If Angel had thought that Lucifer reacting positively to his flirtations had been exciting, having the man in his bedroom almost had him at a loss.

After nudging Fat Nuggets into Husk’s room for the night and making sure his own wasn’t too messy, he’d let Lucifer inside. If he didn’t know he was completely sober aside from one single cocktail he’d think he was tripping. But there were no drugs in his system right now, hadn’t been for a while.

Lucifer was curiously looking at a pair of panties made of candy still in its wrapping, clearly not quite following what it was supposed to be in their current state, though surely if he unwrapped them and demonstrated- wait, would Lucifer be into that? What was he even into? Before they were introduced, he’d 100% expected the King of Hell to be dominant, considering his title and status. But he’d also seen paintings of his former wife, and not to be presumptuous, but she looked like she could easily star in the role of a dominatrix  in a porno. And Lucifer did seem awfully fun to tease…

It was a bit of an unusual thing for him not to know where to start in a sexual situation. The romance part had been a bit of a journey to figure out with Husk, especially since Husk hadn’t wanted to jump straight into bed, but once they did, they had figured things out fairly quickly.

He’d slept with a lot of powerful people, but Lucifer was on a level all on his own, quite literally. He was probably the strongest being in all of hell, could wipe the floor with pretty much anyone he wanted, even with a large number of Heaven’s angels. Probably most of them if his fight with Adam was any indication. But he had also demonstrated how kind he could be, something he wouldn’t have expected out of someone so powerful. There was a quote about power and corruption that he couldn’t quite remember as his eyes trailed Lucifer's figure where he was standing only a a few meters away.

The thought vanished from his head as Lucifer turned around, hands empty after putting the candy underwear down. “Now, Angel, before we do anything I want to make sure, are you sure you want to do this?”

Angel felt a flirtatious response resting at the tip of his tongue, but he held it back. Looking into Lucifer’s eyes, he could see a sincerity that frankly made him a little flustered. He wanted to make sure Angel was doing this because he truly wanted to.

“Absolutely I do.”

Lucifer smiled, running his fingers along the choker around Angel’s neck. “Okay. What role do you prefer?”

He couldn’t help but lean forward, head tilted up to where Lucifer was standing between his legs. “Any role ya’d like, darlin’.”

“And I’d like you to decide, Angel.”

Did Lucifer know how rare it was for someone to even let him be the one to decide? How did he get to bed not one, but two men who’d be so willing to give him what he wanted like this? Though for all he knew, this would be the only encounter like this he’d ever have with Lucifer. His mind raced with so many thoughts of what he wanted to do that one night alone could never cover.

There was one thing that kept repeating right this moment, however.

One of his hands came to rest on Lucifer’s chest, his fingers curling to grip the V of his vest to pull him down toward him, close enough to whisper into his ear. “I want to fuck ya so hard ya can’t even walk when I’m done with ya.”

 

Angel pulled back enough for Lucifer to process the words. And oh boy, was the moment he did fantastic. The shade of golden across his cheeks almost made him glow, but the accompanying smirk on his lips made him glad he was already sitting down. It made him weak in the knees, and way hornier than he would have expected from just a look.

“I like the sound of that.” Angel’s eyes trailed Lucifer’s every move as he undid his tie and unbuttoned his vest. “I only have one boundary,” he continued, holding up a finger. “Don’t call me ‘daddy’. I’ve heard you use that on others, but that one’s not for me.”

Angel raised his eyebrow at him. “That’s yer only one?”

“Well, I should add no angelic weaponry unless it’s been previously discussed either, so I suppose there’s two.”

“Two’s still a lot less than I’d expect from someone not in my line’a work, but I’m definitely not compainin’.” 

“Is it?” Lucifer looked like he was thinking it over as he unbuttoned his shirt. “What about you? Any boundaries?”

“Not really.” Angel shrugged, but after a moment he slowly continued. “I… don’t like getting hit. Well, I like spankin’ and some smackin’ but not, ya know, outright hittin’.”

“Those are very different things, I agree. I’ll remember that for the future, if you ever want to do this again.” Did he ever? He was inclined to say of course he would want to do this again, but they hadn’t even gotten started on their first time together yet, so could he really say that? What if Lucifer was terrible in bed? He highly doubted that though, he had slept with both of Adam’s wives after all, and Lilith had stayed with him for several millennia. If it had been absolutely dreadful he doubted she’d have stayed that long.

So for now, he could say this; “We’re just gonna have to find out how good ya are, then, huh?”

The light filtering in through the window bathed them in red as Lucifer reached out for him, hand trailing down Angel’s chest, down, down until his claws rested above the front of his shorts. “May I suck your dick before we get to that though, if that’s alright with you?”

Though the polite way of asking almost made him giggle, Angel held it back, nodding, the wide smile on his face still making his amusement obvious. “Hell yeah, ya may.”

 

Lucifer seemed to consider his actions for a moment, before asking Angel to move further onto the bed. He already seemed to have realised that the bed might be a tad bit too tall for him to do what he wanted to comfortably. Angel slid over to the pillows, landing on his back as a firm but gentle hand pushed against his chest.

Propping himself up on his elbows, he watched as Lucifer pulled his cock free, the temperature of the air warm enough to not make him shudder. What did make a shiver run down his spine however was Lucifer’s soft lips closing around the tip of his cock, sucking gently. Lucifer glanced up at him, and he could practically feel the smirk on his lips as that long forked tongue wrapped around him, squeezing even as it moved along the length of his cock. Damn, he had no idea just how long that tongue was, but it felt like it went on forever.

Angel threw his head back as he felt Lucifer swallow his entire cock in one swift lowering of the head. How did he have enough room in his throat to do that? Angel’s dick was by no means the biggest one in Pentagram City, but it was certainly long, and he knew from experience how it took some getting used to taking dicks of that length before it was second nature. And Lucifer did it just like that, until he could feel his nose press against the fur of his groin. And then he started moving, not once pulling back far enough that he left his throat.

It felt amazing. Did he not need to breathe? Angel could deepthroat for a long time, but holy shit, this had to be a record. Was that something you could submit to whatever ripoff Hell had of the Guinness Book of Records? Because he totally should.

Two of Angel’s hands grabbed Lucifer by the hair, struggling not to push his face down as his hips jerked, another hand grabbing one of his pillows, the last the blankets underneath them as he groaned, coming down Lucifer’s throat.

The orgasm left him gasping, and he let go of Lucifer’s hair again, watching his bruised lips as he pulled himself off Angel’s cock with a gentle pop. There was a crooked smirk on his face as he licked his lips. “You like that?”

Angel could only nod as he sat up, gathering himself for a moment. “Holy shit, that’s the best head I think I’ve ever had.”

Lucifer looked extremely satisfied where he sat on his knees between Angel’s legs. “I’m glad, I’m a bit rusty.”

“If that’s ya bein’ rusty I really wanna know what yer A-game’s like.”

That made Lucifer laugh, and he hid his mouth behind his hand. “Maybe in due time you’ll find out about it.”

Angel’s chest felt tingly, and it made him return the dopey smile he knew Lucifer was hiding. “Can’t wait.”

 

Shimmying out of his shorts, he tossed them to the floor, letting his blazer and bowtie follow soon behind. He was left in nothing but his boots and choker, leaning back where he was propped up on his top set of hands against the mattress. With one of his free hands, he ran his claws along Lucifer’s stomach, up to his chest. He pushed his open shirt to the side, leaning forward until his lips met smooth white skin.

He could feel Lucifer’s shudder as he wrapped his two bottom arms around him, pulling him flush against him, lifting him off the bed so only the toes of his boots were touching the mattress. With one of his top hands he pulled the shirt off, letting it join his own clothes on the floor.

Slowly he ran that same hand further down, until it was cupping his ass through his trousers. He’d already been thinking it since the first time he saw him from behind without his coat on, but he really had a nice ass. He squeezed it tight, drawing a startled noise from Lucifer, but then he felt hands in his hair.

He met Lucifer’s eyes. “May I kiss you?” Lucifer asked, his voice almost a whisper.

Angel nodded. “Yeah.” He didn’t have to wait long for Lucifer’s lips to meet his. He parted his lips, tongue brushing against Lucifer’s, mirroring the movement of his own. His tongue was hot against his, and it felt like a loss when the kiss ended so they could shed the rest of Lucifer’s clothing.

Finally, Lucifer was completely naked before him, and he couldn’t help but marvel at the sight. His skin was mostly snow white, except for his blackened arms and feet, the transition from black to white coming through a pattern like pottery put together with gold that glowed as bright as the blood that angels bled. It spread like the roots of a tree across his shoulders, toward his collarbones. Glowing gold spread like thunder in the sky along his calves. He could see the tail end of the same brilliant glow spreading across his back, up over his shoulders.

When he didn’t say anything, Lucifer started to squirm, raising his hands to cover the golden trails on his arms. “I know it looks bad-”

“You’re so pretty,” Angel interrupted, unable to help himself. He ran his hands, all four of them, across Lucifer’s body. Along his arms, his chest, his stomach, his thighs. “So cute.”

 

Lucifer shuddered, face beautifully golden at the touch. His expression made Angel grin. “What, ya gettin’ shy on me now?”

“I just… it’s been a while since I was called that. People don’t usually call the King of Hell ‘pretty’, much less ‘cute’. Except for you.” He looked a bit flustered to admit it, but Angel could tell that the words had made him happy.

Delighted, Angel looked up at him from where he held him in his arms, sharp teeth reflecting the red moonlight. “I’ll call you either as much as ya’d like.” He ran his hand along Lucifer’s spine. “I’ll make ya forget all ‘bout being king for a night if ya’d let me.”

He leaned forward, tongue finally getting a taste of his skin, right at the nape of his neck. “Ya into biting?” he asked, and he let out a pleased sound as he could feel Lucifer nod.

“Just keep it below the collar.”

 

With that as his go-ahead, Angel’s teeth dug into soft white and golden skin, and he could feel it want to give way from the sharpness of them, but somehow his skin didn’t break. That was a first. With teeth as sharp as those a lot of those living in Hell possessed, it was more rare not to spill blood when biting. It must have something to do with him being an angel.

He bit and licked his way down Lucifer’s shoulder, taking in every hitch of his breath as his teeth sunk into him. His tongue lapped at the marks he left behind, soothing the skin.

With two of his arms tightly wrapped around him, the hand on another found his bottle of lube at the nightstand without him even having to look. He uncapped it, squeezing some of it onto the fingers on his fourth hand. Spreading it all over them, he moved his hand to seek out Lucifer’s ass, index finger carefully pushing inside.

The noise Lucifer made was tiny, but with his mouth so close to Angel’s ear he could still hear it perfectly. He pushed in further, until his long finger was fully inside of him. For a moment he paused there, before moving it, curling it in a way he hoped worked just as well on angels as it did on sinners. When Lucifer’s back arched, he knew that angels were even more similar in anatomy than he’d ever known.

Soon, a second finger followed, then a third, as he stretched him in preparation. He took his time, heart beating loudly in his chest as he watched Lucifer go from fairly composed (all things considered) to a blushing mess. When he withdrew his fingers it didn’t take long to position himself after rolling on a condom (having so many hands made multitasking easy), Lucifer spreading his legs further to make it even easier.

Slowly, he lowered Lucifer onto his cock, and by the time he was fully inside, Lucifer was panting, forehead pressed against Angel’s sternum. “Ya good, sweetcheeks?”

Lucifer nodded against his chest, before lifting his face to look at him. “Yes, it’s just been a while since, well. Anything, really.”

“Ya changed your mind about letting me fuck ya stupid?”

“Absolutely not.” Lucifer moved his hands to rest on Angel’s shoulders, wrapping his legs around him to pull him closer. He could feel his cock get even deeper inside of him, drawing out a quiet groan. “Just give me a minute to get used to you and you can use me however you want after.”

Angel grinned, one of his hands cupping Lucifer’s chin. “Sounds like a deal to me,” he said as he leaned down to kiss him again, Lucifer’s hands sliding from his shoulders to his cheeks, eyes slipping closed. For a while they stayed like that, the only sound in the room that of them kissing, until Lucifer broke their lips apart.

“Ya ready?” Angel asked, Lucifer nodding.

 

Angel's hands took a firm hold around Lucifer’s narrow waist, thumbs rubbing against his stomach for a few seconds before he lifted him almost all the way off his dick. For a moment he held him there, before pulling him down, hard and fast. Lucifer yelped, but when Angel checked in with him, his only response was ‘do that again’ .

He couldn’t be happier to oblige, hips snapping to meet the movement to push him even deeper each time. He revelled in every little sound of pleasure Lucifer made, his own mouth falling open as he fucked into him, moans of his own accompanying Lucifer’s.

Leaning forward, his hands kept Lucifer practically suspended in the air. Angel moved a hand to support his back, two still at his waist. His last hand supported his and Lucifer’s weight against the mattress. Lucifer’s ankles hooked against his shoulders as he fucked him, his hands gripping his face to pull him into a rough kiss, both of them gasping into it as Angel’s pace grew quicker.

Lucifer moaned into Angel’s mouth, a groaned ‘fuck’ escaped him. Angel felt a smack against his thigh, before something wrapped around it. When he glanced down he saw Lucifer’s tail wrapped tightly around his leg. The smirk on his face was all teeth as he looked into Lucifer’s barely open eyes.

He leaned even further forward until Lucifer’s shoulders pressed against the mattress. The hand on his back moved down to the base of his tail, stroking the somewhat coarse fur. Lucifer shuddered, knees trying to bend but held straight by how much taller Angel was. “Ah shit shit, fuck, Angel, I-”

With a final thrust, accompanied with the fondling of his tail, Lucifer came with the sound of something tearing. When Angel looked up he saw Lucifer’s horns stabbing into his mattress.

“Damn, baby, you’re really comin’ undone for me, aren’t ya?”

“Not yet-” Lucifer breathed. “Continue- I- keep… fucking me.”

And who was he to say no to that?

 

He picked up his pace again, summoning his third set of arms, one of them moving to Lucifer’s cock, stroking it. By the noises he let out, by just how many of them there were, he could tell Lucifer was even more sensitive to his touches than when they started.

He grew hard again immediately. Did angels not have a refractory period? God, the things he could do with that if he got the chance.

Lucifer’s legs moved until his heels were pressed against Angel’s ass, pressing himself closer in time with Angel’s thrusts. Angel was good at making himself wait to cum, but by all the Rings in Hell, it was getting difficult to do so right now.

Angel raised himself so he could look at Lucifer more properly, lifting Lucifer a little off the mattress even as he tried to keep him down. He looked amazing, flushed all over and cum staining his chest and stomach. Who knew that angel cum could glow just as brightly as their blood did?

He ran a hand across Lucifer’s stomach, fingers wiping at the cum. With Lucifer’s eyes on him, he licked it off his fingers. Angel could see the glow of Lucifer’s red cheeks grow even brighter in colour.

Keeping it in his mouth, he leaned forward, capturing Lucifer’s lips. Lucifer’s arms wrapped around his shoulders as cum mixed with saliva. His hips snapped at a harsh pace as they kissed, his back at an awkward angle to be able to kiss him at the same time, but he couldn’t care less. Not with how delightful the look in Lucifer’s eyes was as he met them once the kiss finally ended.

He could tell that Lucifer was close again by the cursing picking up once more. He leaned down to bite into Lucifer’s shoulder, hard, still not breaking skin. As he did, he felt himself almost fly backwards at the sudden burst of feathers as Lucifer’s wings could no longer be held inside.

“Ah, fuck, sorry,” Lucifer apologised, clearly a bit flustered. “I didn’t… realise it would happen quite- yet.”

“I don’t mind,” came Angel’s reply, running a finger along the top of one of the wings. In fact, it was probably a good thing that his wings had lifted him off the mattress, as the ball of fire between Lucifer’s horns he’d seen during the last Extermination had now joined them. He wasn’t sure if the flame would light his mattress on fire.

Back to his original position of Lucifer in his lap, his additional set of arms ran all along Lucifer’s body as his thrusting paused, hands teasing, delaying the orgasm he knew was coming. “Come as undone as ya’d like, sweetcheeks. I won’t judge ya.”

“Fuck, I don’t- please, Angel-”

“Please what, Lucifer?”

Lucifer’s claws dug into his back, spilling tiny drops of blood. He was clearly holding himself back, even as his arms shivered like leaves about to fall off the tree. He was sure Lucifer’s claws could do some real damage to his back if he wanted to. “Don’t stop moving,” he nearly begged. “I’m so- I’m so fucking close, please-”

“Anythin’ you want, baby,” Angel spoke into his ear, making Lucifer shudder. With his extra set of hands, the pace he set was merciless, harsh and fast to the point where the only thing keeping Lucifer from falling over were all the hands on his body.

 

His entire body shaking. Lucifer couldn’t stop making noises, every single one so delicious that Angel wanted to revel in them forever.

Lucifer’s second orgasm made his eyes grow, scleras such a bright red it could rival the shade of the blood he knew was staining the white fur on his back.

Angel didn’t stop, taking full advantage of Lucifer’s sensitive body instantly responding to every single touch. Every noise Lucifer made was louder than before, his orgasms coming in even quicker succession.

He kept fucking into him like that, over and over, until he felt the muscles in his legs burning from the strain. As Lucifer screamed into his sixth orgasm, Angel finally allowed himself to come, unable to hold back even a second longer. He pulled Lucifer close as he felt the waves of pleasure wash over him.

For a moment they stayed like that, neither moving except for their heaving chests, gasping from the remnants of their ecstasy. Then, Angel lifted Lucifer off his softening cock, tossing the tied condom into the bin.

When Lucifer dropped down against the mattress, the sheets didn’t catch fire from the flame above his head, answering that question for Angel. Lucifer’s hand found the tears in his sheets that his horns had left, fingers finding the holes in the mattress soon after. “Sorry about that,” he said, looking sheepish. “I’ll replace them.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Angel hummed as he ran his hand along Lucifer’s cum stained stomach.

Something tickled his leg as Lucifer shifted, his cock already reacting to the stimulation, even thought Angel wasn’t even touching it. Angel continued, his movements now slow, leisurely as he glanced down toward Lucifer’s feet.

 

He blinked in surprise.

 

“Hooves?”

He didn’t catch sight of those the last time he saw Lucifer’s demon form.

“Oh, right, yes, they don’t really come out most of the time. Not unless I’m really comfortable.”

Something squeezed around Angel’s heart, something that made butterflies flutter in the pit of his stomach simultaneously.

One of his hands ran down the length of Lucifer’s leg, until it reached the hair right above the hoof. Lucifer allowed him to lift it to inspect closer, eyes almost slipping shut as Angel continued his touches to his cock, back arching, fingers twisting into the sheets beneath him.

The hoof was cloven, the black surface smoother than that of any other hooves he’d ever seen. Black fur faded into nothing into his blackened skin as it moved upward. It had the same slightly coarse texture as the fur of his tail, feeling nice against his fingers.

“They’re pretty,” he said, claws running through the feathering. “They suit you.”

Lucifer had the audacity to look absolutely bashful at that, hiding his face in his hands, but Angel only moved them out of the way. He tipped Lucifer’s head up with a finger against his chin, his lips meeting Lucifer’s.

 

The kiss was much more gentle than the others they had shared, Angel soon dropping down to lie next to Lucifer, kissing him over and over, loving the taste of his lips. The hand on Lucifer’s cock never stopped moving, slow and firm strokes sending him closer and closer to the edge.

When he watched Lucifer come this time he couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of him. Lucifer’s eyes closed, and when they opened again they were a dark red, looking like he held entire galaxies in them. It felt cheesy to have such a thought, even though he meant it more in the literal sense than the metaphorical.

He’d never seen something so erotic before in his life and afterlife combined. No scene Valentino could come up with could ever top this. It felt a bit ridiculous to think, considering he’d done a lot more kinky shit in all his years as a porn star, but the sight of Lucifer completely undone by his hands, vulnerable and all for his eyes only… it felt special. He felt greedy for having him like this, losing enough control that he lost his usual appearance. But for once he didn’t feel a shred of guilt for his greed, not a single ounce.

Angel watched the stars in Lucifer’s eyes fade as he came back from the high of his seventh orgasm in such a short time, scleras fading back to their usual yellow. Lucifer scratched his cheek as he met Angel’s eyes, a slightly awkward smile on his face. “You made me come so many times, I feel a bit bad not making it even.”

“Baby, have ya never heard of a refractory period? I couldn’t come right now even if I wanted to.”

Lucifer’s eyebrows knitted together, clearly digging around in his brain to figure out what Angel was talking about. “I don’t think I’ve heard the term before, no. Why wouldn’t you be able to come?”

“For a while after comin’ humans can’t come again for a bit. Well, people with dicks anyway, I dunno much ‘bout vaginas.”

“Huh.” Lucifer sat up, looking down at where Angel was lying on his side next to him. He crossed his legs, resting one of his hands where they crossed in front of him. Angel couldn’t help but notice that even though his horns and wings had retracted, his tail and hooves remained.

 Lucifer’s other hand reached out to gently brush through Angel’s hair, carefully undoing a small knot in it. It felt nice.

“I don’t think it applied to Lilith. Nor Eve, but we did only fuck once, so I suppose it still could’ve. Or it’s something that came later.”

“Well you ,” Angel booped Lucifer on the nose with a finger, making him sputter, “certainly don’t have one. And I know ways we can play around with that, if ya want to.”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

 

With a smile, Angel stretched his arms over his head, making his back pop. “I dunno ‘bout you, but I feel like takin’ a bath. Wanna join me?”

“I’d love to.”

Lucifer attempted to stand but ended up right where he started. “Shit, you weren’t kidding about fucking me til I couldn’t walk, huh.”

“Legs made’a jelly and ass full’a cum, gotcha right where I want ya.” Yes they’d used a condom, so the latter part didn’t really apply, but the sentiment was there.

Lucifer burst out laughing, covering his mouth at the ugly snort he let out. “Want me to carry ya?” Angel asked, grinning.

“I’d appreciate it, yes.”

With that, Angel picked him up with ease, pressing another kiss to Lucifer’s lips. He felt his heart rate pick up as Lucifer wrapped his arms around his shoulders, deepening the kiss. It didn’t end until he had to set Lucifer down at the edge of the bathtub. Turning the knobs and plugging the drain, he started to fill the tub with hot water.

“Ya know that refractory period I mentioned?”

“Yes?”

A wide smile spread across Angel’s lips as he ran his tongue across his sharp teeth. The look on his face made Lucifer visibly shudder.

“Mine’s just about over, if ya wanna have some more fun.”

The grin on Lucifer’s face and the inviting spread of his legs made Angel’s cock twitch.

“Well, what’re you waiting for?”

Without missing a beat, Angel leaned back in.

 

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