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“Aw, c'mon, Smiles, you don't wanna make a movie with me?” Angel Dust purrs.
Alastor sighs.
It's not like Angel's remarks bother him, not really, but they're wearing on his patience a bit. He spins around to face him with narrowed eyes, smile twitching.
“You know, I never really understood the appeal in the sins of the flesh.” He remarks. “So I don't know why you're so insistent.”
Angel Dust blinks, sleazy smile dropping for a moment as confusion crosses his face. Then, something seems to dawn on him.
“Al, you tellin’ me you've never had sex?” He questions, something accusatory in his tone.
Alastor shrugs one shoulder, hands clasped behind his back.
“It's not something I've sought out. At this point, even if I did want to, I'd need to go hunt down someone who wouldn't go bragging about getting the radio demon in their bed.” He grimaces a little even as his smile stays in place. “I'm not particularly concerned with getting in someone's pants, regardless, I have better things to do.”
Angel Dust frowns.
“You're not even a little curious?”
Alastor inclines his head to one side, considering.
“I suppose I do wonder what all the fuss is about.” He admits. “Although I sincerely doubt it's something I need the way other sinners claim to.”
“Nah, doesn't seem like something high up on your list of needs.” Angel agrees. He leans forward, walking two fingers up Alastor's chest. “You wanna give it a try? I won't kiss and tell.”
Alastor glances down at his fingers, then back up at his face.
“Hmm.”
Angel's fingers continue their path upwards until they meet his jaw, where his pointer traces the slope of it, no doubt feeling the way it clenches. Angel smiles, smug. One of his other hands comes up and tugs him closer by the lapel of his jacket.
“It'll be fun.” He coos.
Alastor hums.
“If I finally give you what you want, will you stop pestering me about it?” He asks.
Angel just smiles at him. Alastor is pretty sure that's a no, but he sighs anyway.
“I suppose just this once couldn't hurt.”
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Alastor, at Angel Dust's insistence, is reclining on the bed, coat, tie, and posture corrector removed (the latter had been the subject of some rather crude jokes from Angel). The first few buttons of his shirt are undone, and his hands are folded neatly on his stomach, watching curiously as Angel Dust strips.
He sweeps his gaze down along his body.
“You're quite skinny,” he says, thinking about how unsatisfying a meal he'd be.
“Gee, Smiles, you sure know how to make a guy feel great.” Angel Dust drawls. He doesn't seem bothered, though, climbing onto the bed and crawling on top of him, straddling his waist. He leans down, and Alastor is so distracted by the press of their lips together that he barely notices when more of his shirt is unbuttoned.
Sharp teeth nip at him and he parts his lips uncertainly. Presumably, he did the right thing, as a tongue slips into his mouth, tracing the points of his teeth and dragging against the insides of his cheeks.
One hand slides up along the length of his neck, caressing the skin there while another efficiently unbuttons his shirt. A third hand tugs at the red fabric, untucking it from his pants, and the fourth takes Alastor's wrist, pulling it up to his small waist. Alastor takes the hint, settling his hands on the dip in his hips, unable to resist squeezing the softness. Angel hums a little into his mouth. Encouraged, he squeezes again, sinking his claws into fluffy white fur and digging them into the flesh underneath.
Angel's hips drop, pressing his weight down on him and grinding, and Alastor breaks the kiss to gasp, eyes a little wide. Angel grins, clearly pleased, and rolls his hips smoothly.
Oh. That, that does feel nice, actually.
His grips tightens, smile spasming a bit as his head tips backwards, ears pinning back.
“Feelin’ good?” Angel asks. Alastor is pretty sure he isn't actually looking for an answer, judging by the smug tone in his voice.
“Mm.” The radio static that naturally surrounds him creeps up in volume and pitch when Angel leans down and kisses a line down his bared neck.
“C'mon, Smiles, give me something to work with, here.”
“It-” His breath hitches when teeth drag against his throat. “Yes, you could say that.”
“Glad to hear it.”
His shirt is pried open by two hands, fully unbuttoned now, and slender fingers trail down his bare chest, stopping above his happy trail.
“Y'know, you're one to talk about bein’ skinny, babe.” Angel muses.
“I-” He cuts himself off with a sharp inhale when nails skim over his stomach and teeth clamp over his pulse point. “ Ah.”
“You're cute like this.”
Alastor makes a noise of disagreement, but is too distracted by his belt being undone to actually protest. Angel lifts himself up enough to tug down Alastor's pants and undergarments, grinning at the sight of his hard cock. He lowers his hips again, rolling them and Alastor shivers, raising his own hips to press more against him, much to Angel's visible delight.
“You could probably be a star like me, y'know, lookin’ like this.” Angel comments, reaching down to grasp his cock. It squirms in his hand, curling around it and dripping a slick substance down his fingers. “Oh, yeah, definitely.” He licks his lips and Alastor looks away.
“I have no interest in that.” He replies shortly, although it comes out shakier than he'd like.
Angel shifts and Alastor looks back towards him, watching with curiosity as he rises up and lines the tapered tip up with his hole.
“From my understanding, some preparation is usually involved-”
“I'll be fine, I like a little pain.” Angel dismisses. “Besides, I can't wait to get that in me.”
“I don't think-” Alastor chokes, argument lost as Angel sinks down with a breathy sigh, head falling back, ears twitching against the pillows while his claws dig into Angel's hips. “ Hah. ”
“Fuck.” Angel exhales. “Yeah, that's, that's good. Ain't it, handsome?”
“Mmm.” A full body shiver runs through his body, fluffing up the fur on his tail and ears.
“C'mon, babe. Answer me, yeah?” He rolls his hips and the warmth is a little overwhelming, wrenching a gasp from the demon under him. “I know how much you love talking.”
“Hnn.” Alastor arches up, pressing his hips against Angel's. “Mmhmm…”
Angel leans down, two hands braced on his chest and one reaching up to cup his cheek as he kisses him again. This time, Alastor's tongue enters Angel’s mouth, tasting him hungrily. He sucks on it and the radio static around him jumps and glitches.
His hips rise, and then drop smoothly, and Alastor whines into his mouth, pulling back and panting.
“You're drooling.” Angel says. “Usually it takes me a bit longer to get people there, I'm flattered.”
Alastor ignores the red, coppery saliva that trails down his chin and instead reaches between them, wrapping his hand around Angel's cock and thumbing at the head almost curiously.
“Ah- quick learner,” Angel gasps, tilting his head back and exposing the long length of his neck. He picks his hips up and drops them again, setting a quick pace that allows him to fuck up into Alastor's hand and back down onto his writhing cock. “Fuck, that's good. Just like that, babe, keep going.”
Alastor groans under his breath through clenched teeth, squeezing his cock to hear the noises it draws from Angel. Pressure builds quickly, coiling tight in his abdomen, and there's the telltale itch in his scalp that warns of his antlers growing if he doesn't get his body under control soon.
Angel tangles his hands in his own hair, moaning shamelessly while his other hands drag his nails down Alastor's chest.
“Please,” Alastor chokes out, barely audible over the rising static.
Angel tilts his head down, grinning at him with lidded eyes.
“Come on, Smiles. Fill me up, yeah?” He grinds down heavily, and Alastor's eyes squeeze shut, hissing out a swear. There's a low, ripping noise as his antlers extend and pierce the fabric of the pillows under him, and Alastor arches a little as he comes, a ragged gasp tearing through him.
Angel idly rolls his hips up into Alastor's hand, thighs squeezing his sides as he breathes heavily.
“So, how's the sins of the flesh treatin’ ya?” He snarks, sounding far too pleased with himself.
Alastor pries his eyes open and Angel's hips stutter at the hunger in them.
“I’m afraid my sin of the day is gluttony, dear.” He replies, licking his teeth slowly and deliberately. “And you are quite the meal.”
Angel swallows, and Alastor's smile widens.