"Cute..." Alastor's husky voice drawled, content at the affections as he let his body cool and recover. They had so much more breeding to go, just to be sure his doe was seeded, but the breath in between helped reinvigorate.

Kissing... something soft, cute. Something precious. Alastor's urge to groom Lucifer were hard to ignore - so he didn't, starting to fondly lap at his messy hair, at sweaty skin, pampering and affectionate in a primal way his mind otherwise never let him indulge.