarch up on his pleas, especially once Lucifer had taken off his jacket and shown him what he was wearing underneath. It wasn't his fault that the pristine white skin looked irresistible underneath the red and black lace of the lingerie he was using to tempt the demon with, now was it?
"So just a quickie, then?" Lucifer asked, his eyes begging Alastor to think with his dick instead of his head.
"No, we'll be doing nothing, and that's final," Alastor responded firmly, before turning away from the sin of Pride that invoked the sin of Lust in him most days. Trying to ignore the heated glances that he could somehow still feel even through as many layers of clothing as he usually wore, he pulled his seat up and sat down in front of the microphone. Three minutes until showtime, and he wanted to be ready.
"Sure I can't change your mind, big buck?" Lucifer whispered into his ear, causing Alastor to jolt in place and finally look back at his insignificant other. Who was looking at him through thick lashes, his sultry eyes daring Alastor to change his mind; the blond fur now covering his body matched the doe ears currently sticking out of his head, because the bastard knew full well just what this form did to the buck's biological urges.
Alastor let out a hiss as he tried in vain to pull away from his now deer-like lover. Less than two minutes, according to the clock above him. Fuck. "Lucifer," he said, straining to not jump the doe right then and there.
"Just be a little late," Lucifer suggested in a husky voice, begging in the most unfair way he could.
"I refuse," Alastor said weakly. One minute and counting. He had to fix this problem, and fast.
"I'll make it so worth it," Lucifer purred, causing Alastor's pants to go from uncomfortable to downright suffocating. The lights lit up, letting him know it was thirty seconds before he would need to be on air. "You know you want to," Lucifer continued, running his finger along the edge of Alastor's ear, knowing just how sensitive the spot was for him.
Fifteen seconds and counting.
“Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now,” Alastor threatened as inspiration struck, and without waiting for a response, multiple shadow tendrils shot up from the floor, wrapping themselves around Lucifer in a few strategic places, ripping off the blond's pants in one smooth motion as the final seconds counted down. Microphone in hand, Alastor put his fingers to his mouth. "Now shh," he said with a more evil than usual grin, pushing the button to start the broadcast right as one of the tentacles stuffed itself into Lucifer's mouth as a makeshift gag.
"Salutations to all you sinners out there on this gloomy Saturday evening," Alastor said in his best announcer voice. He smiled as the tentacle wrapped around Lucifer's waist started to slither underneath the dripping cock to the soggy mess of a vagina underneath. His connection to his shadow limbs let him feel just how smooth of a glide it was as it inserted itself inside, plumping up to match the size and shape of Alastor's own penis. Lucifer's eyes went wide in shock right before they rolled back in pleasure once the tentacle started to move in and out at a brusque rate. "As always, thank you for having the good taste to choose me over whatever nauseating drivel is showing on the picture box at the moment. Good taste such as this is a sure sign of higher intelligence." He cackled at the same joke he always made, though this time it was far more amusing picturing Vox listening in and not knowing that his tentacles were currently fucking their King in the background. He was certain the media mogul's screen head would explode with jealousy if he even had a hint of it, but Alastor preferred to keep his private life private.
A muffled moan that made no sound but traveled through the shadows in vibration form told Alastor that the King's other entrance had just been breached, that particular strand small as it worked to ease the entrance open. "I have some positively scintillating news for you all, but of course any tidbit of gossip is always served best after a nice touch of decadent jazz to set the mood. Our first song of the evening is If I Could Be With You (One Hour Tonight) by McKinney's Cotton Pickers, a number I'm quite drawn to at the moment." He laughed again as the anal tentacle hit Lucifer's prostate, the laugh both to cover up any noise his lover might make, and at his own little inside joke. Putting the needle down on the record, the song filled both the airwaves and the radio tower, and the On Air light switched off for the time being.
"Enjoying yourself, my love?" Alastor asked as he stood. He ran his hand along Lucifer's ear, mimicking the movement the smaller man had used only a few minutes ago to try to entice him away from his responsibilities as radio host. The vaginal and anal tentacles both sped up as he spoke, causing a barely audible whimper to come from Lucifer's overly filled mouth. "Though I do so appreciate the gesture," Alastor continued, running a finger along the lace of the negligee, one of his favorites he now saw. The blond fur underneath puffed up slightly, before a rumbled moan traveled through the shadows. Alastor held himself still to cover up the charged shudder that went through him at the sensation, not wanting to show that he was letting his partner affect him just yet.
"You may speak until the song concludes," Alastor explained, right as he removed the gag tentacle.
"Fuck you, you… Oh, god, yes, fuck right there fucking hell fuck!" Lucifer wailed as both his prostate and g-spot were hit at the same time. He struggled against the shadowy limbs holding him in place above the floor, but in that Alastor didn't relent. He knew Lucifer wanted nothing more than to touch him while he was being pleasured, but he also knew that if he let him, that would be the end of his broadcast.
Instead, Alastor pulled Lucifer's face to his, giving him a rough, quick kiss. "Now behave, pet, and if you're good for the next hour, I'll fuck you myself until your legs dissolve," he promised.
"I love it when you talk dirty," Lucifer managed to say before his words were cut off by a debauched moan. Hearing the song underneath it coming to a close, Alastor put the tentacle gag back into the blond's mouth before heading back over to the console.
Alastor had, of course, timed it perfectly, and just as the song ended he flipped his microphone back on. "Ahh, such beautiful music to start the night off right, don't you agree?" He may have been speaking to his audience, but he looked at Lucifer all the same. A flattened tentacle had wrapped itself around the King's dick, and was starting to jerk him off as his two holes were still being furiously fucked. Feeling almost as satisfied as if he were the one doing the fucking himself instead of experiencing it by proxy, he turned his attention back to the papers on the console in front of him. "Now, for the juicy gossip I'm sure most of you prefer, not that I can blame you. I'm a bit torn at times myself, trying to decide which I enjoy more. Let's just call it a tie, shall we? Unlike the score for the obnoxiously droll overlord Vox last night, who was seen limping his way back to his tower…"
Alastor continued reading the news he'd compiled earlier, a task that he was so used to that he was able to let his mind wander back to his shadows and their placement on and in Lucifer's body. Through the connection, he could feel just how wet his lover was, how tightly he was clenching on the shadows made solid. He could feel the shudders and twitches going through the small but surprisingly strong body, feel it falling apart underneath his machinations.
Alastor glanced over at Lucifer as he paused in between gossip to see just how wrecked the fallen angel already was, and he was pleased to see that he was obviously doing a little too good at the torture. Drool was dripping from between Lucifer's lips as he thrust his body into the the shadow encircling his cock. Slick was already starting to run down his inner thighs, and his movements were starting to get erratic. In a few swift moments, Lucifer's entire form was wracked with his orgasm, but Alastor wasn't done yet. The King had never even known a refractory period existed in between male orgasms before they made their relationship physical, and overstimulation was the name of today's game. Not letting him rest after he was done jerking and spilling his seed, the tentacles inside him fattened enough to loosen him up for when Alastor's show was over. He planned on claiming each and every hole as his own, once they had the privacy of the broadcast being finished.
Alastor blew a silent kiss to his lover before finally returning his full attention back to the show. He introduced the next song block, and after turning off the microphone, he got up and sauntered over to Lucifer. Once again, he removed the gag from his mouth, wanting to hear the noises that he was starting to love as much as, if not more so, than the music currently playing. "Mon petite ange, how are you holding up?" He said, running his hand along Lucifer's face, cradling his cheek.
"Fuck, Alastor, you just… gah! Fuck! Deeper!" Lucifer cried, nuzzling his face into Alastor's cradled hand before bolting as upright as the shadows would allow as another sensitive spot was hit.
Alastor bent over, licking a stripe up Lucifer's neck, enjoying the salty taste of his sweat. "If you insist, darling," he replied, before sending the two internal tentacles in a little bit further. Lucifer groaned with delight, tilting his head back in supplication to his lover as his wish was granted. Grazing his teeth along the skin, Alastor bit him gently, not enough to bring about another orgasm, just enough to get a little treat for himself. As much enjoyment as he got from watching the King shatter over and over again, he wanted a little something he could take back to the chair with him.
Lucifer muttered some gibberish syllables as Alastor drank the small amount that poured from the wound. "So delicious," he mumbled into Lucifer's skin as the wound quickly healed itself. "I'm going to eat you all up as soon as I'm done." Before heading back to his chair, since he could hear the last song nearing its finale, he pinched one of the pebbled nipples sticking out through the lace, stifling his own moan of excitement at seeing just how much that tiny touch affected the tiny man. "Just a little longer, my sweet," he said, running a quick hand through the sweat soaked hair on Lucifer's head.
"Can't… ugh, yes, fuck… can't wait," Lucifer muttered, before stiffening up for another onslaught of orgasmic sensation. Just as he opened his mouth to scream his release to all of Hell, Alastor quickly shoved the gag back in. He could feel teeth going through the shadow-flesh as he did it, but he couldn't really feel pain through them unless he tried, so it was just another notch in his belt of well done for now.
Alastor chuckled as he sat back down again. Charlie had requested he do a small bit on tonight's show about how great the hotel was doing, and he was in a good enough mood from destroying his boyfriend sexually that he was actually looking forward to espousing its virtues. He wouldn't mention Charlie, or any of the others, of course, because there was nothing that killed the mood in Lucifer faster than bringing up his daughter, but there was plenty the demon could still say without ending either of their fun.
"I do so love what I just heard," Alastor said cheekily into the microphone after flipping it back on, certain that his live audience of one knew exactly what he meant. "Now for a few quick words about the smashing hotel that I like to call home. If you're interested in a bit of good old fashioned redemption, you could call it home, as well." He went on to describe the place without a single snide remark or veiled insult, his mood so good that he felt like being generous. As he finished his glowing review, he added a few thin tendrils to Lucifer's entertainment, ones with sharpened ends that resembled his own claws. Starting lightly, he scratched them down the fallen angel's back, the tips just barely digging into the skin above his hidden wings. Less than three times down his back and Lucifer was orgasming once again, this one the strongest one yet.
They continued like that, Alastor teasing and pleasing Lucifer silently when he was on the air, and taunting him and taking as well as giving during the song breaks. By the end of the final song, if Alastor had been keeping track as well as he thought, Lucifer had managed seven different orgasms, the puddle of slick and cum underneath him attesting to just how much fun he was truly having.
As he clicked on the microphone, only now did Alastor allow himself one indulgence, finally palming his poor, neglected erection through his pants. He bit his lip to keep in the sigh of relief he felt at that small hint of friction. He'd basically been edging himself this whole time, while doing the exact opposite to Lucifer. "Sadly, our time has come to an end for this week, dear listeners, though I hope you've all absorbed at least some of the culture I've provided in the form of the very best musical genre. But I'm sure you all know how it goes, things to do, people to eat. Bonne nuit and farewell, until next week." With intense satisfaction, Alastor flipped the switch for the final time, and his broadcast came to an end. He could hear Lucifer starting to actually put up a struggle, now that the coast was clear, so to speak, but he ignored him as he shut down the rest of the console. His little angel could stand to learn a little patience.
After everything was shut down and as it should be for the time in between broadcasts, Alastor rose slowly from his chair, smirking at how desperate Lucifer was starting to sound. But he knew that this kind of torture could only go on for as long as the King allowed it, so he didn't go nearly as slow as he'd like to. The demon removed and then completely dissolved the tentacle he'd been using as a gag, and smiled at just how overwhelmed his beloved looked at that moment.
Lucifer's eyes were completely glazed over by now, his body coated in a sheen of sweat. With the gag now gone, his breath came out in pants and wheezes, and his body trembled at the tentacles still fucking into him. "Al," he said, his voice hoarse from disuse, since he'd done nothing but moan during the last two music breaks. "Oh fuck, Al, need you," he keened, as his over-sensitized prostate was hit once again.
"Still? You still need more?" Alastor asked in astonishment. He knew the man had stamina, he had been one of the highest seraphim before the Fall, but this was pushing even his belief.
"Not more," Lucifer said softly, before letting out another strangled moan. "Need you."
Alastor stopped moving forward, frozen in place by the words that should not have affected him anywhere near this much, but did anyway. His tentacles had been doing every sexual act and perversion possible for over an hour by now, Lucifer should be used up, be more than satisfied. But it wasn't enough, because it wasn't Alastor that was doing it to him. Feeling touched in a way he wouldn't have thought possible, he dissolved the rest of his shadows as he pulled his lover into his arms. "Then me you shall have, mon etoile brillante." He met Lucifer in the middle for a searing kiss, his tongue finally getting to taste the sweet nectar inside the angel's mouth. He felt more than heard Lucifer snap his fingers, then felt flesh meet fur as the remainder of both their clothing was removed.
Pushing Lucifer against one of the few walls not completely covered in radio broadcasting equipment, Alastor only needed to nudge him slightly to get him to wrap his legs around the demon's waist. Taking a few moments to line things up properly, Alastor slid into Lucifer's overused pussy, the blond letting out sexy little whimpers as he was finally penetrated by the real deal. Alastor groaned loudly at how wonderfully tight he still was, even after all that punishment; dating a shapeshifter with incredible healing capabilities definitely had its perks. Their mouths met again as Alastor started to pound into the most inviting heat ever created. He didn't hold anything back, knowing that Lucifer wouldn't want him to; the fallen angel positively adored the feeling of oversensitivity that he had to be feeling in enormous quantities by now, so the stag wanted to prolong his pleasure just a little bit longer. Teeth clashed with tongues, and blood flowed freely, both golden and red.
Now that he could finally touch his lover, Lucifer's hands were everywhere they could reach. Alastor shivered as they ran down his spine, groaned as they grasped at his cheeks. Normally, he had the stamina of his animalistic species, but having gone an entire hour straight denying himself even the slightest bit of attention had Alastor nearing his end in very little time. But from the feel of it, Lucifer was nearing the same speedy finish. Digging his real claws into Lucifer's shoulders from behind, he thrust like his life depended on it. Lucifer screamed his orgasm as Alastor's own pumped its seed inside him. The two clung to each other as they both came down from that final high, barely able to breathe and loving every second of it.
They slid down the wall to the floor as a single unit, and like an octopus the little angel was quickly wrapped around Alastor, snuggling his head underneath the demon’s chin. Alastor ran his hand along the deer ears that Lucifer had kept throughout the whole ordeal, whispering sweet nothings into them as they both came back to themselves.
"So, what did you think of my show?" Alastor asked, once his brain returned to his upper head.
"Five stars, flawless, greater than great," Lucifer mumbled into his neck. Alastor laughed at the joke, glad that his lover wasn't too out of it yet to be silly.
"Glad to hear that," Alastor muttered in return. The two cuddled like that, wrapped up in their own little world, where everything was perfect and only the afterglow of amazing sex existed. The stag took his sweet time smelling the delicious pheromones that Lucifer always let off whenever he shifted into this doe form. The animal part of Alastor's brain loved to bask in the scent, conjuring up feelings of comfort and mating.
After another long stretch of comfortable silence, Lucifer finally moved enough that he could look at Alastor’s face. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he asked, "So, same time next week?"
Alastor burst out laughing. "You are truly incouragable sometimes," he said with an endearing smile.
"And you love me for it," Lucifer shot back.
"That I do, my little doe, that I do."