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

8. Getting ready

AN: So this is going to be a long chp and lots of Lucifer and Alastor POVs. Also I realized that I never mentioned what outfit Alastor will be wearing so I'll do it here and I've given a pic of the inspo (I couldn't find that fanart of him wearing this but trust me I sawww!) ya so that's abt it ENJOY 😉
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Alastor's POV:

"This is enough."

Alastor stood in front of the mirror, dressed in his red shirt and pants, secured with a belt. The demon checked the time; his ears perked up in excitement as he saw it was 5:30. After a final glance in the mirror, he gathered the rest of his outfit and swiftly shadow-traveled into Lucifer's room.

Lucifer's POV:

Lucifer checked his hair in the mirror. He had only lightly slipped on his dress, so delicately that it seemed ready to fall off at any moment. His hair remained messy, held up on one side with a single hairclip, though he hadn't secured it yet.

BEEP!

His phone alarm went off, and he quickly stopped it, noting the time. He had set it for 5:30, ensuring he wouldn't be in a disheveled state when Alastor arrived. He was also brimming with happiness.

Just as he placed his phone back on the table, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Turning around, Lucifer saw Alastor standing behind him, wearing a black shirt that faded into red, with half the buttons undone, exposing his chest, and matching pants.

"I was half expecting you to be almost ready, Sire," Alastor said, his hands finding their way around Lucifer's waist.

"I thought the same for you, but I guess we both wanted to help each other get ready, hm?" Lucifer replied, resting his head on Alastor's chest, his hands gently wrapping around Alastor's.

Alastor merely chuckled as he knelt down on one knee. His hands trailed from the Devil's waist, caressing his inner thighs, then glided down his leg, stopping at his ankle. Lucifer responded with a gasp and a whimper, feeling an unexpected fluttering sensation.

"W-what are you doing, Al?" Lucifer asked, his eyes half-lidded.

For a few moments, Alastor remained silent. His right hand lingered on Lucifer's inner thigh, massaging it, while his left hand rested on Lucifer's ankle.

"Nothing, just admiring your body. After all, you are 'the angel of perfect beauty,' am I right?" Alastor replied, leaning in, his mouth dangerously close to Lucifer's waist. Both of his hands were now massaging Lucifer's inner thighs.

Lucifer's eyelids fluttered shut as he bit his lip, a soft moan escaping him. A blush crept across his face as he spread his legs wider, allowing Alastor to explore further.

"Actually, I knelt down to make it easier to fix your dress and pull up the zipper since you're so tiny, but I guess I got distracted."

"Oh, come on! I thought you were being romantic for once!" Lucifer cried, crossing his arms and pouting.

He could hear Alastor laughing behind him.

Suddenly, Lucifer remembered something about Alastor. He glanced over and smirked.

"What?" Alastor noticed the change in Lucifer's expression.

Before Alastor could say another word, Lucifer tackled him, pushing him to the floor.

"Wha-!?" Alastor exclaimed in surprise.

Alastor barely had time to react as Lucifer tackled him, sending both of them sprawling to the floor. The impact was cushioned by the thick carpet, but the surprise left Alastor momentarily speechless.