"Good boy." The words shouldn't send as much of a thrill through him as they do, but the heat in Alastor's tone and the promise behind it is too much. Lucifer shudders, and then the hand on his dick is moving, ever so slowly trailing those deft fingers from root to tip over the thin cotton. It's not enough to provide any real friction, but the teasing touch sends sparks through him, pleasure dripping into his gut like honey, slow and sickeningly sweet. There's no chance he's going to be able to make coffee here after this without getting hard. He tips his head back against Alastor's shoulder and rolls his hips, unabashedly chasing more. "Alastor, please," he pants. "How could I deny you when you ask so sweetly?" From this angle, there's no missing the dangerous smile that Alastor flashes down at him. Alastor pulls away, but Lucifer hardly has the chance to mourn the loss before he's being turned around again and pressed back against the counter. Lips crash against his hard. The familiar taste of Alastor's toothpaste tells him he did take a pit stop on the way to the kitchen. Lucifer would care more about his own morning breath if not for the way Alastor licks into his mouth like he can't get enough. He tries to retaliate, pressing up on the balls of his feet, fighting for some semblance of control, only to have Alastor suck at his tongue. Kissing has no right to be this obscene, especially this early in the morning.
Sooo I started this for #alloDTIYS but I think i got lost along the way... there is definitely biting is the thing. :)
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