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Thread starter with @the-radio-ler in the Luci x Al timeline. Takes place after the confession.

Four weeks passed since Rosie helped her two friends figure out their feelings for one another. Since that faithful day at the hotel she reduced both to a laughing mess one after the other and called out their romantic attraction.

Four weeks since she's seen either. Four weeks, several unanswered messages, four brunch meet-ups Alastor 'couldn't make it' because he was 'too busy'.

Rosie was admittedly a TAD bit peeved.

Was this avoidance intentional? Or was Al so caught up in his honeymoon phase with Lucifer that he was forgetting about spending time with her?

Well this wouldn't do at all. She missed her deer.

Alastor, wherever he was, would get a wispy flower bursting from the ground in front of him. It's petals unfurling to drop a letter into his hands or lap.

'You've missed four of our weekly get togethers in a row, deerie, that's very rude. What am I, some old blouse you toss out when it no longer fits? You wound me.

I expect you at my door in thirty minutes or I'm not sending you anymore pinky finger boxes.'

Rosie pulled away, rising to her full height again, the feather and brush poofing back into their pocket dimension. Her hand came up to cradle the back of Alastor's head, gently untying the scarf from over his eyes. At the same time, she smoothed his shirt back down.

"There there, darling. We're all done."

The wisps binding his limbs began to unravel. Knowing the deer demon would likely be too exhausted to stand, Rosie gathered him up in her arms and carried him over to the couch. Sitting down, she let him relax across her lap. Her hand massaged into his shoulders, hoping to ease away any lingering soreness from having his arms raised for so long.

"Just rest, my dear. You were so good for me."

Deep breaths. Alastor greedily sucked in oxygen as his body finally relaxed.

He was in a giddy post-tickle haze. He made no protests to being carried and praised. He melted into her, head resting on her shoulder as he sighed.

A few huffy giggles escaped him. He was still hyper sensitive and loopy. His trembling died down to a relaxed stillness resting his weight on Rosie's frame.

He muttered something into her dress, though it was greatly muffled. Something resembling a 'thank you' but even Alastor couldn't tell at this point.

He blinked. Then again, slower and deeper.

All tuckered out. He was putty in her hold. One tickle drunk deer who was in no rush to get up.

Rosie couldn't quite make out what Al said, muffled and slurred as his voice was. But it was close enough to an expression of gratitude. She hummed a noise of acknowledgement and pressed a small kiss to the top of his head.

It looked like his eyelids were growing heavy. Drooping. With a fond grin, she found that sweet spot at the base of his ear and rubbed her fingers into it.

After such an intense tickling, Al deserved a little nap.

It wasn't the first time Rosie had given him a kiss to his head and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He'd never admit it, but he quite enjoyed the gesture. It reminded him of his maman when he was alive. It was maternal and comforting, full of gentle affection and care.

He shuddered when she found that spot behind his ears with practiced accuracy. He sank deeper into her hold.

Blink.

And his eyes shut with a sigh.

Just like that. Asleep.

Rosie continued to rub his ear until he was fully limp against her, deep in slumber. Enough that a little bit of jostling wouldn't wake him.

She let herself cherish the moment for a bit.

Until it was time she returned the Radio Demon to his hotel.

Picking Al up again, Rosie stood and let her smoke consume both their forms. Disappearing from the emporium and Cannibal Town all together. They reformed within the corridor between his and Lucifer's bedrooms. Alastor had let her pass the king's wards last time, but now she knocked on the door.

"Good afternoon, your majesty," she greeted in a soft voice, much more toned down than her usual vigor given the unconscious demon.

( @hells-squeakiest-king Hi!)

Lucifer was performing one of his favourite spells to bring him some of that wonderful energy for the day. This spell is, of course, a duck-themed rendition of a circus act including the open top tent as well as all the equipment found within. He was happily watching this until he heard the knock on his door followed by a familiar voice.

The ducks stopped their act with a cartoonist record screech, emphasizing the king's slight embarrassment to his personal enjoyment despite no one seeing this at all. He snapped his fingers to dispel the entertainment and quickly shuffled his way over to the door.

"B-Be there in a second!" He exclaimed as he grabbed his coat to look somewhat more professional when meeting the overlord lady herself. With a turn of the knob, he opened the door as he fixed the last crease on his coat.

"Sorry to keep ya waiting, Rosie, I was sorting some,,,,, important business wi-"

The seraphim's gaze stopped once it trailed up to see what could be the sweetest scene he's ever seen, of course second to his daughter's many adorable moments. Lucifer was stunned to put it lightly, but there was such a softness in his eyes that it spoke a thousand words.

"Too much rye?" He asked with a small playful smile, moving closer to push the deer's hair away from his eyes and nose, noticing it was irritating the spot.

Was that circus music and a bunch of quacking she heard?

The king opened the door, the room behind him suspiciously vacant of the instruments Rosie was sure were playing moments ago. She smiled as his expression melted into one of awe at the picture before him. His beloved deer sleeping soundly in the arms of their mutual friend.

"Aha, not this time," she responded. No alcohol involved today, though Rosie had on multiple occasions dealt with a giggly, clumsy Alastor after he drank too much. She has always managed to outlast him in that, though her Gluttony alignment certainly gave her an advantage.

"Let's just say the two of us had quite a fun, laughter filled day and the deerie got himself a bit tuckered out." She added a wink, hoping Lucifer will get the idea. "May I come in?"

It didn't take the king long to connect the dots, his eyes widening ever so slightly in recognition.

"Oh! Hehe aw, he looks so peaceful. Ya must have done a number on him! Not that I'm surprised at all," he added, a light dusting of golden blush covering his cheeks.

The seraphim stepped to the side and gestured to his room.

"Of course! You can plop sleepyhead on my bed. Knew there was a reason I didn't make it today," he chuckled, covering the fact he truly forgot to just make his bed.

After closing his door, he walked over to his desk and cleaned up his project with a snap of his fingers. He moved to sit on the edge of his bed, looking over his sleeping partner with a smile.

"I'm hoping he didn't attempt to tick ya off to get this, otherwise he might have to get a round two from me once he wakes up! Though I'm guessing he finds it easier to ask you to do this, or is he just as stubborn with me?"

"Oh I have my ways, you certainly know." Rosie wasn't usually one to brag, but given it was the Sin of Pride himself she was speaking to, to not do so seemed discourteous.

She stepped into the room, her gait gentle as to not jostle the sleeping Sinner. Laying Alastor down on the bed, she pulled the blanket over him. With a snap of fingers, his shoes appeared just off to the side and his cane appeared propped up against the nightstand.

Rosie grinned at Lucifer's suggestion of a second round of tickling. "Oh he's still very stubborn but no, no intentional provocation. Not today at least. This last little session was a result of several weeks of missed meetings. You've been keeping him quite busy, I hear."

From behind the king, a wisp popped up and fluttered at the nape of his neck for a couple seconds.

"But all is forgiven, I assure you! Ally can tell you himself once he awakens. In fact, tell him I insist he gives you alllll the details." Her smile was downright impish. "We both made a couple interesting discoveries today. Be sure to ask him about them."

Would Alastor refuse to talk? Most likely. "Oh, if he tries to deflect and avoid the topic, tell him it's only fair he gets a turn after I made you speak of how I tickled you."

#ooc// delightful moment #rp thread #tickle rp blog

Lucifer was already trying to not think about previous encounters with the Cannibal lady, so to remain calm and curious as is his nature. However, her reminders that she casually teased into the conversation, followed by a sudden wisp tickling his nape for a moment, had sent those goosebumps and flutters to lap around his body.

The seraphim squeaked and fell into giggles as he hugged his shoulder instead of reaching for the back of his neck. As the wisp ceased, he fixed his coat before deciding to just discard it to the side.

"Aheh, yeah he has been glued to my side for a while, not that I'm complaining! I'd love to hear what happened to him once he wakes up," Lucifer mentioned with a chipper tone as he reached a hand to gently rub at the deer's knuckles in a soothing motion.

At the mention of a familiar request, the king of pride's ring already had a mischievous smile on his face, turning to see the cannibal's smile stretched a mile. Oh what Lucifer would give to have the tables shifted this time round!

"Now that is a gift! It would be nice for him to know the struggle I went through to mention what ya did to me, plus I wanna know the details anyways. I promise I'll get the information one way or another! And if all else fails, I know where you'll be if I need any assistance, right?"

Rp starter @the-radio-ler the bet!!

It had been a pretty eventful day at the hotel, at least, it had been for the dear king of hell.

Paperwork, cleaning, creating (although enjoyable) it was all so status quo. He was craving that freedom he blessed upon the human realm with, to switch up his routine for something more enjoyable.

At the mention of "switch", Lucifer was the embodiment of that rare moment where his Ler and Lee moods were colliding. He supposed this is what led him to filing through certain games he could run by the radio demon with.

*Maybe something challenging,,,,, with high stakes!!"

His creative mind seemed to work in tandem with his magic as a shirt was summoned and landed atop his bed. The seraphim grinned from ear to ear, giggling devilishly to himself before picking the article of clothing up and teleporting to Alastor's room.

"Oh Bambi~ I need your opinion on something! Whatcha think of this design?"

Lucifer held up the shirt to display, in very clear writing, "Ticklish" with an arrow pointing up. He kept a close eye on the deer's reaction, attempting to gain the upper hand by sensing what mood he was in.

Alastor slammed his pen down on his desk with an irritated sigh. By far his least favorite part about being an overlord. Paperwork. Carmilla had sent him about a novel in tiny text for him to read and sign his name about a hundred times.

He had just finished it when a familiar burst of magic perked his ears up. His strained grin turned to an easy smile.

Alastor turned his head to Lucifer and blinked as he took in the shirt's design. His face had the slightest rush of heat in the seconds it took him to process.

He cleared his throat and spoke quickly, "A apt descriptor for you, though I certainly don't need to be reminded."

He stood from his desk and leaned backwards with his hands on his spine, hearing a satisfying but tiring 'pop' from his back after being seated so long.

"If this is your way of asking, I could use a 'please'."

The demon's subtle blush enlightened Lucifer tenfold, however his response completely threw him for a runner, the seraphim's cheeks dusting a soft golden glow.

Lucifer scoffed at the others sass, trying his best not to let any lee tendencies arise to the front. His tail end flicked, his face up turned to the request of a 'please'.

"Ya quick to assume this is for me, hm? Well- I guess it depends on how our game goes," Lucifer added, waltzing over to place the shirt over the deer's chair, glancing at the paperwork.

"Yeesh, looks like I arrived just in time to be a wonderful distraction!" He turned and rested a hand on his hip, a smug look on his face. "We could just skip the game and accept your defeat right now. You look like you could use a few tickles to fight that bad work mood~"

There was that familiar zip up his spine, the flutter in his chest. These playful mirthful game of theirs had become such a staple yet still never failed to make him feel things he still wasn't fully unaccustomed to. Fluster. Excitement. Charlie once used the word 'whimsical' which earned her a scoff.

His tail and ears perked up. He wouldn't say it, but however this game went, the game itself was needed.

"Dear, when have I ever accepted defeat?" Alastor stepped close to Lucifer and placed his index finger under his chin. He gently tilted his face so their eyes met more firmly. Their height difference was amusing but could be bothersome.

"That's more your cup of tea isn't it?"

Lucifer's pride was quite strong today. He stood his ground despite Alastor's actions sending that familiar electrical current throughout his body, urging him to melt. He bore a wide sharp-toothed smile, a challenging glint in his eyes.

"Ohoho you're just asking for it, aren't ya? Gotta say, Bambi, ya talk a looooooooooot of hooey for someone who's put himself into a compromising position," Lucifer teases, indicating this by raising his hands and curling them into wiggling claws.

He hovered over the deer's clothed torso, keeping eye contact despite being slightly forced to.

"Or is that what your plan is? Come on, ya know a game would be much more exciting~ Anything come to mind, deer?"

Alastor's flinch was minute but visible. He could practically feel his most sensitive spots awakening with eagerness for the familiar touch. He gently and slowly traced his finger under Lucifer's chin and across his neck.

"Darling, you clearly already have an idea in mind with that shirt. Do share it aloud and maybe I'll agree."

As long as their games never made it to the public eye Alastor would agree to just about anything Lucifer pitched. Their matching egos and competitive spirits fed into each other endlessly.

He couldn't help but be curious and, alright, maybe excited as well. The challenge and competition added to their playful little game was always a complete and utter thrill.

Lucifer peaked an eye down as the overlord flinched, his smile growing as he chuckled. However, as the other's finger trailed along that sensitive spot, he quietly grumbled at the fact he wore such revealing clothing around that area. It was quickly breaking down his confidence barrier which was less than favourable this time round.

Alastor adding that "darling" was also adding to his crumbling stance, making the king melt and give in to his curiosity.

"Argh- okay okay! Gosh- how do you manage to do that," he mumbled as he looked off to the side, a growing golden flush clear on his face. His smile was still prominent, a playful look being shot to the deer before he slipped off to the side.

"Since I'm clearly more able to resist a lee's tempting ticklish spots," the king challenged, feigning full confidence in his statement with his hands clasped behind his back, "I think the game should be around that concept!".

Lucifer leaned forward, offering a hand as he made the points of the game.

"If I'm able to not give in and tickle your adorably sensitive spots, you have to wear the shirt all day. If I give in, I have to wear it. Whatcha think? I've not thought about how long this should go for, so I'll toss the ball in your court. As well as anything you want added or changed, of course."

The seraphim's expression was a mixture of cockiness and sweet excitement, his eyes sparkling as the adrenaline of another one of their games commencing was unbelievably fueling him with energy.

Alastor's grin was immensely smug watching Lucifer fluster from his touch and words.

'ticklish spots' elicited a light flick of his ear that he didn't even register.

Alastor hummed as he pondered the game, his mind already prodding the idea for loopholes and exploits.

He chuckled and cocked an eyebrow at the shorter man. "Forgive my amusement, but self-restraint isn't exactly your forte. I'd go as far as to bet that you wouldn't last until the end of today."

Alastor angled his body to look at the shirt again that was draped over his chair. "The image of you in that shirt is quite appealing. Alright. You've twisted my arm. I accept your bet." Alastor held up his hands in a pose of mock-surrender.

With Alastor being the most powerful sinner in Hell and Lucifer being the King of Hell, official deals with handshakes and contracts were so immensely weighty that the duo wordlessly agreed not to do them. It was the honor system with any bets or challenges between them.

Alastor delicately spun on his heels and plucked the shirt from its spot to playfully toss it at Lucifer. "Better be sure it fits you for when I win. It's currently looking far too big for your dimensions."

#ooc// oh he's fired up now #rp thread #tickle rp blog

Lucifer could feel the heat rising after every teasing remark, his tail end flicking in frustration as he huffed and scoffed.

"You underestimate me, Bellhop," he added to get his point across, watching the other like a hawk, "End of the day it is! What's that like- 8 hours from now? Psh, easy peasy!"

The blonde hid the fact that 8 hours could feel like 8 days if he wasn't distracted, and if he couldn't tickle a flaunting deer, what was he going to do?! He internally planned a few work around to prepare, holding the reigns of his pride to jumpstart that confidence again.

He snapped back to reality just in time to catch the shirt, listening to Alastor as he taunted him once again. Though, Lucifer took it as a literal concern before it clicked.

"Oh don'tcha worry, I can shift the size easily! Just need to imagine a few changes and-,,,,,"

He flicked the shirt and sent it away into the ether as a low chuckle grew from his throat. The seraphim, taking steps closer and closer to the deer as he felt his horns behind to pierce out his forehead as his eyes shifted contrast. Lucifer let the fire burn brightly between said horns, looking up at the taller man with that glint of confidence in his eyes.

"Get ready to lose, my dear~ You're going to regret being this cocky so early on."

Thread starter with @the-radio-ler in the Luci x Al timeline. Takes place after the confession.

Four weeks passed since Rosie helped her two friends figure out their feelings for one another. Since that faithful day at the hotel she reduced both to a laughing mess one after the other and called out their romantic attraction.

Four weeks since she's seen either. Four weeks, several unanswered messages, four brunch meet-ups Alastor 'couldn't make it' because he was 'too busy'.

Rosie was admittedly a TAD bit peeved.

Was this avoidance intentional? Or was Al so caught up in his honeymoon phase with Lucifer that he was forgetting about spending time with her?

Well this wouldn't do at all. She missed her deer.

Alastor, wherever he was, would get a wispy flower bursting from the ground in front of him. It's petals unfurling to drop a letter into his hands or lap.

'You've missed four of our weekly get togethers in a row, deerie, that's very rude. What am I, some old blouse you toss out when it no longer fits? You wound me.

I expect you at my door in thirty minutes or I'm not sending you anymore pinky finger boxes.'

Rosie pulled away, rising to her full height again, the feather and brush poofing back into their pocket dimension. Her hand came up to cradle the back of Alastor's head, gently untying the scarf from over his eyes. At the same time, she smoothed his shirt back down.

"There there, darling. We're all done."

The wisps binding his limbs began to unravel. Knowing the deer demon would likely be too exhausted to stand, Rosie gathered him up in her arms and carried him over to the couch. Sitting down, she let him relax across her lap. Her hand massaged into his shoulders, hoping to ease away any lingering soreness from having his arms raised for so long.

"Just rest, my dear. You were so good for me."

Deep breaths. Alastor greedily sucked in oxygen as his body finally relaxed.

He was in a giddy post-tickle haze. He made no protests to being carried and praised. He melted into her, head resting on her shoulder as he sighed.

A few huffy giggles escaped him. He was still hyper sensitive and loopy. His trembling died down to a relaxed stillness resting his weight on Rosie's frame.

He muttered something into her dress, though it was greatly muffled. Something resembling a 'thank you' but even Alastor couldn't tell at this point.

He blinked. Then again, slower and deeper.

All tuckered out. He was putty in her hold. One tickle drunk deer who was in no rush to get up.

Rosie couldn't quite make out what Al said, muffled and slurred as his voice was. But it was close enough to an expression of gratitude. She hummed a noise of acknowledgement and pressed a small kiss to the top of his head.

It looked like his eyelids were growing heavy. Drooping. With a fond grin, she found that sweet spot at the base of his ear and rubbed her fingers into it.

After such an intense tickling, Al deserved a little nap.

It wasn't the first time Rosie had given him a kiss to his head and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He'd never admit it, but he quite enjoyed the gesture. It reminded him of his maman when he was alive. It was maternal and comforting, full of gentle affection and care.

He shuddered when she found that spot behind his ears with practiced accuracy. He sank deeper into her hold.

Blink.

And his eyes shut with a sigh.

Just like that. Asleep.

Rosie continued to rub his ear until he was fully limp against her, deep in slumber. Enough that a little bit of jostling wouldn't wake him.

She let herself cherish the moment for a bit.

Until it was time she returned the Radio Demon to his hotel.

Picking Al up again, Rosie stood and let her smoke consume both their forms. Disappearing from the emporium and Cannibal Town all together. They reformed within the corridor between his and Lucifer's bedrooms. Alastor had let her pass the king's wards last time, but now she knocked on the door.

"Good afternoon, your majesty," she greeted in a soft voice, much more toned down than her usual vigor given the unconscious demon.

( @hells-squeakiest-king Hi!)

Lucifer was performing one of his favourite spells to bring him some of that wonderful energy for the day. This spell is, of course, a duck-themed rendition of a circus act including the open top tent as well as all the equipment found within. He was happily watching this until he heard the knock on his door followed by a familiar voice.

The ducks stopped their act with a cartoonist record screech, emphasizing the king's slight embarrassment to his personal enjoyment despite no one seeing this at all. He snapped his fingers to dispel the entertainment and quickly shuffled his way over to the door.

"B-Be there in a second!" He exclaimed as he grabbed his coat to look somewhat more professional when meeting the overlord lady herself. With a turn of the knob, he opened the door as he fixed the last crease on his coat.

"Sorry to keep ya waiting, Rosie, I was sorting some,,,,, important business wi-"

The seraphim's gaze stopped once it trailed up to see what could be the sweetest scene he's ever seen, of course second to his daughter's many adorable moments. Lucifer was stunned to put it lightly, but there was such a softness in his eyes that it spoke a thousand words.

"Too much rye?" He asked with a small playful smile, moving closer to push the deer's hair away from his eyes and nose, noticing it was irritating the spot.

Was that circus music and a bunch of quacking she heard?

The king opened the door, the room behind him suspiciously vacant of the instruments Rosie was sure were playing moments ago. She smiled as his expression melted into one of awe at the picture before him. His beloved deer sleeping soundly in the arms of their mutual friend.

"Aha, not this time," she responded. No alcohol involved today, though Rosie had on multiple occasions dealt with a giggly, clumsy Alastor after he drank too much. She has always managed to outlast him in that, though her Gluttony alignment certainly gave her an advantage.

"Let's just say the two of us had quite a fun, laughter filled day and the deerie got himself a bit tuckered out." She added a wink, hoping Lucifer will get the idea. "May I come in?"

#rp thread #tickle rp blog

It didn't take the king long to connect the dots, his eyes widening ever so slightly in recognition.

"Oh! Hehe aw, he looks so peaceful. Ya must have done a number on him! Not that I'm surprised at all," he added, a light dusting of golden blush covering his cheeks.

The seraphim stepped to the side and gestured to his room.

"Of course! You can plop sleepyhead on my bed. Knew there was a reason I didn't make it today," he chuckled, covering the fact he truly forgot to just make his bed.

After closing his door, he walked over to his desk and cleaned up his project with a snap of his fingers. He moved to sit on the edge of his bed, looking over his sleeping partner with a smile.

"I'm hoping he didn't attempt to tick ya off to get this, otherwise he might have to get a round two from me once he wakes up! Though I'm guessing he finds it easier to ask you to do this, or is he just as stubborn with me?"

Rp starter @the-radio-ler the bet!!

It had been a pretty eventful day at the hotel, at least, it had been for the dear king of hell.

Paperwork, cleaning, creating (although enjoyable) it was all so status quo. He was craving that freedom he blessed upon the human realm with, to switch up his routine for something more enjoyable.

At the mention of "switch", Lucifer was the embodiment of that rare moment where his Ler and Lee moods were colliding. He supposed this is what led him to filing through certain games he could run by the radio demon with.

*Maybe something challenging,,,,, with high stakes!!"

His creative mind seemed to work in tandem with his magic as a shirt was summoned and landed atop his bed. The seraphim grinned from ear to ear, giggling devilishly to himself before picking the article of clothing up and teleporting to Alastor's room.

"Oh Bambi~ I need your opinion on something! Whatcha think of this design?"

Lucifer held up the shirt to display, in very clear writing, "Ticklish" with an arrow pointing up. He kept a close eye on the deer's reaction, attempting to gain the upper hand by sensing what mood he was in.

Alastor slammed his pen down on his desk with an irritated sigh. By far his least favorite part about being an overlord. Paperwork. Carmilla had sent him about a novel in tiny text for him to read and sign his name about a hundred times.

He had just finished it when a familiar burst of magic perked his ears up. His strained grin turned to an easy smile.

Alastor turned his head to Lucifer and blinked as he took in the shirt's design. His face had the slightest rush of heat in the seconds it took him to process.

He cleared his throat and spoke quickly, "A apt descriptor for you, though I certainly don't need to be reminded."

He stood from his desk and leaned backwards with his hands on his spine, hearing a satisfying but tiring 'pop' from his back after being seated so long.

"If this is your way of asking, I could use a 'please'."

The demon's subtle blush enlightened Lucifer tenfold, however his response completely threw him for a runner, the seraphim's cheeks dusting a soft golden glow.

Lucifer scoffed at the others sass, trying his best not to let any lee tendencies arise to the front. His tail end flicked, his face up turned to the request of a 'please'.

"Ya quick to assume this is for me, hm? Well- I guess it depends on how our game goes," Lucifer added, waltzing over to place the shirt over the deer's chair, glancing at the paperwork.

"Yeesh, looks like I arrived just in time to be a wonderful distraction!" He turned and rested a hand on his hip, a smug look on his face. "We could just skip the game and accept your defeat right now. You look like you could use a few tickles to fight that bad work mood~"

There was that familiar zip up his spine, the flutter in his chest. These playful mirthful game of theirs had become such a staple yet still never failed to make him feel things he still wasn't fully unaccustomed to. Fluster. Excitement. Charlie once used the word 'whimsical' which earned her a scoff.

His tail and ears perked up. He wouldn't say it, but however this game went, the game itself was needed.

"Dear, when have I ever accepted defeat?" Alastor stepped close to Lucifer and placed his index finger under his chin. He gently tilted his face so their eyes met more firmly. Their height difference was amusing but could be bothersome.

"That's more your cup of tea isn't it?"

Lucifer's pride was quite strong today. He stood his ground despite Alastor's actions sending that familiar electrical current throughout his body, urging him to melt. He bore a wide sharp-toothed smile, a challenging glint in his eyes.

"Ohoho you're just asking for it, aren't ya? Gotta say, Bambi, ya talk a looooooooooot of hooey for someone who's put himself into a compromising position," Lucifer teases, indicating this by raising his hands and curling them into wiggling claws.

He hovered over the deer's clothed torso, keeping eye contact despite being slightly forced to.

"Or is that what your plan is? Come on, ya know a game would be much more exciting~ Anything come to mind, deer?"

Alastor's flinch was minute but visible. He could practically feel his most sensitive spots awakening with eagerness for the familiar touch. He gently and slowly traced his finger under Lucifer's chin and across his neck.

"Darling, you clearly already have an idea in mind with that shirt. Do share it aloud and maybe I'll agree."

As long as their games never made it to the public eye Alastor would agree to just about anything Lucifer pitched. Their matching egos and competitive spirits fed into each other endlessly.

He couldn't help but be curious and, alright, maybe excited as well. The challenge and competition added to their playful little game was always a complete and utter thrill.

#rp thread #tickle rp blog

Lucifer peaked an eye down as the overlord flinched, his smile growing as he chuckled. However, as the other's finger trailed along that sensitive spot, he quietly grumbled at the fact he wore such revealing clothing around that area. It was quickly breaking down his confidence barrier which was less than favourable this time round.

Alastor adding that "darling" was also adding to his crumbling stance, making the king melt and give in to his curiosity.

"Argh- okay okay! Gosh- how do you manage to do that," he mumbled as he looked off to the side, a growing golden flush clear on his face. His smile was still prominent, a playful look being shot to the deer before he slipped off to the side.

"Since I'm clearly more able to resist a lee's tempting ticklish spots," the king challenged, feigning full confidence in his statement with his hands clasped behind his back, "I think the game should be around that concept!".

Lucifer leaned forward, offering a hand as he made the points of the game.

"If I'm able to not give in and tickle your adorably sensitive spots, you have to wear the shirt all day. If I give in, I have to wear it. Whatcha think? I've not thought about how long this should go for, so I'll toss the ball in your court. As well as anything you want added or changed, of course."

The seraphim's expression was a mixture of cockiness and sweet excitement, his eyes sparkling as the adrenaline of another one of their games commencing was unbelievably fueling him with energy.

Thread starter with @the-radio-ler in the Luci x Al timeline. Takes place after the confession.

Four weeks passed since Rosie helped her two friends figure out their feelings for one another. Since that faithful day at the hotel she reduced both to a laughing mess one after the other and called out their romantic attraction.

Four weeks since she's seen either. Four weeks, several unanswered messages, four brunch meet-ups Alastor 'couldn't make it' because he was 'too busy'.

Rosie was admittedly a TAD bit peeved.

Was this avoidance intentional? Or was Al so caught up in his honeymoon phase with Lucifer that he was forgetting about spending time with her?

Well this wouldn't do at all. She missed her deer.

Alastor, wherever he was, would get a wispy flower bursting from the ground in front of him. It's petals unfurling to drop a letter into his hands or lap.

'You've missed four of our weekly get togethers in a row, deerie, that's very rude. What am I, some old blouse you toss out when it no longer fits? You wound me.

I expect you at my door in thirty minutes or I'm not sending you anymore pinky finger boxes.'

Rosie pulled away, rising to her full height again, the feather and brush poofing back into their pocket dimension. Her hand came up to cradle the back of Alastor's head, gently untying the scarf from over his eyes. At the same time, she smoothed his shirt back down.

"There there, darling. We're all done."

The wisps binding his limbs began to unravel. Knowing the deer demon would likely be too exhausted to stand, Rosie gathered him up in her arms and carried him over to the couch. Sitting down, she let him relax across her lap. Her hand massaged into his shoulders, hoping to ease away any lingering soreness from having his arms raised for so long.

"Just rest, my dear. You were so good for me."

Deep breaths. Alastor greedily sucked in oxygen as his body finally relaxed.

He was in a giddy post-tickle haze. He made no protests to being carried and praised. He melted into her, head resting on her shoulder as he sighed.

A few huffy giggles escaped him. He was still hyper sensitive and loopy. His trembling died down to a relaxed stillness resting his weight on Rosie's frame.

He muttered something into her dress, though it was greatly muffled. Something resembling a 'thank you' but even Alastor couldn't tell at this point.

He blinked. Then again, slower and deeper.

All tuckered out. He was putty in her hold. One tickle drunk deer who was in no rush to get up.

Rosie couldn't quite make out what Al said, muffled and slurred as his voice was. But it was close enough to an expression of gratitude. She hummed a noise of acknowledgement and pressed a small kiss to the top of his head.

It looked like his eyelids were growing heavy. Drooping. With a fond grin, she found that sweet spot at the base of his ear and rubbed her fingers into it.

After such an intense tickling, Al deserved a little nap.

It wasn't the first time Rosie had given him a kiss to his head and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He'd never admit it, but he quite enjoyed the gesture. It reminded him of his maman when he was alive. It was maternal and comforting, full of gentle affection and care.

He shuddered when she found that spot behind his ears with practiced accuracy. He sank deeper into her hold.

Blink.

And his eyes shut with a sigh.

Just like that. Asleep.

Rosie continued to rub his ear until he was fully limp against her, deep in slumber. Enough that a little bit of jostling wouldn't wake him.

She let herself cherish the moment for a bit.

Until it was time she returned the Radio Demon to his hotel.

Picking Al up again, Rosie stood and let her smoke consume both their forms. Disappearing from the emporium and Cannibal Town all together. They reformed within the corridor between his and Lucifer's bedrooms. Alastor had let her pass the king's wards last time, but now she knocked on the door.

"Good afternoon, your majesty," she greeted in a soft voice, much more toned down than her usual vigor given the unconscious demon.

( @hells-squeakiest-king Hi!)

#ooc// hello hi I return pfff #Lucifer: oh I wish to squeeze him

Lucifer was performing one of his favourite spells to bring him some of that wonderful energy for the day. This spell is, of course, a duck-themed rendition of a circus act including the open top tent as well as all the equipment found within. He was happily watching this until he heard the knock on his door followed by a familiar voice.

The ducks stopped their act with a cartoonish record screech, emphasizing the king's slight embarrassment to his personal enjoyment despite no one seeing this at all. He snapped his fingers to dispel the entertainment and quickly shuffled his way over to the door.

"B-Be there in a second!" He exclaimed as he grabbed his coat to look somewhat more professional when meeting the overlord lady herself. With a turn of the knob, he opened the door as he fixed the last crease on his coat.

"Sorry to keep ya waiting, Rosie, I was sorting some,,,,, important business wi-"

The seraphim's gaze stopped once it trailed up to see what could be the sweetest scene he's ever seen, of course second to his daughter's many adorable moments. Lucifer was stunned to put it lightly, but there was such a softness in his eyes that it spoke a thousand words.

"Too much rye?" He asked with a small playful smile, moving closer to push the deer's hair away from his eyes and nose, noticing it was irritating the spot.

Rp starter @the-radio-ler the bet!!

It had been a pretty eventful day at the hotel, at least, it had been for the dear king of hell.

Paperwork, cleaning, creating (although enjoyable) it was all so status quo. He was craving that freedom he blessed upon the human realm with, to switch up his routine for something more enjoyable.

At the mention of "switch", Lucifer was the embodiment of that rare moment where his Ler and Lee moods were colliding. He supposed this is what led him to filing through certain games he could run by the radio demon with.

*Maybe something challenging,,,,, with high stakes!!"

His creative mind seemed to work in tandem with his magic as a shirt was summoned and landed atop his bed. The seraphim grinned from ear to ear, giggling devilishly to himself before picking the article of clothing up and teleporting to Alastor's room.

"Oh Bambi~ I need your opinion on something! Whatcha think of this design?"

Lucifer held up the shirt to display, in very clear writing, "Ticklish" with an arrow pointing up. He kept a close eye on the deer's reaction, attempting to gain the upper hand by sensing what mood he was in.

Alastor slammed his pen down on his desk with an irritated sigh. By far his least favorite part about being an overlord. Paperwork. Carmilla had sent him about a novel in tiny text for him to read and sign his name about a hundred times.

He had just finished it when a familiar burst of magic perked his ears up. His strained grin turned to an easy smile.

Alastor turned his head to Lucifer and blinked as he took in the shirt's design. His face had the slightest rush of heat in the seconds it took him to process.

He cleared his throat and spoke quickly, "A apt descriptor for you, though I certainly don't need to be reminded."

He stood from his desk and leaned backwards with his hands on his spine, hearing a satisfying but tiring 'pop' from his back after being seated so long.

"If this is your way of asking, I could use a 'please'."

The demon's subtle blush enlightened Lucifer tenfold, however his response completely threw him for a runner, the seraphim's cheeks dusting a soft golden glow.

Lucifer scoffed at the others sass, trying his best not to let any lee tendencies arise to the front. His tail end flicked, his face up turned to the request of a 'please'.

"Ya quick to assume this is for me, hm? Well- I guess it depends on how our game goes," Lucifer added, waltzing over to place the shirt over the deer's chair, glancing at the paperwork.

"Yeesh, looks like I arrived just in time to be a wonderful distraction!" He turned and rested a hand on his hip, a smug look on his face. "We could just skip the game and accept your defeat right now. You look like you could use a few tickles to fight that bad work mood~"

There was that familiar zip up his spine, the flutter in his chest. These playful mirthful game of theirs had become such a staple yet still never failed to make him feel things he still wasn't fully unaccustomed to. Fluster. Excitement. Charlie once used the word 'whimsical' which earned her a scoff.

His tail and ears perked up. He wouldn't say it, but however this game went, the game itself was needed.

"Dear, when have I ever accepted defeat?" Alastor stepped close to Lucifer and placed his index finger under his chin. He gently tilted his face so their eyes met more firmly. Their height difference was amusing but could be bothersome.

"That's more your cup of tea isn't it?"

#ooc// back again!!#rp thread #tickle rp blog

Lucifer's pride was quite strong today. He stood his ground despite Alastor's actions sending that familiar electrical current throughout his body, urging him to melt. He bore a wide sharp-toothed smile, a challenging glint in his eyes.

"Ohoho you're just asking for it, aren't ya? Gotta say, Bambi, ya talk a looooooooooot of hooey for someone who's put himself into a compromising position," Lucifer teases, indicating this by raising his hands and curling them into wiggling claws.

He hovered over the deer's clothed torso, keeping eye contact despite being slightly forced to.

"Or is that what your plan is? Come on, ya know a game would be much more exciting~ Anything come to mind, deer?"

Rp starter @the-radio-ler the bet!!

It had been a pretty eventful day at the hotel, at least, it had been for the dear king of hell.

Paperwork, cleaning, creating (although enjoyable) it was all so status quo. He was craving that freedom he blessed upon the human realm with, to switch up his routine for something more enjoyable.

At the mention of "switch", Lucifer was the embodiment of that rare moment where his Ler and Lee moods were colliding. He supposed this is what led him to filing through certain games he could run by the radio demon with.

*Maybe something challenging,,,,, with high stakes!!"

His creative mind seemed to work in tandem with his magic as a shirt was summoned and landed atop his bed. The seraphim grinned from ear to ear, giggling devilishly to himself before picking the article of clothing up and teleporting to Alastor's room.

"Oh Bambi~ I need your opinion on something! Whatcha think of this design?"

Lucifer held up the shirt to display, in very clear writing, "Ticklish" with an arrow pointing up. He kept a close eye on the deer's reaction, attempting to gain the upper hand by sensing what mood he was in.

Alastor slammed his pen down on his desk with an irritated sigh. By far his least favorite part about being an overlord. Paperwork. Carmilla had sent him about a novel in tiny text for him to read and sign his name about a hundred times.

He had just finished it when a familiar burst of magic perked his ears up. His strained grin turned to an easy smile.

Alastor turned his head to Lucifer and blinked as he took in the shirt's design. His face had the slightest rush of heat in the seconds it took him to process.

He cleared his throat and spoke quickly, "A apt descriptor for you, though I certainly don't need to be reminded."

He stood from his desk and leaned backwards with his hands on his spine, hearing a satisfying but tiring 'pop' from his back after being seated so long.

"If this is your way of asking, I could use a 'please'."

#//hey guys I'm alive yo #rp starter

The demon's subtle blush enlightened Lucifer tenfold, however his response completely threw him for a runner, the seraphim's cheeks dusting a soft golden glow.

Lucifer scoffed at the others sass, trying his best not to let any lee tendencies arise to the front. His tail end flicked, his face up turned to the request of a 'please'.

"Ya quick to assume this is for me, hm? Well- I guess it depends on how our game goes," Lucifer added, waltzing over to place the shirt over the deer's chair, glancing at the paperwork.

"Yeesh, looks like I arrived just in time to be a wonderful distraction!" He turned and rested a hand on his hip, a smug look on his face. "We could just skip the game and accept your defeat right now. You look like you could use a few tickles to fight that bad work mood~"

Rp starter @the-radio-ler the bet!!

It had been a pretty eventful day at the hotel, at least, it had been for the dear king of hell.

Paperwork, cleaning, creating (although enjoyable) it was all so status quo. He was craving that freedom he blessed upon the human realm with, to switch up his routine for something more enjoyable.

At the mention of "switch", Lucifer was the embodiment of that rare moment where his Ler and Lee moods were colliding. He supposed this is what led him to filing through certain games he could run by the radio demon with.

*Maybe something challenging,,,,, with high stakes!!"

His creative mind seemed to work in tandem with his magic as a shirt was summoned and landed atop his bed. The seraphim grinned from ear to ear, giggling devilishly to himself before picking the article of clothing up and teleporting to Alastor's room.

"Oh Bambi~ I need your opinion on something! Whatcha think of this design?"

Lucifer held up the shirt to display, in very clear writing, "Ticklish" with an arrow pointing up. He kept a close eye on the deer's reaction, attempting to gain the upper hand by sensing what mood he was in.

Cuteness Aggression | RP Starter with @hells-squeakiest-king

Things had changed since Alastor and Lucifer admitted their feelings for one another. All for the better, in Alastor's eyes.

For one, they spent much more time together. One of the best changes. Again, in Alastor's opinion, though he hoped it was one that Lucifer shared.

Currently the two were resting on Lucifer's bed late into the evening. The demon was reading a horror novel, sat up against the headboard, while Lucifer was lounging near the foot of the bed playing with a couple of his ducks.

Mere months ago he would've mocked the king relentlessly for playing pretend with toys like a toddler.

Now it was somehow endearing. How? Alastor wasn't sure.

Even the occasional squeaks from the seraphim's ducks only made Alastor's smile grow instead of strain.

What was this man doing to him?

It was a comfortable silence, despite the duck squeaks. The two loved their banter, their taunts and teases to each other hadn't stopped after becoming closer, but moments of quiet were equally welcomed, just finding comfort in the other's company.

Occasionally between chapters Alastor would take a break from reading to peer over the top of the book and watch Lucifer for a moment. That was what he was currently doing, eyes watching the seraphim play with a soft smile.

Lucifer was truly in a much better headspace than he was previously, and that was solely due to Alastor spending time with him. Of course their new found relationship was a leading factor, but the king valued quality time.

There was something so peaceful about enjoying another's presence, listening to the soft hums and turning of pages relaxed the seraphim. Although he was summoning more ducks, making them squeak and dance, Lucifer had kept an ear out for the deer. Almost like second nature, or perhaps he just wished to make sure he was still there.

If he weren't at the end of the bed, he would be making sure their legs or arms would be touching, just for that security. With that being said, the devil's dormant tail curled up as he raised a duck high into the air. The end of the tail slinking round Alastor's calf loosely as a means to be near.

"The flap-tastic high flying duck! Ascend to the highest heavens!" he spoke theatrically as the rubber duck squeaked and honked as their wings flapped to fly up around the bedpost. Excited laughter was heard from the angel as he looked back to Alastor, gesturing to the creation.

"Look at them go! Can you believe no one cared about this stuff?!"

A rhetorical question that Lucifer secretly wished vindication for, but the fear of being told his ideas were just as stupid as those above had seemed to always overtake his mind.

Alastor made an effort not to smile too big. It would be no good to stroke the king's massive ego anymore would it?

His eyes watched the duck fly but then bounced right back to the seraphim now laughing like a kid a clown show.

Cute. Why was everything that seraphim did so... Cute?

There's that feeling again. Cute aggression as Charlie had informed him it was called. It sounded so ridiculous in theory. You see something adorable and you want to do something harsh to it?

And here he was, staring at the angel and wanting both to hug him and dig his teeth into his skin.

"Hard to believe." Alastor snickered the slightest bit before clearing his throat and calming his expression to something more composed. "You have a way of making things interesting, darling."

Lucifer held the duck with both hands and he snuggled it, treating the creation as his own child. It wasn't entirely false, he created it and thus it must be cared for. The seraphim felt that vindication he was looking for, though the added compliment was new yet not discouraged.

Especially not with that endearing nickname.

Red eyes twinkled as he just looked at Alastor, processing and digesting the rush of excitement he felt hearing that word. The duck was sat down and whooshed off to the side without needing to look. Lucifer caught himself feeling starstruck, attempting to savour his pride and Cool-Dude personality by looking more playful.

"I know right? Maybe a sweet-talking deer would like to see what my magic can really do~"

With a snap of his fingers, he was looking to make something so unbelievably impressive that Alastor would be gobsmacked. However, with the amount of love in his heart, the magic within him created three ducks that quacked and simultaneously kissed Alastor on his forehead, cheek and nose.

That cool personality was quick to drop as Lucifer covered his mouth as he gasped, ushering the ducks to fly over to him with the other hand. The seraphim began giving a pep-talk to the ducks as if he himself didn't have control over them, a flush of embarrassment covering his face.

"Now what was that for?! You're making me look like a fool!"

Alastor raised an eyebrow as Lucifer snapped his fingers, likely about to show off, not that Alastor could fault him. If you have power, flaunt it. That's what Alastor liked to do.

Three ducks? Cute, but no really impre-

Alastor squeaked as the ducks made their kisses. Heat flooded his face and his smile turned downright bashful.

Agh, he really wasn't great at receiving affection. It was something he'd be getting used to.

He blinked and turned his attention to Lucifer's little gasp.

Well, he was glad he wasn't the only one blushing. He looked positively embarrassed, as if the affection was accidental. He was... giving a pep talk to his ducks?

Alastor huffed. Snickered. And snorted in a quick fit of giggles.

Lucifer was... He was just so-!

Ugh, that cute aggression.

He stared with his jaw locked. He wanted to do something about this feeling.

Oh, right. They were sort of... together now? He could just...

Alastor glanced at his page number, closed his book, and set it on Lucifer's night stand.

He then promptly launched himself at the seraphim like a ravenous mutt, tackling him to the bed with his hands on his wrists, then lightly bit down and nibbled on Lucifer's neck.

Lucifer wasn't sure the reaction Alastor would have to the sudden affection. The deer looked shy and surprised, the seraphim finding it undeniably cute.

Then, he was suddenly tackled without another word, and the angel froze and began to slightly panic, unaware of Alastor's meaning for this.

He is the radio demon! Of course he doesn't like looking bashful and flushed- quick! Say something or you're a goner!

"Alastor- come on, it was an a-accident! I would have recalled them faster if I knew what they were going to dO- Don't eat me!"

Lucifer was very aware that Alastor more than likely wouldn't hurt him, but not knowing why his wrists were pinned and his neck was targeted. That was, until he started giggling and squealing at the contact. The nibbles were unbelievably ticklish.

Oh!

"EheheHEHE- whahahat Ihihis hahappenihihiNG? EEK! Bahahambi!"

The seraphim lightly fought back by pulling at hist wrists, instinctual as he always had his pride to maintain, though he didn't exactly dislike being pinned. Especially if it were to receive such wonderful things as neck nibbles.

"Looking so damned adorable..." Alastor growled between nibbles. "Had to do something about it. Want to bite you. Squeeze you. How do you do this to me?"

He took a deep breath and blew a long raspberry on Lucifer's neck before immediately resuming his biting.

Two tentacles sprouted to hold Lucifer's wrists and pull them high above his head while his claws went to work scribbling at his pits.

He needed to destroy him. It was his own fault for being so damned cute.

Lucifer felt his cheeks begin to heat up at the compliments, his neck being attacked only adding to the flustered situation. He always had a soft spot for his neck in more ways than one, the angel silently thankful this was an innocent pure moment or else he'd be in trouble.

Some might call him in trouble already, but as the two have figured out, they both enjoyed the hell out of moments like this. Whether either of them would admit that, very unlikely due to their prideful nature.

"Ihihi- mreEK! Dohohon't knohohow?! I wahahasn't eheheven dohoing ahahanything dihihifferent!"

The king squealed in between his response at the sudden raspberry to his sensitive skin. Lucifer was wriggling very weakly as he couldn't help but adore the proximity the two had. However, as his wrists were pulled up by those sneaky tendrils, the seraphim could already feel the building ticklish dread.

"Alahahastor- ahaHAHALASTOOOOOOOOOOOR!"

He shrieked at the contact to his pits. Although covered, the expensive silk shirt acted as a gliding spot for those sharp claws to torment his hollows. Lucifer had cocked his head up as his wrists were yoinked, unknowingly leaving more neck space for the Cannibal to roam and munch.

Oh Alastor took advantage of the revealed neck, now trailing higher just below his jaw.

Another raspberry.

He began jabbing his thumbs in the hollows of Lucifer's underarms as he growled deeply. "How the fuck are so cute? Everything you do. Everything you say. Your laugh. Your smile. Can't fucking stand it."

More nibbling up and down his neck. He switched to the other side to make sure Lucifer didn't get used to the feeling.

It wasn't fair. This tiny little seraphim practically had him wrapped around his finger.

It wasn't enough. He needed more.

"GAHAHAH- fuhucking rahaspberrihihies!" he whined with the biggest smile on his face. Alastor's growls sounded so primal, despite the man himself being depicted as a deer. Lucifer wasn't sure how to take it, though he could feel his body going limp by the second.

What am I doing to him?! What's he doing to me! Stupid body going weak-

The king elicited multiple squeaks from the jabs to his pits, the spot acting as a button for the demon to press as many times as he pleased. Lucifer listened intently to Alastor's growing cuteness aggression, finding it to be utterly delightful. What caught his ear more, though, was the open opportunity to share one of his favourite dad retorts.

"Wehehell then- yahaha behetter sihihit dohohown! Ohoho wahahait- yohohou tehehechinically ahalready ahahare!"

The shift to the other side of his neck was cruel but effective. Lucifer twisted and turned in his hold to protect the spot on his neck as much as he could. Giggling and squealing his heart out as he awaited the deer's response to his response. A forked tongue was stuck out in preparation.

A light chuckle.

What could Alastor say? He’d always been a fan of puns.

And it wasn’t helping his need to destroy this adorable fucking angel.

This wasn’t enough. He needed to destroy him more. Needed to squeeze him until he popped.

Alastor’s arms wrapped around Lucifer’s torso and pulled him upwards into a crushing hug.

The new position allowed Alastor’s teeth to reach his nape, which they dug into happily.

The tentacles raised to Lucifer’s new position, keeping his hands high in the air while their creator’s claws scribbled and scratched and jabbed all over the stretched taut armpits.

Alastor’s tail was wagging happily. And with him in his pajamas, Lucifer could probably see it over his shoulder.

But he didn’t care. This felt so good. Lucifer gave him so much energy. Loving energy. He needed it out of his body and Lucifer as close as possible.

“The cuter you are the longer this is going to go on, sweetheart. Choose your words carefully.” Spoken low and gravelly.

That light chuckle was not satisfying enough for Lucifer, so of course he was going to keep being silly! He loved to entertain, after all.

However, with their new position and the fact Alastor was squeezing him tighter, Lucifer was losing focus on his next piece of comedy. Finding this hug to be so nice, a perfect level of squeezing to satiate the urge for closeness.

Then those cannibalistic teeth found his nape. Arms wrapped around him created a perfect position for the demon's claws to only be over his taut underarms. Lucifer exploded into cackled laughter.

"NYOHOHOHO- THIHIS IHIHIS EHEHEVIL!"

He said it as it was, the position was almost impossible to escape even without the tendrils holding his hands up high. The seraphim's chest bounced with each laugh, his lungs trying to find a comfortable rhythm to take air in.

Lucifer heard Alastor's gravelly comment, feeling his face burn and glow. His eyes locked onto the happily wagging tail, finding this whole endeavour to be utterly adorable. Not to mention being tickled out your mind is a lovely pick-me-up.

All I gotta do is be cute? Say less!

"HAHAHAVE- EEK! HAVE YOHOHOU MEHEHET MEHEHE?- DON'TNIHIHIBBLETHERE!" He squealed through his sweet giggles as Alastor's teeth grazed the top of his spine.

It was quite unfortunate that his worst spots were all connected in one way or another. Thankfully, Lucifer was doing such a good job not accidentally throwing his head back and bonking the radio demon in the head.

And boy did his body scream for him to thrash, wanting to protect the sensitive spot.

"LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHOOOOOOOOOO!" he whined, using his tail to curl round and poke at the deer's tail. "OHOHOR IHIHIS SOHOHOMEONE EHEHENJOYING THIHIHIS TOHOHOO MUHUCH?~"

Of course he needed to tease Alastor, it'd be cruel not to throw in at least one.

'Don't nibble there'?

His teeth lightly dug into that spot, rapidly nibbling at the located sweet spot.

That tail poke elicited a small squeak.

He growled something deep and dangerous. He planted his lips into Lucifer's skin while he spoke.

"You're one to talk, Little Duckling. Your protests are all meaningless, we both know it. You adore this. You want more. You want to laugh until you forget your own name."

Another raspberry before targeting his nape with rapidly munching teeth once again.

The claws practically tearing apart his armpits abandoned the spot, shifting instead to tap his shoulder blades. The position loosened the hug a bit. Which pissed Alastor off. But he needed to wreck this man.

He hummed into his neck. "You adorable fucking duckling. You want this. You want to laugh for me. Giggle squeal and cackle... I want it too. You ready to lose it?"