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Gremlins (1984)

[rzsumisu]

@solardrag0n requested, “‘Stargazing’ on the roof of the hotel?“

I took artistic liberties. Also you said I could totally make ‘em ns//fw so real. some oral beneath the cut ;) Appleradio 🍎📻 drabble requests are open!

Few have graced the presence of Alastor’s radio tower.

It’s sentient, he realizes as he stalks up the stairs behind the radio demon himself, watching as Alastor’s coat bobs dramatically behind the brush of his legs.

Lucifer’s been allowed up on one condition— a claw curled beneath his chin and his beau made him promise not to complain about his smoking habits. Not the habit of, the smoke or otherwise. The radio tower was his personal retreat and he wasn’t about to have his routine trifled with by the Devil, no matter how unwittingly invasive Lucifer tended to be.

The tower feels like Alastor. Probably why he didn’t allow many to attend with him. The view through the red-tinted windows is rather magnificent; the might of heaven glints up above. He’s glad, in that moment, that Alastor is beside him. After losing himself staring upwards for a moment more, he turns his attention back to his lover just in time to watch his claws and eyes flash from the lighter’s heat. Alastor was always striking, always attractive, and the action only accentuated all of his hard edges.

Their gazes momentarily catch as Alastor inhales.

After exhaling, Alastor is first to bite. “What are you thinking about, my King?” He doesn’t mean the title, not at all. But it serves to be playful, reminding him of his standing during a moment of weakness.

“Heaven.”

Earnest as the answer is, Lucifer does not elaborate. Alastor raises his eyes skyward. The pointed lines of his hair fall back to reveal his neck. A thin layer of smoke begins to cloak the room.

The demon’s coy hum cuts through his stray thoughts. Being an angel was… being perfect, omnipotent, creation itself. Sinners were flawed, but they were still humanity. Charlie had showed him that, had showed heaven that! So, what of his own mistakes?

The day had been heavy. Burdensome thoughts had weighed him down during his duties and despite the persistence of negativity, being enveloped in Alastor’s presence so fully was comforting, sobering. The demon doesn’t re approach the conversation yet, choosing to finish his cigarette. It doesn’t take long. Delicate claws snub the filter and discard it into the nearby glass ashtray before Alastor shrugs his tailcoat off, lying it over the nearby chair he perches on to preform.

Lucifer watches, happy to observe and keep his mind empty.

It’s very like Alastor to surprise him. Not the traditional kind of surprise. No, the demon liked to lie in wait and then shock him, presenting information or action with no former explanation. Eyes that were follow the twist of Alastor’s hips as he approaches but flicker upwards as the demon brings his hands forth, procuring a hair-tie, drawing claws through his crimson locks to pull half of his hair up.

Lucifer’s still at a loss. But when the other is close enough, he receives a rather docile kiss from the other man before Alastor sinks down onto skinny knees.

Oh.

”A-Alastor?” Lucifer’s throat bobs with the newfound nervous energy. His dick however, is not nervous. Alastor had never… he’d gone down on Alastor a few times, when allowed. And he never, ever pressed for any reciprocation.

“You can keep looking up at heaven if you’d like.” Alastor purrs his response.

Good fucking God, shouldn’t Alastor be nervous and virginal about this? He doubts with what he knows of Alastor’s sexual history that the other has ever preformed oral on a man before. Now that he thinks about it, those teeth! Cursing, Lucifer is sure he’s flushed a bright, flattering gold.

“Are you… positive about this?” Lucifer’s fingers reach out finally, brushing through the demon’s loose bangs affectionately. Alastor, brushing his sharp nose against the growing bulge at the Devil’s waist. Instead of answering, Alastor takes his hand and nuzzles before nipping his palm in reprimand. Loud and clear, don’t baby the radio demon…

Alastor, usually so concerned with power, with appearances. To see that same sinner on his knees before him, due to trust?

To… love?

It was a vulnerable position to put oneself in. Lucifer’s heart swells with how much Alastor was willing to give him. This was outside his usual wheelhouse, inclinations of a sexual nature not usually his forte. It was Alastor’s forte to forgo any sort of pretense to the act and jump right to the main event. He supposes that’s where the demon’s nerves towards the acts show, even though Lucifer’s never truly seen it.

Alastor’s height gives him some advantage, having a good amount of reach for this act, pressing chilly kisses against the revealed skin of Lucifer’s lower stomach as he works at untucking his layers and undoing his slacks. And there it was at last, a thin layer of dark color decorates Alastor’s nose and cheekbones; Lucifer’s cock is full and free as pants are worked down his hips the last bit. At last, he has room to work with…

Lucifer’s heart is in his throat. This feels like a precious moment; if he blinks, he might miss something important that he wants ingrained behind his eyelids for the rest of time. Having Alastor on his knees for him is beyond erotic, even with the lack of foreplay.

The demon is shy about it, something he’d surely deny.

There’s no way he’d rather look upwards at the heavens when he has Alastor here before him as if at the altar to pray— yet another act Lucifer’s sure Alastor’s never indulged in.

He sees stars of an entirely different kind when Alastor’s mouth finds the tip of his cock. A kiss is pressed to the slit before tongue experimentally curls around the head. The Devil’s fingertip’s play across the edges of the deer’s ears, massaging them momentarily before sinking both hands into the edges of his lover’s bangs carefully, pulling them back…

Focused on his work, Alastor does lock eyes with him as he licks from root to tip and begins to experiment with sinking his mouth down onto Lucifer- how far he could get without gagging, using his tongue on the underside. Sharp teeth play against him now and then. Toes curl— what a deadly, sinful act he was being gifted. If Alastor wanted, he could bite down at any time.

Alastor’s mouth was reddened near the edges, eyes watering slightly as he challenges himself and swallows more of Lucifer down. The King has been stifling many of his noises besides whimpers and short, breathy moans— but that gets him, sending his head falling back with a long, low groan. A few of his blonde locks that seem gelled ordinarily fall out of place, framing his eyes. Alastor’s tail wags and twitches irritably— usually signifying he’s getting wet in these sorts of situations.

“I’m close-,” fast, which was embarrassing, but. It’s been beyond decades.

Alastor hums his approval against his cock when Lucifer tugs at his hair a bit accidentally and he rewards him with another gentle tug. The demon moans against his cock this time- and oh, that’s it. Lucifer, who’s been very gentle and still, shudders as he finishes.

Alastor’s ears flit backwards suddenly. The first swallow was fine, but the second sends him quietly coughing, licking his lips and sighing tiredly as he rests his head against Lucifer’s thighs.

This was his heaven now, Lucifer supposed. Right here, in this hotel.

“Alastor? Are you okay?” Lucifer stoops to his own knees now to take Alastor’s face in his hands— oh, how beautiful he looked; wrecked. Face reddened and eyes glossy…

All Lucifer cares about is Alastor.

“Can I take care of you now, Bambi?”

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crawling out of my hole with a smol snippet of some original sapphic fiction i’m writing *gasp*

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Shaima continues, hacking the last dagger into the fourth corner of the map on her desk, “I don’t know about the [redacted] per se but to answer the question, yes. We will make port. Properly. A week at least.”

Shouts of “Aye!” erupt from most ladies, paired with broad grins and happy giggles, Charango opting for a swift strum of their strings. Shaima can’t help when the corners of her lips rise.

“That’s what I like to hear from my favourite Captain,” Deepali murmurs, smirking.

Shaima pulls a fifth knife, holding it just to the base of Deepali’s throat in reprimand of her cockiness. “I am your only Captain.”

More lash fluttering, “My point still stands.”

Shaima narrows her eyes in warning. Although before the scene can escalate, there is a string instrument neck placed on Deepali’s chest, oh so slowly pushing her back and off the desk until she is settled into Charango’s side, still grinning like a cat that got the cream.

Shaima gives them an acknowledging nod which Charango replies to with one of their own. After about six weeks out on the open sea they might be the only other one with an ounce of common sense on their vessel. Açaí fluffs her feathers and replies with a caw of You’re Welcome.

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never knew i needed to hear rhett say outdated gen z terms like today 😃

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Only 8 more days until Halloween!! I felt like painting something so bam 💥

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