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"Wakey wakey, dear, I made breakfast!" Alastor sang softly as he entered the room, carrying a well stocked tray with him. It didn't make a sound as he placed it down on the night stand, and his touch was just as gentle as he stroked over Valentino's antennae, "Come on, you'll be grumpy if you don't have time to eat something."
Valentino let out a huff of protest, but slowly blinked open his eyes. "Mornin'" He yawned. After an exaggerated stretch and a loud groan, he was sitting up and pulling the tray into his lap. The coffee burned his throat, but he drank half before putting it back down.
"You have a photoshoot to oversee at ten AM which will run until twelve, then you'll have time to come back here for a quick lunch, before several meetings that will run until six." Alastor explained, as he stood perfectly straight, hands tucked neatly behind his back.
Valentino squinted up at him, still unused to that holy glow, "You don't have to act as my secretary, you know?"
"I know. But if I don't get you to keep to a schedule, then you'll have to rely on yourself, and we both know how that will end, don't we?" The words were spoken in a teasing, but fond, tone, with a cheeky grin that had Valentino looking away, face red.
"My point stands, you can do whatever you want now Al, no rules, no restrictions."
Alastor shifted in place, wings ruffling, "Yes, well, I can't leave, can I? It's not safe. So I have to keep myself busy somehow, and I like doing nice things for you." That teasing tone returned as he continued, "But if you really don't like me cooking for you, I can stop."
Valentino put himself between Alastor and his breakfast, "I never said that." He mumbled, mouth full of food.
Alastor grinned, "Then I'll carry on."
Valentino hummed, taking a few more bites of food before he set the tray aside, "How long until I need to go?"
"About an hour."
"We have more than enough time to sin then, don't we?" Valentino grinned, one pitch black hand creeping up Alastor's thigh, sliding under his borrowed shirt to grab a handful of ass.
"Val..." Alastor spoke, voice coming out in a whine. He struggled half heartedly as he was pulled down onto the bed.
"Don't sound so scandalized when we had sex the first day we met."
"Val!"
"And look at you now, a perfect little housewife."
Alastor shivered as teeth met his neck and he pushed at a broad chest, "You need to get ready."
"Soon. I want to make a mess of you first." Valentino purred, stroking over the winner's halo that dimmed more and more with each day he spent in Hell. "You just lay back and enjoy yourself."