Devil's Guardian 1.5 Rut Season

Deer Season

                                It had been some time after Lucifer had joined the Hotel and his feelings for the Deer had come to light where the two would still be hiding it from others, something was amiss with Alastor though as the Deer was avoiding him all of a sudden.  Why?  He wasn't sure but he had intended to find out when he came to Alastor's room, he sensed something on the other side and knocking before he entered to find a sight before him.  Alastor had his coat off and he was writhing on his bed somewhat red-faced and breathing oddly,

"Alastor?  Are you... you don't seem well Dearie."

"Ah... your Majesty, hmm..." The Deer was fidgeting quite a bit, unable to remain still, he grasped his shirt with one hand and the sheets of his bed with the other.  At first, he didn't know what was wrong but with the Devil in his presence, the heat he felt grew and a need formed in him. A need for someone, anyone.  It clicked in his head then, and he looked away.

"I-It's... rather difficult to explain."  He muttered, glancing back at Lucifer.  There was a look of desire in his eyes that he fought desperately to hide.  Lucifer wasn't a stranger when it came to desires of the body, nor the scent of one's lust, he is married to a Succubus for, well, eons. However, he had never seen as such on the Radio Demon, he went to sit on the bed next to the other turning his body to face the others.

"Come now, we've known each other for a while now what could possibly be so hard to explain?" He went to place his hand over the other's that was on his chest, the coolness compared to the heat coming from Alastor's sweaty palms was noticeable as the Devil's yellow snake eyes widened.  The contact of another would usually cause Alastor to withdraw, and snap. But in the state he was in, the Deer did none of that.  He took the Devil's hand into his, giving it a light squeeze and he gazed upward. The Radio Demon lost himself in the other's eyes.

"Lucifer."  The name rolled off his tongue with ease and in such a tone that wasn't normal for the Deer.  The Devil froze upon hearing the other, Alastor didn't use his name for anything other than well serious times and yet the tone in which he said it resonated within himself.  He felt his throat tightened as arousal came over him, looking at their hands as he squeezes his he went to intertwine his fingers through the Deer's and getting up to hover over his form.  His other hand would go to cup his hot cheek, his fingers trailing at the edge of his soft crimson hair, seeing the needy look upon his face the Devil smiled tenderly.  A memory then came to him, long ago when Alastor had this type of need and he had helped his friend then to relieve himself if this was that time again then,

"You have to use your words, Dearie, I am not a mind reader... tell me what your King can do for you, Alastor."  Having the Devil tower above him fueled the feeling of arousal in the deer. Being the one dominated over was a new experience, and Alastor found himself thrilled by it. Feeling a cold hand rest on his cheek, the Radio Demon melted into the touch and nuzzled Lucifer's palm. The contact was magical and so satisfying to the heat he was engulfed by. When he heard Lucifer's next words, he couldn't resist whining slightly. Of course, the Devil wanted him to voice his need.

"Must I?" The Deer asked, eyes wondering over Lucifer's body.  He gave off such a sweet and bitter scent that was intoxicating to the deer's senses. Apples and blood, that's what it was.  The Devil was many things, however, he wasn't one to go through with such a thing just to have the other come back and claim he had done so by force and yet he was finding it hard to fight his resolve as Alastor nuzzled into his hand. He inhaled deeply, he cursed himself as he went to sit up and pulling away to undo his shirt and remove his coat to crawl and place himself between the Deer's legs.   Both still clothed from the waist down as Lucifer reached for the front of Alastor's already lose shirt, opening it to expose his torso that was decorated with scars. He'd lean down to kiss a few very gently,