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When Alastor was alive, the idea of Hell never terrified him.
He knew the crimes he had committed and, if what his pastor spouted growing up had turned out to be true, that there was always a chance he’d get sent down there. After all, one doesn’t simply murder and consume a dozen individuals without knowing the consequences.
And while the old man had been right in some regard, Alastor didn’t expect it to turn out quite like this.
During his time on earth, a person’s dynamic wasn’t discussed at great length. He had been taught during his schooling that being an Alpha meant he was on top of the proverbial food chain. If there was something he desired then all he had to do was puff out his chest, stare whoever down, and demand it. After all, it was his for the taking.
Sadly, things didn’t work like that in the afterlife.
No, according to most of the sinners he had met, depending on the severity of a demon’s sins their dynamic could potentially change. It wasn’t always a guaranteed consequence, but most new sinners found this out the hard way upon their arrival.
Most of the time, Betas would often stay as they were or in some cases became an Omega. While those who were already an Omega in their past life often went unchanged or they would experience more severe heats than they had previously on earth.
However, for someone who was previously an Alpha, the entire experience was designed to be more of a shock. A universal kick below the belt so to speak. Typically, they would become a Beta, stripped away of most of their raw power and given essentially nothing instead. And in extremely rare instances, an Alpha would be turned into the dynamic of an Omega.
Which is the exact camp Alastor found himself firmly rooted in.
The biggest shock had been the change in genitals for certain. The feeling of having nothing swing between his legs took some time to get used to, and it still threw him off when it came time to deal with one of the ‘joys’ of being an Omega.
He had only been in hell for six months when it first hit him, the problem he often saw his maman go through when he was alive. The very one that would leave her gasping for breath and calling out for his father to help her.
Those memories still tore at his heart. How she would scream at him to get away while locking herself in the bedroom for days on in. Her sobs echoed throughout the house as she desperately cried for her mate.
Who couldn’t even be bothered to come home and help her through her heats.
‘Fucking bastard.’
He shook the thought away and let out a growl. When this all first started, he assumed that it would be easy to ignore the issue. After all, he never felt the urge to claim a mate while he was alive, why would he start now? Especially if he was the one destined to play the submissive role.
But as the years passed by, it became harder to disregard the primal call. Exactly twice a year he would wake up to his sheets soaked and his entrance dripping. The only thing that even came close to satisfying him was using his tentacles in the most obscene way possible. Filling his aching hole with just one didn’t cut it, he had to use two for his core along with one crammed down his throat and another tendril shoved up his back entrance.
And not even that did anything to truly sate him.
An attempt was made to see if anyone or anything else would be able to help him. He even enlisted the help of Vox before their falling out, but despite the fact that the sinner was well hung for a Beta, without the presence of a knot there was no relief no matter how many times his ‘old pal’ ravaged him.
Nothing in all of Hell truly fulfilled him. No amount of toys, tentacles, or random Beta bedmates doused the flames that stirred in his gut. Alphas were a rare find, so turning to one of them wasn’t exactly easy even if Alastor wanted to lay with one.
After several decades of pain and suffering, Alastor began to lose hope. Doomed for all of eternity to be stripped down to his most basic impulses, only to be left achingly empty.
That is, until he met him.
It was cruel for someone like Alastor to be damned as an Omega while Lucifer, the short, prideful fallen angel got to prance around as an Alpha, free from his own dominion’s consequences. That fact alone was enough for him to be hostile toward the king. Having learned from others long ago that Alphas like Lucifer couldn’t be trusted regardless of the situation and that he needed to watch out when it came to God’s former favorite.
Except he stumbled somewhere along the way.
He tried to ignore the Alpha’s appeal. To forget that angelic smile that never failed to send a shiver through him, or how the former angel carried himself in a way that oozed confidence with every stride, reminding him of how he used to move about before his death. But he was unable to put those seemingly small details from his mind. They lured him in like a moth to the flame, beckoning him to come closer to the king.
It also didn’t help that Lucifer showed up several times at the hotel to assist with training the cannibals, always hanging around Alastor with a knowing smirk on his face. As the days counted down, Alastor couldn’t help but find himself falling for the devil’s charm.
And harder than he’d care to admit.
Their courtship, while rather short, was an intense one. Lucifer did everything a good Alpha was supposed to do; he made sure the Omega was well fed, brought him small gifts, and overall pampered Alastor in ways he never once believed he would ever have.
It was enough to knock him off his feet and directly onto his ass with how strong their attraction was for one another. Days before the battle with Heaven, they found themselves exchanging heated kisses and desperate touches in the hallway or stairwell. However, they never went further than that. Usually Alastor was the first one to break the contact, fleeing into the shadows before his potential mate could get another word out.
That all changed after his near death experience, though.
They almost mated a month after the failed extermination. Alastor had still been recovering from his fight with Adam, with his chest covered in several rows of stitches, the wound itself almost healed but not completely.
Sighing softly to himself, Alastor leaned back against the headboard of his bed. His eyes fluttered shut as the memories of their almost first time came flooding back to him.
Lucifer had come to check up on him, a simple request from Charlie. She was worried about him since he had spent the majority of the day up his tower without a word to anyone. The reason for this had been his heat was due any day and he wanted to properly prepare himself for it. However, the sweet girl still felt some need to make sure he was okay, so she had politely asked her dad to check up on the Omega.
An action that ended up with him on his knees, begging to take the Alpha’s cock down his throat.
It all had happened so fast, they had been playfully bickering at each other for their failures during the battle. Swapping insults like they were trading cards and making the other laugh. After a while, the conversation drifted towards sinners and their actions that got them sent to Hell before it finally landed on Alastor’s dynamic.
The king found it quite amusing that Alastor possessed so much power, especially for someone damned to be an Omega for all of eternity. He remembered how his eye twitched at the condescending tone, but instead of lashing out, Alastor simply smiled and told the king that there was more to him than meets the eye.
Lucifer had looked at him, genuine curiosity shining in those yellow and red orbs, with his head tilted to the side. Almost as if he was studying Alastor like a fine piece of art. When the sinner bristled and snapped at Lucifer to quit gawking, the king simply purred out, “Why would I?”
The air around them shifted as the intoxicating smell of apples and cider filled the room with those words. Against his will, his own scent flooded the space. He knew it was a rather unusual one, most demons said he smelled of smoke and whiskey, but Lucifer seemed to enjoy it greatly.
The king made the first move, scooting closer to Alastor until he was practically pressed up against him, inhaling his scent.
”You know, it’s been a while since I've met such a headstrong Omega.” One hand rested on the small of his back while the other tangled itself in his silky red hair. A whimper left Alastor’s lips when Lucifer tugged his head back, only for the king to stick his face right again the demon’s protruding scent gland and inhale with a moan.
”Who would’ve thought someone like you would smell so divine?”The words were murmured into his skin followed by a soft kiss to his throat as that teasing hand moved upwards, stroking his spine. Alastor shivered at the contact, slick quickly pooling in his undergarments from the soft touches as Lucifer purred out, “Tell me, have you ever been with an Alpha before?”
Alastor had released a whimper as the fallen angel continued his ministrations. His instincts warred within him, one part screamed for him to let Lucifer have his way with him, to breed him and fill him with a litter fawn. While the other demanded he attempt to kill the cocky king for daring to touch him in such a disrespectful manner.
Even if he did deserve a reward for being the perfect definition of a good Alpha.
Snapping out of the lust induced haze for a moment, Alastor pushed Lucifer away, firmly telling him that he never laid with one before and that he didn’t want to start now. The king looked a little put out, but slowly backed away, offering one last kiss to Alastor’s scent glad that made the poor Omega keen with sheer want.
Then that’s when he saw it.
The tent in Lucifer’s slacks was massive, bigger than anything he had ever seen before. A prominent bulge that would’ve been almost comical in any other situation, but instead he found his mouth watering at the sight.
’Dammit all.’
Lucifer let out a shocked gasp when Alastor flung himself down to his knees and immediately nuzzled the heavy cock. Loud purrs escaped him as he began to mouth along the clothed erection, fully submitting to his instincts.
”Alpha…”The word flowed from his lips as his hands reached up to undo the belt that rested above what he craved, nimble fingers making quick work of the metal clasps, “Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please, let me have it.”
Right as the buckle was almost undone, smaller hands grabbed his own. His eyes snapped up to glare at Lucifer, he swallowed down the whine that threatened to spill from him before growling out, “What?”
”You told me no.” Lucifer slowly moved Alastor’s hands away, lowering them until they were no longer in the vicinity of that large cock, “If it’s something you truly want then I’ll let you have it, but the longer I’m in here the more I can smell the traces of heat coming from you. I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re not in the right state of mind...”
Alastor opened his eyes with a snarl. He had foolishly agreed that it probably wasn’t the right thing to do at the time and Lucifer took his leave shortly after. Before the king left, he had snapped his fingers, conjuring up plenty of snacks and water for Alastor. In addition, Lucifer had manifested a handkerchief and rubbed the cloth against his scent glands before pressing it into Alastor’s hand with a strained smile.
With a huff, Alastor threw the blankets off to expose his bare, overheated body. That little instance had been just over six months ago and his next heat was beginning to start.
They had discussed after his last cycle what they would do for the upcoming one. Neither one of them could deny the attraction they felt towards the other. Lucifer still kept up his duties as an Alpha by showering Alastor with attention at every turn. While their meetings in the halls became more intense too.
The latest one ended with his pants and underwear halfway down his thighs as Lucifer’s nimble fingers pumped in and out of his hole, bringing him to a heavenly orgasm.
Not that he would ever admit how good it felt to Lucifer.
Ultimately, after much discussion, Alastor gave the king permission to mate him. Although, he made it clear that a child was not to result from the coupling. Lucifer seemed a little disheartened, even though they both knew it was for the best, and vowed that any seed he spilled inside of the sinner would be infertile.
At least. For this heat.
“Must be nice to control your body like that.” Alastor muttered to himself while attempting to get comfortable on the bed. Slick already pooled in between his thighs, causing them to become sticky as a wave of arousal crashed into him.
Glancing over to the clock on the wall, he saw it was about ten minutes until midnight. Lucifer had agreed to come up at the top of the hour to help him through the damned heat. This time around, he had the foresight to already prepare for the event with plenty of pillows and blankets for the pair to nest in along with enough food and water for them both off the side.
Now all he had to focus on was the actual act of sleeping with The King of Hell.
Another pulse of arousal tore through him at the thought and more slick gushed from his entrance, coating his thighs once more. He tried to concentrate on how in just a few minutes, his Alpha would be there to take care of him, all he had to do was wait.
But sadly his instincts weren’t happy with that decision.
A high pitch whine spilled from his lips as his hand trailed down to his throbbing cunt. The emptiness he felt was almost enough to drive him insane. Unable to tolerate it any longer, he dipped two fingers inside, rapidly pumping them to try and gain some relief.
“Fuck, Lucifer, please.” He bucked his hips into the touch, trying to take the digits in deeper. It was a far cry from the real thing, but with his hazy mind it was all he could think of to try and relieve some of the agony coursing though his body as he cried out, “Lucifer!”
His shouts were met with nothing but the slick sounds of his fingers rapidly pumping inside. High pitched whines spilled from his lips as frustration bubbled within him. It wasn’t enough, it was never enough.
Desperate for more, he angled his hips, barely managing to brush against his sweet spot. Throwing his head back, he managed to rub his thumb against his sensitive clit, rubbing small circles against the nub. The touch was almost enough to make him cum, just a little more and-
“My, my. Did someone get started without me?”
Alastor snapped his eyes open and met Lucifer’s own, the second their gazes locked, his body convulsed. Mouth falling open in a silent scream, Alastor couldn’t help the tremors that wracked through him as he reached his peak. His walls fluttered around his fingers, clenching down around them as more fluid leaked from his hole.
Lucifer watched with wide eyes as Alastor rode out his climax, rocking into his hand desperately as the aftershocks lit up his entire being. Once they subsided, he slowly moved his hand away, allowing for his cunt to be on full display for the king.
“Well you certainly know how to captivate an audience.” The words were purred out as Lucifer snapped his fingers, banishing his own clothes to leave him completely bare. He looked absolutely famished standing before the sinner. Alastor could almost see the fire dancing in those bright eyes, along with the actual flames that danced in the air as Lucifer’s horns and tail came out. The long appendage thrashed rapidly on the ground, causing small tremors to shake the room.
But that wasn’t the only thing the sinner was focused on.
He couldn’t help but stare at the heavy cock that stood proud between those pale thighs, whimpering at the sight. Lucifer gave him a smirk, slowly stroking the length as he continued to gaze at Alastor’s debauched state.
“Look at you, we haven’t even started and you’re already so eager for this,” Lucifer gave the thick member a squeeze at the tip, allowing pearly beads of pre to leak out and dribble down the pale length. The sight alone was enough to make Alastor’s mouth water, wishing he could have those heavenly droplets on his tongue instead of them going to waste.
“Please, Lucifer.” He held an arm out towards the king. It was a blow to his pride to be reduced down to his instincts, but he couldn’t help the quaver in his voice as he begged, “Help me, I need you.”
“Well how can I resist my Omega’s sweet words?” That deep purr sent another shiver through Alastor as the short Alpha stalked over to the bed, slowly crawling on top of it before stopping short at Alastor’s hooves. Lucifer leaned down to place a kiss on his bare calf, nipping at the skin there before whispering, “Are you truly ready to get this started?”
Alastor released another whimper as slick dribbled down his bare thighs, staining the bedsheets beneath him. Instinctually, his legs spread wider, giving Lucifer a better view of his dripping entrance.
Head snapping up, he watched as Lucifer’s nostrils flared, taking in the sweet scent of heat along with Alastor’s own smoky one. His large cock twitched hard, spilling more pre onto the sheets below before climbing up the sinner’s body.
“So perfect,” Alastor gasped when he felt Lucifer’s cock drag up his legs, smearing the translucent fluid on his pale grey skin. Once Lucifer reached his upper thighs, the smaller demon bent down, placing a row of kisses along the soft flesh, whispering praises as he trailed his hands up Alastor’s side.
He wiggled under Lucifer’s gentle touch. Unused to the attention, his face heated up with embarrassment. Even though a small primal part of him beamed with pride over a strong Alpha taking this much interest in him.
Feeling a little bold, Alastor reached one hand down, gently lifting Lucifer’s chin to meet his gaze as he purred out, “Does my body please you, Sire?”
The pupils were blown out in those expressive eyes, wide enough that they almost took up the entirety of the red irises. A low growl escaped the king, lip drawn back to show sharp fangs. Annoyance flickered across those angelic features, likely caused by being interrupted, but Alastor didn’t release his hold.
He wanted to entice Lucifer a little more instead.
Swallowing hard, Alastor trailed his clean hand down his stomach heading straight to his core. He skirted around his clit in favor of gathering slick from his leaking hole. Once the clear fluid coated the digits, he held them out to his lover, staring Lucifer down with a smile, “If I do not then perhaps this will?”
Silence hung in the air for a beat. Then another, until Lucifer took Alastor’s fingers into his warm mouth. A gasp escaped Alastor as that forked tongue eagerly cleaned the slick digits.
“Hm, taste so good my dear,” Lucifer pulled off of them with a moan, tongue shamelessly hanging out as his eyes flicked to Alastor’s cunt. Before Alastor could even process the change, a scream tore from his throat as Lucifer dove down, eagerly lapping at his leaking hole.
The filthy wet sounds of Lucifer’s lips against his own filled the air. Red tipped fingers tangled themselves in blond locks as the king ate Alastor like he was a man starved. The sinner threw his head back, panting shamelessly as pure euphoria flooded his body.
“God, oh God! Lucifer!” He bucked his hips into the touch, grinding his clit into the bridge of his lover’s nose as that damn tongue slipped inside of him. The thick muscle wasted no time gathering every bit of slick up, only for Lucifer to loudly gulp it down with a groan.
The pressure steadily built in his gut, every small movement from the king set his body ablaze. Forgoing his grip on Lucifer’s hair, Alastor moved his hands to grip at the long horns in front of him, using them to hold Lucifer in place as he rocked against his mate’s face.
He knew that his end was drawing near. Lucifer was relentless in his quest to consume every drop of fluid from his throbbing core. It took a few more flicks of that tongue before Alastor arched his back, screaming Lucifer’s name as he rode out his orgasm on the king’s tongue.
Harsh pants spilled from his lips as the aftershocks lit up his body. His legs twitched softly as Lucifer pulled away from his pussy, sitting back on his haunches. Alastor groaned when he saw the slick that dribbled down the king’s chin as those wild eyes stared him down.
“Need more,” The words were choked out as the flame between Lucifer’s horns grew larger. His black tail wrapped itself around Alastor’s waist, lifting him up slightly and pulling him towards that thick cock. The swollen tip barely brushed against his aching core, making them both cry out.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” Lucifer took his member in hand, rubbing the cock head in between the slick folds. Alastor’s eyes were trained on the sight, a whine threatened to tumble from his lips when it just barely dipped it. Lucifer growled, making the sinner look up at him before he snarled out, “Fuck, Al. I’m not going to be able to hold back. Tell me you’re sure about this, please. I don’t want to hurt you.”
A desperate cry tumbled from his lips at the thought of the Alpha leaving him. Not after he had waited for so long.
Unable to hold back, Alastor reached up to grab a handful of blond hair, pulling Lucifer down to his level. His love looked confused for just a moment because a small chuckle escaped those sinful lips when Alastor kissed him. They both moaned loudly against each other as their tongues entwined.
Lucifer took the opportunity to run his hands across Alastor’s body. The sinner squirmed under the touch, whimpering as it felt like trails of fire were left in those skilled hands as they explored every inch of him. Slim fingers gently pinched and rolled his nipples, tugging the tender buds until they were pebbled under the teasing touch. He cried the king’s name out when one hand finally dipped down between his slick thighs to gently rub his clit, making him break the intense kiss and thrash against the mattress.
“Alastor,” the sinner’s name was a breathy gasp on Lucifer’s lips as the Omega shamelessly ground into his hand, almost pushing that fat cock inside of him in the process, “Please, I won’t be able to hold back much longer. Just tell me that you want me.”
Red eyes flicked up to take in Lucifer’s expression. The short Alpha looked sincere, worry etched into his features. His brows were drawn together in concentration as his body trembled from the restraint.
Almost like he was scared of hurting the Overlord
“If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t have asked for this arrangement in the first place,” Alastor leaned forward to breathe in their combined scents. It reminded him of drinking spiked apple cider around a bonfire, something he did often during his time on earth. He lifted his head up to place a soft kiss against Lucifer’s lips once more before he pulled back to whisper, “Now please, Lucifer, I want you inside of me. Give me your knot, please Sire.”
A snarl answered him as Lucifer leaned back. He watched with wide eyes as his lover rubbed the tip of his cock against his leaking hole once more. Lucifer shot him a reassuring look as he slowly pressed inside, stretching Alastor to his limits.
And making him scream.
“Fuck!” His legs immediately wrapped around Lucifer’s waist, pulling the smaller demon in deeper. Being penetrated alone was almost enough to make him cum once again, especially with the way Lucifer continued to tease his clit with one dull claw.
Tears pricked at his eyes as he adjusted to the large intrusion, peering up, Alastor managed to catch sight of Lucifer’s blissed out expression. Those pale cheeks were flushed a beautiful shade of gold and his lover’s body trembled with effort to stay still.
“So tight for me, so wet,” Lucifer growled the words out as he rocked forward, sending sparks of pleasure down Alastor’s spine. That damn tail tightened around his waist once more, allowing Lucifer to hold him in place as the king began to pump into him.
Alastor keened high in his throat, tilting his head to the side instinctually as Lucifer began to move. A deep croon rang out, catching the sinner’s attention in time to see a wild smile light up Lucifer’s face.
“That’s it, keep up those pretty noises for me,” The slick sound of skin slapping skin filled the air as Lucifer’s pace picked up. Their combined scent filled the room as well, an intoxicating mixture that made Alastor’s head swim. Lucifer chuckled above him, slamming in hard enough heavy balls to leave bruises on the backs of Alastor’s pale grey thighs as the king growled out, “So good for me, I’m going to fuck you until this bed breaks.”
A whimper spilled from him as he raised his arms up to grab onto pale shoulders, digging his claws into the firm flesh hard enough to draw blood that flowed down strong arms in rivulets. Lucifer winced slightly at the pain, but continued his rapid face, panting out, “Fuck, easy, my sweet Omega. Don’t want to claw me up too much.”
Alastor shot a glare at the Alpha before allowing his eyes to flutter shut. The feeling of that thick cock slamming into his sweet spot felt amazing. No demon that he had ever laid with before made him feel this way. His lower half was so deliciously full that for a brief moment, he thought he might cry from the pure pleasure he felt.
“Lucifer, more, please.” He cracked an eye open as his lover stilled completely, for a moment, he worried that he had upset the Alpha. Fear coursed through him for a second, worried that Lucifer would leave him.
Except that’s not what the king had planned.
“Oh, my doe wants more?” Lucifer let out a breathless chuckle. Moving Alastor’s legs until they rested upon his shoulders, “Then I’ll give you more. Hold on, my dear.”
Alastor was barely given a moment to process the words before Lucifer began to properly fuck into him. The king dug his claws into the supple flesh of Alastor’s thighs and used his tail to help bounce the sinner of his throbbing prick. It didn’t take much before the bed shook with their rapid movements, slamming into the headboard with great force as the king snarled above him.
Each thrust from those powerful hips sent that fat cock straight into his sweet spot. Stars danced in Alastor’s vision as he tangled his hands in the bed sheets below him, trying to ground himself from the overwhelming feeling, screaming Lucifer’s name out, not caring if anyone heard him.
“Shit! Yes! Just like that, Alpha!” Tears began to well in Alastor’s eyes, threatening to spill as he found himself closer to cumming once more, “You’re doing so good for me. Make me cum and fill me with your knot, please!”
Sharp claws dug into his hips as Lucifer found a way to move even faster. The bed frame creaked loudly beneath them, threatening to give away at any moment. Lucifer sounded like a wild animal above him, slamming into him with a snarl on his lips.
He was almost there, the blissful release was so close he could almost taste it. He tried to warn Lucifer, but the king hoisted his lower body up even further. Almost bending the sinner in half so he could bite down on Alastor’s neck, mere inches from his scent gland.
“Fuck!” Alastor’s back arched high as the pain finally pushed him over the edge. His entire body tensed up as another intense orgasm crashed through him. Faintly, he heard Lucifer growl above him and felt the swell of the king’s knot catch his hole.
“So close, dear. Gonna knot you. Fuck, wanna mark you next. Please, Al.” Lucifers words were almost pleading, desperate as the Alpha fucked him through the soul shattering orgasm, leaving the Overlord quaking beneath him.
The king’s pace faltered, turning sloppy as Lucifer’s own release began to catch up to him. Alastor watched as those dark brows drew together once more in concentration, deciding to try and help his lover, he reached a hand up to cup Lucifer’s chin and forced him to meet his gaze.
“Then cum for me, Sire. Fill me up and I’ll let you claim me for yourself.”
Red and yellow eyes went wide at the promise. Alastor couldn’t help the shocked gasp that came out of his mouth as Lucifer’s thrusted into him with renewed vigor. The change in pace made the sinner scream, a loud piercing shriek as he flailed against the bed. Lucifer let out a ragged breath, slamming into Alastor only a few more times before the knot finally popped inside of Alastor’s cunt, stretching him wide as Lucifer came with a long, drawn out groan.
The pair laid there panting for a moment, the swollen knot locking them together as cum spilled deep inside Alastor’s throbbing core. He whimpered at the feeling, shifting slightly beneath Lucifer, but overall enjoying the feeling.
He was finally full.
Gentle hands caressed his scarred body. Slowly tracing the large blemishes that decorated his skin. Alastor shivered under the touch, causing his body to tense up once more and clench down around his Alpha, making him groan loudly as that thick cock twitched once more.
Alastor watched as his lover’s horns and tail retreated, making Lucifer look much smaller above him, but he didn’t voice the thought around. Instead, Lucifer was the first to break the silence. Leaning up to place a soft kiss to Alastor’s neck, licking over his scent gland with a purr, “Did you mean it?”
A soft hum escaped the sinner as he lifted a hand up to stroke Lucifer’s sweat soaked hair. A mating bite was permanent, something that could never be undone no matter what either man did. However, there was no other demon in all of Hell Alastor could picture being his partner.
“Yes, I believe I did,” Alastor gave a smile to the king, raising his head up to peck Lucifer’s cheek. The position they were in was uncomfortable on his back, stretching him in a way that would leave him sore come morning. But he wasn’t focused on that for the moment.
“I mean, you can, after the heat is over. I think you still need to prove that you’re the best mate for me. After all, the bed is still in one piece isn’t it?”
The coy words brought a smile to Lucifer’s face and caused a laugh to spill from those sinful lips. Alastor watched as Lucifer moved to press their foreheads together, those beautiful eyes trained on his own.
“You’re right. I’ll have to do better, after all, you’re still able to run your smart mouth. I’ll need to fix that…”