God, he was weak to terms of endearment. His tail spade thumping against the floor, he nodded. Okay... he'll trust you to speak up on things you want, Bambi. It won't do to neglect yourself or even deny a curiosity.
But with the question, Lucifer turned his face to bury it in fluff. "Are you kidding...?? You're so fluffy... it's lovely..."
Alastor chuckled at that. He'd always felt the fur was so... animalistic, he never quite liked it. He usually could put it out of his mind, it all dressed up normally after all. But for once, Alastor found he didn't mind it.
"It does cause one to run out of shampoo much quicker."
"Enjoy it in private, because I have no intention of giving anyone else a chance to look~"
He much preferred being dressed to impress. To leave an impression. The fact that he was willing to share even a little bit of himself with Lucifer of all people was new, even to him.
...Then again, that just has him thinking of getting his flesh torn out and exposed. Hmmm. Yes, that might have been what gave him the feeling that it might not be so bad being exposed around Lucifer in private.
He let his eyes turn to soft red embers as he peered up from his comfy nestling spot. His claws set gently against Alastor's back, but there was every little threat that he could always grip tighter if need be.
His tail whipped behind him. Something smoldered in him.
"Oho... I have no intention of sharing, Alastor. If any know what's good for them, they would know not to test me."
Oh. Oh, that sends a pleasant shiver up his spine. Alastor's grin and eyes widened, pupils dilating - he likes that a lot.
Mama help him, his heart's never beaten this fast for someone before.
"...Hah! Then we're on the same page," Alastor laughed. That was far less suave than he'd liked, and the heat he was feeling in his cheeks didn't help. Really, he was being such a teenage boy about this!
He hardly held back the heated sigh from the touch, and reached back to run his claws down the back of his head, his neck.
After a brief touch of cheek to cheek, he moved for the dismount. Inwardly, he was damning his position. He had to be so fucking responsible now and all and do work...
But if he finished and adequately cleared his schedule enough, then he could just wrap himself right up again.
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But with the question, Lucifer turned his face to bury it in fluff. "Are you kidding...?? You're so fluffy... it's lovely..."
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"It does cause one to run out of shampoo much quicker."
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"The sacrifices we must make for beauty, my dear Bambi... the sacrifice does pay off, for you're very... pillowy." Nuzzlenuzzle.
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"Enjoy it in private, because I have no intention of giving anyone else a chance to look~"
He much preferred being dressed to impress. To leave an impression. The fact that he was willing to share even a little bit of himself with Lucifer of all people was new, even to him.
...Then again, that just has him thinking of getting his flesh torn out and exposed. Hmmm. Yes, that might have been what gave him the feeling that it might not be so bad being exposed around Lucifer in private.
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His tail whipped behind him. Something smoldered in him.
"Oho... I have no intention of sharing, Alastor. If any know what's good for them, they would know not to test me."
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Mama help him, his heart's never beaten this fast for someone before.
"...Hah! Then we're on the same page," Alastor laughed. That was far less suave than he'd liked, and the heat he was feeling in his cheeks didn't help. Really, he was being such a teenage boy about this!
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"Now, heal... for I unfortunately have obligations to attend to. But once they're through..."
He raised and kissed just beneath an ear. "I'm coming back for you. And only you."
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"I'll be tidied in no time, then. I'll have to reward you handsomely when you return~"
Alastor returned the teasing, heated kiss, this time at where Lucifer's jaw and neck met, lips teasing the tender skin.
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After a brief touch of cheek to cheek, he moved for the dismount. Inwardly, he was damning his position. He had to be so fucking responsible now and all and do work...
But if he finished and adequately cleared his schedule enough, then he could just wrap himself right up again.
Being twitterpated was suitable motivation.