You're no angel, Lucifer, and honestly thank everything for that. The devil himself, the fallen angel - those bites had hurt, but it had been such a pleasant and blissful hurt. Not comparable in the slightest, especially since there was never a second that Alastor would have enjoyed feeling torn open and exposed to anyone besides Lucifer. Certainly not Adam.

...Vox's time had long passed.

Though Alastor had restrained any sign of his body trying to shudder, any blink or flinch of delight, his skin betrayed him by raising goosebumps as it tingled under that touch.

"You enjoy gentle as much as a little nibble, don't you. I can understand, it must feel pleasant to be treated like a precious gem," he teased fondly back, letting his fingers gently trace down Lucifer's scalp, petting him.