"The stage is a world of Entertainment."

"Salutations, folks! The name's Alastor!"

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“One day that smart mouth of yours will get you into  V̥͙ ͢҉̗̠̬̥̫E̸̼̼͎̹ ̷̷̬͇̣R͕͈͈͚͠ ̞̻̝̻́͞Ỳ̘͔́ big trouble.”

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arachn0philia​:

It took all of Angel’s strength to not comment on the noises coming from Alastor’s lips, but he’d probably lose massage privileges if he did– and that would be a damn shame.  So, he kept his thoughts to himself, though a smirk did curl his lips.

“Color me fuckin’ shocked.  I would a’ been bedridden if my shoulders were this fucked up.”  His hands moved closer to Alastor’s neck, thumbs rubbing circles at the base of it, near his spine.

If those noises amused Angel, the ones Alastor emitted once those thumbs got to his neck would be more of a struggle to hold his tongue at. 

“Ah! That-Right in that spot. It-fuck.”

The words fell out of his mouth as a hiss. Perhaps it had been strategic that he hadn’t been taking care of them--he would’ve avoided situations like this.

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Alastor’s back arched at the feeling of lips on his neck. He hated it and he loved it and it burned so good. The temptation to yank Husker back up to his neck was almost irresistible. 

The question made him pause. It made the temperature in the room go down around him. He hated it. He wanted it to get hot again. He didn’t want things to stop. He didn’t want Husker to go aw--what the hell.

Plastering another grin on his face, Alastor nodded. 

“It feels good.” Well. It wasn’t a lie.

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multixdisaster​:

At the light nips he lets his lips part, and as eager as he is, he lets Alastor set the pace. He could be patient and the last thing he wanted was to accidentally overwhelm the other. Letting his thumb brush along their cheek and smiling as he felt the soft heat there.

Alastor pulled away for a moment, a soft pant now filling the air around them. Without much thought, he pressed his cheek against Angel’s hand. He was fine taking things slow, he much preferred it this way. 

Eyes still focused on Angel, he took the other’s hand and began to lad him up the stairs. 

“Shall we continue this elsewhere?”

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arachn0philia​:

Angel was honestly a bit… surprised, that Alastor had actually bared his shoulders, but he certainly wasn’t complaining about it.  Made massaging him a hell of a lot easier.

A hum, and his hands returned to the bare shoulders, thumbs pressing deep against his flesh, rubbing circles deep into the tissue.  “Fuckin’ hell, how are you livin’ wit’ so many fuckin’ knots?”

Alastor strained to remain in his taught, upright position. Those thumbs were working and it was the best magic he’d ever felt. Soft pants were rolling off of his tongue.

“I s-suppose I just hadn’t noticed them--Mm! Before.”

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“You’re hot as hell when you get all in my face like this.”(...here goes nothing I hope he won’t beat him up XD)

“ A̴͏͎̬̭͓̻͉̺͇̳m̛̙̗̥͇̻͖̀     ̸̠̩Í͔͇̳̭̖͇͡!?” Alastor’s grin sharpened to a fine point.

“Or do you just enjoy  P̠̖̬̠̠͙͓i̧͍̘̱͙͎͝s̩͍̘͙͟s̨̤̝̹̩̼̻͓͍̀͟s҉̣̘ś͖͕ṣ̛̛̰͇͚͍̥̣̦̻̕i̴͈̣̗̠ņ̸̗͕̫̭̩̩̹͉g̲ ҉̝̩̹̱̯͚͙̲͖͞m̶͍̹̟͍͎̠̦͠è̜̩̻̘͚͎ ͚͕̖̱́O̵͖̬̱̬̟͙͘ ̵̫̱̳̪͙͘ͅF̶̫͚ ̖̘͍̹f̴̵̹̥͔͠ ?”

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19 - My muse puts a blindfold on your muse.

Alastor was sure of himself in this moment. He’d kept Angel waiting all day and it was time to reward him, but not so quickly. His plan was in motion once the spider agreed to play along. The black silk found its way around the arachnid’s head, looped, and then gently tightened. Alastor tied the silk in a specially tight knot, something he’d learned when he was alive. 

“Can you still see me, darling?” 

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Angel releases a pleased hum as he finally feels lips press against his own, and one of his hands move to gently grasp the front of their jacket. His other, at first hesitant to move, eventually slowly moves to cup their cheek and press forward a little with the kiss.

Alastor continued gently, then something sent a chill up his spine and he decided to give Angel’s lip a nibble. He felt heat in his cheeks and a stirring in his gut. He felt like he could fly, like he had indeed taken flight and gotten high into the air, then let himself freefall back down.

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9 - My muse leaves bite marks all over your muse.

Alastor still wasn’t sure if this was something he was comfortable with, but she’d asked for it. So there he was, holding her body close, taking in her scent. The room was hot and everything was a little too hot. It was hard for him to think and he didn’t appreciate it. 

Not wanting to start too rough, he littered her with kisses and licks. The licking turned to sucking which turned to biting. Pretty soon her thighs and hips were covered. Now to make his way up. He gazed up at her from below.

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Alastor forced his eyes to close. He was helpless to refuse and felt himself lean up into the kiss. Husker was so warm--Alastor wanted what little clothing he was wearing to come off already. He could feel the heat inside of his own body and could feel the heat radiating off of Husker’s, both filling the room and making any cover too much and too damn hot.

He reached behind him and moved the covers from the bed, then his hands reached up to grapple at Husker’s back and tenderly tangle themselves in his fur. He pulled Husker closer, further up onto the bed.

His mind was swimming. He was scared, he was giddy, he was ready. Was he? His body seemed to scream a resounding WE’LL WORRY ABOUT THAT LATER.

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arachn0philia​:

With Alastor’s permission, Angel’s hands went right back to Alastor’s shoulders, working away at them.

“Y’ know, I’d be able ta’ do a betta’ job if you at took your shirt off.  Or like, slid your shirt down off your shoulders.  Don’t have ta’, jus’ a suggestion.”  The padded shoulders were aesthetically pleasing, sure, but they were completely in the way of getting to the muscle.

Alastor sighed through gritted teeth. Just once. Maybe if I do this he’ll avoid surprising me by entering my personal space.

“Okay.”

Rather begrudgingly, Alastor slid off his coat, then his vest, then situated his shirt so that his shoulders were visible. All discarded articles of clothing were placed lovingly behind him to keep hidden that pesky tail he hoped no one knew he had.

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multixdisaster​:

Part of the demon wants to complain about the hesitance when he was so close. Yet, there was definitely a part of him that appreciated the question. He was so used to others just taking what they wanted from him. Sometimes he forgets that it wasn’t supposed to be like that. So he lets out a quiet breath and smiles. “Yeah. Please kiss me.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

Alastor’s grin softened and, with a hand now placed on Angel’s upper back, he closed the last bit of distance between them. His lips were slow and careful, perhaps from years of neglect, but were soft and giving off a hint of warmth.

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That was the beauty of alcohol, it gave you a major confidence boost, made you feel like you could do anything. In this case, it made Alastor feel like he could just pin Ombra to the wall, act like he had any semblance of control, give himself an antler extension and kiss the shadow demon like they were on the fourth date.

Well, why not let him feel all that?

Ombra met the stag’s lips with his own, allowing him to take control. He was fairly confident he was the only one in life or death to have been drunkenly kissed by Alastor; he would hold this over the stag’s head for a long, long time. He wouldn’t boast to all of Hell, though, because that would be rude.

Something stirred in Alastor and a rhythm was found in their kisses. While Ombra would be incorrect in his assumptions, he wouldn’t be corrected by Alastor who wished not to think of his time alive. 

But this was for another day, one preferably when Alastor was not more focused on figuring out where the best place to put his hands without being too forward would be. Hips? No. Shoulders? Maybe. Hands? Well, did Ombra have hands that he could easily find? Shoulders it was. 

His hands came off of the wall and gently landed on Ombra’s shoulders.

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