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“Thank you,” he gasps out, his voice shaking.

“For what?” Lucifer presses with another harsh thrust.

“F-for touching me.”

“Is that all I’m doing?”

Alastor growls, the sound starting harsh and quickly devolving into a desperate whine as Lucifer stops moving entirely. He tries to fuck himself, rolling his hips, and Lucifer just presses forward, pinning his back against the bed harshly, burying himself as deep as he can go.

“Move,” he bites through heavy static. “You horrible creature—”

“Aw, you say the sweetest things,” Lucifer coos. “Come on, you can do better than that.”

Alastor’s eyes squeeze shut and his cock twitches, a pitiful bead of precum slowly dripping down, connecting with the soft fur of his stomach.

“Please, Lu.”

“I didn’t ask you to beg,” Lucifer chides, grinding Alastor down into the mattress as bright red claws dig into the back of his hand.

“Thank you,” Alastor bites out, eyes squeezed shut. “Thank you for fucking me, Lucifer. Please. I’m grateful. I am. I want to come on your cock, let me show you. Please.”

“Better,” Lucifer purrs.

There’s a hiss of static behind his words that says he’s not happy about this fact, but Lucifer can’t help but feel a bit of pride at the fact that the reason he reacted was because of how comfortable he felt.

He has to bite back a grin as he comes up behind the chair, looping his arms over the top so his hands rest in the middle of Alastor’s chest, over the scar still seared into his skin.

“So you got spooked.”

Alastor’s ears pin back against his head, the tips brushing against Lucifer’s cheek.

“I do not get spooked.”

“Alright,” Lucifer laughs, giving him a slight squeeze. “You got not-spooked, and you’re disappointed I stopped because?”

The faintest rumble of static runs over Lucifer’s arms—skittering across his skin and making his hair stand on end, and he lets his thumb press into Alastor’s sternum, rubbing reassuring circles into his skin through the fabric of his shirt.

“Similar to some of our other exploits,” Alastor starts, and only he could make this dynamic they’ve started exploring sound like some kind of business deal. “I found myself intrigued by the—”

His voice catches in his throat, and he fumbles for words.

“Loss of control?” he offers, his voice dropping as he brings his lips to the tender skin just below Alastor’s jaw, nipping playfully. It’s not enough to break skin, but the scratch of teeth is enough to send a visible shiver down Alastor’s spine.

“Precisely,” he says, breathlessly.

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