[ Oh? Oh? Alastor thinks a little maneuver like a bit of delicate hand to the cheek is enough to bother the devil himself? Ha! He may not know where Alastor's mouth has been (hopefully not near any deceased fellow sinners recently), but he's kissed far worse than the Radio Demon! Back in Heaven, angels were expected to kiss anyone and anything. Not on the mouth, of course, but whoo boy, does Lucifer have some stories to tell!
Point being! This? A little return smooching? Bring it the fuck on!
Gold smears across their mouths as Lucifer doubles down — slides one hand from Alastor's collar to cup the nape of his neck, fingers threading into the soft strands of his hair. He licks into Alastor's mouth, deepens the kiss, lets it turn messy and slow and nearly tender. Even hums into a little.
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Date: 2024-03-24 09:15 pm (UTC)Point being! This? A little return smooching? Bring it the fuck on!
Gold smears across their mouths as Lucifer doubles down — slides one hand from Alastor's collar to cup the nape of his neck, fingers threading into the soft strands of his hair. He licks into Alastor's mouth, deepens the kiss, lets it turn messy and slow and nearly tender. Even hums into a little.
Top THAT, Radio Demon! ]