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Alastor groaned and averted his eyes from Lucifer’s intense stare. His heart beat a wild rhythm against his chest and a stray bead of sweat slowly rolled down his flushed face.
Lucifer’s grin stretched his cheeks and accentuated his sharp teeth. “What’s the matter, Bambi? What happened to your attitude?”
The king’s grip tightened around the cock in his hands. His hold firm yet gentle around the thickness of it.
The overlord swallowed the lump in his throat, his jacket quickly becoming sweltering in the heavy atmosphere of the Hazbin Hotel’s hallway. The familiar scent of the old carpet and Niffty’s cleaning chemicals would have been unnoticeable or even dull under any other circumstances. But at the moment it was all the more overwhelming.
He should have known that competing with the original fallen angel was a risky move, but Alastor was nothing if not confident in his own abilities. However, Lucifer’s success in their little game was sobering in the worst way. His smugness was expressed in every lick of his lips, twitch of his smile and gleam in his eye.
He had doubted the king when he loudly proclaimed his confidence in his ability to handle Alastor’s cock. He was loath to admit it, but Lucifer’s smug attitude was not entirely unfounded.
“Ready for the next round?” Lucifer’s throaty voice ran like fire through his veins, alighting his blood in the delight of the chase. The competition.
“If you have the stamina for such a thing, your grace.” Alastor challenged back, baring his teeth in a grin.
“Oh ho ho!” Lucifer laughed, stroking the cock in his hand. “I can do this all night.”
BAH GAWK
The rooster calls out from Lucifer’s arms, wiggling in an attempt to escape. The king laughs and pets a finger over the chocolate colored feathers. He sets the rooster down and it takes off down the long hallway.
Alastor had picked up the creature with the intention of feeding it to the family of gators that stalked his bayou, but this particular cock had an attitude to it that he found entirely too entertaining to waste on gator bait. The only troublesome aspect of keeping the little thing was its insistence on escaping his room and wandering the hotel as it saw fit.
Lucifer and Alastor stood beside each other and stretched their muscles in preparation for the chase. They were now tied and Alastor was not about to allow Lucifer to win. He was determined to capture that damned bird.
“Now your grace, we have yet to discuss what the winner will receive.” Alastor reminded him.
Lucifer hummed thoughtfully, leaning down to rest his hands on the carpet while he prepared to run. They knelt down together like runners in the Olympics looking down the track toward their medals.
“We should fuck.”
The ear piercing shriek of feedback that burst all the lightbulbs on their floor was enough of an answer.