"Pfftt- Oh, hush-" He snorted, and completely corpsed with the combination of being some sort of kitty cat and the way Alastor was getting real pudding-y.
"...Ohooo- is that the secret...? Ear scratches and scalp rubs, and you turn into a little kitty cat yourself?" Some deep massages at play, running long lines from the top down to the nape of the neck.
Is he? He's definitely relaxed from the touch. Though Alastor's sure it must just be because it's Lucifer.
Though, he did vaguely remember his mother gently brushing his tangled hair out of his face as he was falling asleep. Maybe it was a weakness he's had ever since then.
Either way, a tinny sound popped amidst the radio as the stock sound effect of a cat purr started playing from him - who needed a soundboard, right?
He couldn't help the smile. Alastor could fight it all he wanted, but he could be truly adorable without really trying. What range he had, this wonderful showman, to go from terrifying and bone-chilling to this purring, soapy feline...
Lucifer gently tipped his chin, and with the gesture of a hand, conjured a rush of water to wash away the suds. The water ran from the hairline, up and back over the shoulders and back.
"....Je t'aime, mon cher..." A kiss to the cheek. He used his thumbs to sweep away stray suds on the face.
"Mon tout..." The other cheek, lingering. He's sorry he's a pain in the ass sometimes... hormones don't help at all.
It wouldn't be any fun if his husband was some perfect little complacent spouse. Alastor basked and let himself be spoiled and doted on - once his darling husband sat on the bedsheets, Alastor knew all that dancing would have the fallen angel pass out for a cat nap in an instant. That's when he'll take his turn to gently massage worked back and leg muscles, making sure they didn't ache too badly later on.
Ah, but think of it - he had a moment now to make Lucifer laugh. Alastor took one of those hands on his cheek, pulling it away, then kissing it. And then kissing up it.
"'Tish. You spoke French," he teased, quoting one of the rare few good picturebox shows he enjoyed.
He took the hand and Lucifer offered a soft murmur beneath his breath. Too much water? Too hot?
...Ah...
His heart fluttered as the smile grew, and his arm was on offer for the kissing. With a quiet laugh he offered, "...Oui."
Lucifer had to wonder: Could he also summon Alastor somehow if he spoke a few words of French? He could think of a few spells or means to be summoned in that fashion, too. But for now, the king would let himself melt a little.
The man did spend all night dancing with him. After such an enchanting evening, he'd earned a little treat.
"It makes me wild," he teased, though his energy was more calm and sedate. Alastor felt dizzy and mad, but he'd attributed that to that strange feeling called 'love' long ago. "How about I carry you to bed, Lucifer, and nibble and lick my brie until he feels sluggish for a good reason instead~?"
"Why, you've done a perfect job corrupting me, o devil~" Alastor chuckled, leaning back to pull the plug and drain the tub. And taking Lucifer out of the bath, cradling his silly little brie-pear-slug, he snapped to use a bit of magic to instantly wick them dry and dress himself.
Not Lucifer, though! He was still going to get laid out on the bed as though it were a platter.
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"...Ohooo- is that the secret...? Ear scratches and scalp rubs, and you turn into a little kitty cat yourself?" Some deep massages at play, running long lines from the top down to the nape of the neck.
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Though, he did vaguely remember his mother gently brushing his tangled hair out of his face as he was falling asleep. Maybe it was a weakness he's had ever since then.
Either way, a tinny sound popped amidst the radio as the stock sound effect of a cat purr started playing from him - who needed a soundboard, right?
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Lucifer gently tipped his chin, and with the gesture of a hand, conjured a rush of water to wash away the suds. The water ran from the hairline, up and back over the shoulders and back.
"....Je t'aime, mon cher..." A kiss to the cheek. He used his thumbs to sweep away stray suds on the face.
"Mon tout..." The other cheek, lingering. He's sorry he's a pain in the ass sometimes... hormones don't help at all.
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Ah, but think of it - he had a moment now to make Lucifer laugh. Alastor took one of those hands on his cheek, pulling it away, then kissing it. And then kissing up it.
"'Tish. You spoke French," he teased, quoting one of the rare few good picturebox shows he enjoyed.
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...Ah...
His heart fluttered as the smile grew, and his arm was on offer for the kissing. With a quiet laugh he offered, "...Oui."
Lucifer had to wonder: Could he also summon Alastor somehow if he spoke a few words of French? He could think of a few spells or means to be summoned in that fashion, too. But for now, the king would let himself melt a little.
The man did spend all night dancing with him. After such an enchanting evening, he'd earned a little treat.
"It does things to you, does it...?"
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Lucifer stood straighter, the blush quick to rise with his offer. He was cute, but he was also intense... and he loved it.
"Hmhm~ you've picked up temptation real fast, haven't you...?"
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Not Lucifer, though! He was still going to get laid out on the bed as though it were a platter.
"Now you reap the rewards~"