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Pressing himself closer, Lucifer nestled his face against the top of Alastor's head, namely the soft ears that flicker in passive delight to the attention they and the rest of Alastor was receiving. One of Lucifer's hands wrapped around the back of the radio demon's head to interchangeably card through his ruffled red hair and pet one of his ears. His fingers would pinch along the outer cartilage before thumbing circles along the inner ear. Alastor seemed only happy to listlessly accept the king's gentle ministration, a soft hum muddled by static occasionally breaking up the silence in Lucifer's bedroom.
It had been one of those nights in which Lucifer felt both a sense of loneliness and touch-starved-ness where he insisted on stealing Alastor away. While the king of Hell often sought out more physical intimacy, that wasn't always a shared sentiment for Alastor, though the closeness they had from simply cuddling managed to placate the worst of Lucifer's attention seeking. Something about being granted full unrestricted access to the radio demon's animalistic features managed to put Lucifer in a far better mood.
While Alastor would never fully vocalize his outward enjoyment of such soft intimacy with his partner, another part always wondered what the appeal was to the other party. Beyond poking fun at the attribute for making him—as some would dare say—'cute', what could possibly be the allure to touching them?
"Mon cher?" Alastor spoke up gently, almost startling the other who seemed wholly lost in his enjoyment with Alastor. Lucifer tensed in Alastor's equally mirrored hold, pulling his face away from the alluring fluff of deer ears to glance down where his partner had previously buried his face into Lucifer's clothed chest. "Might you humor a question of mine?" Alastor continued when he saw the angel's attention was captured, using an almost playful tone with his softly spoken voice.
"Of course," Lucifer seemed keen, curious as to what would prompt Alastor to interrupt their blissful quiet.
"What exactly about my ears are you so drawn to? I could hardly see why such a fuss should be made over them," Alastor questioned, either expecting a vague non-answer from Lucifer before he simply continued as he did before or on the worse end, Lucifer would see this as a gentle way to refuse further affection. The fallen angel blinked, looking between Alastor and his ears, flicking lightly in anticipation.
"What's not to love about soft fluffy ears? I get to cuddle you and pet something soft all in one," Lucifer chimed up, yet again rubbing his cheek against one of Alastor's ears.
"Am I a pet to you now?" Alastor's response perhaps came off a little more snide than he meant, but something irked him a bit about the phrasing in which Lucifer used.
"'Course not, it's just one of the many features I like about you," Lucifer pulled away again and scooted himself down to be a little more eye level with his partner, cupping the sides of Alastor's face. He leaned in to press his forehead against Alastor's, feeling the radio demon nestle a little closer into the contact. Something about the angel's touch on that spot soothed a volatile part of Alastor; perhaps it had something to do with the phantom scar that remained where he was shot dead in his previous life. "Oh! You know what?" Lucifer shot back, wide eyed and excited like he happened upon some sort of epiphany. Alastor's ears flattened at the sudden exclamation, staring baffled at his partner. "Maybe this would better explain it," With a quick snap of his fingers, a puff of pink smoke momentarily enveloped Lucifer, dissipating within mere moments. Alastor understood that was often preceded by some kind of transformation, but by all accounts Lucifer looked exactly the same.
Once Alastor's eyes fully scanned the other, he noticed one very glaring difference: deer ears. The king of Hell himself now had fluffy blonde deer ears, flicking playfully atop his head. Lucifer seemed a little too pleased with himself as he beamed at the other. "There, now we're even," Lucifer teased, leaning in again to nestle his cheek against Alastor's. The radio demon still needed a moment of processing what he was witnessing as he remained motionless, although a curious hand traveled down the small of the angel's clothed back, tentatively slipping past the waist of his pants and soon being met with a nub of wagging fluff at the base of Lucifer's spine. Without thinking, he gave it a tug as though questioning its validity. Lucifer yelped softly, tightening his hold around Alastor's neck but remained silent.
"Are you making fun of me, majesty?" Alastor almost growled out, trying to withhold his annoyance before Lucifer could plead his case.
"What? No! I thought it'd only be fair you get a chance to pet me, besides..." Lucifer pulled away, giving Alastor an almost sultry look, "I've always wanted to try this around you,"
"I haven't the slightest idea what you would have hoped to accomplish by doing this, but I suppose for the sake of equity, I shall indulge this strange... circumstance," Of course, Alastor wouldn’t say no to cuddling up to Lucifer, but this shift had left him hesitating. He tentatively brought up a hand to the back of Lucifer's head to comb through his blonde hair, somehow feeling softer than it had before or perhaps he was just imagining it. As he got higher, Lucifer's ears flicked, giving Alastor pause. He watched the movements carefully trying to gauge his partner's body language. Were his own ears also this active when touched? He could hardly tell whenever he slipped into a quiet doze in Lucifer's arms.
Alastor hated to admit there was a visual appeal to them that drew him in, but he wasn't about to admit the other was right. Before gracing that fluffy temptation with a touch, he opted to lean in and brush his cheek against the fur first, feeling as though a cloud had graced his skin. Perhaps Lucifer's—albeit fallen—divinity made his fur even softer than possible since Alastor finds it hard to believe a mere sinner like himself could actually conjure such a heavenly construct in hell. Alastor’s eyes slipped shut as he continued to lean into the top of Lucifer’s head, being mindful to not catch himself on-
“No antlers?” The radio demon questioned, though it was more like an observation than anything. Lucifer seemed oddly proud of himself at the notice.
“They get in the way of the full majesty of the ears,” Lucifer gloated, his ears perking up as he waved a hand to present said ‘majesty’, “I adore your cute little antlers, but I do find I need to be careful to not poke myself on them. No need to thank me,” The Devil mocked playfully, and in just about any other situation, Alastor would have been pissed that the words ‘cute’ and ‘little’ were used to describe any part of Alastor. He digressed though, his typical smile sharpening a little more when he knows he has a jab of his own towards his partner.
“You do know what that means,” Just to further cement the difference, Alastor pulled away from Lucifer’s ears to face him again, allowing his unassuming antlers to sprout further out for emphasis. “That makes you my sweet doe,” The demon brought a hand up, plucking Lucifer’s chin for his full unencumbered attention, giving him a look that hinted at something just a little more animalistic that Alastor usually lets himself tap into.
“Does it now?” Lucifer practically purred, only needed a moment to fully process what Alastor said and a moment more to rebuttal in a way that hopefully fed into the other’s deeply buried instinct, “And what does my big strong stag wish to do with me now?” There was a spark of something that Lucifer wished to feed into, having hoped deep down that maybe Alastor would have such a reaction and it would directly lead into something a little more physical. Whether it did was entirely up to Alastor, though Lucifer wouldn’t have been too hurt had it not in fact had the intended effect. Alastor was certainly able to read into what the other was alluding to, having gotten far better at Lucifer’s tells that he was early in their relationship. At least now if the angel was trying to proposition him, Alastor was able to properly give the offer some thought rather than be surprised when a few chaste kisses quickly turned into something far more carnal.
There was no denying that there was something that stirred deep in the radio demon at the lovely sight of his partner with matching deer features to his own, though he loathed to admit he had any sort of animalistic instincts that would drive that. An unfortunate down side to the demonic form he was given. He was sure Lucifer would actually be quite thrilled at the idea of Alastor simply letting himself go feral and ravage the angel, but that might just be a notion for another time, perhaps with a bit more forethought and mental preparation. Ultimately, the more ‘human’ part of his mind tamped down those strange inclinations, leading him to be more inquisitive than downright feral.
“Nothing more than tease you, cher. I’m simply amused by such a passive form from the all-powerful king of Hell,” Alastor leaned in to steal a chaste kiss, smirking down at his partner to allow Lucifer to make the next move. The angel seemed a bit stunned by the controlled response, blinking a moment as he took note of the languid way Alastor’s hand traveled from Lucifer’s chin to the hair that fell to the nape of his neck. His other hand still rested at the small of Lucifer’s back, just above the tail that now poked out from the waist of his pants, occasionally brushing his clawed fingers through the top most tufts of blonde fur.
“I suppose I’m allowed to be a little vulnerable with you. You probably get off at the idea of me being the submissive doe under you~” Lucifer flicked his serpentine tongue out as he continued to tease, pressing his body a little closer and wrapping his legs a little tighter around Alastor’s. Alastor only spared an exhaled chuckle, rolling his eyes briefly as Lucifer tried to egg him on in a way that quite often worked. Lucifer was right that the demon would find it thrilling to put the small monarch in his place, pinning him down on his chest so that he was left wordlessly moaning while they engaged in the most intimate of unions.
“I might just have to one day if you’re going to be so cocky about it,” ‘One day’ was very much the emphasis Lucifer needed to understand that that day was not today. He smiled at the clarification though, pleased that that was neither an outright revolted ‘no’ nor some sort of placating lie in order to assuage Lucifer’s current lustful spark. He was content to know Alastor was establishing his own boundary while considering his partner’s desires.
Alastor’s hand that listlessly petted the other’s hair, finally moved up to touch the newly added feature atop Lucifer’s head. Much like how Lucifer often did with Alastor’s, the radio demon pinched the outer edge of one of the soft ears between his thumb and pointer finger, rubbing gentle circles into the fur. Clearly Lucifer has far less control over the movements of the ears compared to the radio demon (or more likely didn’t care), with the other untouched ear twitching and folding back partially to signifying his enjoyment of the touch.
“So, Mr. I-don’t-see-the-appeal, you enjoying yourself?” Lucifer preened at his silent victor, considering no small feat to win against the radio demon, especially if he could get Alastor to admit he might have been wrong.
“I suppose there is something soothing about them,” Alastor concedes, downplaying his full enjoyment of them even if Lucifer can more than read between the lines, practically beaming up at his partner.
“See? Fluffy ears will always put someone in a better mood,” Lucifer smiled more sincerely, finding a lot of joy in sharing this with the other. It was one of those lovely scant moments that the two enjoyed each other’s company in full, unencumbered by stubbornness or pride. Alastor couldn’t help but relax his own constant grin into something softer, adoring the angel’s enthusiasm.
“So it would seem, explains why you’re always magnetized to them, though with this revelation couldn’t you simply find enjoyment in petting your own ears?” The redirect was more meant in jest than a legitimate dismissal of Lucifer’s enjoyment, and thankfully the angel understood with a snicker.
“If I wanted disembodied fluff to touch, I’d just get a blanket or something. Most of the appeal of your ears is that they come with a whole Alastor attached to them,” Lucifer’s hand, previously cupping the nape of the demon’s neck, slid up to trail fingers up one of the crimson ears until it brushed the tip before gently petting it back to fold it in a way Lucifer found adorable. It didn’t keep that position once Lucifer’s hand retreated, springing back up to match the other, and shifting inward in rapt attention.
“I see, I suppose then I am locked into being by your side in order for you to get some sense of enjoyment from my charming ears,” Alastor crooned, leaning in to rest his forehead against Lucifer’s, of which the angel readily matched as he nestled close with a pleased hum.
“That’s non-negotiable, Al,” Lucifer leaned in to meet their lips in a slow kiss, never becoming too deep, too desperate, simply lingering in the delicate warmth the two provided. The intimacy born of these soft gestures captivated the two in a way few other actions do. They parted with little ceremony, their breath gentle as they kept the closeness between them. Usually this would lull into a comfortable silence for them until they fell asleep, but Alastor still had a few more playfully teasing words for his partner before Lucifer can rest easy in his verbal victory.
“As this is a fair and equal partnership, it seems only proper that I too receive unfettered access to you and your attention in these moments together,” Alastor clarified in the tone that was more suited for times he was negotiating the terms of a deal rather than requested more cuddle time with his partner. The hand low on Lucifer’s back trailed up to the space between his shoulder blades, tracing the divots where his wings would be with memorized certainty despite still being clothed. Ah, so that was what the radio demon had in mind, hoping to be blessed by the sight of the angel’s wings more often. That was certainly a fair trade off in Lucifer’s eyes if it meant getting to pet his darling deer more often.
“Does that include the ears?” As he spoke, the ear still in Alastor’s hand flicked cutely, testing to see if Alastor would reach for it again. He in fact did, cupping the blonde deer ear a little more firmly as he narrowed his eyes at the Devil.
“You’re mockery of my deer features is in fact optional,” Alastor spoke with a little more annoyance but there was no real bite to the comment.
“You like it, admit it~” Lucifer shifted so that his ear nestled further into Alastor’s hand, not bothered at all by the threatening way in which Alastor tried to grip the sensitive addition. The radio demon relented, petting down the ear much like Lucifer did to his, though this time Lucifer kept them tucked, the angel’s coquettish grin pairing irresistibly with the blonde ears that fluffed up against his already soft hair.
“You do look quite… endearing with them, and I find myself minutely charmed by their—” Alastor paused at the word he knew he wanted to say. If he actually said they were ‘cute’, his partner would no doubt never let him live it down, as Lucifer had directly taken inspiration off Alastor’s features to conjure his own. Thus, by the transitive property, must also make Alastor’s ears just as cute and he would never allow himself the embarrassment of—albeit indirectly—admitting that.
“Cuteness?” Lucifer could tell that word hung at the tip of Alastor’s tongue, practically reading the frustration in the creases of his brow.
“Visage,” Alastor replied curtly, narrowing his eyes down at the king, but Lucifer was already humming his victory with the lilt of his voice.
“Sure, Al, sure,”
“Silence, go to sleep already,” Alastor wasn’t going to try to fight his partner on the matter, begrudgingly allowing Lucifer to claim his win as he simply changed the subject.
“Want me to keep them tonight?” Now Lucifer was just gloating, shifting more to tuck his head under Alastor’s chin, practically purring when Alastor made no motion of protest, adjusting himself to be more comfortable.
“Since you have already made an effort to summon them, there’s hardly any reason to dismiss them at this moment,” While Alastor spoke with little more than disinterest in his voice, the way his hand still mindlessly busied itself with one of the blonde temptations told another story. Lucifer practically had to bite his tongue to stop himself from teasing the other further, he’ll accept his victory with grace… mostly.
“Glad to hear it, ‘cause I wasn’t planning on putting them away,” The aforementioned ears flick again in delight and Lucifer had a feeling he was having a little too much fun with them. This might just become a habit for him.
“I trust you will have enough shame and decency to dismiss them when we are in professional company,” Alastor spoke flatly as he already closed his eyes, feeling himself relax into a state just hanging on sleep, figuring their discussion would be wrapping up soon.
“Aw, jealous the others will think I pull it off better?” Lucifer traced a finger along the edge of Alastor’s jaw to entice him into another exchange of quips. Alastor huffed quietly, cracking one of his eyes open again only to look at nothing in particular across the room.
“I’m more concerned they will begin to put the pieces together and—albeit correctly—assume we have some sort of clandestine relationship,” It was very matter-of-fact as Alastor’s energy and patience waned, and Lucifer processed that notion for a moment.
“Oooh, yea that’s a good point, if people didn’t think we’re fucking before that would be the dead ringer for sure,” Lucifer added crassly, but Alastor didn’t care to correct the phrasing. As uncouth as it was, that would be precisely what the residents of the hotel would assume, even if for lack of a better term it was true. Who either of them slept with was no one else’s business but their own.
“Indeed, so kindly refrain from this foolishness outside our bedrooms,” Alastor spoke softer, with only a hint of authority in it to be certain Lucifer heeded the warning properly.
“I’m sure the fact that you would also be the only person to see me like this doesn’t play a factor in this either?” Lucifer hummed playfully, nudging his head up softly to both press his ears further against Alastor and to keep his attention as he drifted off.
“A minor passing thought, and perhaps a convenient additional boon to the secrecy,” Alastor chuckled softly, vaguely admitting his desire to keep his partner’s temporary new features under wraps in order to fully monopolize them. He moved his head to the side to feel the unbearable softness against his cheek again, finding himself almost completely lost to the motion of it in his tiredness.
“You’re so cute when you're possessive, dear,” Lucifer broke the lull of sleep Alastor was just slipping into, piquing his annoyance just enough that he repositioned his chin atop Lucifer’s head to not feed into the angel’s mockery.
“Try not to test my patience, cher, lest I change my mind about our proximity in bed tonight,” Alastor mirrored the pet name with a little more venom, hoping to finally silence his partners incessant teasing. Although with how intertwined they were, Alastor doubted anything Lucifer would say at this point could separate them that night but the other still took the threat under consideration.
“Alright, Al, good night,” Lucifer seemed unbothered as he nestled all the closer to his partner, his ears twitching softly as he settled fully into sleep, the sides of them occasionally brushing against Alastor’s cheek. Alastor smiled, really smiled, as he closed his eyes as well, petting his partner's hair mindlessly.
“Good night, mon ange,”