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     (3rd Person POV)

     5 o'clock in the morning at the Hazbin Hotel, and most everyone is still fast asleep. This includes the unlikely pair of Alastor and Angel Dust, who are currently sleeping in the latter's queen-sized bed. The scene, upon first glance, would seem calm and maybe even wholesome. Though, there's a crucial detail - the deer-based of the two demons is currently in heat. And it's even affecting his dreams.

     At the moment, the poor deer is being subject to yet another sex dream. The more intensely his subconsciousness taunts him in said dream, the more Alastor has a physical reaction. Twitching, grunting, and of course, the slow-rising erection growing beneath the blankets.

     Eventually, the moving and grunting of the sleeping Radio Demon wakes the effeminate spider sleeping peacefully next to him.

     "Al...?" Angel asks groggily as he looks over to his boyfriend. Initially, the jerking movements and desperate sounds were cause for concern to him. That is, until he notices a certain area of the comforter standing up in a tent around the deer's nether region.

     Angel smirks, moving in close to the other's ear and whispering his name seductively. The unconscious Alastor grunts crudely. Reaching under the covers, Angel gently pulls the deer's pajama pants and boxers down below his groin. He then tenderly caresses the area of Alastor's thighs just beside his manhood, bracing the other's body for the full extent of his touch. Eventually, he ever-so-gently traces one finger up his boyfriend's hard length, where he lands at the tip and very carefully rubs the slit with his finger. Feeling the precum oozing out of Alastor, Angel hums lightly in pleasure. He can feel himself also becoming harder by the second.

     Alastor, though asleep, is desperately thrusting against Angel's touch out of a primal craving for release. The latter finds this absolutely adorable, and rewards the other's efforts by slipping his entire hand over his cock and beginning to stroke gently, but generously. Alastor's thrusts continue to progress in agression and desperation, and it's driving Angel crazy. Keeping one hand firmly on his boyfriend's groin, he uses his other three to remove the shorts he currently has on. Once his own cock is free of the fabric, he uses a hand to stroke it generously, pleasing both himself and his sleeping partner.

     Angel does his very best to keep quiet, but crude noises can't help but escape his lips as he falls into his pleasure. Unfortunately, this lustful ruckus does eventually wake Alastor. He comes to with his pants down, and his cock in his masturbating boyfriend's hand. A cold sweat has his red and black hair stuck to the back of his neck, and his face feels hot. Angel sits still, wordlessly, waiting for a response from the deer. And as Alastor realizes what's going on, he sits up and kisses Angel hungrily.

     As the kissing is needy and passionate, Alastor finds himself pushing Angel back a bit with his posture. That is until the spider grabs his face with one hand, pulling it away from his own and stating with a smirk, "Don't forget who's in control, baby." It seems Angel is favoring the dominant position this time, not that Alastor minds.

     The taller demon uses his top set of arms to push and hold Alastor down on the bed by his shoulders, and his bottom set to continue removing the other's pants. Once they're removed and thrown carelessly off to the side of the room, Angel releases his grip on Alastor in favor of straddling him instead. The sly hooker sits himself just above his boyfriend's cock, rubbing his ass against the tip every so often. As he does this, he removes the top he's wearing and throws it to the side as well, before doing the same to Alastor's top. The both of them are now completely naked.

     To Alastor's surprise, Angel sits up off of him. Staring him down with a hungry look, Angel orders him to sit up and turn around. The deer obeys, sitting just in front of the taller demon. Before he has the chance to ask any questions, Angel pushes Alastor down by the back of his head. Head now in a pillow, ass in the air. As well as one of the deer's few weaknesses - his tail - being exposed. The small red and black tuft stands up playfully just above the demon's rear. Angel smirks knowingly, gently tracing a hand up one of Alastor's thighs all the way to the base of his tail. Alastor whimpers lightly in knowing of what's to come.

     As Angel gently grips Alastor's soft tail, the latter reacts instantly. The sounds he lets out are crudely vile, and his ears fall back in pleasure. Angel gives an exaggerated sigh of feigned disapproval.

     "I've barely even touched ya yet, sugar," he teases, sitting up slightly to rub himself against Alastor's ass. This of course earns more wanting noises from the poor deer. Finally letting go of his tail, Angel moves his lower pair of hands to Alastor's hips, still rubbing up against him.

     At long last, the Radio Demon speaks up.

     "Please, Angel..." he pleads quietly.

     "What was that, hun?" Angel teases.

     "Please just fuck me already!" Alastor speaks up desperately. This earns quite the devious smirk from the spider demon behind him.

     "Anything for you, baby," Angel hums. Slowly, he pushes himself carefully into his lover's hole, feeling every inch of his insides around his cock. The further Angel slides in, the louder Alastor gets. After briefly allowing him to adjust to his size, Angel begins thrusting lovingly into the deer repeatedly. The sheer pleasure Alastor is feeling causes a light radio static noise to fill the atmosphere, making Angel chuckle.

     While using both his left hands to hold Alastor's hip, Angel uses his other two hands to further please the smaller demon - one stroking his cock, the other gently massaging his balls. All while Angel is pumping powerfully in and out of Alastor with the expertise of a clearly seasoned sex worker.

     Alastor is absolutely crumbling under the pleasure at this point, thrusting sloppily and grumbling incoherently.

     "Tsk tsk tsk..." Angel shames, "The oh-so-powerful Radio Demon is this much of a pathetic mess under my touch?" He leans down further towards the deer's ear, "How humiliating~" he purrs.

     Legs trembling uncontrollably, ears twitching, tears in his eyes and breath coming in heavy pants, Alastor is in a state of absolute euphoria. Just awaiting that final explosion, when all the relentless stimulation reaches its peak. Angel too is close, his cock throbbing inside of his partner as he becomes more and more slick with precum. The taller demon continues to abuse the shorter's prostate until that final peak comes.

     Alastor practically screams out in pleasure, as a heavy amount of spunk shoots from between his legs and onto the bed. Angel climaxes as his lover does, releasing a great volume of his own cum into Alastor's hole. They both moan violently as they ride out their respective orgasms, before Angel slides out of Alastor slowly and they both collapse next to one another.

     After a few moments to slow his breathing, Alastor is the first to speak up. "I really do hope nobody heard any of that," he admits with a small smile.

     "Eh, this place is fuckin' huge. We should be fine," Angel reassures with a shrug. Alastor simply hums in response.

     After a short silence, Angel speaks once more, "I love ya, Al."

     "I love you too, Angel."

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     (later that morning)

     Around 9 o'clock that same morning, most of the hotel's staff are in the foyer. An exhausted-looking Husk emerges from the hall and grumpily rests on the bar.

     "Who pissed in your Cheerios, ya old fuck?" Angel asks with a chuckle.

     Husk glares in response, maintaining painful eye contact with Angel while stating, "I sleep in the room right fucking next to yours, dipshit."