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"Oh you're very inspiring," Istredd says on a breathless laugh. He does glance up at the strange mix of feelings that are coming out of him. He is glad that Lucifer doesn't have to pace around in order to explain this time because he has no intentions of moving. It is so interesting to be in this situation where Lucier simply doesn't know how his body is reacting. It's thrilling to be his first.

Let me help you break this body in then. Istredd smiles from where he is currently interested in covering every inch of Lucifer's chest and torso with his mouth. You're safe with me, Lucifer. Everyone goes through this the first time. Istredd doesn't want him to worry about what he is or isn't doing right here, or that he needs to have excuses for any of it. He gets it. The point of order has been accepted and approved. He gets dealing with vessels is more complicated than the typical virginal situation.

Istredd gets a surge of pleasure just hearing those words from Lucifer's mouth and while he normally would continue the obvious path downward, he is hearing that all of this is intensely new. So his mouth travels upward instead although he does nip very lightly at the curve of Lucifer's neck. He seems comfortable with them moving against each other, so that can be a good place to stay.

The next time he rocks their hips together, the friction causes him to gasp, hard underneath his tight pants, and he sucks the skin right under Lucifer's ear as he continues this dance of theirs. Are you comfortable losing the pants? Still determined to ask, be careful and considerate.

I dare you to break it, he sings.

He smooths a hand into the back pocket of Istredd's pants, encouragement if anything.

He's done pacing. He's vibing enough from their dance that his 'openness' fuel tank is full and his vulnerability levels are empty. Lucifer's settled into the fact that he's going to be vulnerable in this situation. But it's nearly always Istredd seeing him the most carved open, and it's because it's continually Istredd that he allows the vulnerability, allows the weakness.

Istredd's had Lucifer's skin under his hands before. That wound cleaning in itself should have left Lucifer more exposed than this, and he's still alive, still mentally kicking.

More uncomfortable keeping them on, he all-but growls, thoughts vibrating with the intensity.

That's likely fine. Nothing to worry about. He was in full-power last time and there were no uncontained problems. Surely running on empty as he is will be fine. Right?

Hopefully there's no additional cleaning fee slapped onto their room charge, is all.

He slips his other hand down between them. Istredd's a bit easier to unbutton than his own pants, and it offers the 'delicate' pass of knuckles. Whoops, sorry/not sorry.

I don't know if you can handle it, Istredd sings back. Is he challenging him a little bit to make this easier? That if Lucifer can make it more of a proving himself situation, he might get out of his head? Either way, he is happy to take this however works for him.

It didn't strike Istredd until later that it had been a big deal for Lucifer to let him tend his wounds. He knows now how hard vulnerability is for him, and he'd been attacked, damaged. It may be their trust extended earlier than either of them expected. That gentle display of care laid the groundwork for this.

His breath catches and he shudders at the 'graze,' eyes fluttering closed for that brief second. Istredd can't help but lean into the touch, his body unconscious wanting more. He shakes his head to try and clear it and moves off him, his stripping even faster this time around, despite those pants really being tighter than he thought. He kicks off the last of his layers and turns back to Lucifer.

"I changed my mind, I hate these clothes." Istredd smiles at him to put him at ease and runs his hands down Lucifer's torso to work on peeling them off him. Lift your hips. His touches are gentle now, caresses, knowing how vulnerable this all is to be laid bare under Istredd's hands and eyes.

Those pretty eyes that Lucifer wouldn't want to burn out of his skull.

Istredd already said he found Lucifer's actual form attractive, and it's true, but this vessel is so appealing to him too. Once there is not a single stitch of clothes between them he moves (very gracefully this time) back on top of Lucifer and slowly lowers himself down so they're fully pressed up against each other now. Still with me?

Won't that be interesting to find out? he hums, another pass of his hand, thumb twisting just so.

He likely wouldn't be so keen to follow instructions further down the road, but the 'safety' and trust is strong enough that he defaults to Istredd's assurances. Because despite his dare for Istredd to break-in this body, he could very well break Istredd if he isn't careful to an extent. The healers of Hayle do not need that late at night.

He's already pressing lips to a shoulder the moment Istredd's back in his hands, both their banquet outfits fully in a couple haphazard piles. He breaks away only to make eye contact.

Lucifer may just get out of one portion of his head. The complex, grace-deprived, closer-to-human thoughts. That is good for them both.

But he won't leave his head entirely. That angelic, alien entity will always be his primarily, no matter how watered down it is. And that part of his head is very, very present.

In the sense you need me to be, he starts through thoughts, and finishes, "yes." But I could get lost in the breakdown of this. It's quite fascinating now that I have the time to process it. Just a simple... He kneads the heel of his kept-low palm against Istredd, giving him the touch he craves. Still a mild chill to it despite their activities, his eyes not breaking contact from Istredd's own, interested, drinking in and absorbing the reactions. ... Elicits a response. Sensitive nerves and sensitive minds, convoluted and crossed, not even the mind and body trying to find balance, just... mess.

He folds his legs behind Istredd's, maybe learned, maybe some instinct from that complicated 'mind and body' babble, and repeats, strikingly fond, Just mess. That he doesn't seem to have any particular problem with.

Istredd doesn't know the full extent of Lucifer's strength and power. He knows it exists, he knows that he is far from human even in this vessel, but the danger in this situation is not something he has considered. And frankly he has no intention of considering. Nothing is going to stop him outside of Lucifer asking him not to. There are worse ways to die.

"Fuck," Istredd moans when Lucifer keeps touching him, rubbing against him. He moves against him in a natural way, a slow and steady rock of his hips down, pressing Lucifer into the mattress. He really doesn't ordinarily swear this much, if there ever was a good time. He is very expressive here, not holding back as he grits his teeth. His lust is so clearly tumbling over the line to choke them both.

I like your way of talking dirty. His amusement is threaded into desire. Never will their joking be put entirely to rest. It's always been a risk you could break me, I took that on willingly. Eagerly. From the first time he entered Lucifer's mind, it was a possibility. He didn't hesitate and he wouldn't now. Not when he has been straight up watching him with lovestruck eyes for a long time. "All I want is to please you, Lucifer."

His teeth dig into Lucifer's neck and down, sucking very carefully on a nipple, since it is a brand new situation and set of feelings. He sinks further on the bed, just sliding easily between Lucifer's legs. It isn't until his mouth is at his stomach that he glances up at him again from this position.

"Can your mess handle my mouth or is it too much?" It is intense for anyone and he knows that, but he is so hungry for it. Istredd understands this is a lot but what he wants more than anything is to have Lucifer fall apart. Break. Tumble into a pleasure he's never really known before. A hand curls down to cup his thigh, caressing the skin there. No more pressure than that, he isn't trying to use his attraction against him for persuasion.

Don't let it go too much to your head, he groans, but you do that simply by existing in my presence.

... Most times, anyway. There are definitely times Lucifer wants to ring his neck, and not in an appealing way. And it should still go to the idiot's head.

His hips buck involuntary the lower Istredd goes, his thoughts for the first time becoming fuzzy. Distracted. Highly distracted. He usually shifts so frequently back and forth between thoughts and speaking and he's having more trouble with one more than the other.

There's a loose power about him, dribbling out and around and back through mostly unnoticed by Lucifer like a leaking helium balloon. Just a subtle shift in air currents. That might not be able to handle it. The part of him that recognizes it surely doesn't care.

Istredd. It's close a whine. Words, he needs words. He's all about words. Won't know until we find out.

Sorry, impossible not to let that go to my head. Istredd lets that wash over him and he soaks it in greedily. He shares between their bond that it's mutual, no question about it, he has been fulfilled by every moment they are together. But he is still very smug for a moment there.

The hips bucking up tell him that Lucifer's body at least is interested in him continuing but bodies are much more desperate than minds. Istredd does lean down and delicately kisses the thigh he has curled in his hand, so close to him. The soft skin on the inside is sucked on, knowing he is being very persuasive whether or not Lucifer is ready. He is barely an inch away from really touching him.

We'll take it slow. He is reassuring. Yes he could immediately drive Lucier wild and be cruel about it, but it's better to let him adjust as they go. Istredd considers that an invitation so he nuzzles his nose along Lucifer's hard flesh, caressing his tongue from base to tip. It's been some time since he did this last, but it's muscle memory.

Put your hand in my hair. See, demanding. He is the experienced one of the two of them and assured Lucifer he could lead him through this. He sucks very gently at the sensitive top and then envelops it entirely with his mouth, simply holding it there for now so Lucifer can adjust to the heat.

Istredd's welcome to the compliment. See, Lucifer can be nice sometimes. It's just in rare, small doses.

The response that follows is a mangled sputtered string of Enochian, untranslated.

He does get a hand to Istredd's head, nearly talon-like in the way his fingers splay and his nails twist in through hair to scalp.

Lord.

Isn't nice that in normal circumstances you'd be shut up in this situation but you've got your thoughts wide open with me. It might just be those open thoughts that make Lucifer grit his teeth more than the ministrations but honestly given who they both are that is what makes the most sense. You ever consider bringing this level of confidence to your day to day life? Would really help you out.

For all his litany he is hyper-aware. He wants to pay attention to each aspect. See the domino effect. One action lead to another, split the path, continue on. He can't. His mind's falling to the whim of this body.

Slow is going to equally kill me, Istredd, you know that, right.

Istredd laughs mentally because he can tell the divide between Lucifer's desperate attempts to chase the intense feelings while also not giving into it won't last. He is confident here because Istredd is great at reading people in an intimate setting. He's intuitive. He's receptive. He gives without reserve. His telempathy gives him an unfair advantage over knowing what feels best, what someone truly wants.

Amusement dances along with desire and love and he likes that they remain playful and snarky even in the middle of this. In truth, Istredd likes taking it slow; he'd love to wring Lucifer dry, he'd enjoy driving him to the brink until he can't handle it. But this is his first time and Lucifer isn't comfortable in this body yet. He can stand to be merciful.

Blue eyes roll up to look at him. Well, if you insist, we can make this quick.

That is the only warning he's going to get. Istredd wraps a hand around him to hold him steady and stops playing nice. His head lowers and rises, taking him deeper each time, tightening his lips at the tip every time, covering as much of him as possible with wet heat. The slicker it gets the more his hand starts to move on him, spurring him on, adding extra strokes of pleasure on top of his mouth and wicked tongue.

He knows that Lucifer is not used to this much sensation at once and that was why he planned on easing him into it, but fine. If he wants to be impatient, Istredd is more than happy to bring him there as intense and passionate as possible. Lucifer, he purrs his name in his head, moaning around him.

On top of the physical Istredd covers him in all the mental feelings he's been drunk on since this started. Love, lust, desire, adoration, need, pleasure, he circles it around Lucifer's mind and sets it off like a powerful bomb of positive reinforcement and something gentler than worship. Be mine.

You-- He did, in fact, ask for this. Not that he's upset by any means, but ask and he shall receive. His mind maybe checks out for a few moments too many, fine on any other day, any other vessel, any other level of his grace reserves and control.

It's like misplacing a nuke, though lucky this one's currently, mostly, a dud.

When he checks back in he's unconcerned, one hand still marking up Istredd's head, the other wrapping around one of his wrists, not at all restricting his movements--following, even--but very much keying into a heartbeat, resonating it through them in a rocky, heady loop. An archangel shouldn't get high on life, the force and presence of it, but he's always been the abnormal one.

I'm already yours, try to keep up, would you-- the messy tumbled response falls away partway through, a distant ping in Lucifer's own blurry senses, an understanding about himself, missing the signs, or the absence, or, or...

Ah, fuck.

"Oh," drags out of Lucifer's mouth in a warble, hand clapped rudely to the back of Istredd's head now, pushing, holding, his hips jerking, "hell," follows in time with a sudden up-swelled chime droning through the air and the shattering of all the fancy, expensive, decorative glassware in the room.

Found the nuke.

Be mine is on a few levels. He has Lucifer's mind, he has his heart, but now he wants his body. Istredd has been greedy from the start, he wants to consume Lucifer until every part of him is possessed. He won't be satisfied until the physical is too. He wants Lucifer's mindless pleasure, he wants him unable to think of anything but Istredd.

The grip on his hair is more of a clinging and as long as the hand on his wrist isn't restricting, he allows it. Mine, he growls, soaking in Lucifer's lust, encouraging him to push, to jerk and lose composure entirely searching for that bliss. It may not be wise but he only grips him tighter, stimulates him with less mercy than ever. His mouth and hand don't stop, they are relentless until it seems clear he will get his prize.

He envelopes him entirely when he knows it's about to be done, cheeks hollowed out, holding him tight. He is completely enraptured by what they're doing that in that first second, he doesn't realize what is happening. Istredd's instinct, despite what they're doing, being in the throes of passion, is to immediately shield them as he hears everything shatter around them. Neither of them want glass shards on them. Even while taking him in, swallowing in satisfaction, he protects.

Istredd waits for Lucifer but as soon as he seems capable of thought, he pulls away and glances around. Everything breakable is shattered beyond repair. Tiny pieces. He should be looking at horror but he is still turned on and frankly, this only makes him laugh. Laughs mindlessly, mixed in the chaos, his heart pounding and licking his lips.

"That's a first." Smug, smug, smug.

Shaddup. He's already gathering Istredd into his arms--partially out of rapidly becoming cool, partially because he doesn't know what to do with his hands now--despite the difficulty of it. Awkward angles and long limbs and Lucifer's catching-up breaths.

Istredd's lucky with how much Lucifer likes him that he lets him have his smugness instead of shoving it all under the shard-covered rug. Though there is a level of impressiveness at the fact Istredd was still able to throw up a shield. He'd have used his wings if he hadn't been so out of it.

You know we're likely going to have to pay for that?

We. They're both at fault. Istredd may as well have lit the fuse.

But you clearly need better partners if that's a first.

And Lucifer clearly needs to come to terms with a new issue. Well. Not new. It was there the first time they joined minds, but he had enough cognizance to stop it. It really only makes sense that it'd be ringing there the first time they joined bodies and that he wasn't able to stop it this time, under the circumstances.

The shards are a later problem.

He drops his mental voice low, warm. His oversensitivity hasn't faded and he's highly charged up despite the escape of power. What do you need?

Istredd lets himself be pulled into Lucifer's arms and he probably will never stop loving that he is so affectionate when they're in bed. In general he allows Istredd so much leeway to touch him, but sleeping together is another level entirely. He gets the aftermath is intense if a bit of a relief, so he kisses his cheek sweetly, his forehead.

No chance we can argue that it just happened and we don't know why? But he's still laughing and won't argue that the consequences are half his. I did warn you. He was going to be careful! Istredd is in no way sorry, not an ounce of regret in their bond.

"We'll put an extra shield up in our room." They didn't think to do it here. Istredd didn't expect this, although now he thinks he should have possibly. Their room at Thorne is already near unbreakable so Lucifer could let loose without fear once they're back. Istredd isn't going to stop trying to blow his mind. This is only the beginning.

He'd been so focused on the glass and Lucifer coming down from it to worry too much about his own pleasure. The question reminds him and he is blatantly aware now of how much it needs relief too. Istredd considers and then moves onto his back, reaching out to drag Lucifer closer to him.

He uses the mixed saliva and fluids from Lucifer to stroke himself this time, making it smoother. Touch me. Istredd looks at him, eyes fixed on his face. Tell me you want me. This time it is less of a demand and more of a plea. Yes he gets turned on by confirmation of Lucifer's claim on him.

I don't think it would have mattered. In terms of the warning. It would've happened one way or another, feeding that thought into Istredd's continued smugness.

There's no explaining this away to Hayle. Even if they claim mysterious accident, it's their room, the repercussions are on them. At the moment he doesn't feel particularly guilty, though he has to wonder how many people heard that. Maybe should've considered some warding.

Way too late now.

He smooths down overtop Istredd. Never let it be said that he's not a reciprocal partner, if a troublemaker in his own right. He catches one of Istredd's wrists, pulling it to his mouth and coiling his tongue around a finger.

And then rudely captures the other one to stop it from its work, momentarily depriving Istredd of anything at all, manhandling both wrists together above his head, held secured by Lucifer with one steady grip. Casual, deceptively lazy thoughts drift between them.

Lucifer may not have telempathy but he is a fast learner and he does know how to read people and quite literally use things against them. It's never been in this exact light. He can stretch his manipulations, adapt. It's why he looks Istredd in the eyes, maintains that eye contact, wisps of mental energy now more languid but very attentive, and latching into parts of Istredd's mind. He easily hands off the truth. Simple. Possessive. Alive and bright. You're mine mingled with his own desires and want for Istredd.

He leans in, ghosted breath cresting around Istredd's ear, presses their cheeks together, draws away once more to resume eye contact. He trails a cool touch up Istredd's inner thigh, following no prescribed pattern, watching, calculating. "My hands are cold," is his warning; a genuine one at that. Rarely the chill is ever quite gone. He's not sure that's going to be too much a hindrance in this moment.

Istredd managed to shield them from any glass but anything that would have hit them simply slid off the shield onto the ground. They are going to have to be careful eventually, although he doesn't really see any reason to think about anything outside of their bed. He wants to exist only in this bed with Lucifer. Everything else is future Istredd's problem.

In truth, Istredd for a moment there did just expect for Lucifer to touch him and get it done with, which is stupid as his partner is a mischief maker and probably loves the idea of experimenting himself since he's new to it and curious. He proves exactly that by the sensual act of sucking Istredd's finger into his mouth and Istredd swallows hard.

It gets worse when he pins Istredd down, on top of him now, and he can feel the immediate wave of intense lust from that alone. Istredd licks his lips and his pupils dilate. "Yes," he murmurs, a little breathless, from that mentally whispered possessive statement. Yours. Lucifer knows how much he craves validation which is probably why he needs to hear he's wanted, despite it physically being clear.

"That won't be a problem." Istredd is searing hot and his body aches with how much it wants that cold touch. He doesn't fight the pin, allowing Lucifer to have him at his mercy. His shiver doesn't have to do with the temperature, it's that he stupidly didn't expect Lucifer to want to seduce him. And it's very easily working. He might be in trouble.

Lucifer, please.

Hmmmm?

Istredd's mistake, likely the last time he might ever make it, is to assume anything about Lucifer.

He hovers his touch so impossibly close that if Istredd tries to move in his grip he might just barely get a graze. Lucifer continues to watch him, his eyes lidded.

He says each word very distinctly, a minor light backing his irises: "I didn't hear that." He wants the words, spoken.

It is the last time he'll make it because he is very much realizing the (very exciting) danger he's in. Lucifer getting to explore a very willing lover for the first time? Just because Istredd's more experienced doesn't mean Lucifer can't catch up quickly.

Istredd's body is already flushed with arousal and he whines a little, trying to move toward Lucifer to get that graze. I should have tormented you. He gave in too quickly, but he was so eager. This is so bad (good) for him. Istredd is not too proud to beg, which he's already proven, but he makes eye contact.

"Please, Lucifer."

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Yeah, is the playful, gremlin response, you probably should have. But then, I wonder, if I would just get exponentially worse?

There is no wonder he very much would have drawn this out longer. Equally given torture opportunities!

But he may as well be purring in response to the two spoken words and he won't make Istredd suffer any longer, wrapping that icy touch around Istredd and laughing a little about how much Istredd very much was correct in it not being a problem. Is this man ever not molten?

"You might have to do some of this work yourself," he murmurs, though he does start in on an experimental rhythm. It should be from Lucifer not knowing how to set the pace. It really is more echoing that desire of Istredd's--wanting to see someone unwind so thoroughly out of need, desperate desire unspooling between them, his mind pressed more closely into Istredd's than he would usually dare.

Lucifer could very well sync in and feed off and shudder apart again just from that alone.

This is our first time. I won't be so nice next round.

And by not nice, he means it in the wonderful desire-ridden sentiment that they will really get to break each other in with time. Istredd is mostly matching him in playfulness. There is something special about being friends with a lover, because all the qualities that make their friendship work can be used here. Warmth, humor, understanding, trust.

It is very cold and he hisses but it isn't in a bad way, it's a mix of the chill and the sensation of Lucifer touching him this intimately. Istredd drops his head back, eyes temporarily closing, moaning as Lucifer starts to explore a rhythm. He understands the invitation though and does lift his hips to guide some of it. He is already wound up from what they've done and that intense need bleeds between them.

Istredd's telempathy means that Lucifer can feel what he feels, it would be easy for Istredd's desire to become his, the pleasure rolling off him a taste Lucifer can swallow down too. "Faster," he rasps, "please." In this moment he can't help fantasize too about more, about Lucifer inside of him, his need for orgasm mixing a lot of needs together.

I expected as much. They challenge each other daily in all things, that it would come out in this, too, is only right. It's good. He's been spoiled, allowed to be himself. But there are benefits to that. They match up quite nicely, after all.

Besides, Istredd still needs to break this body; Lucifer instead broke everything around him.

We're both so careful about losing control. He kisses Istredd, swallowing down his moans, and shifts his grip and speed. He releases his restraining hold on Istredd's wrists, unable to keep focus, pulling it down to lay it over his face, another cool point of contact. Let go for me, Istredd.

Istredd isn't capable of keeping up banter right then which is why it works better for him that Lucifer is whispering the right things to him. His hands immediately move when they are free, one to dive into Lucifer's hair and hold onto him, the other to his shoulder, digging fingers in.

He tries to kiss him but simply can't maintain it when he's gasping in breaths, sharper and sharper, holding onto Lucifer for dear life. Istredd doesn't break anything in the room but his mind does seem like it builds up into agony before it finally explodes into bliss instead.

His death grip on Lucifer relaxes and he nuzzles into his cold hand on his face. It's a relief, since he seems to be burning in comparison. Hazy blue eyes open again to look at him and he smiles. You'll have to lie for us tomorrow and apologize, I'm not even a little sorry. Smug.

He is looking at his hand with minor discomfort about what the heck he's supposed to do with this and just sorta slaps it somewhere to the side of the mattress which he may regret later on sometime in the night, but hey.

Or I can lie and not apologize. Thorne knows what to expect from me by now. Relatively. Ish. With some mixed feelings. Easy. It was a magic accident. A combination of abilities that had explosive results. He stretches out besides Istredd. When you think about it, it's not even a lie, aside from I don't appreciate being referred to as a magic being, but in this case I'll let it slide.

He shuffles around and yanks the blanket up from under them and primarily cocoons it around himself on one side and allows Istredd to get under it if he'll suffer the extra heat for the benefit of skin contact.

Side of the mattress should be fine. This was impulsive, in the future Istredd will be prepared, because he is very pragmatic. There was the possibility that their getaway would be romantic enough for this, but he didn't want to assume. Lesson learned.

I'm a magical being, blame it on me. Istredd kisses his cheek and partially sits up as Lucifer gets the blanket. He uses his telekinesis to pick up the blanket from the bed he techically was supposed to sleep on, and makes sure to shake it out in case of glass shards, before bringing it over too.

"Here, extra layers, in exchange for you staying naked." Usually he's a good enough furnace that Lucifer can be content with his body heat and blankets, but they're naked currently. Which isn't a problem for Istredd, but it is for Lucifer. He murmurs a spell along the new blanket too for extra padding and only hands it to him. He'll be fine with half of the one and them.

Going the extra mile to keep him naked is absolutely worth it. Once Lucifer manages to cushion himself, Istredd will snuggle up and pull him close. He feels loose and relaxed and happy. A hand cups Lucifer's cheek to lean in for a long slow kiss.

"I love you. We are not getting out of this bed until it's light out. To make sure we know where all the glass is." Yes, logically Lucifer stepping on glass would mean literally nothing to him, as he can be stabbed and it means nothing. Let him show his care even if it's pointless.

Yeah but also hundreds of tiny shards on a bare foot is like stepping on a bunch of LEGOs. That worst irritant that you don't want to deal with accidentally. So! Not all that pleasant, a surprise, and then continued walking on coals because there is glass everywhere. Despite the fact that, oh, Lucifer can fly.

He sighs with satisfaction into the new heat, satisfaction in general, really. Satiated cat devil.

"Yes, definitely about the problem of seeing glass," he says, flicking a hand up through the air and summoning the basic Academic light spell with a few whispered words. He tosses it to hover over the floor for it to gleam over all the glass. He snaps and the spell winks out again and he flops the arm over Istredd. "No other reason at all."

Istredd laughs quietly and tangles their legs together, fingers playing loosely in Lucifer's pale hair. He is definitely going to end up overheated, even if Lucifer has most of the blankets, but it's worth it. He doesn't even look at the spell Lucifer does, he already knows that he's calling him out.

"Maybe I'm just avoiding facing the music as long as possible." As funny as it is to him now, he'll probably be a little more embarrassed about it tomorrow. Not about what happened, but having to acknowledge the awkwardness of the situation to strangers.

Istredd keeps his head far enough away that he can actually admire Lucifer's face, he likes to look at him, see him. I'm glad I'm your first. First relationship, first man, first sex with feelings, first sex in this vessel, take your pick, they all count. And I'm really glad I asked you to kiss me, even if it took us a roundabout way of getting here. No he won't bring up the knock out this time. That whole thing was a bit of a mess. They're here now.

added to warnings above too teehee

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