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[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2024-08-04 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
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..."
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[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2024-08-04 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
That made him giggle a bit. He was imagining Alastor lathering up his head, having a lightbulb moment, then lathering up his chest.

"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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[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2024-08-06 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
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."
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[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2024-08-06 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm glad." It came at a pleased purr, and those claws ran down his back. Satan, it felt good to be like this again. It's been fucking a g e s...

"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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[personal profile] youknowwhothisis 2024-08-09 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
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.

Being twitterpated was suitable motivation.