Them! I love characters taking care of each other. One of the rare moments where Alastor relaxes enough not to bite Lucifer's hands of xD
Also Little follow up comic:
And my sister pointed out that if Alastor actually walked away Lucifer would beg for forgiveness alskdfjakl;sdfjlk;saj;ldf
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mdni. male masturbation. mammon is a (sweet) pervert!
he feels guilty. incredibly, hopelessly, disgustingly guilty.
it doesn’t matter that he’s a demon, accused daily of being a lying scumbag. he once donned the fluttering wings and shimmering halo of an angel; mammon knows the difference between right and wrong.
and this is beyond wrong.
it doesn’t matter that he’s in love with you—a fact that he tries to keep sealed in his ever-beating heart, though it tends to creep up, flushing his cheeks and twisting his tongue whenever he’s caught staring at you longingly.
it’s so, so, so wrong.
but mammon can’t stop his hand—nails a bright pearl, contrasting his tawny skin and golden rings—from feverishly pumping his pierced length. he’s getting close, toned stomach clenching and shivering in pleasure as he kneels above his phone, fisting his cock to a picture of you.
it’s an innocent selfie, your radiant smile crinkling your eyes. miss you <3 is the text that accompanied the photo, which sent the avatar of greed spiraling into a lust-drunk haze. he would be embarrassed by the schlicks of his pulsing cock reverberating through his dark bedroom if he were not so focused on your likeness.
what would you think of him if you knew that his dick twitched when he first saw the photo? if you knew that he came to the thought of you nearly every day? if you knew that he wanted nothing more than to make you his, forever?
mammon bites his bottom lip hard, fangs breaking the supple flesh, the metallic tang of blood caressing his tongue as he attempts to stifle his moans. but as he climaxes, a strangled cry of your name pierces through the gloom.
his spend splatters across the phone screen and onto your beautiful face—a gross imitation of what he wants to do with you. in a final act of perversion, he slaps his still-hard cock onto the screen, smearing his essence all over you.
the demon collapses onto his back with a soul-deep sigh. how can he ever confess his feelings when this is what he fantasizes about?
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