RadioApple X Reader: Imperfect

43. Easy

*** Lucifer's POV ***

After a wet squelching noise and pop, the stag collapsed on the bed next to me. My own body having given moments prior, resulting in me laying flat on my stomach. The feeling of him in me still lingered, like Alastor had permanently marked me somehow. I turned my head to look at him as his heavy panting echoed in my ears.

He was still mostly dressed, just his suit jacket and suspenders were gone and he had pulled up his pants. I was a little annoyed at it, considering my own bareness. A prickling bile feeling rose up in me as I wondered if he had gotten fully undressed for Y/n. Well shit. Wasn't expecting that.

He had one arm stretched out over the bed, the other placed over his face, covering his eyes with the crook of his elbow. But beneath that I could still see a dark dusting of blush on his face.

My own chest was contracting and releasing with a lot of difficulty, like every breath was a labor intensive chore. I tried to calm it down, pressing my nose into the pillow I was hugging. Strangely though, despite the over surge of sensations, I no longer felt so lost and overwhelmed. Instead I felt grounded, and my head was clear. The bed shifted prompting me to glance up with one eye to meet a side ways look from Alastor from beneath his arm. But this time there was a smug grin on his face as he snickered at me.

"You did say anything."

"I did, didn't I?" I sighed, a mild chuckle escaping my throat. "Gotta admit though - not what I was expecting when I said that."

"Oh my, look at me go! I surprised the King of Hell!" Alastor laughed and raised his arm in faux celebration.

"You know," I turned to my side slightly, "the mocking doesn't quite hit the same after you just fucked me."

"Fair enough." He scoffed. "I'm just as surprised that you let me."

"I am too." I admitted before my thoughts went to the next most obvious thing. "But what gives?'

Alastor narrowed his eyes in thought, looking up at the ceiling. "At first I just wanted to call what I thought was you bluffing. But then I did what I then realized I wanted to. Why did you let me?"

"At first it was simple resolve to letting you do anything. Because I wanted you to do something without that façade of yours. Then I... just didn't want you to stop."

"Hmmm" Alastor hummed in response.

"Is it just me or this weirdly easy?" I was referring to this talking we were doing, just speaking our minds. We just exchanged multiple sentences and weren't at each others throats like usual, and Y/n wasn't even here. Its like something crumbled in between us, now it longer felt like a wall. Like there was no longer a Radio Demon and a King of Hell in this room, the fight prior belonging to them rather than Alastor and Lucifer who remained. 

"No, not just you."

We sat in silence for a moment and I finally got to look around. I realized I was in Alastor's room because it wasn't furnished the same as most of the hotel. Red wall paper with dark wooden furniture, many furs, bones, and books littered every flat surface. Not a single mirror. It was a little dark, and some of the bones and jars with weird stuff floating around were creepy. But somehow cozy, lived in. And on a chair next to the table there was a large cat plush with a calico pattern, similar to the one Y/n gave me. Except the bandana on this one was red, covered with cartoonish drawn raw steaks. And okay - that's pretty funny.

"I'm sorry for what I said." I said quietly, and got a shrug in return. 

"I was the one to try to rile you up."