Pardon The Way That I Stare

The Start Of Something New

That night, after the anticipation of their earlier conversation lingered in the air like the sweet scent of lingering perfume, Lucifer and Alastor retreated to their room. The atmosphere felt charged, almost electric, as they closed the door behind them and locked it, cutting themselves off from the rest of the world.

The room was dimly lit, shadows dancing against the walls as they stood there, the weight of their earlier exchange hanging between them. Alastor's heart raced, a mixture of excitement and nervousness flooding his senses, while Lucifer paced slightly, his mind spinning with thoughts of what was to come.

"Are you sure about this?" Lucifer asked, glancing over his shoulder at Alastor, who was leaning against the dresser, his demeanor a mix of confidence and uncertainty.

"I am," Alastor replied, his voice steady yet tinged with an undercurrent of anticipation. "I want to explore this... side of us."

With that, the air shifted. The tension that had built between them throughout the day suddenly ignited as Lucifer stepped closer, his gaze locking onto Alastor's with an intensity that made the air feel thick with desire. "Then let's not waste any more time," he said, his voice low and inviting.

Before either of them fully realized it, they were drawn together, the distance between them evaporating as Lucifer cupped Alastor's face in his hands. The moment felt electric, a spark igniting as their lips met, tentative at first but quickly deepening into something more passionate. Alastor responded instinctively, his arms wrapping around Lucifer's waist, pulling him closer as they kissed.

As their bodies pressed together, Lucifer felt a new side of Alastor emerge—one that was sexy, confident, and unrestrained. He had always known Alastor was a powerful presence, but this intensity was different. There was a fiery passion behind each kiss, a desire that sent shivers down Lucifer's spine.

Alastor's hands tangled in Lucifer's hair, and the radio demon let out a soft, breathy laugh against Lucifer's lips. "You know, I never pegged you as the adventurous type," he teased, his tone playful yet sultry.

"Guess I'm full of surprises," Lucifer replied, a smirk gracing his lips as he pulled Alastor closer, their bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Their kisses grew more urgent, the heat between them rising as they explored this newfound intimacy. Alastor's hands roamed across Lucifer's back, trailing down to his hips, igniting a fire in Lucifer that he hadn't anticipated. He felt a thrill rush through him—a blend of exhilaration and longing as Alastor's passion unfolded before him.

"Let's take this slow," Alastor murmured between kisses, his breath warm against Lucifer's skin. "I want to savor every moment with you."

Lucifer nodded, feeling the weight of their connection deepen. As they continued to kiss, everything around them faded away. In that dimly lit room, it was just the two of them—two demons willing to explore their desires and share an intimacy that had been waiting to be discovered.