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

32. MISSION: they find Ragnor (pt.5)

NSFW HEHEHE

Sorry for the late update I got carried away with writing my other fic lol 🤭 (Adhd brain go brr)
THE STORY IS SO SCRUMPTIOUS I CAN'T BELIVE ITS MY WRITING! well, it's probably gonna drop by the mid December soo.... Anyway,

ENJOYYY!!!!!!
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Lucifer's POV

Lucifer needed cuddles. Not in a few minutes. Not after an existential discussion about ghosts and enchanted bracelets. Right. Now.

Unfortunately, Alastor, ever the smug gentleman, had other plans. He was currently unbuttoning his shirt at an agonizingly slow pace, like a strip tease no one asked for. And when he peeled it off and casually tossed it onto the nearest chair, Lucifer felt his brain implode.

Seriously, did this man have to look like a chiseled Greek statue? Those abs. Those scars. Lucifer wasn't sure whether he wanted to admire them, trace them, or take out a restraining order on his own wandering thoughts. Damn it, scars shouldn't be this hot!

"See something you like?" Alastor asked, his voice oozing smugness.

Lucifer blushed gold (a perk of being celestial, apparently). "Nope!" he squeaked, snapping his head in the other direction so fast it was a miracle he didn't sprain something.

Alastor chuckled. Of course, he chuckled. The smug jerk. He closed the distance between them in one smooth motion and tackled Lucifer onto the bed, earning an indignant squeak from the King of Hell.

"Hey!" Lucifer protested, but he couldn't stop the giggle that escaped as Alastor nuzzled into his neck like a mischievous cat. Scratch that. A mischievous demon cat. Lucifer instinctively reached up to scratch behind Alastor's ears, earning a deep purr and-wait, was that a bleat?

"Are you aware," Alastor murmured, his voice dropping an octave, "how absolutely, ridiculously sexy you looked while intimidating that spirit?" His hands slipped under Lucifer's shirt, and Lucifer felt like his soul might combust.

"Oh, really? How much?" Lucifer teased, trying to maintain some semblance of composure, but his voice betrayed him with a tiny, unintentional squeak.

Alastor's grin turned downright feral. "So much so," he growled, his fingers now massaging Lucifer's thighs, "that I wanted to devour you right then and there."

Lucifer's breath hitched. His celestial brain short-circuited. "Oh, really? Why not do it now-Ngh!" he gasped as Alastor's lips found the crook of his neck, nibbling and kissing in a way that was decidedly unfair.

Lucifer tilted his head back instinctively, giving Alastor more access, his wings spread and twitched involuntarily. And before he knew it, Alastor had flipped their positions, pinning Lucifer to the bed like he was some mortal damsel in distress.

"We still have to find that ghost-" Alastor began, his voice laced with reluctant responsibility.

"It can wait," Lucifer interrupted, locking his arms around Alastor's neck. His golden blush deepened as he glared up at him. "First, take responsibility for my arousal, you asshole!"

And with that, Lucifer yanked Alastor down into a kiss that was anything but innocent. Their lips crashed together, and Lucifer, never one for half-measures, deepened the kiss until their tongues tangled in an electric dance.

The ghost hunt could wait. For now, Lucifer was fully committed to the hunt for other things.

Alastor growled against Lucifer's lips, his sharp teeth grazing just enough to make Lucifer shiver. The King of Hell, shivering. Lucifer would've been embarrassed if it weren't for how damn good Alastor was at this.