It's the 26th already?! Jesus, only a few days until the final post of me and the fab five! The reception of our kinky collab has been so rewarding and great... I will truly miss it when it's over. But we have a lot of other opportunities to get together and feed the HornyDeerCult (I'm side-eyeing an event in February SO HARD rn, so stay tuned for that :D)
The beautiful Syn also created a Masterlist for Kinktober which makes rereading / catching up easier for all you horny deer cultists!
Warnings&Tags: Exhibitionism, Stalking, Possessive Sex - you know, the works
Not a week, but a month has passed, and the television demon had been awfully quiet. Alastor laughed into his brandy sitting in his free hand, the other pleasantly occupied with the writhing fallen angel's cock that was pressed into his side.
Those little midnight meetings filled with booze, conversation and shared intimacies in his radio tower have become an almost nightly occurrence, and tonight was no exception: Too eager was Lucifer, who seemed lost in his need after decades of abandonment by his former wife, to seek out all matters of companionship, and Alastor had no trouble in obliging.
Now, that is.
The way to the now had been a long, twisted one, and there were still a few paces left to be taken - especially since Charlotte was still mercifully oblivious to the changed dynamics between her father and him - but they were getting there, inch by delicious inch. All in good time.
Another step had been taken in that regard when the king of hell had agreed to a daring bit of shenanigans Alastor had proposed. He had been sure - and the silence was his confirmation - that Vox would put two and two together, after the initial shock of both jealousy and excitement had passed seeing Alastor pleasure the king of hell through a hole - in one of the new frivolous clubs the Vee's pumped out every once in a while no less - and the fact that it had taken him so long to get in touch was a testament to how much it had rattled him, up to the point where he'd even hesitate to even try some good old fashioned blackmailing. Alastor was positively delighted by the fact that the cards were entirely in his favor, with the King of Aces moaning his name next to him.
"Ngh, Al, oh fuck, there's... ah..."
"I admire your eloquence, my king, but I don't need directions today..." Alastor teased, setting the glass aside to pull the smaller one entirely onto his lap, whispering into the crook of his neck and rubbing at the tender tip of his erection with his thumb under the restrictive slacks he wore.
"...no, there's a dr-ooohh..." Lucifer's words were swallowed by the wanton moan as he thrust weakly against his working hand, trembling under the ministrations he was providing.
"There's a drone... outside," he finally managed to ground out, leaning heavily against him to turn his face to the window and nod towards it.
Alastors grin only grew at the revelation. There it was, a small, black shade circling his tower, its red light blinking traitorously at both of them from every possible angle.
"It seems, my star, that our little peeping-tom finally found some of his courage." He tilted his head curiously. "But still too cowardly to show himself in person. Very well..." He made no attempt to cover the view from the drone, unabashed as he watched its lens zoom and twist around as it settled and focused solely onto them.
"What do you say, mon ange? If he wants to get a good show," Alastor continued to stroke Lucifer's aching hard-on as he spoke. "Shall we give him a memorable one?"
The fallen angel laughed through his labored breathing, watching the whirring thing with his burning eyes as he grinned and tilted his hips a little higher to grind his ass down into Alastor's lap with purpose.
"Might as well - we need to get the point across, don't we?"
"Yes, we indeed do." Alastor muttered into Lucifer's neck, inhaling his scent as he traced the bite mark he'd left the day before. It had not quite disappeared, leaving a pale ring around his nubile skin, his wicked claim on this pristine, holy body.
Yes, there was a point to be made, and Alastor's pulse quickened at the prospect of breaking his most persistent foe's ego. As such, he did not prolong this desultory foreplay, shoving down the stubborn pants until they gathered just below the king's ankles. No undergarments, he observed - no need for any with a member that looked like it ought to belong on the carvings at Delphi, and the observation was enough to coax a low sound from Alastors chest as Lucifer turned to straddle him, kicking what was left of the trousers off and wrapping his spaded tail around his thigh and calf.
The King chuckled at the hungry look he gave his prize. Alastor always ate him alive with his eyes - the only way of cannibalism Lucifer vocally appreciated. He had, in their nightly activities, indulged him on several occasions, most prominently at the sex club, licking and tasting the heavenly erection without the drawing of angelic blood until he would spill, but the reward for it was the very thing Alastor desired: Lucifers pure, addicting essence.
It had been challenging to hand over the reigns, to somehow submit and serve the king of hell in a state of temporary subordination. But there was a kind of grace that came from it - a sense of superiority to have a man such as him, a creature of sin so powerful, coming undone at his behest even when he wasn't in active control - and that was not lost on Lucifer. So, in his very nature, they found quite the pleasure in switching places once in a while - But for this occasion, Alastor was almost grateful that it was his turn on being serviced.
The drone hovered closer and closer, its silhouette crisp against the deep reds, purples and blues of hell's night sky.
"Someone's keen," Lucifer smiled as he traced Alastors ear from the base up to the sensitive tips, sending shivers down Alastors spine, and ran a delicate, teasing finger up his partner's clothed member, bulging from his black trousers. "And mighty jealous of my place I'd say?"
Alastor bucked forward, growling and grabbing a hold of Lucifer's ass, hands on either cheek, and squeezed.
"Oh, no doubt about it," He said, meeting his eye as he opened his pants. "... after all, a certain lack of prudence has gotten him where he is." He glanced outside, towards the red, watching eye, then back to Lucifer, tugging his pants a little lower as he added with a growl, "One might think that he would have acquired some restraint by now."
"Then we ought to teach him some. By providing an example he won't forget." Lucifer cooed and raised his hips, one hand steadying himself against Alastor's torso, the other guiding Alastors member between his cheeks, sliding it against the puckered hole and grinding back down once the tip was securely nestled against him.
"Make sure he gets my good side, honey."
He uttered the word between shallow, uneven breaths and rolled his hips, teasing both the drone and Alastor with the mere suggestion of what they were about to do.
"As if you have a bad one, my star."
And he already was, even without this delightfully impish remark. The black tendrils of his magic were tightly wrapped around the drones frame, forcing it to turn and film it only the places Alastor dictated - he could practically feel the angry electrical waves from the certainly seething overlord, and it made him even more hard to know that he stripped Vox of the little control he might've had watching the pair.
Alastor sank the claws of his right hand into Lucifer's flesh with an excited quiver at the promise, grabbing his neck with his left and pushing his thumb against the prince's chin to draw the pretty lips into a kiss that had the king moaning as he parted them to welcome Alastor's tongue. He drank in every noise, a wave of lust flooding him with each eager twitch the royal shaft delivered between their bodies, the taste of it sweet and heavy on his mouth as Lucifer finally stopped the torment, lowering himself properly and opening his eyes wide as Alastor breached his tight, velvety ass, sending a shiver down his spine when his shape parted and spread the walls around it, sliding in as effortlessly as his already prepared body allowed him.
Alastor liked being a gentleman in all matters, even in bedroom etiquette, and even though the added insolent audience fueled both of their feverish passion, there was a point of satisfying the raw, primal lust that required being racked in half on a cock. Under the dutiful watch of Alastors shadow his tentacles made sure Vox didn't miss even an inch of their encounter: First, Lucifer sank himself down onto his partner and stayed there for a moment to adjust - no matter the preparation, there was always that first split second that bordered on discomfort, that slight tinge of pain inflicted by Alastors sheer circumference, which made the entire affair worth the trouble.
A blissful pause passed, their mouths barely parted, lips still touching in anticipation for another kiss when the angel in his lap started moving with a low, content whine, supporting himself with hands on each of Alastors shoulders to balance his rhythm. When he sat down properly again he grinded his ass forward a little bit further, pulling the demon's length just that extra centimeter deeper before drawing the air out of him with an achingly slow raise. While Lucifer was always an expressive bed partner, Alastor noted through the jolts of pleasure how his movements, his whole body seemed to be immersed into the sensual act even further - perhaps the knowledge that he was, in some capacity, exposed and watched excited him, spurred him on to set the metaphorical exclamation mark to the unspoken statement they were about to make.
He closed his eyes briefly, just the moment when the pleasure sparked as their bodies reunited. Alastors hand closed around the red and golden feathers of Lucifer's sprouting wings as he thrust into the writhing devil that rocked and rode his lap, gasping as he threw his head back and adjusted the angle slightly to coax a hitched whimper from his lover. It took mere seconds for the sound to travel back down to Alastors own dick, making him growl and snap his hips up into Lucifer again while pulling the small body deep down onto him with a firm grip of his claws.
A throaty chuckle escaped Alastor and he had to put a great amount of effort into opening his eyes again: If he wouldn't he wouldn't see the lithe body rocking against his, and there was no way he'd ever miss that. And he made sure neither would Vox's remote eye, manipulating the tendrils to record every drop of sweat that cascaded down Lucifer's marble complexion, every involuntary twist of the graceful form under Alastors thrusts and every melodic sob of his name spilling from the bruised lips as the ruler of hell was lost in the ecstasy of their union, tipping back as much as Alastors grip allowed to grant a perfect view of their joined flesh meeting. Lucifer's own dripping cock was an afterthought, drooping against his navel, trapped between them and moving to the same staccato as their bodies were.
"What a marvel you are, my darling..." The words were quiet, a low groan of affection and lust, and he bit at the nape of Lucifer's neck, digging teeth in past the skin. Lucifer arched beautifully at the spark of pain, bucking in his arms and groaning breathily into his ear, the little lapse of hesitation almost bringing him to his own end. He raised a shaking hand to rest against Lucifer's chin once again, pushing the claw of his index finger into the warm cavern, holding his jaw a little shut as he was pistoned into from beneath,
"My fallen star. Mine."
His tone darkened and turned sharp, the words rumbling out of his chest in a thick, possessive tone that made Lucifer whine through the intrusive digit and tighten around Alastors erection. The reaction made the corner of his lip twitch into a malicious smirk, and he held the Angel closer to himself. He kept staring out towards the drone, into the camera's glass that now represented the piercing electronic gaze, the bastard who chose to watch them like a parasite in Alastor's life that was too stubborn to die off.
Lucifer, panting and nearing his breaking point, followed his gaze as he increased the pace, all but plummeting down his shaft with each rocking motion. He bit down onto the finger in his mouth, coating it with the soft pink of his tongue that curled underneath, making Alastor grin and slowly pull it out of the wet heat, his blood beautifully coating Lucifer's lips like lipstick.
"Yes, honey. I'm all yours. And no one should forget that you..." The flame between his horns glowed brighter, illuminating his flushed face as he looked into the window once again, meeting his gaze with the droning camera that stared right back at them from the outside world,
"... are mine and mine alone."
And as Lucifer, lost in his emotions, raised and lowered his hips again for the final blow to both his and Alastors climax, he flicked his wrist and let his flames engulf the drone in tandem with the black tentacles tearing it apart to send burning bits and debris onto the streets below his radio tower.
With a final cry Lucifer came in hot spurts into the space between their moving torsos, contracting and convulsing in a magnificent show of unbridled lust and need, but was immediately quieted by Alastors firm hold and teeth scraping along the flesh of his neck that, combined, robbed him of his breath and all strength to move as he was filled with his lovers come.
Only their heavy breaths filled the silence after, the echoes of the fiery explosion dying down below them, but for a long moment neither spoke a word, enjoying the post-orgasm haze in the absence of the uninvited audience. Their touches grew gentler, yet no less ravenous for attention: Alastors tongue slid over the wound he left in the king's neck and he clasped his hands possessively around his middle as the Devil settled his head on the radio demons heaving chest, sighing from exhaustion but with a content grin as he draped his wings around Alastor's body.
"Finished with a bang. I believe the message should've gotten through to him now." The staticky, rough rumble in Alastors voice, thick with lingering lust, was warm against the fallen angel's skin. A comforting buzz amidst the haze of satiation. Lucifer laughed, his voice hoarse from the strain of the past minutes and placed a kiss just above Alastors heart, leaving a mark of his lips in his own blood, the timid gesture sending a shiver down Alastors spine that made his ears twitch.
Lucifer just grinned up at him, eyes as soft as the hands that found their way onto his back to pull his chest onto him and fill the void between them.
"One done, 4 billion souls to go."
