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Alastor leans back onto the dark purple couch, bringing his ‘duck season’ mug up to his lips to take a sip from it. His eyes narrowed at the blonde on the other side of the room as small moans slipped from his lips.
“Is this what you wanted, sire?” Alastor asked, sitting the mug back down in his lap. One leg was crossed over the other, hiding how much the scene in front of him was truly affecting him. Lucifer sat across from him, legs held up on the chair's arms by his shadows' tentacles. Lucifer's head was tilted back as Alastor watched him pinch his own clit with one hand. His other hand was wrapped around the tip of his cockhead, squeezing it lightly. But even as he tried to hold out on his orgasm, he could see how the devil's hips jerked, trying to chase his own pleasure.