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"Yeah, exactly like a rut. It was part of my punishment. If I wanted to live among the animals, I should be forced to behave like one. It's only every hundred years now because I've lived so long."
"Doesn't seem too horrible," Alastor said slowly, reaching his hand out to run it seductively over Lucifer's engorged groin. The fallen angel hissed at the overwhelming sensation, and desperately rutted into his hand for a moment before managing to calm down. With his movement, a few more feathers dislodged themselves from his wings, gracefully floating to the floor.
"It's not totally on me yet," Lucifer said begrudgingly. "I'll be insatiable when it does. I'll be molting all over the damn place, too, and I know how much you hate when I leave a mess." He laughed awkwardly at his own joke, even though it had fallen as flat as those feathers.
"Only when you don't clean up after yourself," Alastor said reassuringly, before pulling his lover into a sweet kiss, promising his help without words. He felt a shiver go through the smaller body, before he was suddenly pinned to the bed.
"Fuck, you just had to go and tempt me like that," Lucifer scolded the stag beneath him, already grinding against him.