[There's a low hint of amusement on his lips but he trades it for pleasure instead, moaning into Lucifer's lips, utterly helpless against how he feels, the way that teeth nip. No marks yet, he's sure, but truthfully the longer this stretches, the less sure he is that he actually meant it when he asked.]
I think you're probably right. But I was actually trying to be modest.
[He says it was a touch of a purr on his lips, a flutter of his eyelashes as he looks up at him. He knows that teasing the Devil is probably not the best idea in the world, but it's captivating. And oh, but the touches don't hurt. He wants him to kiss him again, but he refrains from asking just because he likes feeling this unravel for him.]
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I think you're probably right. But I was actually trying to be modest.
[He says it was a touch of a purr on his lips, a flutter of his eyelashes as he looks up at him. He knows that teasing the Devil is probably not the best idea in the world, but it's captivating. And oh, but the touches don't hurt. He wants him to kiss him again, but he refrains from asking just because he likes feeling this unravel for him.]