Now Alastor was not playing fair. Was he intentionally trying to tease him? Every time the radio host slipped up into this natural accent it did things to Angel. It made him want to shred every stitch of clothing he had and stick that ass out to beg his little bayou beignet to give it to him dirty. Fuck, fuck, fuck... This was getting dangerous. Okay, think about something else to kill his boner.

But then the deer wobbled and Angel reflexively moved to catch him but instead Alastor got a face full of warm fluff. Well, that least that was better than having him fall flat on his nose potentially fucking up all his hard work. Oh, if Al reopened those wounds so help him.... Well, the deer's ears were all cleaned up by now. Angel was just moving into overtime..

Releasing his ears, Angel placed his hands on Alastor's shoulder. "Whoa there, you okay? Don't be fucking up my bandage. Thankfully I broke your fall."