Not Like the Picture Shows (Hazbin Hotel) -Radiodust-

Chapter 6: More.. (SMUT)

A/N: ⚠️SMUT WARNING⚠️
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It was as if all time had frozen. What was 5 seconds, felt like an eternity. Alastor stared at Angel Dust, what was happening? And.. why was he enjoying it?

It wasn't until 3 seconds in until his mind cleared up. Angel was kissing him. The spider made jokes about this before, but.. Alastor never dreamed of them coming true. He enjoyed it, though. Almost as much as he enjoyed pain and agony, this.. kiss was nice.

The radio demon closed his eyes and hesitantly kissed back. Angel tasted like cigarettes and weed, but at the same time.. so sweet.

Angel cupped his face, sitting up with Alastor leaning into him. He wrapped his second pair if arms around his waist, pulling the deer closer. Alastor moaned when Angel forced his tongue into Alastor's mouth. This wasn't something Alastor was use to.. he hadn't had a lot of practice. He'd been with one lass whilst alive, however they had never gone farther than this.

Alastor felt a tingly sensation. It was warm, his chest was pounding. How lustful could he get?

Once they broke the kiss, Alastor stared dumbfounded at the spider. Angel chuckled and patted the deer's back.

"Anymore and you couldn't handle it," he laughed.

Alastor shook his head and ran his fingers through his now messy hair. "That was..."

"Nice?"

They stared at each other for a while, no one speaking for what felt like forever.

"Y..yes.." the radio demon finished. He bit down on his lip, not knowing what to say. What was there to say? What could he say? Did Angel really like him, or was it the drugs? What was that feeling he got? It was..so nice. So tingly, and warm. He didn't know, but he wanted more. He needed more.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Angel "sipping". He turned his head 180° to see the spider sipping half a vodka bottle.

Where did he get that..? Either way, Angel was on his way of becoming not only stoned, but wasted. Alastor groaned at the interruption of such a lovely moment. He smiled softly when the spider offered him some, finishing the bottle of course.

Now both wasted, and of course stoned, Angel stumbled with random words and stories.

Alastor stood up and pulled Angel close to him, his hands on the spider's hips.

"Al, what're-" once more, their lips met. Alastor bit down on Angel's bottom lip, smiling widely against them. Angel moaned again, running his first set of hands through the deer's messy hair. Never would anyone believe Alastor would smoke a cigarette, or do the things he'd come to regret in the morning.

Alastor ran his hands down Angel's slim, gorgeous body. He kissed the spider's neck, tenderly trailing them towards his chest. Angel blushed furiously, not only from being high. A million thoughts flew through his head. He couldn't think straight, he was too stoned.

"Let's take this back to my place.." the radio dmeon whispered into the spider's ear. Angel shivered at the tenderness in his voice, it was really turning him on.

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Within seconds, the two were in Alastor's room. Alastor locked the door and pushed Angel against his bedroom wall.

The arachnid took in the interior. Alastor's room matched his personality, his sober one of course. The room's walls were a dark, blood red, light stripes giving it a wallpaper look. Everything was organized by color and alphabet on his desk (as his office door was open), and his bed was made perfectly. Not a single wrinkle.