He kept moving and Lucifer purred, his tail stroking and caressing the leg it wound around. His head spun, a feeling he hadn't had in a good, long while...

He reached up, smoothing a hand against one side of Alastor's head before they found an ear. He stroked it as the other hand lazily dragged claws down his back. Guided by his heels, driving against the sodden grasses and moss beneath, he met him in the middle each time:

"You always did fit so good..." His utterance, husky, betrayed by his heavier breaths.

"Perfect for giving me a little fawn..."