With each thrust of Lucifer's hips, Alastor was slowly managing to relax himself, moaning and panting softly with every rock of their bodies. Pain was begging to melt into pleasure, and as much as he hated to admit it, this felt... pretty fucking good. The sting of sharp nails digging into his neck merely added to it; he enjoyed this splash of pain mixed in with the pleasure. What he didn't enjoy, though, was being talked down to.
Withholding any complaints, he simply leaned into the kiss, returning it with sloppy fervor and moaning against his lips when he was slammed into like that. His own neglected cock was throbbing and leaking; begging to be touched, but he wasn't about to vocalize that fact.
Instead, while he was busy kissing the other man, Alastor opened one of his eyes to glance behind Lucifer, very subtly summoning two of those tentacles of his.
Oh... He had a /wonderful/ idea.
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Painful rut ends with painful fuck
RomanceAlastor 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...
