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Alastor takes a sip of his whiskey, and puts the glass down. Lucifer talked about wanting Alastor to bite him, and he is in the living room nearby. His golden-partial-apple juice blood can drunken the deer demon.
“Oh Lucifer~”
“Yes Al”
“Are you free to be bitten in this moment?”
“Uh yeah”
Alastor opened his mouth wide and sunk his teeth deep in his neck, drinking all the blood he can safely. A moan escapes Lucifer.
A few hours later, Alastor stubbles around Luci, talking some flirty regrets. Lucifer’s neck bandaged up due to the bite.
“S-slurly t-there’sy evidence… hide”