Yes, it'd certainly be rude to turn down the gift of a King. And here he thought they were chums!
Ignoring the screaming corner of his brain demanding to know what he was thinking, letting himself be some sort of little juice packet, curiosity and recklessness insisted everything would be fiiiine.
Maybe it'd be fun.
He wasn't going to back down on a consideration like this, no sir! The Sin of Pride wasn't going to be a cad!
Fascinated, his breath unexpectedly caught as Alastor lowered. It really did seem like some sort of gesture, sending his mind dabbling into the only mostly-uncharted waters of... things he hadn't entirely considered before recently, the source of the game he'd been playing during lunch.
He bit down and it was like a firm pinch, a flash of heat. He grit his teeth against it and made... alright, not the most dignified sound about it, but it drove his breath from him in something bordering on stumbling; a fight to keep from voicing his discomfort, or a shout at him to take it easy.
He'd had paddles, whips before. He'd had a grand manner of things to suit Lily's tastes whenever she had them, and he was a very willing participant. But to have been bitten to the point of broken skin, to be tasted like this was... something he needed to seriously unpack later.
Perhaps a safe word would have been helpful before diving in?
But the hand that went to the top of the sinner's head didn't quite push him away. No, it settled, delved through soft red, gave Lucifer a level of focus on the ebbing heat in his arm, soft lips, the firm tongue. What would all that feel like on a leg? A shoulder, perhaps?
...How about the neck, among so many other places that could hide under a sleeve or a collar...?
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Ignoring the screaming corner of his brain demanding to know what he was thinking, letting himself be some sort of little juice packet, curiosity and recklessness insisted everything would be fiiiine.
Maybe it'd be fun.
He wasn't going to back down on a consideration like this, no sir! The Sin of Pride wasn't going to be a cad!
Fascinated, his breath unexpectedly caught as Alastor lowered. It really did seem like some sort of gesture, sending his mind dabbling into the only mostly-uncharted waters of... things he hadn't entirely considered before recently, the source of the game he'd been playing during lunch.
He bit down and it was like a firm pinch, a flash of heat. He grit his teeth against it and made... alright, not the most dignified sound about it, but it drove his breath from him in something bordering on stumbling; a fight to keep from voicing his discomfort, or a shout at him to take it easy.
He'd had paddles, whips before. He'd had a grand manner of things to suit Lily's tastes whenever she had them, and he was a very willing participant. But to have been bitten to the point of broken skin, to be tasted like this was... something he needed to seriously unpack later.
Perhaps a safe word would have been helpful before diving in?
But the hand that went to the top of the sinner's head didn't quite push him away. No, it settled, delved through soft red, gave Lucifer a level of focus on the ebbing heat in his arm, soft lips, the firm tongue. What would all that feel like on a leg? A shoulder, perhaps?
...How about the neck, among so many other places that could hide under a sleeve or a collar...?