Everything Lucifer was saying was going in one ear, and right out the other. Alastor was no longer even paying attention to what the demon king was saying, all that mattered was that he /didn't/ leave when he asked him to. Of all people to be around him when he was like this...
Alastor stood his ground as Lucifer approached him once more, yet even the slightest touch from the other sent electric shocks down his spine. Closing his eyes in one last ditch effort to quell the fire burning in his gut, the hay that broke the camel's back was the shorter man having the gall to poke his chest.
"H̶o̴w̵ ̶a̴b̶o̷u̷t̶ ̸t̶h̷i̴s̷... once I'm done with you, /you/ can go and tell Miss Princess what's up?"
When he opened his eyes back up, slitted pupils were replaced with those radio dial eyes of his. With the flick of his wrist, he summoned a black tendril to pull the demon king back onto the futon he had in the tower; and before the other could react, Alastor was already on him.
He tossed his staff to the side, his antlers growing to full size as he moved to push his face into Lucifer's neck, taking a deep inhale of his scent before slowly dragging his tongue up his pale neck. –All the while his clawed hands moved up to explore the smaller man's body, halfhazardly tugging at his coat as the tendril passively held him in place.
In his mind, he knew this was a HUGE risk. If Lucifer wanted to, he could EASILY end his existence right then and there. Alastor knew this. But, his body was acting on its own now.
....He can't say he didn't warn him. He gave him ample opportunity to leave.
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Painful rut ends with painful fuck
Roman d'amourAlastor has been distancing himself because of the painful rut he has been going through. Charlie was worried about him, but Alastor wouldn't answer to her, and refuse to talk to her. Upset that her daughter is upset, Lucifer decided to take matters...
