For once, Clover didn't mind the silence.

In any other circumstances, it would allow for the cruel tendencies of her subconscious to run wild, but now Clover's thoughts are too fuzzy to corrupt. Her mind is warm, blissfully unaware of anything outside of their oasis, and she prefers it that way. Bleary eyes blinked open at the sound of sliding metal sinking through the drowsy deafness of rousing, unwilling to wander too far into waking with Alastor's slow breathing at her back lulling her slowly back to sleep, but too curious to keep closed.

Alastor's bedroom was lit by the smallest sliver of sunlight peeking through heavy curtains, painting the room and its inhabitants with rays of rose gold. The morning sun crept across the carpet and into their bed to paw at her eyelids like an impatient pet, causing Clover to turn away from the offending light and attempt hide her face in the soft plush of pillows, but she could never bring herself to close the curtain on the soundly sleeping sight she sees.

For a moment, Clover wondered if she was still dreaming, but even her wildest dreams couldn't fathom the vision of unearthly delight laying next to her.

Alastor had curled into her side in his sleep, arms wound around her beneath blankets she did not remember them climbing under. He looked so peaceful, so serene that it was almost uncanny; Clover wasn't sure she'd ever seen an expression quite like it from him. Even in his calmest moments Alastor was always animated, commanding attention with his bombastic personality and taste for theatrics. It was nothing like the stillness she saw him in now, the only remnants of that proper Radio Demon person lingering in the smile he wore in his sleep. Timid fingers trace the softness of his lips, gently upturned at the corners and parted with steady breath- How could a man be this breathtaking, while doing nothing at all? Clover sighed to herself as she pressed gentle kisses to the dusting of red that painted his eyelids. They wrinkle beneath her affection as Alastor rolls further into her with a huff, tangling them further into the mess of silk and skin they'd become as he hooks his knee over hers and buries his face into the crook of her neck. Sheets shift further down his back as he moves, barely clinging to the points of his hips from where they'd caught around his leg, and Clover lifts her head from where she's hidden her giggles in his shoulder to catch a peek-

And dives right back in to hide her smile as she realizes just how far Alastor's animal traits went.

Clover had been far too- distracted the night before to pay much attention to the scattered patches of fur she'd felt, but now her focus was undivided. The curve of Alastor's back became dusted with red the further down it went, the fur growing thicker at the base of his spine to blend into a fluffy deer tail. It matched the coloring of his hair, save from the white tip, and flicked the same way his ears did when Clover ran her fingers across their soft fur. His arms tightened around her as she unabashedly pet him, pulling her flush against his chest with a grumble. It sounded almost like purring as it was caught in the static that had slowly been building around them, alerting her to its presence.

"Alastor? Are you awake?"

The only response came from a tiny flick of his tail as his radio caught a good morning melody, his face burrowing deeper into his pillows to hide from the pesky rays of sunlight that had begun to warm her skin. Clover's heart flutters with utter fondness at him, her lips curling into a gentle smile as they press against the bare skin of his shoulder.

Who the hell gave this man the right to be adorable?

Curious fingers snuck down his spine to brush the tip of his tail, curling herself closer to him so she could properly reach. It's as soft as the rest of his fur, if not a little matted from being tucked away into his clothes and damp from last night's activities- But not as ruffled as she would imagine, which brings her attention to the utter lack of the unpleasant sticky feeling she'd have expected between her thighs after falling asleep without washing. Her thoughts drift away from the fact that they are both cleaned and covered with no memory of doing either as Alastor whispers a kiss against her collarbone, and her ears stand to attention at the soft cracking that emits from his spine as he stretches, his fingers splaying across the mattress behind her until he relaxes with a pleased hum that lays his head back against silken scarlet pillowcases.

This new position offers her an even better view of him, Alastor's arm shifting to tuck beneath his head as he blinks drowsy delirium from his eyes and squints into the sunlight. Clover finds his hand resting across his stomach and takes in hers as she scoots closer and moves to mirror his position, cradling her cheek in the crook of her arm to watch their fingers intertwine. A gentle brush of his thumb over her knuckle draws her gaze back up to Alastor's. The adoration in his eyes was palpable, warm and crinkling adorably at the corners, and her whisper only pushed them to burn for her.

"Hi."

His smile widened, Alastor clearing his throat of the residual hoarseness of sleep when it crackled before trying again.

"Hello."

It was such a shame Alastor rarely slept, it did wonders for the sound of his voice; And his hair, and everything else for that matter. Clover realized she'd been silent for a moment too long, too busy taking in the dreamy gentleness painting his expression in pink, and in common fashion her rush to fill the void in conversation caused her to say the first stupid thing that came to her mind.

"You have a tail."

He took her bluntness in good humor, as Alastor always did.

"I do," Alastor replied, nodding once in acknowledgment of her observation before a playful smile pushed in his cheeks and wrinkled his nose. "And so do you, along with very pink undersides to your feet."

Instinctively her toes brushed together beneath the blanket, her cheeks slowly turning the same pink of the heart-shaped pads that decorated the balls of her feet and palms. Alastor's smile softened as it pressed into the back of her hand, his lips trailing down her wrist before he dropped her palm to his chest with a soft thud. His blackened fingers brushed through the mess of her bangs, pushing her hair back from her face with careful claws to look at her more closely. Clover's breath caught among the butterflies that this tender display had reawakened in her stomach as he shifted his arm beneath him, propping himself up to loom above her so she could not escape from his flattery.

"You're a stunningly beautiful little thing, did you know that?"

Clover couldn't do much but gape at him for what felt like forever, even as he cradled her cheek and pressed a lazy kiss to her lips. Her skin tingled under his fingertips, buzzing for more of this affectionate Alastor that doted on her as she slept and kissed her without regret- But the cocky curl of his lips caught against that competitive edge to their courtship, that push and pull that drove them both wild for the chase. As smug as his smile was, its crookedness was as endearing as ever, much to her dismay; She supposed she could let him win, just to make things even, but where was the fun in that?

"You're one to talk." She snorted, and her stomach flipped at the breathless little laugh he let out as she gave a quick kiss to the tip of his nose and pushed him back onto his bed.

Before he had a chance to react Clover curled herself against, molding the softness of her body to his and claiming her place at his side. He stiffened for a moment, still not entirely accustomed to the full scope of her affection before he relaxed again, propping them both up by shifting more pillows under his shoulders and tugging her into a more comfortable position. Tucked beneath his chin, Clover had a perfect view of the sloping planes of Alastor's torso before the sheets hid the rest of him from view, having been quickly fixed once he'd realized how low they'd come to hang across his hips. The dancing sunlight saturated his complexion, but even more so it caught the ridges that coated Alastor's chest and stomach, giving contrast to where his ribs dipped inward and allowing Clover to see the full scope of the scars spread out across his skin.

"Are these all from-"

The question caught in her chest as her fingers traced the markings just below his ribcage, lingering on the pockmarks that pushed into his flesh before moving on to trace the rough, raised edges. They looked almost like bite patterns, Clover realized, sunk deep into his side and surrounded by branching scars that suggested animalistic tearing. The sight of them formed a heavy pit in her stomach, far more than any of the other knife nicks or claw marks that coated him did- These and the other smaller sections of similar scars were different, heavy with trauma against her palm as she laid it protectively over what little her hands could cover.

"Before and after death. I've had plenty of time to collect." Alastor's heavy intake of breath lifted the arm splayed across his chest, and he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head before taking her wrist. She almost expected him to move it away from the tender subject of his scars, but instead, he turned her arm to reveal her own; The freshly healing pink was a sharp contrast against the dark skin of his thumb as he brushed it over the deepest of her scars, lingering on where it had begun to pucker. "You'll have your own collection if you're not careful."

Alastor's voice was becoming heavy with static, its distortion crackling over top of the soft music he'd chosen to play to welcome in the morning as his claws tightened around her shoulder.

"Yeah, well- I lucked out and got a blank slate, it's only fair it gets a few scratches." Pressing a soft kiss to the deepest of his scars within her reach, this one sliced deep and clean across his collar, Clover turned her head, making sure to nuzzle her nose into the soft underside of his chin before looking up at him with a smile. "Is Nurse Alastor going to make another appearance when I get hurt again?"

The laugh track that played alongside Alastor's own chuckling seemed to keep his spirits high, and Clover found herself giggling into the depths of the kiss he caught her in.

" If , you get hurt again."

It was hard to hear the muttered clarification over the pounding of her own heart, its protective edge following the possessive path his fingers scraped down her spine. Clover couldn't help the urge that came over her in response; She twisted herself in his arm to pepper his face with kisses that could only be described as "aggressively affectionate" until no inch was left uncovered. She was rewarded with more of Alastor's contagious laughter, their hands finding each other as their giggling faded and they relaxed back into the lazy exploration they'd only just begun. Clover pressed their palms together, splaying their fingers outward to marvel at their differences; His palms were ever so slightly lighter than the rest of his complexion, and the tiny claws of her shorter fingers barely brushed his second knuckle. A smile curved against her temple as she pulled his hand towards her and pressed a kiss to every deft, dark fingertip before cradling his palm against her cheek.

Alastor's fingers curled into the soft underside of her jaw to tilt her head up, meeting her halfway in another gentle kiss that quickly bled into a languid lust, their lips sliding seamlessly together in a slow, simplistic sort of seduction. When they parted, it was with far more reluctance from him than before, dark eyes blown wide with disbelief flicking over her face before they closed with a wistful sigh.

"I am so incredibly fond of you."

Her chest tightened around the stuttering of her heart, glad that his eyes did not open again to see how wide hers had become. Despite being sure in her soul of Alastor's feelings for her, hearing them admitted so openly, not once, but twice in one morning was maybe something she would never grow fully accustomed to; And maybe that was better, that every time a sweet nothing was whispered between them it would elicit the same reaction as the first, that they would forever be flustering one another, keeping them on their toes for eternity, or until-

Clover swallowed hard around the worry that this would not last, cursing herself that she'd been offered maybe the perfect moment to say the word that lingered between their lips and here she was wondering how long it would take for him to grow tired of her. Alastor was an unpredictable man, and she loved him that way- She wouldn't let her bruised sense of self try to use the best parts of his personality against him, especially not when he was so happily bumping his forehead against hers and stroking her cheek with his thumb. How hard could it be to simply say "I love you" , an undeniable truth that weighed heavily in every touch, every glance they shared? Even now every brush of his fingers over the gentle slope of her shoulder feels like an act of worship, slowly banishing her fears with whatever black magic Alastor cast over her with his presence. She wanted to say it, she truly did, even if just to hear how it would alter his radio frequency or to watch the reaction that would shift his handsome features. The words jumble on her tongue, twisting themselves into a knot in her throat and her teeth tries their best to chew them apart, to just tell him how she feels – And then he's kissing her again, still slightly stiff but lacking the restraint that had pulled his mouth into a hard line the first time he'd tried, and Clover can't find room to think anymore.

This man was going to be the death of her, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Even with her lips occupied, the urge to say something in response pushes the air from her chest and tightens her jaw, and Clover pries herself just far enough away from him to mutter maybe the dumbest thing she'd said in the last seventy-two hours.

"Should we, uh- Should we maybe get up and make breakfast?"

Clover can feel him smile against her lips, unable to see much through the one eye she'd cracked open. All she gets in response from him is a thoughtful hum before their kiss deepens, Alastor's teeth tugging at her lips until they part for him. Her heart stutters again, unable to keep up with the addition of unbridled affection to his many moods this close to waking- Which Clover thought was completely ridiculous of her when she recalled the fact that she'd guided this man inside of her and let him ravage her in this very bed after basically begging him to allow himself to unleash his rut upon her.

Where was that shameless confidence now?

Clawing back some of her agency and pushing down the concern that her mouth must taste anything but pleasant this early in the morning, Clover pushes that pining passion into their kiss and gets another tug of teeth in reward. A shift of bodies presses them closer together, hitching Clover's leg over his in search of more contact, and suddenly she is aware of the very solid proof of Alastor's adoration pressing into her thigh.

Ah, there it was- It seemed her confidence just needed a little inflation.

"So it's not one and done, I'm assuming." Clover muses against his lips, her teeth nipping back at the swell of his bottom lip as his breathing stutters from the pressure of her leg slotting between his.

The soft groan the motion arises from him fizzles through his radio, popping against the speaker as he pulls away and suddenly sits upright. His smile warbles as it often does, but it's not quite the same; This smile is tight, lacking teeth and wobbly in an adorable, awkward manner that shoots his brow up underneath his hair. It's a deadly combination with the dusting of red that has begun to coat his cheeks, and Clover decides that this shy yet vulnerable version of Alastor is slowly becoming one of her very favorites. Claws fist into the sheets, bunching them further around his hips as he roughly clears his throat of the crackling that peaked his voice and sent a screech through his frequency.

"Ah! Well, I- I'm not quite sure. These are uncharted waters for me, I'm afraid. I only have fleeting participation in such matters, and it's been decades since those attempts."

Clover tries her best to keep her smile restrained, pressing her lips into a tight line as his ears wildly switch between laying flat against his head and pressing forward attentively. His skittish behavior is sweet, but that doesn't stop her from wondering when the desperate, depraved Alastor that had pinned her against a door and pushed her legs so far apart that her hips ached would make another appearance- But that had taken nothing short of a crisis to achieve, and Clover would much rather they rely on the more steady cornerstones of their relationship moving forward. Communication had worked in both instances, and Clover would never scoff at another chance to talk with Alastor, even if it meant prolonging the proper solution.

Good things to those who wait, and all that.

"I guess I should have known you weren't a blushing virgin after that performance, even knowing your opinions on sex."

Tucking her knees under her, Clover moved herself to sit opposite him; If this was the chance to talk about Alastor's shifting sexuality, it needed to be done correctly. Alastor's radio rippled with static, his eyes quickly darting away from the bare expanse of her breasts as the sheets fell away. The urge to tighten and cover her stomach was quickly kicked by the lingering glance that pulled his eyes back to her before a whistle rang through his radio and Alastor quickly continued their conversation to cover the slip of his speakers.

"Yes, well- One must at least try before passing judgment in order to be a well-rounded individual!"

"And what are your thoughts now?"

Her tone was gentle, lifted with the smallest of smiles as she pressed for more information. This was an intriguing turn of conversation for them; Alastor never spoke about sex, he often swerved the topic, but that was much harder to achieve now that she and Alastor had done the deed. To ignore the fact that the act opened up a line of communication was unfair, not only to her but to Alastor himself, and Clover could see that he'd come to the same realization.

"I think it's safer that we not get our hopes up, only time can tell what other changes you will inspire." Alastor's shoulders sank with a heavy sigh as he folded his hands across his lap, twiddling his thumbs together for what felt like forever; The look in his eye when he finally lifted them from his lap sent a tremor through her, and Alastor continued with new, careful confidence. "I am not sure whether- That, will happen outside of my season, but I think that for now, it would be silly of us to continue holding ourselves back from what we want. And as for after- I believe I would be amenable to exploring our avenues, in the affectionate sense."

"Really?"

Alastor's eyes softened at her voice, that crooked little smile that sent the room spinning reappearing as he caught her by the waist and pulled her across the space she'd left between them. His voice was growing thick with that clipping creole again, catching on the consonants of his transatlantic as it dropped dangerously low.

"If words aren't enough, perhaps I could convince you in other ways?"

There was that whiplash again, sinking soreness between her thighs as his hand wandered down the swell of her hip. He was waiting for a response, patiently watching the way her mouth falls open only to snap shut again and how her ears shoot to attention as his radio fizzles with static. Clover wanted to do everything at once, to beg, to tell him exactly what he could to prove his point, to abandon what little modesty she was maintaining for his comfort, strip the sheets from them both and straddle his lap- But all she manages is a nod, too distracted by the way his smile pushes lines into his cheeks and his lips part to reveal the razor's edge of his teeth lined by black gums. The memory of them throbs in her shoulder as she reaches out to grab him by the back of the neck and tugs him down into yet another searing kiss, an action that neither of them seemed to be sick of yet.

When kissing isn't enough, Alastor daringly sneaks his fingers beneath the sheets to trace the crease of her thighs. They hesitate just beyond the edge, his breath hitching as her warmth bleeds into the chill that had collected on his fingertips before he presses forward, parting her lips as her legs shift open for him and slipping surprisingly soft fingers through the slick that had already begun to gather. It's almost too much right away, the friction just passing the edge of discomfort as her nerves twitch away from the pressure. She feels the tension reform in him beneath her fingers, tightening his shoulders as Clover hisses at the dull ache of overuse that pushes back against the sweet sensation of stimulation.

Alastor ignores the pitiful whine that she makes when he pulls away, his ears standing straight up as his brow dips with concern.

"You're not hurt, are you?"

"No, just a little sore. I'm- Not really used to…that, and even if I was I don't think I could have gotten out of that without being at least a little tender." Clover sighed, already missing the comfortable weight of his palm laying against her.

The tease falls as flat as his ears, and Clover is quick to get ahead of whatever worries will burden him next as guilt glosses over his eyes. She drops her head into his line of sight, tilting it so sharply that her ears flop over his knees and her hair falls into her face; It doesn't matter if she feels silly doing so when it softens Alastor's grimace back into a smile and pulls his hands from where they'd fisted themselves back into the sheets to brush painted strands away from her face.

"Al, you know you're a lot, this isn't an exception." Her pointed look at the bulge pushing through the wad of fabric he'd gathered into his lap darkens his blush and spikes his radio with static, and Clover straightens herself up again as she continues. "I'm fine, it was half my fault from how rough I was with myself anyway. We were both, uh- Very enthusiastic."

When Alastor's static didn't subside from the heavy, stuttering sound it had been transmitting since the moment he'd been made aware of her soreness, Clover decided that being ridiculous seemed like the best option for keeping Alastor cheerful. She kicked her feet free of the sheets, ignored the twinging of her muscles, and swung her leg over his knees, planting herself atop Alastor's thighs- Just far enough away that she didn't kill the poor man this early in the morning with her forwardness. The radio peaked, a rolling of drums blurring with the squeal her new position earned her, and Alastor stuttered what she assumed was an argument before he was hushed with a gentle press of her finger against his lips. He'd gone scarlet again, she notes, his lips pillowed around her finger as his smile fell slack and the room went silent.

"I liked it, I would have told you if I hadn't. I promise."

Clover punctuated her words with a quick kiss, leaving her finger resting against his chin until he'd blinked himself free from his shock.

"Well, we- Perhaps we should wait until you're," Alastor paused, seeming now painfully aware of the pressure of her thighs trapping him beneath her; His eyes snapped back to hers from where they'd been trailing down her chest with a cough. "Feeling better."

"We could do other things."

The idea had come tumbling out of her before she'd fully comprehended how he would take it, too distracted by the warmth of his skin bleeding through the sheets to pool in the pit of her stomach the longer she stayed straddling him. Alastor breathed a laugh as her hands reached for his, returning their fingers to their idle dance while she waited.

"Clover, you don't have to do anything for my sake- If I understand what you've said about yourself, and I am not misreading these new feelings of mine, us having mutual pleasure is a very important factor in our physical relationship."

"I want to do other things." Clover clarified as she shifted further up his lap, waiting for him to begin breathing again as she sat back against his thighs and tucked her knees around his hips before continuing. "Alastor, I think you need to understand that I get an immense amount of enjoyment from just seeing you like that, me being to blame for it is just icing on the cake."

If the soft jerk of his hips beneath her was any indication, Clover was selling this well; It wouldn't take much more to seal the deal if she was lucky. His arms wound around her waist as she leaned further into him, his fingers splaying across the small of her back and pulling her flush against him as she ghosted her lips over his, giggling through her words when he attempted to chase the kiss.

"You can make up for it by cooking breakfast if you want. But like I said last night- I want to take care of you."

"You already do, you do so much more than that."

"Stop trying to distract me by being sweet." Clover chided, bumping her forehead against his as he continued to attempt to kiss her and devolving into giggles when his lips curved upward against her jaw as buried his face into the side of her neck.

"Is it working?"

"Alastor."

He hummed against her skin as he thought over her proposal, the both of them frozen in their embrace until Alastor sighed decidedly and pressed a tender kiss tinted with teeth against her ear.

"You're quite impossible to say no to once you've made up your mind."

"You like it."

Alastor barked a laugh at her snappy retort, and allowed her to maneuver him into a better position for them both; His flush had spread down to the hollows of his throat and coated his chest in a blotchy red by the time she'd gotten him where she wanted him, it's warmth blending with that of her lips as she kissed her way down the scar-crossed surface of his chest. Her meandering path had led Clover to her desired destination, and Alastor's radio whined as she knelt between his legs, putting herself at eye level with the length curving against his stomach.

"Fuck…" Clover mumbled, hoping he could not hear her over his own flustered, fluctuating frequency as she swallowed the dampness that filled her mouth at the sight of him.

Clover was no expert on the male anatomy, her minor amounts of experience didn't allow for much exploration, but as she finally dropped her gaze from his and allowed herself to shamelessly look over him, she decided that Alastor had perhaps the most aesthetically pleasing cock she'd ever seen. Not that she'd tell him that now, not when his claws fidgeted at his sides and his radio flickered through stations at a maddening pace, not when he was preparing for what Clover assumed was his first time experiencing oral sex-

Perhaps she would save that for the second time.

Alastor was not blackened at the tip as she imagined, but instead was a flushing red that faded black into the patch of fur at his pelvis. Seeing was far more than feeling, and Clover was surprised that her soreness was as mild as it was; Even her more daring solo adventures couldn't have prepared her for the girth of him, and much less that of the swollen knot sitting heavily at his base. Looking up from beneath her lashes, Clover waited until Alastor seemed settled before she pressed a kiss to his hip, muttering encouragement against his skin and shuddering from the longing of his gaze as it lingered on her lips.

"Tell me when it's too much."

He felt like heaven beneath her fingertips; Hard, heavy, and hers as she slowly wrapped her fingers around his length, taking the time to let every digit drum against heated flesh so she could savor the way his breathing hitched at every touch. Not wanting to overwhelm him yet but unable to restrain herself, Clover pressed gentle kisses against the skin her fingers could not cover, slowly descending down his length before tracing back up to the tip with her tongue. Long claws scraped across her skin as Alastor raked his hand helplessly through her hair, struggling to grasp for something, anything to ground himself to her before his fingers twisted into her hair and pulled. Her head craned back with a soft gasp, Clover immediately stalling her movements to gauge his reaction.

Alastor had not yet let himself fall back as she'd intended, still sat forward from the tenseness in his spine and taking heavy breaths through his nose, eyes closed and teeth grinding together with every exhale. The steady static that warped his breathing was a good sign, its pitch deepening as she slowly slid her thumb along the underside of his cock, stopping to rest against the flushed head as his grip on her hair tightened. Clover whimpered a helpless sound that seemed to snap Alastor back to attention. His eyes opened as his hold on her released, the warmth that blossomed behind the sharp sting spreading across her scalp pulling another breathless gasp from her. Soothing fingers fluttered across her neck, Alastor seeming unable to decide whether he was allowed to continue touching her as his hand dropped to hover between them.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Do you like touching me?" Clover couldn't let her embarrassment get the best of her now, as much as her words sparked a twisting heat deep in her chest; She wasn't letting him sink back into that dark place she'd found him in the night before.

"Yes, I think that is quite obvious at this point."

"Then you don't have to apologize."

She was flushing as badly as he was now, but she honestly couldn't care less, not when she was quickly becoming drunk off the power of feeling the throb of blood hardening him beneath her fingertips and when Alastor seemed to hang on her every word.

"Do you like when I touch you?"

"Yes, I-" Alastor choked back the groan that threatened to spill through his grinding teeth as Clover swiped her thumb across the already weeping head of his cock. Hands came to cradle her jaw, Alastor's heavily lidded gaze sharpening as he looked down at her. "I never expected you to be cruel."

"Am I being cruel?"

"Incredibly."

Push and pull. That's how it's always been between them, a helpless battle of barely hidden desire that has finally come to light.

Another groan, this one barely bitten back in time as she slid her palm across velvet skin, smearing the dampness beading at the tip down his length. The warm glow of his eyes cast across his cheeks, highlighting the impressive shade of scarlet that spread across his skin. She wants to follow it, to press her lips against his jaw and drag them down the long lines of his neck, to press her teeth into where it meets his shoulder and suck, but Alastor's grip is unmoving as he tilts her head back and drags a thumb across the swell of her lip. Clover nearly whines when his hand drifts lower, pressing gently into the softness of her throat with its fingertips. The threat of claws appears when her own grip on him slips lower, gently cupping the throbbing knot and feeling his hips twitch forward in response. A soft squeeze is all it takes to break him, Alastor's fingers twisting into her hair as he pulls her forward and his lips crash into hers.

The feeling of his fingers against her throat is incredibly distracting , but Clover isn't ready to give up control yet- Besides, he'd not told her to stop, and the weeping length still weighing heavily into her palm leads her to believe that he'd want exactly the opposite. Alastor's hips jerk as she begins to stroke him in earnest, catching his lip between her teeth and tugging as a fresh spout of slick coats her palm, allowing her to tighten her grip without risking friction.

"Dammit-"

Alastor swears, squirming against her as she experimentally drags her knuckles against the swollen base of him with agonizing tenderness. His mouth falls slack against hers, too lost in the softness of her hands encircling him to continue kissing- And then she stops. The sound he makes is almost a sob and it's so sweet she can't resist reaching out to taste it, dragging her tongue across his bottom lip and kissing along the corner of his mouth as his breathing slows. His eyes are clouded with lust as they snap open to search for a reason for her pause, but the slightest glimmer of concern tilting them down at the corners melted her heart enough to cease her teasing; Alastor was not far from completion, most likely as sensitive as she was from the night before and not nearly as capable in handling himself as she was. Every twitch of him against her palm seemed to only wind him tighter, and with it, Clover grows more curious as to how long he might last through the main show if he was this caught up in the previews.

"You'll have to let me go if you want me to continue."

Clover pulls against the vice of his grip to prove her point, and Alastor's radio sputters, stalling for time as his brain fights through the fog of desire to understand. It clicks like a lightbulb, the sound coming clearly through his speakers as he obediently drops his hold on her. She presses a quick kiss to his nose before she slides back between his thighs, pausing to take in the sight of him, swollen and slick, before shifting to half lay against his hip with the hopes that it would keep him from bucking farther into her mouth than she could safely take.

Another curse, this time in French, is ripped from Alastor as she boldly licks up the length of him. Clover wraps her fingers around what she knows her mouth will not reach as she takes a steadying breath through her nose for her nerves, and sinks him into her throat in one mostly-fluid motion- And thank Lucifer himself that she'd thought to bear her weight onto his hips, because the second she'd sealed her lips around him, Alastor's restraint crumbles to pieces.

His hips attempt to buck into the warmth of her mouth, his claws shredding the sheets as his arms give out beneath him as he struggles to cope with the new onslaught of sensation she'd thrust upon him. Sacrificing a hand for her own good, Clover's fingers grip the sharp points of his hips as she begins to bob her head, her palm pressing him down into the sheets the best she can against his strength. It's now that she becomes aware of the scent of musk that had begun to cast its dizzying spell over her, having bloomed during their earlier teasing, slowly bringing the room to a boil before they'd even realized it had simmered. Every shallow breath she takes consumes her with that spiced scent, coaxing her to take him further into her throat as her muscles melt beneath the burn that spreads across her skin.

As expected, Alastor reaches his end before either of them are quite ready for it. Truly, if Clover had been paying attention to the heavy buzz of static that vibrated pleasantly against her skin or chaotic chorus crying out from his speakers she might have been more prepared, but she'd been too captivated by the sight of Alastor falling apart beneath her to pay his radio any mind; His chest heaves with every whining breath, his body contorting as the tension in his spine is drawn so tight it threatens to snap him in two. The muscles of his stomach tense in preparation for orgasm, pushing in the divots of his ribcage as his back arches away from the bed and his hips attempt to push him deeper into the wet heat of her mouth.

Tears roll down Clover's cheeks as she fights to keep her eyes on him, lashes fluttering but her eyes never closing no matter how badly they water- Alastor is an incomparable vision spread out before her, and there would be no greater sin than to look away now. His breathing hitches as she dances her fingers across the jagged scars that curve across his hips before surrendering her security, wrapping both hands firmly around the remaining length that she can not take and swallowing back a whine as he groans raggedly in response. The small sound lifts his head from where it had been tossed back against the pillows, twisting radio dials cracking open to watch as she pulls back to circle her tongue around the tip before his cock disappears between her lips all over again with a scrape of teeth that pulls another growl from deep in his chest.

Beneath the heavy lids that curtained his eyes, she can see how black they'd become, his pupils blown wide as they follow her movements and his eyes so glassy she can almost see herself in their reflection. Clover is a mess of slick saliva and tears, the flush of her eyes just as glazed with lustful determination as she takes him deeper, swallowing against her reflexes as he bumps the back of her throat. Growling static rolls down her spine, sinking into her stomach as she squirms for an ounce of friction to soothe the throbbing between her thighs; She gives a frustrated huff as her joints twinge in discomfort, giving a fair argument to her urge to simply mount him herself so she could feel him spill inside of her, and Clover doubles her efforts to distract from her own desire. Her ears twitch forward from where they'd relaxed back against her skull when more curses bracket the whimper of her name that slips between his lips, straining through the static to hear every glorious sound he makes as he twitches against her tongue- They are a breathless plea for more with no substance, his frequency a garbled mess of words and phrases far more risque than anything she'd heard from him before.

Clover was pretty sure you still couldn't say "fuck" on the radio, but who said the rules applied to the Radio Demon?

He sits forward faster than she can blink, cupping the back of her neck to hold her in place as his hips helplessly buck against her hands, driven solely by instinct as his mind goes wondrously blank as his orgasm washes over him. Alastor finishes with a broken groan that echoes as he spills down her throat, coating her tongue with his heady scent as his knot throbs against her palms. Clover swallows all she can between slow breaths through her nose, pressing her tongue against his length and relishing in the soft whimpers of overstimulation she gets in response. When the last twitch of him spills mere drops and his hips begin to shift away from her touch, she pulls away with a wet pop; Clover bristles bashfully at the sight of his softening shaft falling against his stomach, slick with a milky mixture that sticks to his skin.

Alastor seems too spent to notice from his place collapsed back into the pillows, one arm draped delicately across his face as his breathing struggles to slow; Like a fainting damsel, in need of smelling salts and a frilly little fan. Clover tried not to snort at the mental image, sitting back on her heels and swallowing what little she could not manage before with an audible gulp.

"That…can't be pleasant."

Clover looks back up at the sound of his voice, finding Alastor watching her from beneath his arm with an unreadable expression that sits somewhere on the border of intrigue and disgust.

"It's not that bad," Clover creaks, quickly clearing her throat of its thickness before it has time to concern him. "Knowing that I'm making you feel good makes it worth it."

Wiping the remaining wetness that lingers on her lips with the back of her hand, Clover watches as a myriad of emotions flicker across his face. His eyes grew distant, and she could almost hear the wheels turning beneath the mess she'd made of his hair as he slowly sat up again, his brow furrowed in thought. The weight of his gaze nearly knocked her as he refocused, lingering on her legs for far too long to be mere happenstance before he suddenly shifted pace.

"...Well!" Alastor began, nearly startling Clover out of her skin as he hopped out of bed with surprising spryness. "I believe I owe you breakfast, but perhaps you'd like to use my amenities again as well, I know I will be wanting to bathe before beginning the day."

"You could always join me."

"What an idea!" He chirped in response, extending his arm to her with a bright smile. His animated nature was far funnier in his current state of undress, and Clover couldn't help but fall into a fit as he doubled down on his offer. "Shall we?"

Clover was only marginally surprised when he did not lead her to the familiar bathroom she'd visited before, instead leading her into an immaculate on-suite master, decorated with tiny checkered tile flooring and gold hardware. It seemed rarely used, with crisply folded clean towels, a bathtub with crisp curtains and shiny waist high red tile along white painted walls. The sparsest set of combs sat atop his vanity beside unmarked bottles of product, all of them sitting perfectly aligned beneath the curling frame of his mirror- Exactly as she would have expected from him.

All that remained of her giggling was the occasional hiccup by the time the water was done warming to her approved temperature, Alastor lifting her into the clawed foot tub before stepping in after her and closing the curtains behind them. His radio continued to play as they rinsed, the two of them struggling to find a proper position in the vintage tub before they settled. Clover could hear his nerves, paying attention to every peak of his radio as she snatched the soap from him and went to the task of lathering him herself, unwilling to allow him to take another excuse to touch him away from her. He melted into her touch soon enough, turning his back to her when asked so she could slide her hands across his shoulders and arching into her touch as she ran her knuckles down the knots in his spine. It was a mystery whether the flush that dusted his cheeks as he turned back to her was from the water's heat or embarrassment, but Alastor does not allow her long to investigate; Her own cheeks turn pink as he takes her by the waist and turns her back to him, pressing her her against his chest and making sure to keep water out of her ears as he took on the task of washing the sweat from her hair. Clover nearly purrs at the gentle scratch of his claws against her scalp, and Alastor laughs every time he's forced to straighten her head from where she'd leaned back into his palms. By the time he'd finished rinsing the suds from her hair, Clover is all but melted against him, her muscles useless against the weight of him against her back and the feeling of his hands sliding across her skin.

The decadence of his doting only continues outside of the shower; Alastor steps out first, warning her not to slip as he fetches two towels from the radiator nearby and ties one around his waist. He wraps her warm, fluffy scarlet before carefully lifting her from the tub and placing her on the bathmat below, and her toes curl into the plush padding as he rustles her hair with yet another, equally warm towel before they're lifted from it once again as Alastor dutifully carries her to the safety of the vanity, careful to not let her feet touch the cold floor.

Clover's giggling returns as Alastor shakes stray water droplets from his hair, this time with his own accompaniment as he smoothes back the rustled mess of red with careful claws. Clover dried her own hair in the interim, squeezing out the excess moisture and attempting to adjust her bangs so that they would not dry in an awkward position. Their silence is pleasant, softly backtracked by the piano melody he'd chosen to play as he attentively combed through his hair, seeming utterly at ease with her sitting on the counter beside him. Eventually, Clover gives up on her own appearance, too caught up in watching as his eyes narrowed to scrutinize an out of place coif and how his palms gleamed with oil the oil he smoothed it back into place with; Simply admiring him, as she always did.

Alastor's gaze softened when his eyes found hers in their reflection, his fingers reaching out for hers and finding them waiting for him as he spoke with absolute clarity, unfiltered by his radio.

"I suppose all this should act as a confirmation of our courtship."

If Clover hadn't been sure that it would have startled Alastor to death, on top of being incredibly embarrassing, she would have jumped for joy. Instead, she laughs, shaking head fondly at him as she claps a hand over her face and lets out an utterly unladylike snort at his painfully precise word choice.

"Al- We've been dating for months, whether we admitted to it or not."

"A bit ridiculous of us, isn't it?"

"Just a little," Clover said. "But I like us that way."