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Alastor was a rare find. In Hell, there were a select few demons cursed with Estrus cycles, in which they become sexually receptive; Signaling that they are ready to breed. Whether one was to be cursed with a cycle depended on how sexually active they were whilst alive.
Since Hell was created to punish, it was no surprise that the less active and more reluctant you were to be intimate, the more likely you were to have a cycle bestowed upon you.
Luckily for Alastor, the cycle in question only came every few years, long enough for people to not notice a pattern in his absences.
Alastor had been dating Lucifer for some time now. He knew of his condition, and Alastor had made it clear that he wasn't looking to breed, just someone who could be there for him during the trying times. As the warmth of his heat began to suffuse his body, he felt the familiar pull of nature's call. The scent of his pheromones grew stronger, and he knew that soon, it would be impossible to ignore.
Lucifer had been preparing for the moment since the day Alastor had confided in him. He had read all the literature and talked to friends who knew anything about the matter.
When time came, Lucifer rushed over to the Hotel, his heart beating in his throat. They had decided beforehand that Alastor best stay in Lucifer's palace, knowing that the privacy would be appreciated.
Upon entering Alastor’s room, he was greeted by the potent scent of his heat. It filled the space like a fog, thick and palpable. Alastor lay on his bed, his skin flushed and eyes glazed with need. He looked up at Lucifer, and in that moment, all the words of preparation fell away. This was new territory for both of them, and the gravity of the situation hung in the air.
Lucifer approached the bedside, his movements slow and deliberate. He took Alastor's hand, feeling the heat radiating from his body. His breathing was shallow, and he leaned into his touch, seeking comfort. Lucifer knew that this was more than just a physical need; it was a storm of hormones and instinct that Alastor couldn't control.
"I'm here," Lucifer whispered, his voice a calming balm. He gently stroked Alastor hair, the softness of it a stark contrast to the tension in his body. Aastor closed his eyes, his breath hitching as he tried to find some semblance of peace.
With that, Lucifer opened a portal with the snap of his fingers and gently ushered Alastor through it and into their room back at the palace.
The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the outside world at bay.
Lucifer took a deep breath, maneuvering Alastor so that his back was to his chest. He began to massage Alastor's shoulders, his touch feather-light at first, gradually increasing the pressure as he felt his muscles unknot. Alastor let out a low moan of relief, the tension in his body slowly easing. Lucifer worked his way down his arms, feeling the heat emanating from him, and then back up to his neck, applying gentle pressure to the base of his antlers. The action elicited a small sigh from him, and Lucifer knew he was doing something right.
Alastor’s breathing began to even out, the tension in his body lessening with each movement. He turned to face Lucifer, his eyes searching his. Lucifer saw the question there, the need for reassurance, and he nodded, his own eyes filled with understanding and care. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Alastor's forehead, and he closed his eyes, his breath catching in his throat.
Lucifer knew that the next few days would be a delicate dance, balancing Alastor’s needs with his own. His heat was not just a physical event but an emotional one as well, and he had to be there to support him through the storm. Lucifer reached for a cool cloth, dampening it in the bathroom and returning to lay it across Alastor's forehead. The chill was a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin, and he shivered, his eyes fluttering open to meet Lucifer’s.
"Thank you," He murmured, his voice husky with arousal.
Lucifer nodded, his own need simmering just beneath the surface, but he kept his expression neutral. He'd promised to be there for Alastor, and he wasn't about to let his own desires cloud the situation. He sat beside him, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. His hand slid down to Alastor's waist, his thumb tracing idle circles over the soft fabric of his shirt. The gentle touch was enough to send waves of pleasure through Alastor's body, and he leaned into him, his cheek pressing against Lucifer's chest.
His breathing grew deeper, the scent of his heat thickening the air. Lucifer could feel his own control slipping, but he pushed it down, focusing on Alastor's comfort. He pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around him, and he sighed, his body melting into Lucifer's embrace.
"I need...something," Alastor whispered, his voice strained. "it's too much."
Lucifer's grip tightened, his resolve unwavering. "I've got you," he assured Alastor, his voice steady despite the storm of emotions that raged within. He knew Alastor was referring to the intense ache that accompanied his heat, the one that demanded attention and release. But he had prepared for this. He had thought through every possible scenario, every way he could help without crossing the line.
He pulled away slightly, his eyes searching hers for consent. When Alastor nodded, Lucifer began to undo the buttons of Alastor's dress shirt, slipping it off his shoulders to reveal bare skin.
He reached for the jar of scented massage oil on the bedside table. The scent of lavender and chamomile filled the air as he warmed a small amount in his palms. He began to apply it to Alastors shoulders, his hands moving in slow, soothing circles. The slickness of the oil made his movements smoother, the scent mingling with her own intoxicating aroma.
Lucifer's touch grew more deliberate as he worked his way down Alastor's back, his strong fingers pressing into the taut muscles that had formed knots from his distress. He could feel the heat coming off Alastor in waves, and the urgency in his breaths grew more pronounced with each passing moment. Despite Lucifer's own growing need, he remained focused on Alastor, his mind racing with thoughts of how to alleviate his discomfort.
"Is this okay?" Lucifer asked, his voice a low rumble in Alastor's ear.
Alastor nodded, the sensation of Lucifer's hands on his skin sending shivers down his spine. "It's helping," He murmured, his eyes drifting shut once more.
Lucifer felt a surge of relief. He knew he couldn't ignore Alastor's needs forever, but he was determined to keep their relationship on the same level it had been before his heat began. He continued to massage him, his strokes growing more deliberate as he felt the tension leave Alastor's body. The oil glided over his skin, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. His breaths grew deeper, and Lucifer knew he was making progress.
The room was silent except for the soft whispers of their breaths and the occasional rustle of the sheets. Lucifer took a deep breath, inhaling Alastor's scent, and felt the last of his resistance crumble. He had to help him in every way he could, even if it meant giving in to the instincts that called to him.
With a gentle sigh, Lucifer leaned in closer, his breath hot against Alastor's neck. He felt him shiver, his pulse quickening beneath Lucifer's fingertips. His teeth grazed the soft skin of Alastor's shoulder, the urge to mark him, to claim him, almost overwhelming. But he stopped short, his mind clearing for a brief moment. This was about Alastor, not his own desires. He kissed the spot instead, his lips soft and reassuring.
Alastor’s eyes fluttered open, and he looked at him with a mix of desire and confusion. "What are you doing?"He breathed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Lucifer took a moment to gather his thoughts. "I'm just trying to help," He said, his voice gruff with restrained need. "Your heat...it's so strong. I can feel it in the air."
Alastor’s eyes searched his, and he understood. His hand reached up to cup Lucifer's cheek, his thumb brushing over his eyes. "Thank you," He whispered. "But I don't want this to change us."
Lucifer nodded, his eyes never leaving Alastor's."I know," He said. "And it won't. But I can't ignore what you're going through." He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against his. "Let me help you, Alastor. Let me make it better."
With a shaky nod, Alastor gave him permission, and he took it as a sign to proceed. He slid his hands up Alastor's chest, his fingertips tracing the lines of his abdomen before moving up to fondle his chest.
Lucifer leaned in and kissed him, his lips gentle and reassuring. The kiss grew deeper, his tongue seeking Alastor's, as he felt him respond with a passion that matched the intensity of his heat. Alastor's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, and he gave in to the moment.
He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of Alastor, the way the light played off his skin and the way his breath caught as he touched him. Lucifer knew he had to be careful, but he also knew that this was what Alastor needed.
Lucifer moved In front of Alastor, pushing apart his legs and settling between them. He kissed Alastor's neck, feeling the throb of his pulse beneath his lips. Lucifer worked his way down to his chest, his tongue swirling around Alastor's nipples, teasing them until they were taut and sensitive. Alastor arched his back, a keening sound escaping his throat. His hands fisted in the sheets, and Lucifer knew he was hitting the right spots. He continued to kiss and nip, his teeth grazing Alastor's skin just enough to make him gasp, but not hard enough to break the surface.
The scent of his arousal grew stronger, and Lucifer’s control began to waver. He knew he had to be careful, to keep his own needs in check. He forced himself to slow down, taking deep breaths to keep his thoughts at bay.
"Lucifer," Alastor panted, his hips rocking slightly against the mattress. His legs fell open wider, an unconscious invitation, and Lucifer’s hands slid down his body to the juncture of his thighs. He felt the slickness of his heat, and his own arousal grew painful.
He leaned back to look at Alastor, his eyes dark with desire. "I won't push you," He murmured. "But I want to help you through this."
Alastor's eyes surveyed , and he saw the struggle within Lucifer. Alastor knew he was fighting his own instincts, trying to be the supportive partner he needed. With a nod, he gave Lucifer the go-ahead, and he took it, his hands moving to pull down Alastor's underwear. He pulled them down slowly, over his mile-long legs.
Lucifer’s eyes fell to the slick, glistening hole that lay exposed before him. With trembling hands, he brushed his thumb over Alastor's entrance, relishing in the low groan that came from him. He took a deep breath, inhaling Alastor's scent, feeling the heat of his desire.
Lucifer leaned in, his tongue flicking out to taste him. Alastor's back arched off the bed, a cry of pleasure escaping his lips as Lucifer began to lick and kiss his sensitive hole. Lucifer felt his legs tense around him, his hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair as he held on tightly. Lucifer knew he had to be gentle, to ease him through this, so he took his time, exploring Alastor with his mouth, learning what made him moan and squirm beneath him.
Alastor's hips began to move in time with his ministrations, his need growing more urgent with each passing moment. Lucifer felt the pressure building in his own body, his cock straining against his pants, but he ignored it, focusing solely on Alastor. He slid a finger inside him, feeling Alastor tighten around him, his wetness coating Lucifer's digit. He pumped it in and out slowly, all the while never ceasing his attentions with his mouth.
Alastor’s breath grew ragged, his eyes squeezed shut as he rode the wave of pleasure that built within him. He could feel his orgasm approaching, his body tightening with anticipation. "Lucifer," He gasped, his voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy. "I'm...I'm going to..."
Lucifer didn't need his words to know. The scent of Alastor's impending climax was thick in the air, He increased the speed of his movements, his tongue flicking over Alastor's clit with precision. He felt his muscles clench around his finger, and with a final, shuddering cry, he fell over the edge, his body writhing with the force of his release.
Lucifer watched him come down from the peak, his breaths slowing, his grip on Lucifer's hair loosening. He gave Alastor a moment to recover before pulling away, his own desire still raging but under control. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving Alastor's. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
Alastor nodded, his eyes glazed with pleasure.
Lucifer managed a small smile, his gaze lingering on Alastor's flushed face before he turned away to regain his composure. He took a deep breath, the scent of Alastor's climax still strong in the air.
He went to pull away, only to be stopped by a hand on his forearm. Lucifer glaced up to meet Alastor's gaze, a small gasp leaving his lips at the lust and want still present in Alastor's eyes. “Keep going, Lucifer.” He pulled Lucifer back over him, trapping him between his legs.
Lucifer stifled a choke, scanning Alastor's face for any hint of apprehension.
“Are you… sure?” He whispered, hands trailing down to Alastor's hips.
“Get on with it, Lucifer,” Alastor pushed Lucifer’s erection into his own with his legs, drawing a gasp from the other. “Before I change my mind.”
Lucifer nodded, ridding himself of his clothes and finally freeing his erection. He wasted no time in lining up, Alastor wouldn't let him stall anymore anyway, and began to push into that tight, wet heat.
They groaned in unison, Lucifer almost falling onto Alastor.
“You okay?” He grunted, leaning down to press his face to Alastor's, humming as Alastor brought their lips together. He gently nudged Lucifer with his leg, telling him to move.
Lucifer pulled out, before all but slamming back in and setting a brutal pace.
The roughness of his thrusts matched the hunger in his eyes, and Alastor met each one with a moan of pleasure. The friction was exquisite, sending sparks of pleasure through his body with every movement.
Lucifer’s hips rocked into Alastor's, his pace unrelenting. He could feel the muscles in his back tense and release as Lucifer claimed him, each thrust hitting that spot, his movements becoming more urgent. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. It was a symphony of passion that drowned out the outside world, leaving only the two of them in the throes of desire.
Their breathing grew ragged, their movements more frantic as the tension built. The room around them was a blur of sheets and shadow, the only things in focus the two of them, joined in a dance as old as time. Alastor could feel his orgasm building, a wave that threatened to crash over him, and he clung to Lucifer, his nails leaving half-moons in his skin as he tried to hold on.
He could feel the heat building, coiling low in his belly, threatening to consume him. His eyes fluttered shut, his mouth forming a silent 'Oh' as he gave himself over to the feeling.
He felt Lucifer swell within him, and he knew he was close too.
With a final, desperate thrust, Lucifer reached between them, his hand finding Alastor's dick. He applied just the right amount of pressure, and Alastor shattered, his body convulsing around Lucy as the orgasm ripped through him. He screamed Lucifer’s name, the sound a mix of pleasure and release. The muscles in his legs tightened around Lucifer, Alastor's heels pushing into his back as he rode the waves of ecstasy.
Lucifer’s control snapped, and he followed Alastor over the edge, his hips jerking as he came inside him. His groan of satisfaction was primitive, a sound that resonated deep within Alastor, leaving him trembling and panting. For a moment, they stayed like that, their bodies locked together, the only sound in the room their ragged breathing.
Slowly, Lucifer withdrew, his cock still half-hard and glistening with their combined arousal. He bent to kiss Alastor, a soft, gentle kiss that was at odds with the roughness of their coupling. Alastor's legs felt like jelly as Lucifer helped him sit up against the pillows.
Lucifer’s touch grew gentle, his fingers tracing the contours of Alastor's face, his collarbones, his ribs. He whispered sweet nothings in his ear, and Alastor felt himself falling for Lucifer all over again, as if they were discovering each other's bodies for the first time.
The room spun around them, the world outside fading away into insignificance.