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~

Comments

[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~