𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍, radioapple

𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆, breaking point

lucifer's stride came to a sudden halt, causing alastor's face to contort with annoyance as he faced toward this doe. the king's voice slid out in a hushed, seductive tone that sent a shiver racing down alastor's spine. "let me hear you," he purred. despite the irritation that pulsed through his veins, alastor couldn't deny the craving he felt for the feelings lucifer's tone invoked within him. "c'mon, it's not like anyone else is listening," lucifer added, his voice now a silky melody that danced in the air.

giving in to the king's command like an obedient mutt, alastor did as he was told, unhooking his bottom lip to reveal two puncture wounds in the pink flesh.

satisfied, lucifer continued his pursuit of pleasure and continued to ride up and down on the other's leaking groin. the king savored the pleasing vocals of the low groans and heavy rhythmic breaths that seemed to tickle his ears, causing a sense of euphoria and contentment to wash over him.

alastor understood lucifer wasn't used to this, taking it painfully slow when he only wanted to relieve himself. the demon became desperate as his hooves kicked against the bedding, unable to do much else. in one rough, unintended movement, alastor bucked his hips into lucifer, forcing more of him inside the enclosed space.

lucifer bottomed out, taking the dick a champ. his yelp melted into a low groan as he struggled to adjust to this new invasive size. his nails were tearing into the other's flesh as he desperately tried to find something to hold onto.

the insatiable rut hit him harder than before, thrusting upwards repeatedly into the warm, damp space while lucifer met him halfway. "oh— oh fuck, al...!" the king moaned, trying to keep up with the increasing speed as the sounds of skin slapping echoed throughout the bedroom. lucifer practically collapsed because of overstimulation, his eyes rolling to the back of his skull with a pleasure-induced smile. however, alastor was too drunk on his own lust to notice.

seeing that lucifer was out of commission, alastor took charge and assumed a new position. he wrapped his arms around the fallen angel and inclined them both. while the limb king rested against alastor's body, he took on the responsibility of overseeing their mutual pleasures. alastor buried himself in the crook of lucifer's neck, listening to the symphony of moans that left the others' mouths. alastor moved his hands to the king's slender waist, no longer being swatted away as he guided the movement.

with the tempting blank canvas in front of him, alastor licked a thin strike up the other's unmarked neck before sinking his teeth deep into the flesh, causing a throaty moan to escape lucifer's mouth. "oh god, right there, al..!" the sharp sting from the open wounds alastor carved on his body made it even better. he loved it when alastor was rough and passionate like this. it felt like he was being eaten alive. the demon knew that the neck was lucifer's weak spot, so that only gave him incentive to latch down harder and litter dark hickeys across his neck and collarbone.

alastor lowered lucifer's hips while simultaneously bucking his own into the pit of warmth. "fuck.. it's too deep, I can't take anymore..!" lucifer moaned with every breath, the thin line between pain and pleasure blended together. the smaller demon clung to alastor, his arms wrapped around the other being. his sharp claws dug into alastor's skin as he struggled to contain the overwhelming surge of pleasure that threatened to consume him.

"don't be so coy. what happened to that cocky attitude?" alastor sped up his pace, his thrusts so rough that their skin slapped harshly together with each push back inside, making lucifer moan uncontrollably. lucifer found himself at a loss for words as he delved deeper into the state of subspace, his mind going completely blank. the sensations left him speechless and unable to form coherent thoughts. "oh, you can't think straight, can you, dear?" alastor taunted.