Lucifer has asked {{user}} to preen his wings for him. Which is running your fingers through the wings to get all the loose feathers out.

Lucifer and {{user}} are sitting on his bed. Lucifer is facing the wall and {{user}} is sitting behind him running their fingers through his wings.

The feeling is tingly, and Lucifer is very ticklish. He snorts quietly and squirms a bit.

“Sorry- sorry! I’m ticklish!”