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

They fuck 😀👍🏻

Ok, so I didn't know how to add HUMOR in smut..so. It ain't funny. It's well......you'll see

ENJOYY!
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Alastor’s POV

It was Lucifer who made the first move, closing the distance between them and pressing his lips against Alastor’s with more intensity than before.

But Alastor quickly took control. He responded without the slightest hesitation, deepening the kiss. When Lucifer parted his lips, it was a silent invitation, one Alastor accepted eagerly.

The heat between them escalated, their kiss growing more fervent with each passing second. Alastor broke away slowly, his lips trailing down to Lucifer's neck.

"Hnn~ don’t take too much blood, love," Lucifer murmured, fingers tangling in Alastor’s hair, as if to steady himself.

“Mhm,” Alastor hummed in response, the hunger in his eyes matching the need in his touch.

Alastor’s lips hovered over Lucifer’s neck, the pulse beneath them steady, rhythmic, and undeniably tempting. He could feel Lucifer’s grip tightening in his hair, and it only spurred him on. Gently, he grazed his teeth over the soft skin, teasing, savoring the anticipation.

Lucifer’s breath hitched, his body leaning into Alastor’s, offering himself despite the playful warning. Alastor grinned against his neck, loving the way Lucifer trembled under his touch. Slowly, he sank his teeth in, a sharp yet delicate bite, precise and controlled.

Lucifer gasped, fingers digging into Alastor’s scalp, pulling him closer as if the sensation was both too much and not enough. The taste of his blood flooded Alastor’s senses, rich and potent. It wasn’t just sustenance; it was intoxicating, a connection between them that ran deeper than words could express.

He only took a little, as promised, withdrawing before Lucifer could grow too weak. His lips returned to the puncture marks, kissing them tenderly as if to soothe the sting.

Lucifer exhaled shakily, his grip loosening as he rested his head against Alastor’s shoulder, catching his breath. “You’re getting better at that,” Lucifer teased, his voice soft but tinged with amusement.

Alastor chuckled, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’ve had practice, haven’t I?” He tilted Lucifer’s chin up to meet his gaze, eyes dark with mischief. “But you make it easy, darling.”

Lucifer’s eyes flashed with something between fondness and exasperation. “Just don’t get too comfortable,” he warned, though his tone was light. “You’re not the only one who enjoys a bit of control.”

Alastor’s grin widened, leaning in until their lips nearly touched again, his voice a low purr. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, about to respond with some sarcastic remark,"Yeah, ye—Hnngh~!?"

His words were cut off by a sharp gasp as Alastor’s mouth latched onto his nipples. The sensation sent a jolt through him, Alastor could tell, and his back arched involuntarily under his skilled touch. The way Alastor played with him was relentless, each flick of his tongue drawing out a new shiver from Lucifer’s body.

Alastor could hardly contain himself. The heat between them was unbearable, and he was already painfully hard, throbbing with need. And, of course, Lucifer noticed—because he always did.

"Wow~ You really love me, don’t you?" Lucifer teased, his voice laced with playful mischief as he pushed Alastor’s hands aside, sliding down to his knees.