He falls into the kiss, losing himself with the gentle affection until all that remains is his partner here beside him. His hand reaches up to bury in Lucifer’s hair while encouraging the kiss because for once he isn’t afraid to let down that final barrier and doubt, to fully accept someone into his life without regret. He wasn’t worried of failing as Lucifer would be there to catch him, he’s sure of it.

Pulling away slowly, Matthieu, thankfully, doesn’t allow himself to become a mess of feelings. “I couldn’t be more happy that you came,” he murmurs against the collar of Lucifer’s jacket.