#sub!lucifer

truth was, asmo also didn’t like having two of his lovers more interested in each other than him. of course, the lustful demon could easily get solomon's attention back onto him, but it was yours that he'd need help with.

"i don’t care for your horny adventures, asmodeus." lucifer replied, standing up straight and looking away from the tv after his gaze lingered for a beat too long.

"i'm just saying," asmo shrugged, the sleeve of his sweater slipping down his shoulder, "if i were as prideful as you, i wouldn't let myself be beat by a human." now that. that stung lucifer more than he would like to admit.

the oldest brother's eyes flickered back over to the tv where the main character was now doing a strip tease, slowly inching his dress down to reveal lacy undergarments. as soon as he sighed, asmo knew he had won. until- "no." followed by lucifer walking away from him.

"what?! whyyyyy~? lucifer, come on, please?"

"get fucked, asmo."

"CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING TO DO THAT?!"

that was how he ended up like this, why he brushed asmo off after the latter threw the outfit into his room before he could slam the door shut. now, he was waiting, impatiently for you to come home. he couldn't even sit in this stupid thing it was so short. his whole ass would just be on the seat. so, lucifer stood there, staring at his reflection in the mirror far more than he would ever admit.

he didn’t look like a demon right now. he looked soft, feminine with less sharp edges. it looked a little comical how his muscles contrasted with the little lace edges on the top of the thigh high stockings he was wearing, but it still made him stare. the white mini dress asmo had thrown him--suspiciously in his size--was short. it barely covered half of his ass, completely exposing the bottom of the red panties that were supposed to be hidden beneath it. on the hem laid a delicate lace trim that matched the one from the white socks which were being held up by garters of the same colour attached to his panties. he felt ridiculous. he felt feminine. although, at the same time, he wanted your attention back on him so desperately. therefore, if this is what it took to get your eyes away from that sorcerer, he'd do it.

"luci~, i'm home!" lucifer heard your voice echo through the halls of the house. his pride swelled a little at the fact that you called for him over any of his other brothers. however, he was still getting antsy and wished you'd just come upstairs already.

"up here, my love." he shouted back, his voice a little hesitant as it quieted half way through his announcement, almost like he wasn't so sure if he still wanted you to see him like this. his eyes remained locked onto his reflection, overanalyzing every part of his skimpy little outfit.

"this is ridiculous..." lucifer muttered to himself, tugging the hem of the dress down in an attempt to cover himself even as it stubbornly refused to go any lower. the piece of fabric seemed offended that he would even try to elongate it and rolled up higher in protest. "shit..." the demon cursed, bending over slightly to look down better and force it down.

"holy shit..." lucifer suddenly heard your voice in the doorway as you quietly breathed a curse of shock, your jaw dropped as your eyes went straight to his barely covered ass.

he stood up straight so fast it almost made him slip on the soft socks he was wearing. "i-um... asmo, he..." lucifer tried to dig through his mind for anything that could possibly excuse why he was dressed up like this, but he ultimately came up short--not wanting to admit his brother convinced him to do anything. "...do you like it?" he finally asked after a moment of stammering, his voice uncharacteristically small and timid.

"are you kidding me? lucifer, i love it..." you responded incredulously, shocked he would even ask you that when he looked so fucking gorgeous like this. he was in a pretty dress, pretty panties, pretty stockings, and of course those garters you would love to snap against his thighs right about now. your hands slid over his hips as you walked close enough to him.

you would expect this type of thing from asmo, but lucifer? that was a whole other type of shock. he was so fucking cute right now it nearly made you melt from how he shivered under your touch. your eyes couldn't help but be pulled to the mirror his back was now facing, seeing the black of the dress and a flash of red from the panties showing underneath.

"what's the occasion? don’t tell me i missed a birthday or something." you asked suddenly, abruptly concerned that there was some meaning behind this act that you were missing.

"no, no," lucifer shook his head. should he tell you he did it to get your attention off solomon? no, that could lead into an argument and right now he was strangely turned on by the atmosphere combined with the way you were looking at his clothes. "just, wanted to surprise you." he decided, to which you cooed at him and looked up, from where you had been shamelessly staring at his tits in the low cut of the dress, to kiss him slowly.

"well, it's certainly a lovely surprise. your ass looks amazing right now, baby. i mean, all of you looks amazing, but your ass especially. you have no idea how badly i wanna spank you until your skin matches the colour of your pretty panties." you admitted as you pulled away. he could feel the air of your confession on his lips and it sent shockwaves through his body, his craving for your desire finally given the opportunity to be quenched.

"do it. please." he begged suddenly, the request slipping through his mouth before he could stop it - before his pride could stop it. lucifer hadn't realized how badly he had missed your touch until you had offered it to him, even if rough.

"are you sure? i was just saying. it's more of a punishment-" you started to protest, taking back your words in case he thought you were displeased with him.

"no, i want you to." he cut you off then, his eyes becoming more pleading now as you suddenly seemed to pull away your offer to touch him, "please?"

you smiled at that, your hands sliding up to lucifer's waist as you walked him backwards onto the bed. "okay, gorgeous. whatever you want."

lucifer sat back on the bed, laying down when you urged him to. "crawl back up there, then face down ass up, sexy." you told him, telling him every part of what to do and watching with an exhilarating pleasure as he moved backwards on his hands with his feet coming up to help push himself to the middle of the bed. once there, he turned around slowly onto his hands and knees, spreading the latter wide so that he'd be more comfortable with his back arched and the side of his face against the pillow. his dress slid up his back, fully exposing his ass covered by those pretty, delicate, lacy, red panties.

your hands slid over his full, plump ass, making him let out a shaky breath. "please." he begged quietly again, having been so desperate to get some reassurance that he was still your favourite and not that dreadful wizard. the second your left hand squeezed his hip and your right pulled back before swinging hard against his ass, he started to feel it. "harder, please."

"my love..." you whispered, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the waistband of his panties as you pushed his dress to bunch up on his waist. "is something wrong?"

you couldn't help but worry a bit, your hands gently but firmly massaging his tingling fat as you waited for his response which was nothing more than a hitch of breath and a soft, "no." that you didn’t believe. but, you decided not to push it until later, knowing that you probably wouldn't get anything more than that for now.

after a moment of contemplating, you pulled your hand back again, hitting his pale skin harder and watching as a pink handprint blossomed along it. he moaned softly, his hand clenching into a fist around the pillow he was resting against.

then, you spanked him again, and again, and again, until he hiccuped softly. you had a feeling you knew what this was about. lucifer always got a bit hurt when you diverted your attention a bit too far to one of the other demons, or angel, or wizard. "i love you." you whispered, feeling him push his ass back against your hands as a silent beg for more.

"i love you too..." he whispered back, blinking away the tears that were flooding his vision as he waited for another spanking from you, another smack to ground him back to what was real. and right now, that was your love and affections for him.

you spanked him again, watching his ass jiggle from the impact and the hue of his skin blend in closer and closer to the shade of his panties. he looked like a beautiful work of art, and you already knew you'd be keeping this outfit for your gorgeous demon to wear again. you'd use your pact if it came down to it, but either way you'd absolutely be seeing this look on him again, along with the angry red of your spankings on his butt and thighs.

for now though, you'd spank him until he felt good again, until he was in tears and reaching back for your hands. then, you'd massage cream into him and help him to sit on your thighs, pulling the dress over his head and detaching the garter straps. he'd stay in his panties and stockings though, and he'd cuddle against you with you whispering sweet nothings into his ear about how good he did--how well he took your spankings.

your gorgeous demon. you'd have to thank asmo later.

a/n: so, in case you saw my last post begging for help in my mission to post this, you'd see that we had to make some changes. (i'm sorry anon, i hope you find this 🥹)

"ple- pleanghhh... please, s'too much.." lucifer sobbed, fat, shimmering tears streaming down his puffy cheeks. you pull away from his neck, nipping at the hickey left in your wake. "aw, this is what you wanted, isn't it luci? you begged for me to fuck you, you acted like a damn brat all day, and now its too much?" you sneer, stroking his cock as he squirms beneath you. it was true, he had been practically begging for your attention all day, from teasing you in bed this morning, to coming into your office to ride your thigh, to touching himself without permission. he had pulled all the stops in a desperate attempt to get you to fuck him, and it had worked. except now, you were pissed.

his thighs tremble at each stroke of his over sensitive dick, and his hips hump up against your hand despite himself. "aw, i thought you wanted me to stop? how many times have you come, luci?" you grab his face, forcing him to look at you, eyes teary from pleasure. "mngh, please-" he hiccuped, and you slap his thigh, causing him to yelp. "i asked you a question," you murmur, trailing his hand from his face to slowly wrap around his neck. in truth, he had already come 5 times, and every time you asked him that question, he was always just too fucked out to reply. lucifer was practically insatiable- begging for you to stop, yet crying when you did. he was apparently too far into subspace to answer such a simple question, yet conscious enough to argue with you. he just couldn't help himself, you just made him feel so good! your free hand slowly pumped the base of his aching cock, coated in his past release as precum already pearled at the tip. "i- please, mmngg-" you watched as he babbled, struggling to form a coherent sentence as his mind glazed over. "don't you wanna be good for me, luci? don't tell me you can't answer, now, how many times have you cum for me?" you lean in to suck another dark mark on his neck and he yelps, watching as you pull away to witness yet another hickey bloom on his pale skin.

lucifer whined, his nails digging into your back as you held his throat firmly. "please, 'msorry, please.." he mewls, a few more whiny moans slipping past his lips as you sighed in disappointment. "what a shame," you purr, stroking him faster as shameful sobs and whimpers fill the room. his hips grind upwards, desperately thrusting against your hand as he mewls and moans. "m'close! pleasepleaseplease-" lucifer wails, eyes rolling back as his body shivers in anticipation. however, just as he reached the brink of pleasure you oull your hand away, smirking as he lets out an undignified sob. lucifer whines, hips still jerking upwards as he thrusts up into nothing, still so, so close to the edge.

he bucks and sobs, desperate for any sort of friction as his oncoming orgasm dies. "i- 'said 'msorry!" lucifer whines, clamping his legs together and looking up at you with watery eyes. "i wanna be good, please lemme be good f'you," he slurred, gasping as the hand on his neck travels down to his chest. resting your palm over his heart, you lean in to kiss him sloppily. lucifer opens his mouth as you slip your tongue in with ease, exploring the cavern of his mouth as he whines beneath you. his breath hitches as your tongue clashes with his, hot breath fanning against your lips as he whines and moans. suddenly, you pull away, using the hand on his chest to push him back against the bed. he looks up at you with wide eyes, his golden hair tussled and messy against the satin pillows beneath him.

"you wanna be good for me? awww, how sweet," you croon, moving one hand to spread apart his thighs and the other to wrap around the base of his cock. lucifer gasps as you begin to move, slowly but surely pumping his dick at a delicious pace. breathy moans turn to whines as you pick up the pace, the coil in his stomach already tightening from the mix of overstimulation and edging. "please," he murmured, eyes glazed with list. "please master, lemme be good... all f'you..." you chuckle as he slips deeper into submission, mewling and whimpering incoherent nonsense as you bring him closer and closer to the edge. "you wanna cum, baby?" you coo, and he nods fervently, babbling sweet nothings as tears trickle down his cheeks, soaking into his skin. you pick up the pace yet again, and his eyes roll back as his cock twitches in your hand. the cum from his previous orgasms acting as lube, you speed up as you stroke him off. "go ahead duckie, you can cum," you whisper, kissing over the hickies on his neck.

you're reassurance is all he needs as the coil in his abdomen snaps, and lucifer comes hard and fast. spraying the both of you, he bucks his hips yet again, sobbing from overstimulation as he clings to you. as he comes down from his high, you press gentle kisses to his forehead and cheeks, licking away the salty tears. "shh, shh, i know luci," you coo, rubbing circles on his back as he quivers. "you did so well for me, you did so, so good duckie," you accentuate each word with a gentle kiss, and his breathing begins to slow. "was i good..?" he murmurs, turning to nuzzle into your neck. "the best," you giggle, and press a soft kiss to his hair. "now, lets get you cleaned up, okay?" lucifer sighed, nuzzling against you and inhaling your scent. "mkay... but..." you pause, waiting for his reply. "can we stay like this? just for a lil'?" lucifer whispers, melting into your embrace as you pull him impossibly close. "of course," you sigh, gently rubbing his back as he began to doze peacefully in your arms. cleaning up can wait, as long as the two of you are together, nothing could ever ruin that.

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content warning: praise kink | masturbation | slight chest-play | unconscious use of pact mark | lots of kisses lol | lucifer is whipped for mc

📎 side note: english is not my first language, so sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes.

The only thing praises do to Lucifer is fulfill his ego. Makes him act more gracious that he already is as he gives a simple smirk as a response.

But your praise? His cheeks grow red before he even realize, his body starts to tremble and grows hot. «When did he start acting this way because of a human?» He asks himself everytime, but he already knows the answer, and it's because it's you.

Lucifer lets out a sigh as he puts the last archieve of the day in the pile with the others. You look up from your book, smiling as you see him relax back in his chair.

"Are you done?" standing up from the couch, you ask as you walk over to him.

"Yeah, finally" he answers with another sigh as one of his hands starts to undo his tie.

Without even asking ᅳbecause it wasn't necessaryᅳ you take a seat on Lucifer's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaves a kiss on his cheek, close to his lips.

"Good job, Luci. I'm proud of you and your hard work" you coo softly as you start combing his soft hair with your hands.

His face stays unreadable for a few seconds, before it melts into a soft scowl as he moves to hide in the crock of your neck

"Please love, don't do that" he whispers, yet, with his arms, he pulls you closer to him as to indulge you to keep caressing him.

"Don't do what?" you ask between giggles.

"Saying those sweet words to me" he simply answers, his thumb starting little ministrations in the skin of your hip.

"Why? You deserve to know that you're doing great" you left another kiss on your boyfriend's forehead. "If you need reassurance I'll remind you everyday"

Lucifer stays quiet for a few seconds before speaking again from his hiding spot. "Actually, I think that's gonna make it hard"

You frown. "Make what hard?" you ask, genuinly confused. You move around, trying to pull him away to face you, but in the motion you feel what's hard.

His hard dick pokes the side of your thigh as he thightens the grip of his arms around you, still hiding his embarrassed face from you.

"Luci…did you get hard because of my praise?" you ask, stating the obvious. He didn't need to answer verbally, since his silence already did it for you. You laugh again, embracing him back. "Aww, Luci ~ that's so cute" you coo.

"It's embarrassing" he mutters, pulling away just as much so he can rest his cheek on your chest.

"Well, I think is the cutest thing ever" you leave a kiss on his head. "You're the cutest" you add.

Lucifer slowly pulls apart from you, looking up with cute teary eyes and blushing cheeks. He pouts his lips a little, and you know that's a sing that he wants a kiss.

Taking his face in between your hands, you push your lips against his on a soft kiss. At least, that's how it started. With every second passing by, Lucifer grows more needy and by his state of lust he can't even think of hidding it.

His gloved hands run all over you body, yet doesn't make any further moves, waiting for you to give the first step.

Pulling apart, you say the next words as if you read his mind. "Want me to help you out with your little problem, pretty boy?" you ask as you take his gloves out, followed by his tie.

"Please…" he whispers, black eyes following suit your every move.

"Good boy" you whisper, leaving another kiss on his cheek as your hand travels from his chest to the bulge in his pants.

He hisses softly as you caress his swollen cock over his dressing pants, looking up at you in hopes he gets another kiss. He's not that lucky, since you're busy teasing him where he's more vulnerable now.

"Such a hardworking man, always busy to even take care of himself" you coo softly as you undo his belt, followed by the buttons and the zipper.

Moving his underwear a little, his hard dick finally gets freed, making him gasp at the cold air. "Look at that, all pent up. Poor baby" you whisper, starting to caress him slowly.

Lucifer rests his head on your shoulder as you keep your ministrations slow, moving your hand along his length. He grews impatient, though does nothing about it since he wants to be your good boy.

"Do you always wait for me to take care of you, baby? Bacause you're too tired to do it yourself?" you ask softly, resting your cheek upong his head, your free hand caressing his cheek lovingly.

"Yes…want you to touch me. I love your touch" he whispers back, closing his eyes as he melts in your hands.

"Yeah baby, I know you do" you leave another kiss on his forehead as you start picking your pace. The Avatar of Pride throws his head back, moaning softly as his precum quickly becomes some kind of lube that makes the job easier.

Lucifer's office quickly fills with the wet squelching sounds of his cock and his soft moans that he tries so hard to muffle.

"Keep making those sounds baby. I love how you sound for me" leaving another kiss on his cheek, you chuckle at his embarrassed face and his attempts to hide his moans. "Come on baby, be the good boy you are for me and tell me how good I'm making you feel" besides your praises, your soft command affects his pact mark, and he speaks before he can even think about it.

"You make me feel so good, my love…I've never felt this good in decades. O-only you can make me feel this way" he confesses non-stop.

"Yeah? Only me?" you whisper.

"Only you" he whispers back.

You attack his lips again, finally picking a rather fast pace as your free hands moves under his shirt and starts toying with his chest.

His moans dies on your lips as he pathetically humps your fist, trying to get even more friction that you're giving him, feeling the pleasure in his low stomach as he's about to cum.

"Please darling…" he whines, erratic breathing because of the kiss. "Can I cum? Please, please…" he begs again and again, and you wish anybody could see Lucifer Morningstar in this state, but that's a sight for your eyes only.

"Go ahead love, make a mess for me" you allow along a kiss to his nose.

He spruts ropes of thick cum as you keep whispering in his ear how good he is for you and how well he takes it, making him shout even more embarrassing moans as he hugs you closer, feeling his legs starting to shake.

You stroke him through it until he's finally done, slowly taking away your cum covered hand to hug him back as he calms down.

"Are you okay?" you ask once you notice he's breathing normally again.

"Yeah…" he replies softly, still lightheaded after that strong orgasm.

"Do you want to take a shower and go to sleep, pretty boy?" you question once again as you kiss his forehead lovingly. He looks up at you with tired eyes and a soft smile.

"Yes please"

"Good boy ~"

mammon: mommy kink. it's canon, trust me. mams is so down bad for his mommy. a service sub w bratty tendencies but his dick always wins the battle between continuing to be difficult or being obedient and cumming. loves when you pull him by the hair no matter the context. to get his attention? yes. making out? obviously. forcing him to look at you while he's on his knees? the dumb baby might cum in his pants.

leviathan: two ways to deal with our lovely snake boi. first, degrade him. make fun of him for being a dumb virgin, spank him, bite him. humiliate him by stripping him completely but keeping most of your clothes on. or second, praise him. treat him so gently like one of his priceless figurines. kiss him all over before you lay a finger on his cock. reward him for staying. levi isn't used to affection but that can be solved by handcuffing him so he can't cover up his pretty body. by degrading him or being super loving, you're being sooooo mean to him it's not fair :((((

beelzebub: praise kink and i refuse to relent in this. for the love of everything holy and infernal, someone praise this boy. do i have to make the argument for oral? he's ecstatic to have you ride his face and will do so for hours if you let him. a well behaved boy - the best of his brothers - with a ton of stamina! loves the size difference between you two. you're a human and so small and so fragile compared to him. but you can make his brain go all fuzzy and make him feel small. your soothing presence brings him to his knees, eager and ready to please.

asmodeus: he's not the avatar of lust for nothing! will switch things up on you whenever he feels like it, just to keep you on your toes! sometimes he's a power bottom, sometimes he's the eager service sub. into some light kitten play! just an excuse for asmo to dress up for you. (though you might want to get him out of it quickly~) cat ears, pretty lingerie, thigh-highs and garterbelts, a tail plug to match... or maybe a classic bunny suit? low cut corset suit with a tail, fishnets, heels, and always ready to serve you.

satan: size queen. anything goes until he safewords. relatively well behaved - he is more impatient than bratty. his chest is super sensitive, he's never walking away without hickies. doesn't say it but he likes it slow. running a hand through his hair, kissing all over his face. he wants to feel like he's yours and yours alone. subspace really calms him down. outside of sex, he curls up to you, staying glued to you. he will get quiet or nonverbal but don't worry! he's in a good mood, so let him lay in your lap and dote on him a little.

belphegor: brat. big big brat. the type of brat that needs to be broken. edge him into oblivion then force him to cum over and over again — that is what the little brat wanted, now he's begging you to stop? maybe he's learned his lesson, but he loves pushing your buttons too much to kick the habit. can only manage to stay up 3–4 minutes after; he believes the post-sex sleep is amazing when he's sore and satisfied. loves to lay on your chest while you rub his back and play with his hair. 

He had insisted on discretion, on keeping their…whatever this was…hidden from prying eyes.

Lucifer’s position as Charlie’s recently divorced father, reputation, the potential scandal of dating a student at the university he was on the board of. And yet, hearing that Alastor didn't date, that he hadn't pursued relationships, had sparked something deeply insecure in Lucifer.

It was hypocritical, he knew, to only desperately crave something the moment it was taken off the table .

The room seemed to spin around him, the warm glow of the fire blurring into a haze of orange and gold.

He felt unmoored, adrift in a sea of conflicting desires and obligations. Behind him, he heard Alastor shift, the soft rustle of fabric a reminder of his presence.

"Lucifer," Alastor's voice was gentle, tinged with concern. “I think perhaps we should talk about—”

"Not yet," Lucifer interrupted, finally turning to face the younger man. His eyes held a desperate, almost pleading look. "I need…I need you to help me clear my head first. Please."

Understanding dawned in Alastor's eyes, desire and tenderness softening his features. "What do you want to feel?" he asked, taking a step closer.

Lucifer swallowed hard, his voice rough with emotion. "Grounded. Present. Here, with you, without all the noise in my head."

A small smile played at the corners of Alastor's lips as he closed the distance between them. "I can do that," he murmured, reaching out to cup Lucifer's face in his hands. "Let me take care of you."

And as Alastor's lips met his, Lucifer felt the chaotic thoughts begin to recede, replaced by the intoxicating sensation of being wholly with this man.

Alastor's lips were soft but insistent against Lucifer's, coaxing him to relax into the kiss. His hands slid from Lucifer's face to his shoulders, kneading gently as he deepened the kiss.

Lucifer responded eagerly, his own hands coming up to grasp at Alastor's waist, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.

The crackling of the fire provided a soothing backdrop as Alastor slowly guided Lucifer backwards until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the plush sofa near the hearth. With gentle pressure, Alastor eased him down into the seat, never breaking the kiss.

The brunette pulled back slightly, his breath warm against Lucifer's lips. "Close your eyes," he whispered. "Focus on what you feel."

The older man obeyed, his eyelids fluttering shut. He felt Alastor move to kneel at the end of the sofa, grabbing Lucifer by the knees and pulling his legs around the brunette’s slender waist.

The younger man's fingers trailed along his jawline, feather-light touches that sent shivers down Lucifer's spine.

Alastor's lips found the blonde’s once more, but this time the kiss was different. He nipped gently at Lucifer's lower lip, alternating between soft bites and soothing licks.

The sensation was electrifying.

As Alastor's mouth moved to explore the sensitive skin of Lucifer's neck, pushing back the collar of his scarlet sweater. His hands found their way to the base of Lucifer's skull. Blunt nails scratched lightly at the nape of his neck, eliciting a low moan from the older man.

Lucifer's hands, which had been resting on Alastor's hips, now moved restlessly across his back, pulling him closer. He clung to Alastor like an anchor to the moment.

The younger’s clever fingers found their way to Lucifer's ears, tracing the shells before applying gentle pressure to the sensitive spots behind them.

Lucifer gasped softly, his head falling back. Alastor took advantage of the exposed column of his throat, trailing kisses and light nips along the sensitive skin.

"Stay with me," Alastor murmured against his pulse point. "Feel my touch, hear my voice. Nothing else matters right now."

And as Alastor continued his ministrations, Lucifer found the chaotic thoughts in his mind fading away, replaced by the intoxicating sensations of Alastor's touch, the warmth of the fire, and the comforting weight of the younger man against his thighs.

For now, at least, he was grounded, present, and completely lost in the moment.

But the heat from the fire was a mere whisper compared to the heat that radiated between them.

"Red is definitely your color," Alastor murmured, his hands exploring the soft cashmere sweater that still clung to Lucifer's frame.

"Are you sure you don't want to…?" Lucifer began, gesturing vaguely at his sweater. "You know, for easier access."

Alastor chuckled, shaking his head and pressing his lips to Lucifer's ear.

"On the contrary," he whispered, "it's like a present to unwrap later."

The anticipation in those words set Lucifer's heart racing. He couldn't wait to see what Alastor had in store for him.

Their eyes locked as Alastor guided Lucifer to stand, pulling the older man’s back against his chest, their feet sinking into the faux-fur rug before the fire.

"Relax," Alastor breathed into Lucifer's ear, his hands continuing their gentle exploration of the other man's body, fingertips tracing lines and patterns through the soft cashmere. "Just let me take care of you."

In the embrace of Alastor's arms, surrounded by the warmth of the fire and the tenderness of his touch, Lucifer found himself surrendering.

He knew that he was exactly where he needed to be.

Alastor's hands continued their tender exploration, tracing lazy patterns across Lucifer's chest and stomach.

The soft cashmere of the sweater heightened every sensation, sending tingles radiating through Lucifer's body. Alastor's breath was warm against his neck as he placed feather-light kisses along the sensitive skin.

The crackling fire cast a golden glow across the room, its warmth enveloping them like a cocoon. Lucifer leaned back, giving his weight to Alastor's sturdy frame. He could feel the younger man's heartbeat quickening against his back, matching the rising tempo of his own.

Alastor's fingers dipped lower, ghosting over Lucifer's hips and thighs.

The touch was maddeningly light, stoking the flames of desire that burned within him. Lucifer's breath hitched as Alastor's hand brushed teasingly close to his growing arousal before retreating again.

The air between them grew thick with longing.

As the moments stretched on, Lucifer's hips rocked back instinctively, seeking the unmistakable evidence of Alastor's desire pressing against the small of his back.

A low moan escaped Lucifer's lips, the sound swallowed by the quiet of the room.

Alastor's hands tightened their grip on Lucifer's hips, pulling him even closer.

With deliberate slowness, Alastor's fingers found the drawstring of Lucifer's pants. He toyed with it for a moment, his touch teasing and light. Then, with a gentle tug, he loosened the knot.

The soft fabric slipped down Lucifer's legs, pooling at his feet and leaving him exposed to the warm air of the room.

Alastor's hand splayed across Lucifer's bare stomach, his touch both possessive and reverent.

The heat between them intensified, desire building to a fever pitch in the silence, broken only by their ragged breathing and the pop and hiss of the fire.

"Is this what you want?" Alastor whispered, his breath hot against the back of Lucifer's neck. With a deft motion, he lifted the hem of the cashmere sweater just enough to expose Lucifer's hard cock, his other hand reaching around to spread his thighs.

"Y-yes," Lucifer stammered, his voice barely more than a breathless sigh.

He couldn't help but lean into Alastor's touch, craving the intimacy that came from being so completely vulnerable with another person.

"Good, now, get on your knees," Alastor commanded gently, his voice low and husky.Lucifer complied, sinking onto the faux fur rug

"Where did we put the lube?" Alastor murmured against Lucifer's ear, his fingers trailing feather-light touches along his spine.

“You don’t have to…” Lucifer swallowed, unsure if it was Alastor or the fireplace making his face so damn hot. “I, prepped, before we…”

“Oh?” the way the younger’s voice lit with amusement did something to the blonde.

“Y-yes I mean, because, we had plans to, I wasn’t assuming—”

Alastor shut him up in an instant with a hand cupping his jaw.

“Hush, you did well.” The brunette’s velvety voice soothed at his temple, just as Lucifer felt his other hand slide from the hem of his sweater—until those blessedly long fingers sank inside of him.

Lucifer gasped, his hips rolling back to the intrusion as his grip sank into the rug.

Part of him knew that Alastor wasn’t just teasing him—he was testing, making sure Lucifer was ready to take him. And the amount of care nearly made him whine more than his hole being stretched.

"You're such a good, sweet boy, Lucifer," he praised, his voice tinged with affection.

His heart swelled with pride at Alastor's words, craving more of the validation that only Alastor could provide.

With a firm grip, Alastor guided Lucifer forward onto his hands and knees, gently bending him over before taking a moment to admire the sight laid out before him.

As he gazed down at Lucifer's body, Alastor couldn't help but marvel at the trust and vulnerability displayed so openly.

"Thank you for trusting me, Lucifer," Alastor whispered reverently, running his fingertips along the curve of Lucifer's spine, eliciting a shiver of pleasure in response.

"Does this mean you'll hurry up and fuck me?" Lucifer asked, his voice breathless and impatient. He couldn't take it any longer; he needed Alastor inside him, filling him completely.

“My, my, aren't we eager?” Alastor chuckled lowly, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he teased, “You'll get what you want. Just be patient.”

Lucifer huffed, trying to keep his restlessness in check, but it was difficult when all he could think about was the pleasure that awaited him. He could feel Alastor's strong hands on his hips, gripping him firmly and guiding him into position.

As Alastor slicked himself by rutting against Lucifer's prepared hole, the anticipation became nearly unbearable. When he finally pushed his cock inside, Lucifer let out a choked gasp.

It was surreal, being on his hands and knees in front of the fireplace, being fucked by a man half his age. But there was no denying Alastor's power, his strength and control evident in every movement. The way he bunched up Lucifer's sweater and used it le to tug him back onto his cock.

Lucifer could only think of how incredible it was to submit to Alastor, to give himself over so completely to another person.

Alastor's thrusts were deep and measured, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through Lucifer's body. Demanding every ounce of the blonde’s attention.

The older man's fingers curled into the soft fur of the rug, seeking purchase as the younger’s hips snapped forward relentlessly.

Lucifer could feel the heat of the flames on his skin, rivaled only by the scorching touch of Alastor's hands as they roamed his body.

"You're doing so well," Alastor murmured, his voice a low, velvety purr. "Taking me so perfectly."

Lucifer whimpered in response, unable to form coherent words as Alastor's cock struck that perfect spot inside him again and again.

His own neglected prick hung heavy between his legs, dripping precum onto the rug below.

As Alastor's pace increased, Lucifer found himself sinking lower, his chest pressing against the plush wool. The new angle dragged a strangled moan from Lucifer's lips.

"That's it," Alastor encouraged, his fingers digging into the blonde’s hips. "Let me hear you."

Lucifer's world narrowed to the exquisite sensations Alastor was drawing from his body. The stretch and fullness as Alastor's cock plunged into him, the burning pleasure that radiated from his core, the slick sounds of their coupling mingling with the crackling fire—it was all-consuming.

In this moment, there was no room for doubt or insecurity. No space for the worries that had plagued him earlier. There was only Alastor, and the dominating pleasure he provided.

Lucifer caught sight of their reflection in the darkened window. The image was hazy, distorted by the firelight, but unmistakable. He saw himself, flushed and wanton, soft thighs and hips covered with crescent-shaped bruises, being thoroughly claimed by Alastor.

The visual, with a particularly deep thrust from Alastor proved to be Lucifer's undoing. He came with a cry, painting the rug beneath him.

"You're incredible." Alastor breathed, his voice filled with awe and praise. "Coming just from my cock inside you."

Lucifer shuddered through the aftershocks of his orgasm, his body clenching around Alastor's still-hard length.

"Please," he gasped, "don't stop. Keep going. I want to feel you come inside me."

"Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" Alastor teased, though there was clear affection in his tone. He leaned down to press a searing kiss to Lucifer's shoulder.

As Alastor resumed his pace, Lucifer struggled to catch his breath, his body trembling from the intensity of the experience.

He should have gotten the cock ring. But then again, maybe it wouldn't have mattered. With Alastor, every touch felt like electricity, every whisper like a siren song.

“Yes…please…use me.”

Lucifer reveled in the overstimulation and intensity of Alastor's relentless touch. Sweat beaded on his forehead, but he couldn't bring himself to care, lost in the torrent of pleasure and desire that each thrust brought.

"Would you like that?" Alastor asked, voice husky and low. "To be my toy? To give me what I need?"

Lucifer's heart pounded in his chest, emotions swirling like a storm within him. He worked through the haze of sensation to nod, barely able to form words.

Alastor leaned over Lucifer's back, pressing hot kisses against his spine. "You want to be my toy, Lucifer? Just for me?"

With a shaky breath, Lucifer nodded again. "Yes, just for you."

"Good," Alastor grinned wickedly, nipping at the tender skin of Lucifer's neck. "Because I don't share my toys."

Lucifer's heart raced, hope kindling within him. He dared to believe that Alastor's words held a promise of something more than just this scene.

"Let me see all of you," Alastor whispered, his voice rough with desire.

Carefully, he peeled the red cashmere sweater off Lucifer, revealing the pale skin beneath. Lucifer shivered under his gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable, but craving the intimacy they were forging together.

"Here," Alastor said, bunching up the discarded sweater and placing it under Lucifer's hips. This new angle allowed Alastor to pin him down against the plush fur rug with a hand between his shoulders.

Alastor's weight settled over Lucifer, pressing him firmly into the plush fur rug. The soft fibers tickled Lucifer's sensitive skin as Alastor covered him completely, chest to back, hips to thighs.

Lucifer reveled in the feeling of being utterly dominated, pinned and helpless beneath the younger man's lean strength.

"Is this what you wanted?" Alastor growled, his breath hot against Lucifer's ear. "To be held down and fucked like this?"

"Yes," Lucifer gasped, his voice muffled by the rug. "Fuck, yes."

Alastor's hips snapped forward, driving his cock deep into Lucifer's willing body.

His spent cock twitched valiantly, trapped between his body and the bunched-up sweater beneath him. The friction of the soft cashmere against his sensitive flesh was exquisite torture, coaxing him slowly back to hardness despite his recent orgasm.

"More," Lucifer pleaded, arching his back as much as he could in his pinned position. "Please, Alastor, mark me again."

A low chuckle rumbled through Alastor's chest. "So greedy," he teased, but there was affection in his tone. "But since you asked so nicely…"

Alastor's teeth grazed the junction of Lucifer's neck and shoulder, sending shivers across his skin. Then, without warning, he bit down hard, sucking a dark bruise into the pale skin.

Lucifer cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure that left him dizzy with want.

"Again," he begged, pushing back against Alastor's relentless thrusts. "Please."

Alastor obliged, peppering Lucifer's shoulders and the back of his neck with bites and kisses. Each mark was a brand, a claim, a reminder that in this moment, Lucifer belonged entirely to Alastor.

The room filled with the sounds—skin against skin, breathless moans, and the steady crackle of the fire.

The scent of sweat and sex.

Lucifer's world narrowed to the points where their bodies connected.

Alastor's cock stretching him open, the weight of the younger man on his back, the sting of fresh marks blooming across his skin.

He felt owned, possessed, cherished in a way he'd never experienced before.

With a swift, fluid motion, Alastor pulled away. Before Lucifer could lament the loss, the younger flipped him onto his back, making him groan as he slid back inside him.

"Look at me," Alastor commanded softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Alastor," Lucifer murmured, wrapping his legs around Alastor's waist, pulling him closer. He could feel every inch of Alastor's lean body against his own, the heat of their skin mingling together as they moved.

"Tell me how it feels," Alastor urged, his lips ghosting over Lucifer's as they shared gentle, all-consuming kisses. His hips continued to drive forward, filling Lucifer completely in the most ordinary, yet intimate, position.

"So good…you're so good to me," Lucifer confessed, his arms encircling Alastor's shoulders.

"Damn right," Alastor growled possessively, nipping at Lucifer's bottom lip. "You're mine."

The words echoed within Lucifer, sending shivers down his spine and igniting a warmth deep inside him.

“I’m yours.”

Alastor's thrusts faltered, his rhythm stuttering at Lucifer's words.

For a moment, the younger man's carefully crafted composure cracked, revealing a flash of vulnerability in his eyes. It was as if he couldn't quite believe what he'd heard, or perhaps he was afraid to.

Lucifer saw the flicker of emotions cross Alastor's face, a the hope and uncertainty that made his own heart ache.

Without hesitation, he reached up, cupping Alastor's face in his hands. His thumbs brushed gently across the younger man's cheekbones.

Lucifer saw the questions in Alastor's gaze, the hesitation, the fear of allowing himself to believe.

The blonde pulled him down, pressing their lips together in a kiss that was slow, deep, and achingly intimate.

It wasn't the frenzied, passionate kisses they'd shared before. This was something different, something more.

Lucifer poured everything he felt into that kiss

He tasted the salt of sweat on Alastor's lips, breathed in the scent of his skin, felt the rapid beating of Alastor's heart against his own chest.

Alastor responded in kind, his lips moving against Lucifer's with an affection that belied his earlier intensity. His hands, which had been gripping Lucifer's hips, now moved to caress his sides, fingers tracing patterns on heated skin.

When they finally broke apart, both men were breathless. Alastor rested his forehead against Lucifer's, their noses brushing.

For a moment, they simply breathed together, sharing the same air, existing in the same space.

Then, with deliberate slowness, Alastor began to move again. His thrusts were unhurried, each one deep and purposeful. He rolled his hips in a steady tempo, bringing out every sensation, making Lucifer feel every inch of him.

The older man gasped, his back arching off the rug. The change of pace was exquisite torture, building pleasure in a slow, inexorable wave. He could feel every drag of Alastor's cock inside him, every brush against his prostate sending sparks of pleasure through his body.

Shadows played across Alastor's face, highlighting the sharp angles of his cheekbones, the curve of his lips. Lucifer drank in the sight, committing every detail to memory.

Lucifer's legs tightened around Alastor's waist, pulling him impossibly closer. His hands roamed across Alastor's back.

"Promise me something, Lucifer," Alastor said softly, his breath warm against Lucifer's ear. “This won't be our last night together.”

“I promise,” Lucifer vowed, clutching to the younger man. “We'll find a way to make it work, no matter what.”

Lucifer could feel the younger man's muscles tensing, his breathing growing ragged. He knew Alastor was close.

"I want to feel you come inside me," Lucifer whispered, running his fingers through Alastor's hair.

With a low groan, Alastor buried himself deep inside Lucifer.

The older man gasped as he felt Alastor's cock pulse, flooding him with warmth. The sensation of being filled, coupled with the look of pure bliss on Alastor's face, pushed Lucifer over the edge once more.

Less intense, but no less satisfying.

Lucifer's body trembled, his inner walls clenching around Alastor's still-hard length. He clung to the younger man, riding out the aftershocks as pleasure coursed through every nerve.

As their breathing slowly returned to normal, neither made a move to separate. The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over their entwined forms.

Lucifer reveled in the weight of Alastor's body on top of him, the way their sweat-slicked skin stuck together.

He could feel Alastor's heartbeat against his chest, gradually slowing to match his own.

Alastor nuzzled into the crook of Lucifer's neck, placing gentle kisses along the marks he'd left earlier.

Lucifer's hands roamed over Alastor's back, mapping the contours of his muscles, the dip of his spine. He marveled at how perfectly they fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle finally united.

The world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the two of them wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their shared pleasure. Lucifer felt more content, more at peace than he had in years.

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The morning light filtered through the bare branches, casting long shadows across the sodden carpet of fallen leaves. Where pristine white snow had blanketed the landscape just days ago, now only patches of dirty slush remained.

The chalet stood proud amidst the stark beauty, its warm wooden exterior a stark contrast to the bare forest. Only the evergreens retained their vibrant colors, stoic sentinels guarding against the encroaching winter.

Inside, Lucifer leaned against the doorframe of the bedroom, watching Alastor methodically fold his clothes and place them in his suitcase. The younger man's efficiency both impressed and saddened him.

Each item packed was another step closer to goodbye.

"You know," Lucifer said, his voice tinged with forced lightness, "I'm beginning to think I might be a bit clingy."

Alastor paused, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Oh? What gives you that impression?"

"Oh, I don't know. Perhaps it's the way I've been hovering around you all morning." Lucifer chuckled, running a hand through his golden hair.

"I hadn't noticed," Alastor replied, his tone teasing. He resumed his packing, but Lucifer didn't miss the pleased glint in his eyes.

The older man’s heart clenched.

He wanted to reach out, to pull Alastor close and beg him to stay. But he knew that wasn't fair. The kids had to return to college. Their classes started tomorrow.

This idyllic bubble they'd created couldn't last forever.

"It's going to be awfully quiet around here without you all," Lucifer admitted, hating how he sounded.

Alastor zipped up his suitcase and turned to face Lucifer fully. "Well," he said, his voice low and rich, "I suppose you'll just have to find ways to occupy yourself until I can come up here again."

Lucifer's breath caught at the promise in those words. He stepped forward, drawn inexorably into Alastor's orbit.

"I'm sure I can think of a few ideas," he murmured, his eyes never leaving Alastor's.

Lucifer's hand reached out, fingers brushing Alastor's arm.

His voice wavered slightly as he asked, "So this, isn’t really good bye, is it?"

Alastor's expression softened, a rare genuine smile replacing his usual smirk. He placed his hand over Lucifer's, squeezing gently. "My dear, you couldn't keep me away if you tried."

Relief flooded through Lucifer, but he needed more. "You promise?"

"I promise," Alastor said firmly. He pulled Lucifer closer, their foreheads almost touching. "I'll visit on weekends when Charlie isn't here. We'll make time for each other."

Lucifer closed his eyes, savoring the warmth of Alastor's proximity. "I'll hold you to that," he whispered.

"I expect nothing less," Alastor chuckled, his breath ghosting over Lucifer's lips. "After all, I find myself quite…attached to you as well."

Lucifer's heart soared at the admission.

The blonde sighed, reluctantly pulling back from Alastor's embrace. "Good," he said softly, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips. "I know, I mean, we both know this has to stay secret, though."

Alastor's eyes narrowed slightly. "Ah yes, discretion is the better part of valor, as they say," he replied, his tone light but with an undercurrent of resignation.

"I don’t like it either," Lucifer admitted, running a hand through his hair. "But I’m on the board at your school, Alastor." He paced the room, his agitation evident in every step. “You can see why this would, cause issues, in our circles?”

Alastor watched him, head tilted in curiosity. "I take it there's more to this than mere social standing?"

Lucifer stopped, turning to face Alastor with a pained expression. "It's Charlie," he said softly. "I mean, the way people talk about her being my daughter."

"How do you mean?" Alastor prompted, his interest piqued.

"They whisper," Lucifer explained, his voice tight with frustration. "They say she bought her way in, that she doesn't deserve her place at the school. As if my brilliant, talented daughter needs any help from me to succeed."

Alastor's eyes flashed dangerously. "Fools," he muttered. "Anyone with half a brain can see Charlie's potential."

Lucifer nodded, a proud smile briefly replacing his frown. "But that's the curse of being a Morningstar. People see the name…and they doubt."

Lucifer's expression darkened further as he approached Alastor, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"And for you, it would be infinitely worse. The vultures would circle, whispering that you're only with me to climb the ladder. They'd question your every achievement, your every success."

A mischievous glint appeared in Alastor's eyes, his grin widening.

He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Oh, but darling, little do they know..." His hand trailed down Lucifer's chest teasingly. "You're the one climbing me."

Lucifer's eyes widened, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. He sputtered at Alastor's brazen comment. "I…you…that's not…"

Alastor threw his head back and laughed.

"My, my," he purred, "I do so enjoy seeing you all flustered, darling."

Lucifer struggled to regain his dignity, adjusting his collar and clearing his throat.

"You're incorrigible," he muttered, but there was no real heat in his words. Despite himself, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Alastor's playful demeanor shifted, his smile faltering for a moment as he searched Lucifer's face.

The change was subtle, but the blonde noticed immediately.

"Lucifer," Alastor began, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "This secrecy, it's not because you're…embarrassed to be seen with me?"

Lucifer's heart clenched at the uncertainty in Alastor's voice. Without hesitation, he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the younger man and pulling him close.

"How could I ever be ashamed of you?"

Alastor relaxed slightly in Lucifer's embrace, but remained silent, waiting.

"If I had my way," Lucifer continued, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on Alastor's back, "I'd have you on my arm at every tedious charity gala, every mind-numbing event. I'd show you off to the world."

A low chuckle rumbled through Alastor's chest. "Even the boring ones?" he teased, some of his usual spark returning.

"Especially the boring ones," Lucifer affirmed. "You'd make them infinitely more bearable."

Alastor pulled back slightly, a genuine smile replacing his earlier uncertainty. He cupped Lucifer's face in his hands, studying him for a moment before leaning in to press a tender kiss to his lips.

Lucifer's fingers tightened in the fabric of Alastor's shirt.

"I hate that you felt you had to ask that," Lucifer whispered, his voice barely audible. "You deserve so much better than that. It kills me to think I've made you doubt yourself."

Alastor's expression softened, his eyes searching Lucifer's face. He brought a hand up to gently caress the blonde's cheek, his thumb tracing the worry lines etched there.

"Darling," Alastor began, his voice low and soothing, "we don't need to fret about this right away, do we?"

He chuckled, a rich, warm sound that seemed to fill the room.

"Not that I would know. My experience is, shall we say, limited?"

Lucifer couldn't help but smile at Alastor's self-deprecating humor—a new side to him, compared to his confidence.

Alastor leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Lucifer's forehead. The gentle gesture, so at odds with Alastor's usual sharp tongue and calculated movements, made Lucifer's heart skip a beat.

"But isn't that what relationships are about?" Alastor mused, his breath warm against Lucifer's skin. "Being…open with each other? About new things?"

As he spoke, Alastor's fingers trailed down Lucifer's arm, intertwining their hands.

He pulled back slightly, meeting Lucifer's gaze with a mischievous glint in his eye. "And in the meantime, well…I rather enjoy the thrill of our little secret. The stolen glances across crowded rooms, the brush of hands when no one's looking. It's exciting, don't you think?"

Lucifer laughed, the tension in his shoulders easing. "You make it sound like a delightful little tryst," he said, shaking his head fondly.

Alastor's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Why not make it fun?" he suggested, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "A shared secret between us, exchanging glances across a crowded room…clandestine rendezvous in forgotten corners of the campus."

Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head. "Who would have thought, Alastor has a flair for the dramatic.”

"Me, dramatic? Perish the thought," Alastor said, his grin widening. "Stolen kisses behind shelves in the rare books section. Hushed conversations in empty classrooms, always with one ear tuned for approaching footsteps."

He stepped closer to Lucifer, his voice dropping to a sultry purr.

"The thrill of almost being caught, hearts racing, pulses pounding. Every moment becomes an adventure, every touch electric with the knowledge that it's forbidden."

Lucifer's breath caught at the images Alastor was painting. He could almost feel the adrenaline rush—making feel like a damn teenager again.

Alastor's expression softened slightly, his hand coming up to cup Lucifer's cheek. "And at the end of the day, after all the games and secrets and thrilling near-misses," he murmured, "we come home to each other. No pretenses, no hiding."

He leaned in, his forehead resting against Lucifer's.

"So long as we always come home to each other," Alastor whispered, "what's the harm in keeping a secret?”

“A tantalizing little love affair, huh?” Lucifer leaned up to Alastor, his eyes closing as he nodded. “Just for now.”

Alastor’s lips were on his in agreement, and Lucifer’s arms were finding their way around his shoulders, considering making the younger late for the stat of classes tomorrow—

A sharp honk pierced the air, shattering the intimate moment. Lucifer's head snapped toward the sound, his hands reluctantly falling from Alastor's face.

Through the window, he could see Charlie and Vaggie in the car, packed and ready to go.

"Ah," Alastor said, a wry smile twisting his lips. "It seems our time is up, my dear."

Lucifer's heart clenched as he followed Alastor to the front door, each step feeling heavier than the last.

He lingered in the doorway, unable to bring himself to fully cross the threshold. The chill late-autumn air nipped at his skin, but it was nothing compared to the cold dread settling in his stomach.

"I guess…this is goodbye," Lucifer murmured, his voice catching slightly on the last word. He cursed inwardly at how desperate he was to cling to these last few moments.

Alastor turned back, his hazel eyes softening as they met Lucifer's.

"Just for now," he assured, his voice low and warm. He took a step towards the car, then paused, as if torn between staying and going.

Lucifer watched, his chest tight, as Alastor hesitated. Part of him wanted to reach out, to pull Alastor back into his arms and never let go. But he knew he couldn't. He had to let him go, had to trust that this wouldn't be the end.

Suddenly, Alastor spun on his heel, a mischievous glint in his eye. He strode back to Lucifer with purpose.

Charlie and Vaggie watched from the car, their eyes widening as Alastor reached out, grasping Lucifer's sweater in his slender fingers.

"One last thing," Alastor purred, pulling Lucifer close.

Before Lucifer could react, Alastor's lips were on his, passionate and unrestrained.

The kiss was deep, almost defiant in its openness.

Lucifer's surprise melted away as he returned the kiss, his arms instinctively wrapping around Alastor's waist.

As they parted, Lucifer couldn't help the wide smile that spread across his face. All previous doubts temporarily forgotten.

He caught sight of Charlie in the car, grinning from ear to ear.

Alastor, seemingly unfazed by the audience, simply brushed off Charlie's reaction with a casual wave of his hand as he sauntered back to the vehicle.

"Until next time, darling," Alastor called over his shoulder, his voice tinged with promise.

Lucifer stood rooted to the spot, watching as Vaggie started the engine and began to drive away. His fingers unconsciously traced his lips, still tingling from Alastor's kiss.

As the car disappeared down the winding road, Lucifer's smile softened into something more wistful.

"Until next time," he whispered to himself, already counting the days.

As Lucifer turned to walk back into the chalet, his mind lingered on Alastor.

He absently rubbed his neck, feeling the slight tenderness of a hidden mark beneath his collar. A shiver of pleasure ran through him as he recalled how it got there.

"Damn that man," Lucifer muttered, a mixture of fondness and frustration in his voice. He paused at the threshold, glancing back at the now-empty driveway.

His thoughts drifted to their next encounter, wondering if the bruises would still be visible. His fingers ghosted over the various marks Alastor had left on his skin. Part of him hoped they would be, a secret reminder of their passionate weekend.

But another part of him—a more possessive, hungry part—wished for them to fade.

"If they're gone," Lucifer smirked, "I'll just have to make sure he gives me new ones."

He chuckled to himself, imagining Alastor's reaction to such a request.

"Oh, the things you do to me," Lucifer sighed, finally stepping inside and closing the door behind him.