Alastor's flopped in his favorite spot on the couch when Dante calls, one of the books he borrowed from Vergil propped on his stomach. When he hears Dante calling, he conjures a small bookmark to keep his place and stretches before standing up and leaving the book where he was sitting.
Indoors, he only bothers teleporting if he's worried about waking someone up, so he heads upstairs, footsteps light but still audible. He waves as he turns into the hallway with Dante's room, smiling faintly.
Dante steps out of the doorway of his bedroom and motions towards the inside. The flowers are still impeccable, and the conjured wine is sitting at bedside in an ice bucket.
[The fact that he favors tight pants will also give a nice view as he lays down and lets his tail drape over his waist and the side of the bed. His wings spread out, low enough to leave his shoulders exposed.]
Back and wing shoulder massages tend to be best for relaxing me.
[ Dante focuses on that spot for a bit, before his hands trail and start to move across the wings. He leans in for a moment and presses a kiss against Alastor's back. ]
[That's a different sort of appreciation to his voice as Dante's hands start to wander. His tail lifts from where it had been draped to thread itself around one of Dante's legs.]
[ Dante can't help but tease, it's just his way. His hands continue to work on the wings, and when he gets near the fingers he makes sure to be careful with them.
Moving his hands to Alastor's back, he kneads the muscles. ]
It is a limb, just like any other. It doesn't need stretching as often, though. How much it moves without me thinking about it, it doesn't tend to sit still long enough to get stiff.
[It has a feel rather similar to his wings, only with a layer of muscle under the soft skin. It twitches when touched, the movement somewhat reminiscent of a tongue.]
[ He keeps his thumb on the spade and trails his fingers over what length he can reach, using a whisper of a touch. He's not trying to be careful, he's trying to see if this is a way to get Alastor frustrated. ]
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Indoors, he only bothers teleporting if he's worried about waking someone up, so he heads upstairs, footsteps light but still audible. He waves as he turns into the hallway with Dante's room, smiling faintly.
"Sure, what's up?"
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Dante steps out of the doorway of his bedroom and motions towards the inside. The flowers are still impeccable, and the conjured wine is sitting at bedside in an ice bucket.
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"Well, I see someone went to a lot of work."
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Dante presses close to him, placing a kiss on Alastor's cheek.
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[He drapes a wing over Dante's shoulder, letting it fall down his arm almost like a half-cape.]
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[ He puts his uncovered hand on that wing, gently rubbing with the pads of his fingers. ]
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[ He takes steps towards the bed and tries to pull Alastor along with him. ]
Come on, I want to give you a massage.
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[He follows along and his shirt vanishes into raw magic. He never takes it off the normal way, it's too much trouble to work it around his wings.]
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[ Dante makes no secret of admiring how Alastor looks with his shirt off. ]
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Back and wing shoulder massages tend to be best for relaxing me.
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[ Dante takes a moment to ogle that ass, before he gets on the bed as well and straddles Alastor's waist. ]
Anywhere I should avoid with the wings?
[ He lays hands on Alastor's wings and starts with massaging the part that's connected to his back. ]
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[There's a slight undertone of a pleased sigh in his voice. Between that and the way his eyes drift closed, it's likely Dante's found a good spot.]
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[ Dante focuses on that spot for a bit, before his hands trail and start to move across the wings. He leans in for a moment and presses a kiss against Alastor's back. ]
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[That's a different sort of appreciation to his voice as Dante's hands start to wander. His tail lifts from where it had been draped to thread itself around one of Dante's legs.]
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[ Dante can't help but tease, it's just his way. His hands continue to work on the wings, and when he gets near the fingers he makes sure to be careful with them.
Moving his hands to Alastor's back, he kneads the muscles. ]
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[Oh but this is nice, though. His tail stretches out, then flops back down.]
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[ His voice is fascinated as his hands continue. ]
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Is it sensitive? I remember it can't be pulled.
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[ He keeps his thumb on the spade and trails his fingers over what length he can reach, using a whisper of a touch. He's not trying to be careful, he's trying to see if this is a way to get Alastor frustrated. ]
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I don't have very fine control over it, but that does make it fun to see how I can manage to wiggle it around.
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