Alastor shoved Lucifer against the velvet wall of the hotel suite, his grin wide and predatory. "Look at you, all soft and ready to be fucked like the little apple tart you are." His clawed hand slid straight down Lucifer's chest, tearing the silk shirt open without hesitation. Buttons scattered across the floor.
Lucifer laughed low, already hard, his cock pressing against his trousers. "Big talk from a deer who can't stop broadcasting his own moans." He grabbed Alastor's antlers and yanked him into a bruising kiss, tongues sliding hot and wet. Alastor tasted like ozone and whiskey, sharp and filthy.
"Shut that pretty mouth," Alastor growled, dropping to his knees. He ripped Lucifer's pants open and freed his thick cock, already leaking at the tip. No teasing. He swallowed it straight down, throat working tight around the length while his tongue pressed hard along the underside. Lucifer cursed, hips jerking forward, fucking into that wet heat.
Alastor sucked like he wanted to ruin him, cheeks hollowed, saliva dripping down Lucifer's balls. One hand squeezed and rolled them rough while the other shoved two fingers between Lucifer's cheeks, dry at first, just pushing in. Lucifer groaned at the burn. "More, you bastard. Stretch me open."
Alastor pulled off with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting his lips to Lucifer's cock. "Begging already? Pathetic." He stood, spun Lucifer around, and bent him over the arm of the couch. Trousers yanked down to his ankles. Alastor's own cock sprang free, long, ridged, and flushed dark. He spat into his palm, slicked himself once, then lined up and shoved inside in one hard thrust.
Lucifer shouted, body clamping down around the sudden invasion.
Alastor didn't wait. He fucked him in short, brutal strokes, hips slapping loud against Lucifer's ass, static crackling in the air like a broken radio. "Tight little hole taking every inch. You were made for this, weren't you? My cock splitting you open while you drip all over the furniture."
Lucifer pushed back, meeting every thrust, one hand reaching down to jerk his own cock in time. "Harder, Alastor. Fuck me like you mean it." Alastor obliged, grabbing Lucifer's hips hard enough to bruise, pounding deeper until the couch scraped across the floor. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with Lucifer's filthy moans and Alastor's low, distorted growls.
Alastor reached around and wrapped his fingers around Lucifer's cock, stroking fast and rough, thumb smearing precum over the head. "Come on it. Come while I'm buried in your ass." Lucifer came with a strangled cry, stripes of cum painting the couch and his own stomach. His hole clenched tight, milking Alastor until the Radio Demon snarled and buried himself to the hilt, flooding him with hot pulses.
They stayed locked together, breathing ragged. Alastor pulled out slow, watching his cum leak down Lucifer's thighs. "Not done yet," he said, voice rough with static. He flipped Lucifer onto his back on the floor, spread his legs wide, and pushed back inside the slick mess he'd made. This time he went slower but deeper, grinding against that spot that made Lucifer's eyes roll back.
Lucifer hooked his legs around Alastor's waist, pulling him closer. "Fill me again. I want to feel it tomorrow." Alastor obliged, fucking him through the overstimulation until Lucifer was hard again and begging. They moved together, dirty and direct, until Alastor came a second time, biting Lucifer's shoulder hard enough to draw blood.
Afterward, Alastor stayed inside him, lazily rocking while they caught their breath. Lucifer grinned up at him, sweat-slick and satisfied. "Round three in the shower?"
Alastor’s smile sharpened. "Only if you ask nicely, Your Majesty." He pulled out, helped Lucifer stand on shaky legs, and steered him toward the bathroom already running the water hot. The night was far from over.
