Obsession . ||A radioapple 📻🍎(Alstor x Lucifer) Imagination.

5. Already fallen for him.

Alastor’s POV:

Alastor woke up, blinking blearily at the ceiling. For a solid five seconds, he had no idea where he was or why his back hurt. Then he glanced to his left and saw Lucifer, peacefully passed out beside him, and oh yeah—last night.

“Aw, hell…” he muttered, gently prying Lucifer’s arm from where it was draped around his neck. The King of Hell was apparently a clingy sleeper. Alastor sat up, making sure not to wake him. He looked down at Lucifer, who was currently doing an excellent impression of a heavenly angel. Heh. The irony.

Lucifer, with his tousled hair and calm, angelic expression, looked like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. But that same mouth had done things last night—things—that Alastor had no business thinking about right now. He noticed the bite marks still all over Lucifer’s body and frowned. “Those should’ve healed by now… huh,” Alastor mused aloud. Maybe Lucifer wanted to keep them around? Well, that was something they could discuss never.

Standing up, he picked his shirt up from the floor. Clothes were everywhere. It was like a tornado had swept through the room, but nope, it was just the whirlwind of sex they’d gotten into. Alastor pulled on his shirt and pants, not bothering with the rest because, well, who was going to see him at 5 a.m.?

He squinted at the mess, then started looking for his cane. He knelt down, feeling around under the bed like some kind of confused animal. That’s when a sleepy voice came from behind him.

“What are you doing on the floor?”

Lucifer. Awake. Of course.

Alastor looked up to see Lucifer rubbing his eyes and looking adorably half-asleep, his hair sticking up in all directions like he was trying out for bedhead of the year. He still hadn’t moved much, like he was debating whether he could go back to sleep without doing anything.

“I’m looking for my cane, sire,” Alastor said, finally grabbing it from under the bed with a triumphant smirk.

Lucifer blinked, his big, sleepy eyes staring at Alastor like a kitten who had just woken up from a nap. “You okay?” he asked, stretching a little but still looking like he might pass out at any second. “My back hurts, though… But, eh, it’ll be fine by breakfast.”

Alastor chuckled. That was the most Lucifer thing to say. He walked over and sat on the bed, reaching out to stroke Lucifer’s hair. The small king practically melted at the touch, closing his eyes like an oversized cat.

“Lay on your stomach, Your Majesty. I’ll give you a back massage,” Alastor offered, running his hand down Lucifer’s spine.

Lucifer chuckled, and it was the sweetest sound Alastor had ever heard. “I didn’t realize you were such a gentleman,” Lucifer teased before flopping onto his stomach like a sack of potatoes.

Alastor grinned. “It’s my job to serve you, Your Majesty,” he said, starting to massage Lucifer’s back with the seriousness of someone fixing the world’s most delicate machine.

Lucifer’s teasing grin spread even wider. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?” he asked, clearly enjoying the whole “being pampered” thing a little too much. Calling him things like “sire” was probably making him blush like a teenager.

“You’re the King of Hell, sire,” Alastor replied smoothly. “It’s only natural for me to obey your commands.” He could feel the butterflies dancing in Lucifer’s stomach at those words.

Lucifer, face still buried in the pillow, mumbled, “You’re not like this in bed, are you?” He was smiling like an absolute maniac now, clearly enjoying himself.

Alastor laughed softly, leaning in to whisper into Lucifer’s ear, “But you don’t seem to hate it, sire~”

Lucifer’s face instantly turned as red as the depths of Hell itself. He flipped around faster than Alastor could react, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him into a kiss. Alastor didn’t even hesitate, kissing back with the kind of intensity you’d expect from someone who’d been taunting Lucifer all morning.

Lucifer’s arms looped around Alastor’s neck, and Alastor found himself half-kneeling on the bed, one hand supporting him, the other wrapped firmly around the king’s waist. It started off as a sweet, gentle kiss… but that didn’t last long.

Nope. It got real intense, real fast.

Alastor’s hand slipped down to Lucifer’s inner thigh, and suddenly the king was arching his back, moaning softly. Lucifer’s lips were parted, desperate, and Alastor’s mouth moved to his neck, nipping gently. The moans were soft at first, but they quickly grew louder. Alastor pulled back, taking a moment to admire the damage he’d done.

Lucifer looked... wrecked. Breathless, flushed, hair even messier than before, and saliva trailing from his lips. His back was still arched, eyes half-lidded and shimmering. It was, honestly, one of the best things Alastor had ever seen.

Smirking, Alastor wiped the spit from Lucifer’s face. “I thought you were supposed to be taking control, Your Majesty. Looks like you’re the one out of breath.”

“Shut up,” Lucifer grumbled, clearly embarrassed but still pouting like a five-year-old. “I would’ve taken control if you didn’t kiss me in such a dominant way" He folded his arms, glaring. Adorable.

Alastor chuckled, easily scooping Lucifer up and plopping him onto his lap like a toddler. “I swear, you’re the most divine and gorgeous person I’ve ever met, Your Majesty.” His voice was soft, but it clearly hit Lucifer like a truck.

Lucifer’s POV

Lucifer’s eyes widened. Divine? Gorgeous? The King of Hell had probably never heard anything like that before. He looked like he was about to cry from the sheer compliment. “A-Alastor…” Lucifer began, clearly flustered, his voice small.

Alastor grinned. "Flustered already, sire?"

Without warning, Lucifer lunged forward, peppering Alastor’s face with rapid-fire kisses. “Hey—wait, wha—?”

Before Alastor could protest, Lucifer planted one last kiss on his lips and pulled back, leaving him completely flustered. “What’s wrong, Bambi~?” Lucifer teased with a smirk.

Alastor buried his face in Lucifer’s shoulder, muttering, “I really underestimated you…”

Lucifer chuckled and ran his fingers through Alastor’s hair, stroking his ears. “Thank you, Alastor. That… meant a lot.”

Alastor purred, nuzzling deeper into Lucifer’s shoulder. And that was it. The King of Hell was gone. Lucifer had fallen for the Radio Demon.

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A/N: So.....lots of Alastor povs. Anyway my results are on 9th May (today's 6th) I hope I come top 5 cuz before I always came top 3 but the competition is tough this time.

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