"Only you, Lucifer," Alastor replied simply, smoothly. He saw how Lucifer was shifting and tried to accommodate and anticipate what the man wanted. More touch? Maybe a little more pressure... Alastor was careful not to squeeze anywhere too hard, for all he knows the man might bruise like a peach!
"Many people have wanted or even demanded this of me, but only you are seeing it," he added. Vox had wanted it so badly, had professed affections, had been obsessive, pleaded with him - but it just wasn't meant to be. There was a vindictive little satisfaction that he was giving this sort of treatment to someone on his own initiative, and that they were playing along and obeying him.
What a good little king. It made him cuter.
"Do tell if I'm going too hard or too gently," Alastor reminded. He could sense the heat building, the subtle start of sweating on Lucifer's skin, but he still had no idea how he was doing in the grand scheme of this act.
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"Many people have wanted or even demanded this of me, but only you are seeing it," he added. Vox had wanted it so badly, had professed affections, had been obsessive, pleaded with him - but it just wasn't meant to be. There was a vindictive little satisfaction that he was giving this sort of treatment to someone on his own initiative, and that they were playing along and obeying him.
What a good little king. It made him cuter.
"Do tell if I'm going too hard or too gently," Alastor reminded. He could sense the heat building, the subtle start of sweating on Lucifer's skin, but he still had no idea how he was doing in the grand scheme of this act.