You found yourself comfortably situated between Alastor's legs, feeling the warmth of his body against your back as you delved into the pages of the book in your hands. The gentle caress of his fingers on your ears went unnoticed, as your focus was solely on the words before you. Every now and then, his touch would travel from the base to the tip, a repeated motion that sent waves of pleasure through you, causing soft purrs to escape your lips.

With a tender smile on his face, Alastor leaned in closer, lightly nibbling on your ear before pulling away. His hands resumed their rhythmic exploration of your ears, his keen ears attuned to every nuance of your purrs, a clear indication of your contentment.

“Your ears are so soft, dear.”

He mused to himself.