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Evening has fallen for Pentagram City and the outside was full of the normal hustle and bustle of the humdrum life of Hell. Though the Hotel was quiet for once, almost in a slumber. Everyone has gone to bed or is settling down. Alastor and (Y/N) were no exception.
As is their nightly routine, they both are in the library sitting on the loveseat in front of the fireplace. Alastor sits normally with a book in his hand. His coat discarded over the arm of the chair, sleeves rolled up, and soft smile is gracing his features. (Y/N) lays back against the other arm, legs laying across Alastor’s. Alastor has a hand idly rubbing their calves. (Y/N) also has a book, though they’re not reading it at the moment. It lays open in their lap. (Y/N) stares at Alastor, a burning question in their mind.
(Y/N) and Alastor have been courting for some time now, and they have been going on plenty of dates. But they haven’t been quite intimate yet. (Y/N) respects Alastor’s touch aversion, the only times they touch Alastor is when (Y/N)’s been given permission. The most they’ve really done is link arms or Alastor would hold (Y/N) close to him by an arm around their waist. (Y/N)’s really wondering now if they could kiss Alastor, nothing more. They don’t want to force Alastor into anything. How would he kiss? Does he have experience? Will it simply be a peck? Or will he be willing to make it more intense? Would he hold them close? Press his whole body against you? The questions swirl in (Y/N)’s mind.
Feeling (Y/N)’s gaze, Alastor looks up from his book, static buzzing, “What’s made you so concerned, my Beau?”
(Y/N) blushes deeply, the red stretching from the top of their ears to the expanse of their chest. They look away and mutter, “Noth-nothing too important, uh, not really a concern Al…”
Alastor’s grin broadens, he puts a bookmark in his book and magics it away, he then places a hand on (Y/N)’s cheek gently guiding it to face him again. “Come on my dear, it must be important if it took you away from the novel you’d been intently reading for the past couple hours. Tell me.” His tone brokered no argument.
(Y/N) takes a deep breath to calm their nerves, “F-fine, just promise not to be upset or anything.”
“I promise not to react inappropriately. What’s on your mind?” Alastor leans back and removes his hand from (Y/N)’s cheek, instead placing it on their thigh in a comforting manner.
“Ok, well, I was just, uh, just wondering i-if,” (Y/N) pauses and they fidget with the book in front of them, “Uh…”
“You can do it beau, you can tell me.” Alastor encourages, lightly rubbing circles with his thumb.
(Y/N) takes another deep breath and closes their eyes, focusing on the comfort Alastor is giving, “Would you be willing to… kiss me?” Alastor’s hand stops and (Y/N) holds their breath. Afraid of what the answer may be.
After a long pause, (Y/N) peeks open their eyes, startled to see Alastor’s face right in front of them. Making the breath they were holding quickly released. He’s only a couple inches away. Alastor’s face is searching (Y/N)’s, for what they don’t know, His smile still there but seeming to be slightly strained. Suddenly very self conscious (Y/N) rushes out “You don’t have to do anything! I was just curious and been wanting to but don’t want to force you or something. It’s stu-”
They were cut off by Alastor’s finger placed over their lips. His brows furrow and he whispers in disbelief, his voice almost completely devoid of static, “You want to kiss me?”
(Y/N)’s eyes widen and they inhale to answer but is stopped by Alastor leaning in, making him so close that both of their breaths intermingle. His eyes drop down to (Y/N)’s lips and he mutters, “Push me away if you don’t want this.”
He cups (Y/N)’s cheeks and presses his lips to theirs. Slowly moving his head to the side he pulls (Y/N) closer to him. (Y/N)’s hands shoot up and tangle with his hair, eyes fluttering close. Alastor then slightly parts his lips to slowly lick the seam of their lips. (Y/N) shudders and gasps, letting Alastor dive in, which he gladly does. He dominates them, deepening the kiss. (Y/N) gladly lets him, basking in the floaty happy feeling of Alastor kissing them.
Alastor decides to pull (Y/N) into his lap. Forcing them to straddle him and both of their chests flushed together. (Y/N) sighs happily and lays their arms across Alastor’s shoulders and the back of the couch. Alastor presses one hand to their back and the other to the back of their head, holding them in that position continuing to kiss them.
This doesn’t feel rushed or desperate. They kiss one another almost lazily, taking their time to explore one another. Gently caressing one another. Showing how much they love one another. (Y/N) moans softly every so often and Alastor returns with barely audible groans. Over time Alastor rubs (Y/N)’s back and (Y/N) plays with Alastor’s hair as they kiss. Letting themselves enjoy the moments.
After what seems like hours they break apart, panting. A string of saliva connecting them together. (Y/N)’s flushed all over and Alastor has a light dusting of pink on their cheeks. After several beats, Alastor speaks first his static returning, “How was that my darling (Y/N)?”
(Y/N)’s head drops to Alastor’s shoulder, nestling themselves there mumbling into his neck, “Breathtaking.”
Alastor hums and strokes their hair, they both bask in the moment. Not really wanting to break the spell of comfort they both feel. He places a soft kiss on (Y/N)'s head, letting his lips linger. He waves his hand and makes a radio appear, playing soft jazz in the room. Alastor leans back his head and stares at the fireplace, enjoying the feeling of (Y/N) laying atop him. After a time he eventually says, “My dear, I believe we should go to bed.”
Hearing no response he looks down and finds (Y/N) already fast asleep. He chuckles and scoops them up into his arms and he gets up from the couch. Careful not to jostle (Y/N) around too much. He magics the fireplace to go out and the radio to stop playing. He then makes his way slowly to his room, humming a soft tune.