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Tic tic tic

The clock on the wall continued to count down, filling the small man sitting at the dining table with dread. 

How did it get like this?

The early morning sun shone off the man's blonde hair, casting him in a halo like glow. Lucifer sighed as he looked down at his milkless bowl of cereal. He had returned from walking Charlie to her daycare, his perfect little angel smiling up at him with her missing front tooth and waving goodbye from the play yard until he was out of sight.

There was a killer on the loose so the father did not take any chances by letting one of the other mom's of their suburb take his daughter to school with their gaggle of kids. There were currently no leads; the killer hunted men and women and left no trace expect the mutilated, bloody corpses of the home owners. The latest murdered couple had been a few of streets down from his own home! 

But that was not the issue that worried the young man's lip between his teeth. 

Lucifer gathered the dishes from the table and took them to the sink. He quickly put the dried dishes away and started on the two bowls from this morning. There had been an advertisement in this months magazine about a new machine that could clean dishes for you. Betty thought it was the best thing to come out since sliced bread, but the blonde didn't want a machine taking a task from him and leaving him with less throughout the day.

Tic tic tic

Like clock work, the problem would be arriving at his doorstep soon, and Lucifer was going to end things! Sure his marriage with Lilith was all but name only now. His family had warned him about her. She came from an affluent family of business as well, could hold her own in any board meeting and was all but the heir to her family's business in everything but name. In this day and age it was impressive how much Lilith had accomplished as a woman. It had only taken one meeting for Lucifer to be absolutely enamored as she informed the fellow CEO of a rival company, Adam, of her father's hostile takeover of his company.

Lucifer felt tears prickle at his eyes so he grabbed the broom and began sweeping. There is practically nothing on the floor as he does the same routine everyday to occupy his time. He should be thinking about dinner in case it would be for three people tonight, or at least Charlie's after school snack. Susan had suggested a dish called Marry Me Chicken that was sure to impress his wife. The blonde tried to go over the grocery list but his mind continued to spiral back to the past. 

He thought they loved each other. They had gotten married without his family's blessing and he began working at her own family's business once the Magne’s disowned him. They had a beautiful daughter together soon after and it seemed like nothing could be better!

When Charlie was born Lucifer had offered to stay home with her. His wife had not taken to motherhood quite as quickly as he and she abhorred the idea of being a stay at home mother. Lilith knew her family's business and would be running it anyway if she wasn't a woman. He had always been more of a creative, incorporating many of his ideas to bring more profit for his in-laws. All she had to do was sign Lucifer's signature on documents and no one knew! It seemed like the perfect solution.

Then Lilith started coming home later and later. Lucifer had smiled and tried to bear it. She was just taking care of things for the better of their growing family!

Lucifer grabbed the mop next. As the water filled the bucket he glanced at the clock, 8:30. A shiver trickled down his spine. The small man scrubbed at the counter by the sink while he waited on the water to keep those images at bay. He just needed to focus on being a good spouse again! There was no use in reminiscing about things he couldn't change and he needed to take action on the ones he could. 

The last straw had come when his wife missed Charlie's birthday party and he felt he had to step in. Lucifer had dropped his princess off at daycare, dressed in an old suit and headed to the office. And then subsequently found his wife locked in an embrace with their old rival  Adam on the desk in her office. Lilith had not even batted an eye. She just informed Lucifer she needed a marriage and child for her image. Also that she would have never been able to run the company as a woman without his signature and if he had just stayed home like a good spouse he would have never had to know.

So now they played house. Sometimes Lilith came home and sometimes she was gone for days. She would put on a show in front of her family, praising Lucifer for his dedication to their daughter. Her father would smile knowingly at his son-in-law, happy to finally have the cover his daughter needed to work in a man’s world. At home Lilith was cold. She set up dance, singing and tutoring lessons for their little girl. Wanting to mold her into a strong independent woman like herself. But their daughter never asked for her, sought comfort in her father’s arms when she needed a cuddle, and rarely even called her mom. Charlie had stopped asking for her mother when she began not coming home for days on end and didn't even seem to notice the difference really. Lucifer had always been the loving parent in the relationship and they already slept in separate rooms. 

Lucifer sighed in front of his mirror as he changed out of his work clothes and into this month's stylish look Lilith had brought him. She always wanted him dressed in his best so everyone could see her lovely family and perfect life. The sports pullover was a light pink color with a white triangle that started from his shoulder and connected below his ribcage. He grabbed the matching white tennis shorts and his casual slippers. Next he styled his hair in its usual pompadour fashion. Not that Lilith ever noticed the effort he put into keeping their marriage alive or at least the appearance of it. When she was home she always tutted at his cleaning skills or made snide remarks about his cooking. 

He was trapped. Unable to return to his family after being disowned and all of his money controlled by his wife. His father-in-law made sure no one knew Lilith was actually running things and their account was tied to the business. He did not want to uproot Charlie and tear apart the only family she knew. No matter how unhealthy it probably was. So he just sat in his empty house during the day until his daughter came home and brought all the light in his life with her. 

The clock chimed at 9 a.m. and a crisp knock sounded from the front door. Right on time.

Lucifer descended the stairs from their bedroom on shaky legs, rehearsing the words he had practiced all night in his head. 

He wasn't sure when it had started, his odd attraction to the same gender. Perhaps in childhood at Sunday school when that choir boy sang like an angel. Or that handsome business partner Micheal used to golf with. He had ignored the fleeting feelings for years until he had married his beautiful wife. Maybe the spite that had grown when he pictured his Lilith in the arms of that asshole Adam had started this anew. But at some point his attention had been brought to the talk of the neighborhood gossip ring and his secret attraction to some men had resurfaced.

The woman of their small suburb always crooned at how wonderful of a husband Lucifer was. They would drop by to check on him and Charlie in the early days; offering advice for child rearing, home remedies, dinner recipes, and friendship. At first many a lady had insinuated other offers to the only man in the neighborhood from 7 a.m. to 7 p.m., but had quickly realized Lucifer only had eyes for his wife. He was so grateful to the other house spouses. The loneliness that clawed at him while alone in this house would have consumed him years ago without them. 

Recently the ladies knew something was up and made sure to all drop in as their little house husband seemed blue more and more. After one too many cocktails he had revealed the truth and learned of all the other girls husband's unfaithfulness with the secretary, maid, or nanny. They had all been lush sipping margaritas in the back yard when the sound of a delivery truck had all the women jumping up to run to the fence. Lucifer had wobbled over as well, peeking above the top of the barrier to see what had all the hens clucking. The milk truck had stopped next door and when the delivery man hopped out all the ladies held their breath. 

The blonde’s eyes had widened as the most handsome man he had ever seen stepped out. The man was obviously mixed race, with dark tan skin and curly brown hair under his milkman cap. The all white outfit did not hide his lovely athletic form as he lifted his basket of milk bottles and moved crates around the truck. When he bent over to place the milk on the doorstep the group was also treated to a very nice view of his rear. 

The girls all giggled as the delivery man rang the doorbell and turned, immediately swiveling his head towards the sound and smiling broadly at them.

"Salutations!" 

Lucifer could feel a blush creep up his face as the man crossed the lawn towards the group of moms. As he got closer the blonde realized how tall the milkman was. He would barely come to his chest! The girls all said Lucifer's height was adorable, many stood over him even in their cute lil kitten heels. He had always loved Lilith’s height difference, those mile-long legs in a leather skirt had been his downfall after all.

"Oh hello Alastor!" the girls purred as the man approached.

Alastor smiled crookedly, showing off a lucky tooth gap as he leaned on the top of the fence to wink at them. “I have yet to meet the lady of this house-" 

The taller man's eyes widened as he spotted Lucifer in the middle of the woman. 

"Oh! Lulu here is the head of the household! He stays home with his adorable daughter and we keep him out of trouble!" Marg twittered and patted the blonde's head in indication.

"Well, you don't see many father's stepping up! A noble pursuit." 

Lucifer felt his face darken further at Alastor's sincere words.

Most of the other husbands in the neighborhood sneered when they passed him. He didn't mind, the fellas were some of the worst people he had met and he knew each of their misgivings to their wives. But after that day Alastor had been sure to say hello to Lucifer on his route and the two had begun chatting more and more to his neighbors' delight. The girls had come up with the idea of him getting to know the milkman and learning his preferences as each lonely wife had their eye on the tall, dark and handsome man. Lucifer had laughed and went along with it as he enjoyed the milkman’s company.

The Magne home was added to the milk run route and Lucifer would conveniently be outside after the paper around 9 a.m. everyday. As Alastor became comfortable around the other, more and more of his snide humor and intelligence showed itself. Lucifer had missed the game of words, thrilled to finally have someone to snip back and forth like he and Lilith had in the early days. Alastor never revealed much about himself, only that he enjoyed hunting and worked as a radio host for a graveyard shift. Lucifer had tuned in once when Charlie was safely tucked away in bed and that's where he realized how much he enjoyed the sound of the other’s voice. 

The blonde had started looking forward to 9 o’clock everyday. He would make sure his chores were done and he looked his best as Alastor had a sense for fashion and often complimented the smaller man's looks. Slowly the milkman had begun slipping in other flirtations. Teasing Lucifer about his house spouse status and that Jenny’s new corded skirt dress would suit him, or how well he kept the home when the taller man would drop the milk into his door, or how he could not understand how Lilith didn't appreciate such a good ménagère. Lucifer still remembered the day he could resist no longer and pulled the taller man into a searing kiss inside his doorway.

One thing led to another and had finally brought the house spouse to his current dilemma today. 

Another crisp knock on the door jogged the blonde from his memories. Stilling his resolve he finally opened the door.

"Well good morning Mr. Magne, I have your delivery,” Alastor leaned against the door frame to loom over the smaller man, the basket of milk bottles dangling from his other hand.

Warm chocolate eyes peered through half lidded eyelids down at him. That cocky smirk lighting up Lucifer's core like the molten lava cake Ruth specialized in. 

"I-I," Lucifer squeaked and tried to clear his throat. “I don't need any milk today Alastor...in fact, I believe you should take me off your route." 

Those eyes sharpened and the corner of the other man's lip twitched. “Is that so Mr. Magne?"

"Yes!" Lucifer gulped. “I'm sorry for the inconvenience but your services will no longer be needed,” before his resolve could crumble the blonde went to shut the door. “Good day Alastor, it was a pleasure to-"

A dark hand shoots out to hold the door. Lucifer gasps and tries to push it further but it does not budge. The taller man chuckles softly and sits the milk down inside the door frame before pushing it wide enough to slip past.

"You see, I don't think I believe you Lulu,” Lucifer took a step back and Alastor pursued, like a hunting dog on a scent. "The ladies say your wife hasn't been back for days. Must be lonely in this house all day with your daughter off to school." 

The taller man shut the door behind him, one step overtaking two of the other's steps backwards. Lucifer tries to muster up the courage to force the milkman from his home, he may be small but he is surprisingly strong! But he is distracted when he bumps into the small end table in the hall, knocking the vase of flowers Alastor picked him the other day to the floor. Strong hands wrap around his waist to pull him into the other’s chest, the smell of petrichor filling his senses.

"Careful Doll, don't want you to step on glass,” the milkman purrs, slipping one of the house spouse’s blonde curls behind his ear.

Lucifer shivers at the feeling of those warm hands tracing along his jaw to tilt his chin up. “Alastor..." 

"Tell me to leave again and I'll go,” Alastor leans down to whisper the words, meeting sky blue eyes with his own earthen one's. “I'll let you keep on playing house and not darken your doorstep again." 

A whine escapes the smaller man at the thought of going back to pretending everything's ok. To pretend to be the happy house husband that supports his wife and dotes on his daughter. To plastering on a smile everyday as he watches the outside world from his gilded cage.

Pale hands claw at the white uniform as he pulls the taller man to his lips, groaning as they come together again in their usual routine. Alastor's large hands wrap around the other's hips to pull him up onto the end table and against the wall. He makes quick work of Lucifer's shirt while the blonde's legs wrap around his middle to grind against his already hard member. His shoulders are still decorated with the milkman's marks from their other rendezvous. Lucifer has no need to hide them as Lilith has not touched him since Charlie was conceived. 

The girls would have a fit if they ever found out about him and Alastor…or maybe cheer him on. They were pretty sure Rebecca and Stacy were having more than brunch on Tuesdays and Thursdays after all. 

“Did you think if you ended this your wife would come back to you?” Alastor hums in the other’s ear, running his hands down the smaller man's ribs to push him harder against the wall. 

Lucifer whines, tangling his fingers in the taller man's curly hair to tug on the ends harshly. Alastor growls and surges forward, nipping and licking at the blonde’s plush lips to gain entrance. 

“She cannot have you Mon cher, you are mine!”

The blonde arches up against the milkman at the claim, desperately needing someone to want him. “I'm sorry!”

Glass crunches under Alastor’s heel as he picks the smaller man up to move them from the hallway. The milkman swallows the sounds the desperate house spouse makes. They're behind schedule now and he needs to move them along. Alastor stumbles into the dining room, Lucifer making the journey as difficult as possible as he tries to grind against his lover. The milkman deposits him onto the table and the smaller man is thankful he cleaned up the dishes earlier.

Lucifer kicks off his casual slippers as the taller man renews his bite marks. He should feel guilty he is indulging in this once again. He should have the strength to put an end to this affair. But all he feels is vindication. The smaller man groans as Alastor pulls away, sitting in the chair before him.

“How will you make it up to me Lulu?” the other asks with smoldering eyes, his hand trailing down to unbutton his white pants.

Lucifer’s lip wobbles as he watches that large cock be pulled from its confines. A bead of pre cum forms at the tip and the house spouse slips from the table to sink to the floor to catch it. Alastor laughs darkly as the smaller man chases it with his tongue, cheeks flaming in shame. But when large hands card through his hair encouragingly, Lucifer can't find it in himself to care.

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Alastor should have moved on from this neighborhood by now. 

He stalked a couple to their suburban home, switching routes with Hollis temporarily. No one liked delivering to these upper echelon homes as the white families were nutritiously racist. But the disgusting man and his wife had made a remark to Alastor's mother and he determined it was worth the abuse. 

The women of the neighborhood had been easily won over, however, and their husbands were never home during his deliveries. Alastor actually gained a lot of useful information from the ladies of the business men, each ready to moan about their misfortune and hope he would 'alleviate' them of their loneliness. His job as a milkman was the perfect cover to learn people's schedules and gain access to their homes. The women were always so forthcoming about where they hid their keys.

His current target was a TV host that had been broadcasting some rather racist programs. Alastor had met the man once because of his late night job as a radio host. The TV station wanted to use their segment for advertising and their star had taken a peculiar liking to the darker man despite his clearly mixed ethnicity. The last thing he needed was a TV star using his influence to put more eyes on the secret serial killer. 

He should change routes with John who would jump at the opportunity to take a route full of desperate housewives. Then he could deliver near the other man's neighborhood and learn his routines. But then he met Lucifer.

At first he had been shocked to find a 'house husband' among the ladies on his route. A title absolutely unheard of except in the higher class of society he supposed. He had dreaded the thought of the man becoming a thorn in his side and yapping to the other husbands about the milkman chatting up their wives. But the blonde had been surprisingly pleasant and polite, chatting with Alastor in the morning until they had gotten to know each other. 

The small man was sharp and witty. They had quickly fallen into playful banter to one up the other. Lucifer had been someone once, until his wife conned it all from him. Now stuck in a loveless marriage for the sake of his daughter the house spouse had been far too easy to nudge into a more scandalous direction. He had thought Lucifer could be useful, even more so than the lonely wives of the neighborhood, and a distraction while he decided his next move.

Small hands tangle in his curly hair, tugging roughly and pulling his attention back to the blonde in his lap. 

Alastor growled and sank his sharp teeth into Lucifer's slim neck. The small man's back arched back against his chest as he pounded up into his warm body. The taller man was sitting at the other's dining table bouncing the blonde on his cock, an empty milk bottle before them. 

Lucifer had been stripped down to just a cute frilly pink and white striped cooking apron. His face was flushed a lovely red that crept down his chest to color his pale skin. Teeth marks littered that lily white neck and shoulders while fingerprint bruises bloomed under his hands where he gripped the other's hips. The smaller man was begging to be touched, his pretty cock bouncing under the front of the apron each time Alastor slammed back into him.

"Almost ready Darlin’?" the darker man crooned in his lover's ear, biting down on the ear lobe and moving the apron aside.

"Y-yes! Please Al, p-please touch me!" Lucifer whined as his member slapped against his own stomach, leaving precum splattered all over himself. 

Alastor hummed pleased and finally wrapped his large hand around Lucifer length. The blonde used his hold on the other man's neck to leverage himself to meet his hips as he thrust up into his body. Lucifer was surprisingly flexible and had the core muscles to show he was more than just a little doll for his wife's playhouse image. 

It only took a few more thrusts timed with the strokes of his hand to pull the orgasm from his lover. The blonde's back bowed and head fell back over the taller man’s shoulder, giving him perfect access to smell the scent from his neck. His body clamped down on Alastor's member, trying to milk him but the delivery man was not ready to let go just yet. Cum shot over the table in long white strings as Lucifer slumped boneless against him. 

"Oh Lulu,” the blonde whined as a large hand gripped his chin to direct his attention forward from its resting place on his shoulder. “You missed the bottle."

Before Lucifer could process what was happening Alastor hooked his hands under the smaller man's thighs to pick him up off his cock and shove him chest down onto the dining table. Lucifer yelped as a hand pressed down between his shoulder blades and his own cum was smeared onto his apron beneath him. His short legs dangled off the end of the table and he weakly clawed at the surface. The glass bottle fell over and rolled towards the edge before Alastor snatched it from the air and sat it beside the blonde's head. 

"Looks like we will have to try again, Mon cher." 

Lucifer's body trembled from the afterglow of his climax, mind struggling to comprehend what the taller man was saying. Alastor's smile stretched widely as his hand kneaded the other's pert ass, his hole red and stretched already. He released the pressure on the blonde's shoulder to take himself in hand and line back up to his entrance. 

"Al-Alastor…I can't!" the smaller man whined as he felt the tip push back into him. 

Alastor knew better. Lucifer had a surprising amount of stamina and he had made the man come three times one afternoon. Luckily, Matilda was walking the children home that day and he had left the blonde in a nice hot bath before departing. He couldn't help the groan that escaped him as he sank back into the other man's inviting body. It was like he was made for the serial killer. His very own temptation to his normally lacking sexual desire. 

During their time together Lucifer had proven what a good little house spouse he was. Once he realized Alastor wasn't into sweets he would surprise the milkman with freshly baked bread. He stayed fit by playing tennis with the ladies and up keeping the home. And he even dazzled the other man with his wonderful violin skills. Lucifer was also not only kind to Alastor because he found him attractive; the delivery man had seen the other speak with the black paper boy and tip him extra for his work. He was protective of the ladies of the neighborhood and loving to his daughter. When one of the snooty husbands made a slur at him Lucifer had been quick to demand an apology for his sake then Alastor had to drag the feral thing off the other man when it escalated into a fist fight. The small man was surprisingly strong. The women had shunned poor Darla and her husband until they apologized to the blonde and Alastor had received a batch of cookies from the housewife. 

The taller man pumped his hips slowly, letting the other’s overstimulated body reignite. One hand wrapped back around Lucifer's hip to hold him steady while the other slipped beneath his body and up the apron to his chest. The blonde weakly pushed up on the table to make room as his finger found a hardened nipple to play with.

"Maybe we can get some milk from here,” Alastor teased as he leaned over the other man, nipping at his shoulders.

Lucifer keened, drool running down his chin as he panted, eyes squeezed shut while his blush darkened. The man was so sensitive, everywhere Alastor touched his small body responded like it was their first time again.

Lucifer had been so shy their first heated affair. He had never been with another man and had been neglected as his wife was no longer interested once her goal of a child was met. Alastor had been trained by Mimizy and her friends long ago as they tried to figure out the milkman’s preference. Each hoping the handsome youth would fall for them, until they accepted his lack of interest and waited hopeful for him to be in the rare mood for a partner. The smaller man had cum on only his fingers that day, flushed pink and wanting as he yearned for anything Alastor would give him. The serial killer had found himself instantly obsessed, wanting to ruin the fake image the other presented to the world and find the thing beneath his skin that craved to be free. 

He should have moved on from this neighborhood weeks ago...but he just kept returning to the Magne residence. The angelic man called out to him like a siren song. He couldn't get enough. He wanted to devour this man like his other victims. 

Alastor's hand pinched at the abused nipple one last time before trailing up his chest to his throat. Lucifer moaned as he lightly wrapped his finger around his slim neck. It would be so easy to over power him, to steal the breath from those plush pink lips and never return. The blonde had given him an out, had even wanted to end their little affair today. But the thought filled him with anger and a possessive rush of lust to remind the other that he belonged to him! His mind no longer knew if it wanted to hear him scream in agony or ecstasy. 

Maybe he should find out when his little siren's wife was scheduled to come home and ensure his lovely skin was painted fresh with his claim. Or stay long enough to see the woman arrive so she could witness what a beautiful mess he made of her husband. Someone should know who Lucifer belonged to. 

He chased the thoughts away by picking up his pace, pounding back into the other's addicting body. Lucifer wailed, arching his back and Alastor placed a claiming kiss on his cheek. Tears slipped past the blonde's closed eyes and the milkman lapped them up. He would make sure Lucifer could only think of him, would never be able to suggest their parting again, and was just as consumed by their heat as his own obsession. 

Alastor's hand abandons the slim hip to slide around and find Lucifer hard once again. The taller man smirks and leans up, grabbing the empty milk bottle and pulling the blonde back on to his cock and further from the table. He stands tall to bring Lucifer higher into the air, his small hands scrambling for purchase as the bottle is held before his bouncing member.

"Don't miss this time ma femme au foyer!"

"Fuck!" Lucifer cries out as Alastor slams into him, only pulling back far enough to grind back against the sweet spot within.

It only takes a few more hard thrust before both men are at their limit. Alastor's grip on the bottle almost shatters the glass as he comes, pushing deep into the smaller man to fill him with his seed. Lucifer's body clamps down as he follows, milking the man for all he has as his own cum splatters onto his clean floor and into the empty bottle. Alastor laughs breathlessly as he sees the no longer empty glass and sits it and Lucifer's limp body onto the table. 

The blonde whines as Alastor's cock slides from him. He wipes the spend onto the smaller mans ass cheek and trembling thighs. Spreading his scent so maybe the other woman would know someone satisfies her husband while she is away. The milkman tucks himself away and readjusts his clothes. He admires the lithe form draped across the dining table and the mess they have made. The serial killer can't resist leaning back over the small body, gently maneuvering his chin to slip his tongue into the other's waiting mouth. Lucifer hums happily, eyes drooping sleepily and glazed in pleasure. 

Alastor nips at the plush lips to hear one last whine from the other man before standing up and heading for the front door. The milkman retrieves his basket of bottles and sets one full bottle of milk by the door. He hears the blonde groan tiredly from the other room and smirks as he adjusts his cap.

"I'll see you tomorrow at 9 Lulu." 

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Oh lord he was going to make a fool of himself. 

His face is bright red as he pulls at the lacy pink shorts even though tugging them down won’t hide anything.

He sits on the edge of the bed as he pulls up the black stockings to complete the outfit. Once he had both clipped to his garter he stands up again and looks at himself in the full length mirror in his and his wife's bedroom. 

His chest is covered in a blush pink bra that is silk on the bottom cup covering his nipples and lace on the top where typically women’s breasts would fill it out. He has to admit he did well at taking in the silk and lace bra so that it fit his flat chest. Luckily taking in fabric from an A cup was not difficult after sewing princess dresses for his daughter since she was old enough to ask for them. 

His lower half is covered in pink lace shorts (he just wasn’t ready to commit to a pair of actual panties yet!) and a black garter and stockings. He decides not to wear the black kitten heels Rebecca and Stacy insisted would look amazing with the lingerie set. 

He was so thankful for the two women who had become close confidants for him. There have been rumors among the house spouses that the two ladies were more than friends and Lucifer had been careful when approaching them. Once they had all gotten comfortable the truth had just spilled out between them. Like they were just looking for people like them. People who were attracted to the same sex and had somehow found happiness in a loveless marriage.  Their friendship had grown quickly from there. 

At first he had been nervous to ask the two women about their opinion of men wearing lingerie but the thought had lodged in his brain and he couldn’t get it out. 

Alastor liked to tease Lucifer about being a house spouse. Never in a cruel way like the other husbands in the suburbs who thought him less of a man for raising his daughter instead of working at an office. Alastor said it like it was something to be proud of. Or something…sexy. 

The milkman also liked to tell him how cute he would look in some of the other ladies outfits. Little comments here and there about how if he just purchased a pair of heels like the other wives it would be easier to kiss him. Or how fetching he would look in Julia’s pencil skirt with his small waist. 

The idea had worked its way into his mind like an earworm until he couldn’t resist anymore. 

The girl’s had been ecstatic and fully supportive about the idea. Luckily Rebecca was close in size to Lucifer and Stacey had been more than willing to let her mistress try on any number of lingerie that would work with the house husband’s pale complexion. They had settled on the pink and black because they said the contrast in colors would make him look innocent yet tempting. Like a fallen angel. 

A knock at the door made him jump. He quickly checked the clock on the dresser and cursed seeing it was 9 o’clock already. 

Lucifer looked at himself again and tried to swallow with a dry throat. He grabbed the sheer black robe that went with the set and put it on even though it literally hid nothing. He should have gone with the silk robe! 

He hurried down the stairs trying to ensure he didn’t slip in the tights in his rush.

“Coming!” he called. 

He paused at the door to look through the peephole even though he only ever had one person knock on his door every week day at 9 a.m.

He could see the milkman’s confident smile through the glass and it made his heart beat jump. 

God he’s going to make a complete fool of himself.

Taking a deep breath to try and settle his erratic heart he slowly opened the door making sure to only peek his head around and keep the rest of his body hidden.

“Hello Mr. Magne, I have your delivery,” Alastor says in his smooth voice that makes Lucifer go weak in the knees. 

“Sorry I was just getting ready! Um-come in!” Oh god his voice sounds squeaky with nerves. This is embarrassing.

Alastor raises an eyebrow but smiles and walks through the door. 

“I hope I’m not interrupting you,” the milkman says, still facing away from him as he takes his cap off and sets the milk on the entrance table. 

Lucifer shuts the door and leans his back against it trying to steady himself. He wants to look confident and sexy but he feels the heat on his cheeks and he is already biting at his lip, Lilith says it’s a bad habit and he must stop. 

He watches Alastor turn around in what feels like slow motion and freezes. The usually cool and collected milkman’s eyes widen just a fraction and they travel down and up his body, taking him in. 

His eyes seem to burn Lucifer’s skin making him blush all the way down to his chest and force him to clutch at the robe to try and hide it. 

Alastor steps closer to him until he is leaning with one hand on the door above Lucifer’s head, boxing him in. His other hand reaches for the belt and pulls one of the ends gently through his fingers as he brings it to his lips.

“And who are you getting ready for la ménagère?” he asks in that low voice that has Lucifer press his other hand on the door to keep himself standing.

“For you,” it comes out small and breathless but pulls a wicked grin from Alastor. 

“Well then, let’s go somewhere a little more private so I can see you.”

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Alastor has been offered quite a few gifts from the lonely housewives of the neighborhood. He usually turns them down politely telling the ladies he cannot accept anything from his clients or that he does not enjoy sweets. But Lucifer is the exception.

The smaller man has gotten to know him well enough to bake him bread or make him a glass of ice cold sweet tea (the only sugary concoction his southern roots will not let him turn away). Sometimes Lucifer will offer him a red rose from his garden or a sketch he’s done of the birds that visit his birdbath in the backyard if he shows an interest in it. But this time his own little siren has really out done himself. 

He moved them into the living room and turned on all the lamps around the room to cast a lovely glow on his paramore's pale skin. Lucifer keeps the curtains drawn in the morning so he can vacuum them even though there cannot be a speck of dirt in the house considering he cleans it everyday. 

The Magne living room is beautifully designed with emerald green furniture, dark wood accents, gold hardware and a white carpet that’s reminiscent of the art deco era. It’s elegant and timeless compared to other households who decorate in avocado green, canary yellow or pink that's so popular now-a-days that Alastor honestly finds tacky. Lucifer told him he had redesigned the whole house after his daughter was born and he was trapped. 

He is mystified how the man keeps his carpet so white with a child running though. A true miracle worker.

Lucifer’s skin shines almost gold in this light, making him look like an angel painted on a church ceiling. As he shyly removes the sheer robe and climbs onto Alastor’s lap, he looks like one of those sad creatures that's come to sacrifice themselves in order to please a cruel God. 

The milkman cannot help himself from widening his legs so Lucifer has to lean back and open his own more to stay balanced. Alastor slides one hand up a soft thigh under a garter belt and lets the other roam to the smaller man’s pert ass soft with lace. 

He doesn’t say anything as he takes time to look at his lovely present. The silk and lace bralette has been altered to fit perfectly. His nipples are already hard so he can see the shape of them against the silk, making him want to run his tongue over them to cause the fabric to accent them even more. The smaller man is wearing a pair of lacy shorts that does nothing to hide how hard he is already or the black garter belt underneath that is connected to his black silk stockings. Alastor turns his hand and snaps the garter belt it was under. 

“I thought ladies wore the garter over their under garments,” he asks grinning as Lucifer gasps from the slap of belt. 

“The girls said if-if I wore it like this I could keep the stockings on while we-,” the smaller man pants as he speaks and looks away embarrassed at what he’s insinuating. He’s biting his lip again which never fails to make them bright red and very kissable. 

Alastor pulls him in to ravage those plush lips and hear him moan as he licks into his mouth. He tastes like coffee and sugar, probably eating pancakes for breakfast again. As the milkman leans back he licks his lips, savoring the taste. 

“I suppose you should take these off then Darlin’,” Alastor says as he squeezes a round ass cheek. 

Lucifer swallows audibly and nods his head, slowly standing like he’s in a trance. His pupils are blown wide, almost eating up all the bright blue around them. As he shakily slips off the pink lace Alastor unzips his pants and pulls his already semi hard cock out. Lucifer doesn’t even say anything as he drops to his knees and greedily reaches for him. 

“What a good girl,” Alastor purrs, which causes Lucifer to whine and squirm but not hesitate to kiss the head of cock. He opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out to lick down the underside of the milkman's shaft and back up while maintaining eye contact under hooded eyelids. 

Lucifer is such a natural at this that Alastor personally believes he should always be on his knees. He has never met a person who looks so beautiful like this. Like God's favorite angel in supplication. The house husband has always been ready to please and clearly takes pleasure from sucking cock as he moans happily. 

Lucifer closes his eyes as he takes Alastor’s member into his mouth and slowly moves down. As he sinks lower he moans, sending delicious vibrations that makes the milkman suck in a deep breath. 

Alastor hisses and barely stops himself from thrusting up into Lucifer’s perfect mouth. He allows the house spouse to bob up and done for a minute until he slides a hand through golden hair and grabs a handful so he can guide the smaller man up and down himself. Lucifer complies immediately and rests his own small hands on Alastor’s thighs. 

When Lucifer looks up at him through his delicate blonde eyelashes he cannot hold back a groan and thrust his hips up sharply. His little china doll doesn’t even choke, his gag reflex well trained not to react as Alastor thrusts into red lips. Once he’s seated all the way down that pale throat the smaller man swallows, causing the milkman to hum pleased. 

When those small hands leave his thighs and Lucifer begins to squirm and whine around his cock, Alastor pulls him off with a wet pop.

“Such an impatient femme au foyer!” Alastor grins as he pulls Lucifer’s head back so he can see the stretch of that slender lily white neck. Lucifer’s eyes are glazed with pleasure, lips wet and full from his work. His doll needs a pearl of bruises to decorate his neck with this outfit. 

“Please Al, I’ll be good!” Lucifer pants.

“Shh Mon cher,” Alastor hushes the smaller man and tugs at his hair to indicate he wants the other to stand. 

Lucifer does and Alastor is able to see how hard his paramour is already. He lets Lucifer go so the smaller man can crawl into his lap and sit up on his knees to hover over him. 

Alastor winds his hand behind his back so he can pull the house husband closer. He bends his head down so he can bring a silky nipple to his mouth. Lucifer gasps loudly as he takes a perked numb between his teeth and bites down. He brings his other hand to the front so he can pinch at the other nipple. The silk is so smooth under his fingers, it’s delightful. 

“Al please! Please don’t tease me!” Lucifer cries but arches his back to push his chest further into the milkmans clutches. Alastor chuckles and switches nipples to abuse the other one with his teeth. 

“Now doll you know I need to prepare you,” he growls onto the silk and lets his other hand slide up a silky thigh to squeeze at the smaller man's ass before slipping his fingers in between the cheeks to gently nudge at his entrance. He is surprised to already feel moisture there. 

He leans back to raise an eyebrow at Lucifer who looks embarrassed but also is trying to hide a smile.

“I already prepared myself,” he says shyly. 

Alastor growls and practically launches himself at the smaller man to kiss him. He will be sure to tell Lucifer to wait till he gets there so he can witness the show next time. It’s all tongue and teeth as he pushes one finger in to test the stretch. He hums appreciatively as it easily slides in so he adds another. He pushes in deep and goes right for the bundle of nerves that causes the house husband to sing like an angel.

“Oh there! Please Al, more!” Lucifer cries as his arms wrap around the milkman's shoulders. 

Alastor leans back to look up at the man above him.

“Go ahead doll, you know where the lube is,” he dives forwards to start sucking and nibbling at that pale neck so he can leave that string of purple pearls he was imagining earlier as he adds another finger.

Lucifer fumbles to find the front pocket of his shirt but finally finds the small bottle the milkman slips in there before he comes to the Magne house on his route. Lucifer quickly pours a good amount on his hand and throws the bottle over his shoulder so he can find the other man's cock without being able to look. 

Alastor adds a fourth finger and pumps them in and out of the smaller man as slender fingers wrap around him to slick him up. 

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Lucifer can't hold back his moans and cries as he bounces in the milkman’s lap. He feels so hot and he didn’t realize how difficult the silk stockings would make it to stay balanced. He’s holding onto Alastor’s wide shoulders as he tries to take him as deep as he can without slipping off the couch.

“Al please, please help me,” he cries as he gets frustrated wanting to feel the other more.

Alastor just hums watching him and rubbing circles on his hips over the black silk garter.

“I’m trying to enjoy the view my dear, you dressed up so nicely for me after all,” he says in the sickeningly sweet voice he uses when he’s teasing Lucifer. 

“Al I can’t anymore! Please!” the house husband whines, feeling his legs start to shake. Alastor hums and pulls him down hard and flips them. 

The taller man puts one of his knees on the couch for leverage and pushes Lucifer up so the middle of his back is against the top of the couch. He then brings his large hands under the others  knees so he can push them back and practically fold him in half. 

“I suppose you have earned a reward Mon cher,” the milkman says and leaned forwards to bite down on his neck as he begins to move his hips in earnest. He sets a fast and hard pace making Lucifer scream and lace his hands in his dark curls so he has something to hold onto. 

Oh god he's burning up. Alastor knows exactly where and how to touch him to make Lucifer fall apart. He had once thought he and Lilith had a passionate love life before they had Charlie and she refused to touch him again. But now that he’s been with Alastor he knows nothing compares to how this man acts, as if he wants to consume him whole. How he holds onto him desperately as if he fears he will disappear if he doesn’t hold him tight enough to bruise. Lucifer will press on the bruises later to ensure the whole encounter was real. That somebody wants him. 

He feels that hot feeling in the pit of his stomach start to build and wants to cry in relief.

“Al-ah Al, I’m going to cum!” he tries to warn the milkman. He can feel Alastor grin into his neck before he moves to nibble at his ear. 

“Go ahead la ménagère, you’ve been such a good girl,” Alastor purrs into his ear and it just pushes him over the edge. As his body tightens it only takes Alastor a few more hard thrusts that makes the smaller man moan pitifully before he cums too. 

They stay in that position for a moment clutching at each other and catching their breath before Alastor hoists him up and turns around to sit on the couch with Lucifer still in his lap, cock still deep inside. 

Lucifer leans his head against the taller man's shoulder and takes deep shaky breaths. 

“I’m going to have to finish my route,” Alastor says, wiping the sweat from his brow. 

“Yeah I should probably get cleaned up,” Lucifer sighs and sits up. He goes to unfasten the bra that is sticking to his skin at this point. He’s going to have to wash the whole outfit and hide it. 

Large hands grab his and pull them away to place them around the milkman's neck. Once Lucifer laces his fingers together Alastor’s hands go to his hips to lift him up. 

“Oh!” Lucifer exclaims, surprised as Alastor suddenly stands and the smaller man has to wrap his legs around his waist to not fall and remove his cock.

“I do not believe a present can unwrap itself,” Alastor says, walking out of the living room and up the stairs. “I will finish what I started and perhaps have time for a quick shower.”

Lucifer smiles and tightens his hold on the milkman’s neck. He wonders how slow of a shower he can convince the milkman to take. And thinks maybe he should invest in another set of lingerie. 

The girls had been so happy to help him after all.

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"Oh Lulu, you know Lilith is just trying to start a rumble because she is bored,” Marg huffed as the two walked back from the daycare together.

"I know I know, but she could have at least waited until Charlie left,” Lucifer sighed. “Something must have happened at work to set her off."

The red headed woman rolled her eyes. “Now I'm not an advocate for marital turmoil but your situation is unique and maybe you should give that woman a peace of your mind!"

Marg had been waiting for the neighborhood house husband to walk their children to daycare this morning when he had not shown. Lucifer was never late to anything related to his daughter and kept a pretty tight schedule in his routine so she headed to his house to check on him. She could hear his vile wife laying into the poor thing and loudly knocked on the door to give the man an out. Lilith had quickly left after that, eyeing Marg like she was daring her to try anything with her husband. Trophy wife more like it. That woman didn't even realize the catch she had!

But wasn't that the way for all of them trapped in this suburban Hell?

"Maybe I have been letting things go...anyway it's put me behind so I better get inside and start on them chores!" Lucifer tried to smile but it didn't reach his sky blue eyes.

Marg patted his cheek in comfort. “How about a girls night? We could hit the town, cut a rug, have some drinks!"

"Well...Charlie has been asking to stay the night at Vaggies."

"Perfect! We know that stuck up Sera isn't gonna come,” the woman smiled broadly and clapped her hands in excitement.

"At least her sister is good with the kids. I just feel like she is looking at my soul and judging me every time I speak with her,” Lucifer shuddered thinking about the tall, strict woman he had never seen smile at anyone but her sister. 

"I know right? Like those nuns at my school growing up,” Marg couldn't hold her own shudder at bay, those piercing silver like eyes never gave anyone slack around the neighborhood.

The two discuss plans to invite the other ladies for a girls night and to hash out the date and time later. The woman bids her friend farewell and started towards her own home. Give it another 30 minutes and her friend would be right as rain! She closed her front door and switced the deadbolt, never could be too careful with that killer still in the loose! She swiped her binoculars tucked away in the china cabinet and headed to her living room, grabbing the phone to move it to the coffee table in front of the couch. 

Humming happily she put the receiver to her ear and started to dial Jenny, twisting the cord around her finger.

"Hello?”

"Hey Sugar! You got yourself comfy for the show?" Marg chirped to her friend as she moved her curtains enough to peek through them across the road.

"Darn tootin! Hey, was that Lilith I saw leaving Lulu's this morning?"

"Oh yes and she was in a right foul mood! I caught her yelling at Lu about how bad he keeps the home and that he would never be a good father. I tell ya I coulda swung at her if he would let me!" The redhead huffed and pointed her binoculars across the road at said man's home.

She could see Lucifer buzz around the kitchen, filling a bucket of mop water and grabbing a scrub brush. It was almost 9 a.m. and the poor thing might be too distracted to enjoy himself. Marg groaned as she watched the small blonde sink the scrub brush into the soapy water the get on his hands and knees.

"Oh no he is going to scrub the grout! I swear you could eat off that man's floor and that woman has him thinken it's not good enough! His knees are going to be too sore to dance!"

"Dance? Who's dancing?"

"Oh! We are cause we are taking our Lulu out to let loose. Call the girls and let em know to start making plans! I'll tell George he is on bed time duty,” Marg pointed her binoculars down the road, seeing the familiar delivery truck moving towards their street.

"Do you think George will go for that?"

"I may have to let it slip that I know about that Chevrolet Bel Air he has been squirreling our money away for. But our man needs a treat."

"I think his treat just arrived," Jenny purred on the other end. 

Marg watched as the resident dreamboat hopped out of his milk truck with a basket of milk for the Magne home. Both women giggled excitedly as the delivery man knocked on the door. Lucifer's head popped up to call out and the other man let himself into the unlocked home. Marg slapped her forehead as the blonde continued with his floor, scrubbing ruthlessly at the pristine tile. They may not be in for a show after all. Maybe Alastor could at least cook breakfast for the smaller man as she was pretty sure that argument this morning spoiled his appetite. 

The milkman man jerked to a stop when he came around the hallway into view at the archway into the kitchen. Jenny hummed approvingly on the other end of the phone, someone's mother had raised a good boy not to step on a wet floor! Lucifer waved the other into the space as he had not mopped and had just gotten about half the grout done while the ladies had been talking on the phone. The blonde had not even looked up at the handsome man and Alastor tilted his head, trying to assess what was amiss with the other man. 

Marg bit her finger nail, that Lilith sure knew how to ruin things for everyone! All the ladies bemoaned their luck of not finding Lucifer first before that witch put a ring on his finger. Any gal in the neighborhood would give their left arm to have such a sweet and doting husband. And he wasn't hard on the eyes either, every lady in the cul-de-sac had tried to tempt him to their kitchen when he first moved in, but he was so dedicated to Lilith at the beginning of their marriage. At least now he was trying to find some happiness for himself! 

Like they all were. 

Alastor said something to the smaller man as he made his way to the table, peering under it as Lucifer crawled under to reach the tile beneath. The milkman watched as the blonde wiggled his hips on his hands and knees, not even realizing the temptation he was in such a position. Thoroughly distracted, Alastor went to set the milk bottles down on the edge of the table.

Marg and Jenny gasped as one of the bottles tipped, the delivery man's hand not quite fast enough to catch it as milk sloshed out and landed on the clean floor. The liquid splashed right on Lucifer's ankle, causing the poor man to jerk and knock his head on the table above him. Another bottle wobbled and turned over, half the milk pouring out and down onto the house husband's new checkered pants.

"Oh the fool!" Jenny hissed, outraged on her friend's behalf. Everyone knew what idiots men could be with no consideration of how their actions could mess up a mornings hard work!

Lucifer yelped as the cold milk hit him. Alastor righted the bottle to save half of it as the blonde hopped up, face red and angry as he threw his brush to the ground and his mouth moved furiously as he tore into the delivery man.

"You tell him Sweetie!" Marg cheered as the milkman seemed to visibly shrink from the tongue lashing. Their Lulu was quite the spit fire and was not to be trifled with! If only he could do the same to his wife. 

Lucifer tapped his feet huffily and folded his arms against his chest as the taller man grabbed a rag from the counter, placing the bottles safely there, and got down on his own knees to clean the spill. Honestly it wasn't really the milkman's fault, the house husband was probably still upset from this mornings little spat and a hair trigger away from an explosion. Marg was about to call it quits and instruct Jenny to start making phone calls to the others girls for their night out. 

The blonde looked down at the other man and pinched his nose, taking a deep breath and biting his lip. Oh she hopped he wasn't about to burst into tears! Men could be so bad with emotions and they didn't need Alastor making the situation worse. But Lucifer just touched the taller man's shoulder and seemed to looked apologetic as he spoke. The milkman sat back on his knees and watched the other with calculating eyes. The house husband frowned at his ruined pants and went for his belt, likely preparing to throw them into the wash before the milk smell set in. 

Jenny's gasped as Alastor stopped the smaller man, grinning wickedly up at him. Lucifer's face bloomed a beautiful shade of red as the milkman pulled the belt from its loops and tossed it behind him, reaching for the buttons of the checkered slacks. The blonde shivered and reached for the table behind him as the other man drew the pants down to the floor, helping him step out of the wet clothing. 

"Well what do we have here!" Marg moved closer to the window, binoculars almost hitting the glass as she tried to zoom in physically. 

Lucifer was wearing a pair of lacy woman's briefs! Where in the world did the house husband get those? She would need to interrogate the other ladies...or find a way to accidentally leave some cute panties in the man's home next time she was over. He would look lovely in a satin red pair. Marg fanned her hot face at the mere thought of the neighborhood cutie all dolled up for his milkman. 

The things you learn about your own tastes!

Alastor leaned closer to the smaller man, nosing at his clothed cock and running his hands up creamy white thighs. Lucifer bit his bottom lip, knees shaking at the new sensation. While their Lulu had done this for the delivery man they were unsure if the act had been reciprocated. The taller man's large hands squeezed at the plump flesh as his tongue licked a wet strip up the blush colored lace. 

Lucifer's eyes closed in a moan, head falling back and grip tightening on the edge of the table. Marg placed the phone in her shoulder and while one hand held the binoculars the other one slipped under her own dress. If Jenny's breathless sounds were any indicator she was feeling just as hot and bothered.

The house husband soon had a wet spot on the front of his woman's underwear as Alastor teased until the other's member was hard. The milkman stopped to smirk up at his lover, waiting until Lucifer peeked down at him to start pulling down the lace briefs. A pretty pale and pink cock spring up once freed, causing the blonde to bite his lip and whine at the cold air. A large hand wrapped around him, slowly pumping the length as the milkman said something that flushed the house husbands skin down to past the collar of his shirt. Lucifer nodded in a daze, eyes never leaving Alastor dark lips.

The milkman's tongue lulled out as he leaned forward slowly, teasing the poor man in his hands. Lucifer threw his head back as the other man took him into his mouth, hands flying out to tangle in his dark curls. Alastor bobbed his head slowly and kept one hand on the blonde's hip to keep him from thrusting forward. The other hand soon abandoned its hold on Lucifer's cock as he took more down his throat, the other hand reaching into his front pocket.

"Someone's prepared,” Jenny purred as the milkman pulled out a small bottle. 

Alastor popped off the smaller man's member to kiss at the tip, lapping at the shaft as he let go of the now bruised hip to slather his finger in lube. Poor Lucifer was a trembling mess at this point. Skin flushed and panting as he watched the handsome man on the floor. 

"Oh how is Lulu so flexible?!" 

Marg gasped as one of Alastor's hands wrapped around Lucifer's thigh to push it up and over his shoulder. The smaller man shifted his weight to the foot still on the ground and grabbed at the edge of the table behind him for support. As the milkman took his lovers cock back into his mouth a finger teased at his entrance to work him open.

The blonde became a babbling mess as Alastor inserted one finger and then another the more stretched he became. When Lucifer's legs threatened to give out the taller man grabbed him by the other thigh and hooked it over his shoulder as well. Before the blonde could lean back on the table the milkman was rising, fingers slipping from his body so large hands could cradle Lucifer's ass as he kept him in his mouth and stood. 

Jenny and Marg's mouth hung open in surprise as the delivery man managed to hold the smaller man up, muscles straining deliciously in the white uniform, and move him to the counter sink in front of the window. Lucifer back thumped against the glass as he arched when three of Alastor's finger breached him again. 

The milkman popped off the blondes cock and he looked around until his eyes landed on the half empty bottle. 

"Oh dear Satan…” Jenny praised as Alastor poured the milk all over Lucifer's nice white button up shirt. 

Marg reached for the pentagram necklace under her blouse. As she watched the climax of their 9 a.m. show, much better than any smutty book they've read, she is reminded to schedule the next 'book club' meeting with the girls. Perhaps she will suggest a spell to cast on Lucifer's wife as their next activity…

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Lucifer cried out as the cool liquid hit his heated skin, fingers scrambling to grab at the milkman and bring him to his lips.

Alastor moaned as they molded together, the blonde licking into the other's mouth to fight for dominance. He could taste himself on the others tongue and it made his hips jerk with the fingers still pumping into him. He was folded in half as his legs were still thrown over Alastor's shoulders and now crowded against the window behind him. Did he shut the curtains? 

The taller man kissed at the plush pink lips before leaning away to grin salaciously at the house husband. "I told you I could get milk from these."

Alastor dips his head to take one of the pink nipples showing through the blonde's now see through wet shirt. Lucifer's head hits the glass as his back bows. The milkman takes the rest of the pec into his mouth, sinking his teeth in the flesh to leave a bite mark before sucking at it. 

"Fuck Al! I'm gonna cum!" The house husband yanks at the others curls as he runs his tongue over the nub.

"Be a good girl and cum with only my finger!" Alastor croons before sinking his teeth into the other pec. 

Lucifer's body squeezes the man he is wrapped around like he can't bear for the other to be away from him, wants to sink into his lover's flesh to forever rest near his heart, to never be lonely again. 

"Ma belle femme au foyer,” Alastor whispers as he crocks his fingers and rubs deep against the bundle of nerves inside the other man.

The house husband screams as he cums, shooting his seed all over the milkman's uniform. Alastor gentles him through his climax, fingers slowly their pace in and out of him while their lips connect again for a passionate kiss. Lucifer lazily responds, mind heavy as his body tremors in bliss. His mouth tastes of milk and copper. He is reminded of when Lilith used to breastfeed Charlie, the bond of mother's milk he could never achieve with his baby girl. 

When they finally untangle from one another Lucifer's nose crinkles at the mess they have made. 

"Come on," he sighs tiredly. “I'll put our clothes in the wash."

Hopefully Jenny next door doesn't mind getting her milk a little late. Alastor helps the smaller man from the counter onto shaky legs and grabs his abandoned checkered pants from the floor. They make their way to the laundry room as the milkman unbuttons his uniform shirt. Lucifer is treated to the taller man's arm and back muscles as he loads the wash. Luckily his black silk bath robe is still hanging to dry tucked behind the door where his wife won't see it so he slips it on. 

Once he puts the soap in and turns the machine on he hops up onto it, knowing it will shake horribly until it gets a good rhythm going. He really should ask Lilith for a new one, but he doesn't want her taking it out of the allowance she gives him. He closes his eyes at the thought of her, his earlier bad mood gone from his tryst in the kitchen. A hand travels up his thigh to rub at the soft silk and draw his attention. Lucifer smiles fondly at the milkman and hooks his foot behind Alastor's thigh to draw him closer. 

"Would you like me to return the favor now?" The blonde asks huskily, his other foot coming up to press against his lovers soft cock.

"No thank you Darlin'. But I could use some breakfast while we wait,” Alastor hums and pecks the smaller man's lips.

Sometimes the milkman is not in an amorous mood, once explaining his lack of interest in sex all together when Lucifer thought he was losing interest in their affair. On those days they spend his morning break together peacefully; cuddling on the couch, chatting, playing the violin, or baking. Alastor helped teach the house husband how to make beignets for Charlie as an after school snack. It was now his daughter's favorite dessert. 

He does not mind these more domestic mornings. It's like pretending he is still in a happy marriage, a different version of playing house. He has taken to listening to Alastor's radio show at night to fall asleep. Keeping the delusion alive so reality doesn't swallow him whole. 

When the washing machine settles Alastor offers a hand and they wander back into the kitchen, his finger hooked around the other's pinky. The milkman grabs eggs and bacon from the fridge while Lucifer cleans up the milk on the counter. He will have to adjust his dinner plans to not include milk as his bottles have been all used up and the milk truck only holds enough stock for each house. 

"So. What got you in such a twist this morning?" Alastor asks lightly.

"Oh...um, sorry again. Just got in a fight with Lily this morning,” the blonde watches as the other man's shoulders stiffen. "It was nothing! I think work just has her stressed out and I was probably doing something that annoyed her. You know how I can be."

The house husband laughs nervously, scrubbing at the counter tiles harder. A hand covers his own clutching the rag and he stops to look up at his lover. Alastor's warm brown eyes search him for a moment, his intelligent mind putting pieces together that Lucifer won't say. He is afraid of what the other will find, what he thinks of a man locked away like a porcelain doll for display. That he will see how pathetic he really is and leave. But the milkman's hand just comes up to tilt the blonde's chin up and lean down for a soft kiss. The house husband fights down the whine that tries to bubble up from him and lets the other turn back to start the stove.

"The girls and I were discussing having a night on the town,” Lucifer gulps down his feelings and says the first thing to pop into mind, filling the silence before his thoughts turn dark again.

"Oh lord help us all,” Alastor teases, thinking of the frequently drunk housewives and Lucifer loose in the city. 

The blonde huffs and swats him with the dish towel, earning a threatening clack of teeth like the milkman will bite him. Not that he would mind. 

"There's a dance bar downtown that just opened," the milkman offers. “It’s called Antsville. Why not take the gals there? They have a good whiskey neat."

"Oh that sounds perfect!" Lucifer stands on his tiptoes to pull the taller man down a little to kiss his cheek. “I'll suggest it to them."

Alastor smiles thinking Mimzy will enjoy the business. He also frequents the bar on his days off and wouldn’t mind running into his sweet doll outside of his gilded golden cage. The milkman flips the eggs over easy and watches the house husband flit around the space in a much better mood than when he arrived.