Seasons - Lucifer's Voicemail

[dadbeatdad]

Why hello there. You've reached Lucifer Morningstar. Sorry I can't come to the phone right now. Leave a message after the tone and I might get back to you. Make it good~ Byyyyyyye~

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[splittingheadache]

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[There's no way Louis can keep himself from staring.

His arms uncross from over Lucifer's lap, hands coming down to the sides of the devil's thighs to grip them as he looks up at Lucifer with stars and heat in his eyes.
And even though he leans a bit, still staring wide-eyed, just to rub his cheek on Lucifer's knee...
There's really only one thing he can think to say.]

... Have I told you how beautiful you are, Your Excellency?

Anything you want from me and more - ask for it, and it's yours...! I have no doubts you'll shirk my toxins as if they aren't even there, as well -
You did take Daydream's blade as if it were little more than a kitchen knife! It may as well not have any concentrated nightmares within its metal at all!

Truly, though, at this point it feels as though I'm almost stalling... so...

[His hands come up, then, to take the front of Lucifer's trousers - holding it with the obvious intention to undo it, but...
Also waiting for express permission.

Anyone else would probably just floor it, go for it without waiting to be told it's okay, but, look. Louis's whole thing deals with mental powers that are, classically, meant for using and manipulating people in diabolical ways - the idea of doing anything without permission is a touchy one for him because of it.]

[dadbeatdad]

[That look on Louis's face, the way he props himself on his legs, nuzzling his knee. It's beautiful. Gloved claws gently reach down to run through pearlescent hair and then run up one of those horns. He chuckles and traces the very top with the tip of his claw idly.]

I am a living aspect of the infinite, my dearest Louis. I can withstand your toxins as I did your blade, indeed.

[Even though it took quite a bit of healing to actually heal the damn wound. And he will leave out that fact for now. It is unlikely to happen again anyway.]

You can proceed. Get them open and taste divinity, dearest Louis.

[splittingheadache]

[- Oh.

Oh, no.

Okay, well. Louis would love to do exactly as Lucifer tells him to do - he'd love nothing more than to taste divinity, thank you very much!
But... Lucifer running his claws along his horns like that? Tracing them? For some reason or another, that gets Louis to seemingly melt outright, leaning his horn into Lucifer's hand like a cat looking for pets...

... He's incredibly sensitive to having his horns scratched.
Incredibly.

So much so, Evangeline's learned that she can shut him up in the middle of a paranoid tirade just by scritching the base of one of them...
It's not even erogenous or anything, it just feels good in a way that Louis is immediately and completely distracted by. Congrats on discovering this for yourself, Lucifer!]

[dadbeatdad]

Ooooh. Well well well. [Lucifer curls his fingers, the tips of his claws gently scritching the horn and moving up and down in a very suggestive manner.]

Sensitive horns, huh? That is so hot and so cute all at the same time~