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Alastor had never seen a cock before.
Naturally, he had an idea, thanks to biology books his Maman acquired to ensure her baby was well-educated.
And while in life he wished he had one, wondering how it would feel to have it equipped instead of his standard genitalia, he also pondered whether it would feel uncomfortable, like an additional mass between his legs that would get in the way of his daily life.
Not that he cared much either, because it wasn't like anyone looked beneath his pants. Or anyone who did, well, died trying.
In Hell, however, after manifesting with his promised powers (unfortunately still in the body he was doomed with, with the only difference being fur and other characteristics of a doe or what could be better described as a fawn with all those spots), it was a wonder to be met with a sight of male genitalia anywhere one went daily. Whether it was a public orgy, another billboard advertising porn or sex shops that displayed numerous variants of fake silicone dicks and whatnots (the deer never really paid attention) it was still far from what he imagined a human anatomically correct dick would look like.
Except for that one time when he saw what could only be described as the most human-looking penis he had the grace - Ha! - of seeing. Its head was exposed- looking clean-cut, with a long smooth shaft before the base turned into what could probably be described as cut in half balls turned standee. It was clearly made to appeal to a client’s eye.
The doe briefly wondered whether this thing was supposed to bring back any semblance of normalcy to anyone who used it.
And based on that toy, he assumed what most dick’s looked like was that- clean and exposed.
So imagine his surprise when he was made to kneel before the King that undoubtedly has been courting him for some time now - sitting him face to face with his throbbing and proudly standing cock.
It wasn't cut like the fake dick he saw on display. The leaking head was halfway covered by a thin layer of skin that stretched over it, pulled taut- shifting with each pulse that pushed more pre to trickle down the length of the pale cock. It was quite huge too- making Alastor swallow at the throb he felt between his legs- wondering how it would fit in him.
He felt compelled to touch - his hand already reaching out despite the nervousness gnawing at the back of his mind.
Curiosity won.
Hovering his open palm next to it, his red doe eyes blinked widely up at said King, who only breathed an encouragement and let his sin-burnt hand caress down the curve of his ear.
It was all Alastor needed to wrap his hand around it, shyly at first, unsure- before his touch grew more explorative.
The prick fit nicely in his palm, the texture smooth and silky like a proper organ should be, and yet as hard as a rod, hot to the touch.
It pulsed in his grip, making him gasp in startlement and at how his own arousal grew at this.
Lucifer let him touch and learn, never rushing his pace- only sighing softly in pleasure at the touches and squeezes.
Alastor focused on learning.
Wrapping his fingers around the girth of it more confidently, he pulled down and watched with fascination how the movement exposed the soft and pillow-y head fully, ignoring the King's choke and jerk completely.
The doe stroked upward and watched as the head disappeared fully now, before slowly repeating the motion- up, down, up and down.
Alastor felt and saw from his periphery how his King trembled, claws briefly digging into his scalp before relaxing with a shaky breath.
“Alastor- baby.. mm..”
The doe blinked out of his trance and looked up to his King, who had his heavy gaze on him already - his mouth agape, face flushed and strained.
“Sweet doe..~ so eager to learn. Come here, baby...” A hand caressed down his cheeks before grasping at his chin and tugging his face closer to the gold-flushed dick, making Alastor squeak and warm with a blush at the proximity. The musky scent was stronger up close and it positively messed with his head - already dizzy and overwhelmed but oh so eager.
“Gather saliva in your mouth- don’t swallow now.”
The Fallen’s voice was soft and soothing, even when that same hand travelled down to grip his throat in a warning to obey. Alastor obeyed regardless and let saliva fill his mouth. After a moment, his King seemed to be done waiting- cupping his jaw next to press his thumb and forefinger at its hinges. The doe allowed it without a fight, letting his jaw fall open.
“Good boy.., roll your tongue out- yesss~”
Letting it pool from the tip of his tongue, Alastor watched as it fell, moaning in unison with Lucifer’s hiss when cool saliva hit the head of the flushed cock that almost immediately jumped in his grip. The sinner panted, puffs of hot air misting in the air, relishing in the sheen of it- how it pooled down, down- making him want to chase it down to the root with his tongue.
Subconsciously, he pumped his fist up and rotated his wrist with the downward stroke to spread his saliva all over the full member, earning himself a rumble of approval from above.
“There you go, sweetness.. Now,”
Same hand guided him down, closer yet to the cock before abandoning his jaw to bury and run through the roseratte strands of his hair, making the doe twitch whenever his claws grazed the underside of his pliant ears.
“Saliva might dry quickly.. wetting it makes the friction much better- haah.., good doe~”
Alastor took note of that and made sure to remember as he resumed his slow strokes, listening keenly to Lucifer’s breaths and sighs of pleasure, noting that whenever he swiped his thumb over the mushroomy head, he received a hitch in Lucifer’s breathing, sometimes accompanied by a small groan.
Small huffs of enjoyment came from himself as he watched, entranced by how that skin stretched over the head before pulling it down and exposing it, the sight unbelievably arousing, his small tail fluttering in a wag. A thought crept into the back of his head that slowly turned into a blazing need the longer he watched- the longer he played.
Saliva steadily pooled into his mouth, and he couldn’t resist that gnawing need any longer, not when that soft-looking head was exposed again. Without letting himself think back on the decision, he surged forward to wrap his lips around it- sucking it right into his mouth with eagerness and a loud slurp that rewarded him with a startled moan followed by a hiss.
Cushioning the underside with his tongue, he moaned at the taste that bloomed on his palate straight from the source, making him crave more. Keeping the skin pulled down and out of the way, he suckles and slurps at the head like an eager little whore- fascinated by the plushness and squishiness of it. His ears twitch at the sounds he earns- on guard for any cues that he did something unwarranted, but all he hears are praises and sounds that indicate all he is doing is bringing his lover pleasure.
So he keeps at it.
He isn’t aware when he closes his eyes as he suckles away on the cockhead or when his hips gyrate over nothing, only being made aware of it when a thumb peels his eyelid open with a coo- forcing him to focus his eye again from where it had been comfortably rolled back into his head.
“Aw, baby..”
The doe squeaked in aroused shock when a calf was forced between his thighs and pressed to his soaked cunt, moaning around the head when his hips bucked into it without much thought.
“You enjoy sucking on my cock that much..? So wet..”
The Devil’s voice rumbled like the sweetest melody, and it made Alastor whimper pathetically in embarrassment at how true the statement was. The great Radio Demon was soaking wet just from sucking cock and- he was no better than Angel, was he?
The blonde above him only cooed some more, brushing his bangs back, and the doe could only purr at the soothing gesture. He could feel the vibrations tingle in the muscle of his tongue, and he wasn’t aware how pleasurable that could have been to his King- only startling with a gag when suddenly half of the length was buried in his mouth, the head hitting the back of his throat. He sputtered and pushed at Lucifer’s hips, who hurriedly apologised and shushed him- hips easing back down onto the mattress.
“Ngh-”
“Shhh.. I’m sorry, baby, sorry.. Here... there you go- mmmffffuck..~ Ease back down, just like that.”
It didn’t work to discourage Alastor, not when he dove back down to suckle upon that head again, his recovery quick. He was only so happy that he pleased his King to the point where he lost control, cutting Lucifer’s apologies short. He slowly worked his hand over the bottom portion of his cock, holding it in place while he slowly worked his head down and up again, followed by experimental licks and suckles- turning the King above into a breathy mess.
The doe solely focused on sucking on Lucifer’s cock, exploring the texture and how it felt in his mouth- all other thoughts dispersing. The only thing they left behind was a soft buzz that slowly but surely overtook his mind.
When he was met with the sensation of the tip prodding at the back of his throat, he let himself breathe through his nose- the movement more instinctual than anything before he swallowed around the length and soon forced the rest of that thick length inside with a filthy moan.
“Oh, shit, Al-”
The force of it burned the tissue in its wake, stretching his maw and making tears prickle at the corner of his eyes. And yet with a small whine and a couple of swallows, he settled- melting at the delightful weight pressing down on his tongue that made him drool freely around the root of the throbbing deep in his throat cock.
Desperate and breathless praises resounded above him, but he wasn’t sure what was said- head pleasantly hazy and buzzy, only focusing on the sensation that the petting and fulfillment brought him.
Because deep in his mind, he felt complete like this- his throat stuffed to the brim, only able to suckle and swallow- each second making him drowsier, and he knew he could fall asleep like this- his nose stuffed into curling pubes only dizzying up his senses further with the Devil’s musky scent.
He wasn’t sure where he was or why he was- what mattered was who was with him and that he was good for his partner and that he felt good.
“Perfect.”
He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like this, but eventually a purr started rumbling deep from the back of his throat- all sleepy and content in his perfect place- that might as well have been what eventually ended this.
“ Ah- Fuck..!!”
The cry above him was sudden and loud against the quiet that settled over them, the grip on his hair tightening to an almost painful degree. Alastor choked before he could even grasp what was happening- those hips slamming up into his face, pushing that fat cock deeper repeatedly before it eventually stilled, lodged deep in his throat. It pulsed and twitched- feeding the deer holy cum.
He swallowed and sputtered, some of it dribbling from the corner of his mouth- squeezing his eyes shut while tears freely trickled down his cheeks. The sinner choked on a weak little sound of his own as that calf he had long forgotten about (unaware how he kept sloppily grinding against it) bounced him on it, causing his clit to bump and rub against it with such a suddenness that his mind simply whited out.
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When he came to, his first thought was how warm and comfortable he was. He was wrapped in something fuzzy- pressed against something firm but breathing, and what could only be arms holding him close in a firm but protective grip. There were hands in his hair, cradling the back of his head and scratching at the base of his ears, which soon began to twitch- showing signs of him resurfacing back from wherever he went. He wasn’t sure- this was a first for him.
A first for him in its entirety, and another thought sobered up his mind just slightly.
Did.. did they do it..?
He couldn’t remember anything other than choking on- on Lucifer’s manhood before he-
Panic gripped his sluggish mind because he lacked the memory of their evening coming to fruition, and Lucifer must have sensed his panic because suddenly, there were kisses pressed against his forehead before a hand was gently tugging at his hair to tilt his face up- soon to be peppered in similar affections.
“Hey- Hey, there you are shh…”
A shuddering breath tore from him before he realized he was shivering, opening his mouth to argue he was fine, but the only thing that left him next was a quiet whimper. He pressed his ears tight to his skull because this was pathetic, and yet he couldn’t stop and-
“Breathe… breathe, baby. You’re okay, shhh.” The warm tone should have been degrading, yet it still soothed him. The petting to his ears and the hold that put pressure all around him helped calm him down and bring him back further.
Sniffling, he hadn’t realized when he began to cry, no matter how quickly calloused fingers wiped at his under eyes to press soft kisses there too. Those gestures were way too soft; it should have revolted him.
Yet, all he could do was melt with a shaky breath.
“Did- did we..?”
It was hard to come up with anything resembling a sentence, his tail pressing tight to his bum from confusion and humiliation- his feelings still trying to fight the fuzzy feeling of being taken care of.
“Have sex? Well, technically.. technically yes..?”
His face must have been worried because Lucifer was quick to explain.
“I didn’t penetrate you! You were just so pretty, having fallen into subspace, coming all over my leg.”
Alastor flushed and squeaked in embarrassment at the crude words that made him remember how he essentially rutted like a bitch in heat against Lucifer’s leg, all from sucking- ugh! He wanted to push that smug face away before he realized his body was very much stuck in the softest blanket he had ever felt.
Was he rolled into it?
He wasn’t a baby!
And yet he was so, so comfortable and warm…
But then the doubt started to creep into his mind once more and-
“M’ sorry..” His words were quiet and still somewhat slurred, blurted out so suddenly that he saw Lucifer’s face turn from smug to startled in a matter of seconds and- god why was he so sensitive?
Tears prickled his eyes again because he ruined it all, hadn’t he? He had gone and passed out on Lucifer, and now he will leave him because-
“You were beautiful, silly deer. Don’t be sorry.”
But he wasn’t left; instead, he felt lips brush his own, and Alastor could only respond with a shuddering sigh as he let himself be held and pampered when the reassuring kisses were once more pressed to his eyes and forehead.
“My perfect doe..”
With time, he gradually calmed, soaking up more of that warmth and security- tail giving a faint and approving wag. Silence once more filled the space around them. It didn’t feel suffocating or awkward, it was comfortable, just being held by his King and.. after his panic, he felt more than exhausted despite his throat feeling like it had been sandpapered. It took a few more minutes before the silence was breached again- rousing Alastor from what must have been a doze.
“I think you might want some water, huh..?”
“No shit.”