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“Scotch. On the rocks.” Alastor said, planting himself next to Lucifer. He wore a dark red overcoat that ran down to his hips, striped with dark ruby. His black oxfords were loud against the metal of the footstep that ran across the bottom of the barstool.

Alastor sounded familiar. If it wasn’t the name it was his voice. It hung there longer than expected. He blinked, gazing at his tequila. Speak up, stop rippling, just climb inside my lips and do it for me.

“Salutations Lucifer.” Alastor greeted as he took a swig. The warmth of it already crawling down his throat like a centipede. The hair on his head matted to the side in some attempt of a style—not a pompadour, but parted.

“Don’t think I don’t know you, my liege.” He continued with a bow. Lucifer turned away and quickly drank his shot, in some desperation for joy or potentially to leave the pleasantries he sometimes found unbearable, either reason he could not tell why.

The tequila burned his cheeks as gold as the sun.

“More.” He tapped the shot glass to the wood of the bar, only for it to be filled again. He drank it. Alastor sipped and watched with a short chuckle of static. Alastor finished his scotch and scooted the drink gently toward the bartender.

“So what’s a king like you doing in a bar like this?” Alastor asked, while mouthing to the bartender for a tequila shot, pointing to Lucifer’s now empty shot glass as well.

Lucifer could feel his whole body warming up. The veins below his wrists glimmered yellow, which he noticed as he rubbed a thumb between the middle of his arm.

“I needed time alone. To think.” He finally replied.

“While you may be alone—in a bar—let alone this one; you truly aren’t.” Alastor said with a short grin. His smile didn’t fade even as he noticed the bags in Lucifer’s eyes, the gold on his cheeks from liquor, and the dryness by the sides of his eyes from crying.

Even in his cold old heart, he felt compelled to make him feel happy—even if it was for a few minutes.

“Let’s do shots.” Alastor mentioned, his eyes ticking down clockhands, which Lucifer swore he could hear clicking with every second.

“Shots. With you. You’re just some radio host. Why are you even sitting by me.” Lucifer grumbled.

Alastor could find himself staring at him. His look was warmer than before. A queer look bestowed Lucifer’s face when he noticed Alastor just staring at him, a hand idly on his chin, his grin growing. His blush grew as he finished his second shot.

Alastor found his thoughts crawling inside and swirling in eddies, changing form except always leading down in depth back to Him. He wanted to stroke his golden locks. To rub his cheek and steal the light from his warm skin for his own. To kiss his wrists and lick his neck. The warmth was getting overwhelming and Alastor took his own shot.

The night continued with shots on top of shots. The bar turned into the street. They sauntered down, half-dancing, and snickering. Lucifer stared at the radio tower’s silhouette in the distance and grinned. He wiggled his finger and could hear someone singing.

Alastor was tapping his feet, dancing around Lucifer, and singing ‘Blue Moon’. Lucifer followed behind him, paying attention to his every step, and trying to follow suit. He hummed the tune with him.

“Blueeee mooon…” Alastor whispered as he stood against a wall. Breathing gently, he muttered under his breath, “Lulu…” and wiggled his hips as he held his arms out. Lucifer went closer, his arms out too, now on his shoulders.

The silence between them spoke in the replacement of words. Their thoughts became null, outside the buzzing of neon above them that read: THIS IS NOT AN EXIT.

Lucifer could see Alastor bending down and kissing his lips, moving his hands which were down by his knees to hold Lucifer’s. Lucifer held his hands up slightly, which were now by Alastor’s upper legs. They kissed and swiftly pulled away.

Alastor’s thoughts began to race. He felt his fur gently move up. He felt a shiver in the back of his neck and his every scar chill and curling. What am I doing? I’m not queer. Alastor thought, just for a moment. It stayed in the air as they held hands and ran into the hotel nearby, got a room, and soon were kissing once more as Lucifer fumbled with the door.

I’m not queer, I’m disembodied. Alastor kissed back before looking back at Lucifer, panting, his eyes wide. Lucifer held his hand and rubbed a finger against the top of his palm. Lucifer shushed and took deep breaths when he noticed how Alastor looked suddenly panicked, the deer’s eyes twitching slightly before Lucifer figured it out.

“Are… you a virgin?” Lucifer asked as he held his hand to his cheek, so as to warm up Alastor’s aching chest.

“I…I’m not queer.” Alastor said as he sat down on the bed. He held his head in his hands and gazed between his fingers at the maroon floor. “I’ve never been with anyone. I think the alcohol just—“ he felt sobered up momentarily. Lucifer sat beside him and gently patted his shoulder. “We don’t have to—“

Alastor pulled Lucifer close and kissed him deeply. His tongue playing against Lucifer’s. His hands holding Luci’s cheeks as he snarled gently and bleated. Lucifer giggled and bleated back, slowly they fought with taking off their clothes in-between kissing. Lucifer pushed Al against the nearest wall and took off his jacket, Al retaliating back with a kiss on the neck as he tore Lucifer’s jacket too.

Alastor kissed down his neck and licked at his shoulder before kissing it too. Yet Lucifer had stopped in his tracks as he stared over Alastor’s body. Alastor and him stood in only underwear; Alastor in loose boxer briefs and Lucifer in short cut briefs. Scars ran all over Alastor’s tight body, dull from years of existing, while some were more full of color in their own youth.

Lucifer put a hand out to gently touch the scar right across his chest between his pecs. He leans over and kisses his shoulders. While he kissed him, Lucifer brought Alastor over to be bed and sat him down. Kissing on each shoulder, going to his neck, then to his chest and sniffing at his pecs.

While he kissed his scars he whispered, “You’re so beautiful. Just the way you are. If…you would like, I could be your first time?” He kissed at his belly button and down to where his boxer briefs started, all while looking up at him. Alastor was blushing, there in his boxers his cock hard and drooling, staining with pre-cum that trickled down into a pooling patch in his underwear. Lucifer pulls down his underwear to be hit with a gentle wave of musk while he took in another sight to behold. Alastor’s cock was uncircumcised, thicker than three of Luci’s fingers with slightly saggy balls and a soft mound of dark red pubic hair just above his crotch.

Lucifer felt his own dick stirring, growing harder by the second. He pulled down his own undies, his cock springing up swiftly. His cockhead was gold, especially around the rim of his tip. His cock was longer than Alastor’s yet slender and white, outside of the gold which trailed down following his veins. His tip bulged as he took a deep breath and began kissing and sniffing at Alastor’s crotch.

He nuzzled into his public hair as he stroked his cock, listening to the wet noise of his foreskin pulling back and forth, covering his tip and soon his hand in gentle lubrication. He licked at his urethra, tasting the gentle saltiness of his pre-cum. This deer was just a fountain, ready clearly, for what was to come. Lucifer held a arm out and held Al’s chin, prodding a thumb into his lips, down to the right corner of his mouth for Al to suck, while he took Alastor’s cock into his mouth with earnest need.

Alastor was panting hard, throbbing between Lucifer’s soft lips. It didn’t help that the man was gazing at him with such a beautiful face, smiling as he sucked his cock. He panted and felt his breath shuddering before he moved back a bit, gripping the bedsheet as he came. Lucifer moved up, his cheeks pushed out as if his mouth was full, and moved closer to Alastor’s face. He sat on his crotch, feeling Alastor’s soaked dick against his exposed rear while he planted a kiss and pushed Alastor’s cum into his mouth with his tongue.

Alastor closed his eyes and moaned into the kiss, holding Lucifer by the hips while they swirled his ejaculate around both mouths, before they both swallowed some amount of the jism. Alastor wiped Lucifer’s lips and chuckled. They breathed gently and sat there for a moment.

It was quiet in the bedroom. No music. No hums. Just their gentle breaths and a shuffling of bodies. They spoke without speaking. Talked without talking. Kissed without kissing— all while Lucifer pushed Al against the bed and with his ass raised spread Alastor’s ass wide to sniff and kiss into his tight asshole. He rubbed and pulled gently at Al’s ballsack while he rimmed him. His hole was slightly musky, tasting subtly of cinnamon and sweat.

He felt like he could eat his ass out forever. Yet he felt proud in this, excited in the rush of emotions, but also proud in being the one that Alastor wanted to lose his virginity to.

Alastor arched his back, looking back at Luci with fluttering eyes before he backed up a bit. In a sudden movement Lucifer was on his back with the deer’s ass on his face. Alastor covered his mouth, his cock leaking and erect, throbbing while he felt Lucifer’s forked tongue drill deeper and rub against the tender orb that was Al’s prostate. Alastor leaned down and grabbed Lucifer’s throbbing cock, sniffing it first before swirling a tongue around his tip.

“You taste divine. It’s true you smell…” he sucked down on his sac and licked up his shaft before resting his face with his tip by nose, which was leaking precum too. “Like apples.” Alastor took his cock into his mouth and bobbed down. Lucifer spread Alastor’s rear and pushed his face a bit deeper, devouring more and more. Al tensed up and moved up suddenly when he felt a digit slide into him. He sighed and bit his lip.

“Fuck.” Alastor bemoaned as he gripped Luci’s cock and looked back at him. Lucifer, with a satisfied look on his face, kissed Alastor’s hole and cheeks gently.

“You need to relax. Especially for your first time, deer.” Lucifer said, before licking deep into him again. Alastor laid on top of him, lapping at his cock as he tried to relax himself. The alcohol did its part, yet in sobering moments like this, he found it would take something stronger than some liquor to prohibit his stress.

Lucifer could feel the warm folds of Alastor’s rectum slowly loosen for him. One digit turned to two and two to three until when the two moved he could see a slightly loosened hole which a majestic reddish-brown deer adorned. He up and positioned his tip against Al’s ass and after spitting on his own shaft he gently pushed into him. Alastor gripped the bedsheets and huffed as he felt this force fill his belly. He felt like he was being torn apart. Yet as he too pushed back, to balance the feeling, he felt that openness become something more pleasant and helped take Lucifer’s member more easily.

Lucifer gently held onto Alastor’s tail as he pumped into him. His other hand gripped Alastor’s left pec, leaning as close as possible and kissing his shoulder blade.

“Ough. You divine creature. You’re doing so good.” Lucifer moaned into his ear. His forked tongue hissing out and licking at Al’s quivering lips. Alastor’s body shuddered as he felt Lucifer’s cock drill into his prostate, only able to utter a series of tight breaths before shoving his face in the pillow and cumming hard onto the blanket. Lucifer went faster now before biting into Alastor’s back and cumming too, as his shaft pumped, some of his jizz spilled from within Al’s ass and down the back of his leg.

The two of them laid there, covered in the love still clinging on their skin. Alastor rubbing into Lucifer’s hair with an idle hand. Soft jazz played in a radio summoned onto the side table which before just had a cigarette tray and a lamp. The colors of the outside flowed through the window like a sea of reds and purples, which ebbed as sinners walked past.

It felt loose down there for Alastor, cum gently sliding out of him as he laid there beside Lucifer. It felt tender when he rubbed his hole, feeling the jism hold onto his fingers before he goes to wipe it on his belly. Lucifer took Alastor’s hand and licked it clean.

How can a man who sees and feels be so sad? This man seemed to live in an insomniac’s daydream. Wandering Hell in search of the love he had before. In search for the spark to relight his angelic heritage, now fallen, and snuffed as fast as the birth of all things: instantaneous.

While Alastor basked in the afterglow, shudders still summoned when he thought of his loins. He turned to Lucifer and leaned to kiss his lips before pressing his forehead to his. He rubbed a few fingers into Lucifer’s chest.

“If…you’d like, I would like you to be my first time.” Alastor began to request.

“For what? Sex?” Lucifer replied.

“No. For love.”