✎ You're a sinner! ✎ CW: NSFW (self-explanatory), Somewhat OOC, etc.

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You sauntered up the stairs to your hotel room with your hands in your pockets, a slightly tight pair of pajamas hugging at your body.

The end of September just rolled around, the breeze in the air having a tranquil serenity to it.

You've fancied strolling around the corridors as a habit during the night, so you did just that.

You hummed as you slowly walked in circles around the hallway where your room was located, which just so happened to have Alastor's room at the very end of that hallway. Even if you weren't exactly... allowed to enter, maybe a kind knock would already do the trick.

As you neared a corner and reached the entrance of Alastor's door, you thought you heard... something unfamiliar.

...You could make out humping and perhaps whining noises from what was most likely his bed.

You reluctantly knocked on his door, your eyes widened almost like bowl saucers.

After a few shuffling and zipping noises, you heard quickened footsteps towards the doorway, then the door finally opened with Alastor behind it.

His hair was greatly disheveled, his suit slovenly with his bowtie positioned a bit too much onto the side, his slacks also a bit tighter than usual. Alastor sighed with a shaky breath, hastily tapping his foot against the floor planks as his palm gripped on the doorknob.

His eyes darted around frantically, maybe even leering your curves. He fought the longing need to kiss you against his bed there and then.

He figured you already knew what went on, so he was waiting for your excuse, already wanting to bolt the door shut to maintain the last of his dignity.

"Pleasant evening, isn't it dear?" He said in a disgruntled and hurried tone,

"I suggest you should have your slumber now, it's past eleven."