Angel needed the space, though not for the reasons he thought he would. Feeling his arousal push against his black shorts, the shape of it begging to be freed, he began to strip down. What the hell had just happened? One moment, Alastor was as innocent and submissive as anyone's first time. The next, they were taking Hell's most renowned pornstar like a professional! And these weren't just some confident idiot's motions. It felt like the Radio Demon had years of experience.

'How the fuck...?' Angel thought with a smile as he tossed off his clothes, turning on the hot shower.

Upon drawing the curtains, however, he hadn't expected a shadow to greet him. Slant-eyed and grinning, Angel blinked, feeling a little embarrassed as the spider was, after all, in the nude. As the spirit, or whatever it was, motioned with a hand, he tentatively followed along. It only dawned him now that the tub had already been filled ahead of time, a handful of roses across the surface, and the scent of candles.

"Al' planned all of this, right?" Angel looked at the shadow skeptically. Seeing it nod, he carefully got in. "Geez... is it Antimas already?"

As he stepped in, the water at the perfect peak of warmth, Angel kept his eyes on the shadow. One moment of looking for the shampoo, however, had it disappear. Hearing the squirting of the bottle and looking up, he glared at the dark form.

"I can do my own hair, thanks."

As that darkness dissipated and revealed Alastor, however, looking down with that grin and disrobed, Angel felt his heart throb. He blinked again, as if his vision was somehow misregistering.

"Désolé. Is this better, mon ange?" Alastor spoke coolly, upside down from Angel's perspective. "Or perhaps you'd like total privacy?"

"N... not at all. I just wasn't sure if it was you, so..." Angel stuttered as Alastor leaned down closer, leveling for a moment, then planting a kiss on his forehead.

Angel was continuing to melt away, his breath quite literally taken away. This was everything he'd, in a way, wished for. He felt as if he should've been used to such things, though those were the lies mixing in reality. No one had ever treated him so...

"Just when I thought I had a moment to breathe." Angel interrupted his own thoughts as he stared up, watching Alastor place their hands into the water, alongside Angel.

"I told you. If you'd like privacy, I can leave-"

"Dontcha dare."

Alastor's smile widened at that, lowering his eyes. Bringing his hands up, he traced Angel's sides, fingers dragging up the shoulders, then to the top of Angel's head, wettening the normally gelled strands.

"Mmm..." Angel sighed as he felt those fingers rub into his scalp, then straighten out his hair. "Y'know, no one's ever done this for me."

"I'm glad to be the first." Alastor spoke in a whisper, the static's reverb just as quiet.

Over and over, those strokes repeated until he'd felt his head lighten, free of the dirt and dust he'd accumulated. As Alastor came to a stop, he opened his eyes. He hadn't even realized he'd closed them. The deer, standing up, went along to the front of the tub. Perhaps he'd gotten too used to the previous angle as he saw a certain appendage dangling where there'd, of course, usually be one.

Angel couldn't hide his other-meaning smile. Alastor was still hard.

Alastor didn't seem to mind the looking, not a skip in his step as he entered the tub in front of Angel. In his hand was a bar of soap. Looking down, he brought one of those long legs up and out of the surface.

"Al', I..."

"Hmm...?" Alastor's eyes shifted back to Angel who'd looked away, blushing profusely.

"I can take care-a my legs."

Alastor's eyes didn't leave as he ran his hands on the appendage, already beginning to clean. "Is something wrong?"

"I just... I just always hated my..."

"My...?" Alastor hummed as his fingers ran under Angel's paws.

It wasn't uncommon in Hell for a demon's anatomy to be a strange mix. While Alastor had more or less retained strictly deer features, others like Husk were a combination of a number of things. Angel was mostly a spider too... but, he'd always hated his feet. Was that even a feature of a spider? And if not, what was it characteristic of? They were akin to a dog's, but they were just two digits, not to mention disproportionate from the rest of his slim frame.

"My feet. I hate 'em..." Angel kept his gaze averted. "It's the one thing I don't find nice to look at about me."

"You're half correct, my dear." Alastor spoke as he brought the paw to his lips, placing a kiss on the soft pad. "All of you is nice to look at."

"Oh, God. Al'..." Angel felt like his face was on fire, giggling. As those kisses trailed up his calf and down his thigh, those soaped hands following behind, massaging, he felt his breathing hitch.

Avoiding the 'obvious', Alastor got to work on the other leg as well, giving the exact treatment. Angel was right back to melting once again; especially concerning what was going to happen with the rest of his body. As the deer finished up with that limb, another kiss upon those paws that made Angel giggle, they moved forward, hands on the side of the tub as he loomed over.

Seeing the deer stare quite particularly at the heart adorning his chest, Angel grinned. "Ya like what ya see?"

In that very moment, he felt a groping sensation at his chest, an uncontrolled gasp as he saw those familiar dark appendages cup his chest. Alastor didn't miss a beat and dove his hands under the water, feeling for Angel's inner thighs, then to their plump rear.

"A-ahnn... Al'..."

"Mon ange..." Alastor's voice seemed to turn darker, emboldened by his own words.

The shadow certainly felt the same as it ravaged further. Licking up Angel's neck, it's hands slid down their belly and traced just shy of the shaft. Arching his back, Angel let out a whine. His hips had bucked, and feeling resistance and looking for Alastor's reaction, knew just what that'd been.

There wasn't any further teasing as one of Alastor's hands cradled Angel's sack, gliding from under, then turning into a stroke up the pink-ringed erection. Angel's eyes lulled, even moreso as their third guest carefully gripped his throat, turning his head so he was face to face with the shadow, then kissing him.

As quickly as things seemed to heat, however, the shadow vanished, fading into the air. Alastor had let go and had taken one of Angel's lower arms, soaping carefully as if nothing had happened just a second ago.

"Damn tease..." Angel groaned in jest, panting.

"A slip of the hand was all." Alastor huffed, not entirely convinced of his own reasoning.

Alastor had no qualms, however, about letting his hardness push against Angel's legs, sure evidence that he hadn't gone unaffected. Angel could also see the rose flush on Alastor's cheeks. As cool as the lord had been acting, the cracks were there. The subtle grinding of their hips against the opposite body told of their needs.

Working his way up, Alastor eventually made it to their upper arms. Angel watched closely, his thinking already far ahead. He was getting blue-balled at this point. Regardless of what he knew was sure to come in a few minutes, he pulled Alastor atop of him.

"Ah-!"

Angel's eyes widened slightly as he heard that moan. Yes, he'd heard Alastor's moaning. But that one, as they sat atop him against his length, hands on his chest, sure felt different. As their eyes spun and static brushed the air, he let go of those trim hips.

Angel had met a lot of demons like that. In fact, it was pretty rare for him to top, though it wasn't a problem for him. It was his preference to be on the receiving end, though he sure didn't mind going the other way around. He'd expected Alastor to be uncomfortable or pull himself off.

"Strict top? Fair enough, I... w-whoa."

Alastor's pupils came to a slow stop as he bit his lip. Tightening his hips, he affirmed his position, rocking atop Angel. Lowering his upper body, he let his head rest atop that fluffy mound, eyes locking on to Angel's glazed eyes. Their lengths pushed onto one another, the deer showing no indication of his previous reaction.

"No, my darling," Alastor eyes lowered, a sly grin." I don't have a strict preference."