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“Breathe through your nose.”
Alastor does.
“See! You’re doing great!”
Lucifer pinches his arm, and Alastor’s escape attempt shoves the frozen treat hard against his palate. His throat spasms. He coughs and bites down on the popsicle filling his mouth. A chunk of ice comes away and slips invasively down the back of his tongue.
He’s still hunched over the kitchen sink, eyes watering, hands sticky with melted popsicle and his lips smeared bubblegum pink when Vincent walks through the front door exactly 103 seconds later.
“….what the fuck are you two doing?”
Lucifer doesn’t even blink as he continues rubbing circles into the soft skin between Alastor’s shoulder blades.
“Practicing!” He exclaims brightly.
…Alastor is going to kill him.