[ He certainly would not have pegged Alastor as the kind who would provide aftercare to someone he had just fucked out of their minds, but maybe that's doing a disservice to the demon. So, in a rare move for himself, Lucifer gives in to the urge to not move and let Alastor take care of him. It feels... surprisingly nice, with pleasant little shivers rolling down his spine. ]

Mmm... that tells me your tail is cute. [ His voice is dreamy in tone, exhausted but drifting and happy. ] I won't tell anyone. Gets to be my little secret.

[ Lucifer sucks in a breath as Alastor's hand moves between his thighs, everything down there so exquisitely sensitive. Still, he gives a little 'heh' of a laugh, not bothering to open his eyes or really move to even try to stop Alastor's hand. ]

The privilege? I think you mean the pleasure~ [ The heat from the water is certainly melting him, because moment by moment it feels like he is getting more and more limp where he is draped over Alastor, breathing in time with the deer. ]