sword_breaker | Myth!AU - In The Shadows

There are no complaints from the reaper as he encourages the kiss on. He freely gives his hand over, stroking the back of Lucifer's with the pad of his thumb. This was far more than he could have ever thought possible to happen ever let alone now.

"I've been called worse," he muses, shrugging. "I love you too."

His free hand comes up in time to prevent the jacket from slipping off his shoulders. Downside of trying to play it cool. The warmth surging from it gives enough proof of the enchantments working. "You know this is supposed to be on you, right?"

While his reaper does make a good point, Lucifer is more than certain that he has a better one. Reaching out with his free hand he smooths down the shoulders of the jacket, fixing the lapel with a quiet noise of amusement.

"Yes, but I can't help it darling, you look good in my clothes," comes the warm reply.

He rolls his eyes, shaking his head with a small grin. "That may be true but you think I look better with no clothes at all."

"Well you do look absolutely delectable when you're in the nude, yes," he purrs, leaning in to gently press his forehead against Mattheiu's, "but I must say you look lovely wearing my shirts and nothing else too."

His grin grows further as he looks up, humming low and soft. "What can I say, I can pull off many looks. Some of which can be arranged if someone wishes for them. Wonder what I'd look like in this fancy piece all proper like."

"Well now," he murmurs, giving Matthieu's hand a slight squeeze before bringing it up to kiss the back, "I suppose the only way to find out is to test, isn't it? Call it a scientific endeavor."

"Quite the scientist you are then. Kind of helps that I know what you like. Be a better assistant that way," he muses, laughing to himself. "I'll be right back."

He highly doubts Lucifer would follow the unspoken stay in his tone. The man was never a patient one when given the chance. Still he slips his hand from his and steals a brief kiss before slipping away to the guest room. It held their earlier party activity so it wouldn't hurt to leave a few things behind in there.

Stripping down, he makes sure not to leave too much of a mess. Then it's onto slipping the jacket on and when the heat hits, it sends a shudder up his spine. Definitely worth the price for the enchantments. He straightens it out before slipping back into the hall, taking his time before leaning against a bookcase in the living room.

"So?"

"Well I do appreciate a healthy sense of curiosity," he murmurs back, chasing Mattheiu's kiss and pouting as the man slips away. The note of authority in the reaper's voice is unbearably attractive, and he allows his gaze to linger ov3er the curve of Mattheiu's backside as he wanders away.

Well, he'd never claimed to be subtle when it came to appreciating beauty.

He shifts and rests against the couch, nonchalant but hyper-aware of each and every soft noise coming from deeper within the apartment. When Matthieu finally returns he lets himself stare, lips curling into a lecherous smirk. "My, my...I think this is the best gift I've ever received."

Crooking a finger in the reaper's direction he raises a brow, "but maybe it would be better to see up close and personal, no?"

He laughs softly, looking away for a moment as he grins. "Yes well I do recall someone being quite alright with a reaper in a bow as a gift. Sadly no bow."

However Lucifer does have a point. So he glances back at him and rights himself before slowly wandering over to the devil. There's a few inches left between them when he finally stops.

"Is it better," he teases.

"Hm, better yes," he murmurs, "but I've always found that a hands-on approach is the best."

One hand skirts over the reaper's stomach, sliding over his hip and winding around to rest low on his spine. It allows the devil to draw his reaper close, his other hand slipping under the jacket and up Mattheiu's chest until he's lazily teasing a nipple between thumb and forefinger. "Wouldn't you agree?"

"You do have quite the talented hands after all," he muses, closing his eyes at the gentle touches. He leans into him and wraps an arm around his waist with a soft sigh. "Glad you enjoy the view."

"You flatter me so, darling," he murmurs as he leans in to nuzzle at Mattheiu's neck, "I'm beginning to think you're the one with the silver tongue."

He presses himself into the reaper, chuckling quietly against his throat, "I already know how talented it is."

"I didn't use it as much until after meeting you. Gets all sorts of practice." He tilts his head away, humming contently. A hand reaching up to gently wind into Lucifer's hair. "Love you."

He can't stop saying it now. Call him a sap but it's all that he can focus on really.

"Lucky me, to be the beneficiary of this practice," he teases as he leans into Mattheiu's hand and closes his eyes. There's something that twists in his chest again as the reaper speaks, "I love you too, darling. Fiercely."

"Lucky you indeed," he muses. However he's lost in the peaceful moment of having the man pressed in close and relishing the shared feelings. Quite the daft reaper to be so caught up with the devil but he can think of worst things and none that are better.

He presses a kiss to his temple. "You'll get sick of hearing me say it."

"Oh I don't think so, I think that that's damn impossible," he murmurs, moving to nose at Mattheiu's temple as his hands drift down his back, "in fact I think I rather like it. Even better than the noises you make when you come, and that's saying something darling."

He laughs warmly into his shoulder, grinning. "I hope that it doesn't regardless. Even if there's a slim chance of it. That is indeed something though, I agree. Quite a shift."

"No chance at all, I told you," he insists, reaching up to run his fingers through Mattheiu's hair. "Oh it is something, darling, because I do think that these might be the two things that I enjoy hearing the most in the world.

"Hm well can't always be a perfect one hundred percent but if you say so, I won't argue," he muses, closing his eyes and leaning his head back into the touches. "I'll keep that in mind. Always good to know what you like."

"Hmm, I do think you're as close to perfect as I think I've seen down here, darling," he murmurs, leaning in to brush his lips across his reaper's temple, "and that's entirely the truth."

"You might be saying that because I also have nothing else but your jacket," he teases softly. A proper kiss is achieved moments later with the reaper hiding a smile into Lucifer's. "Either way, I'm glad you think so."

"That could also be part of it, yes," he teases back, humming into the kiss, "but you're gorgeous either way, darling."

"You flatter me so much," he muses, shaking his head and laughing softly. The reaper runs the back of his neck as he tries to figure out what to do next after the surprising reaction to the jacket. That and well the whole love thing. "Probably could use a new drink, right?"

He isn't as good of a host as Lucifer prides himself being but he can always try.

"Only because you deserve it, darling," he murmurs as he leans down to capture another heated kiss, "and you certainly do, I'll hear no arguments on that."

He laughs however, low and warm, as his reaper shifts, "I could use a lot of things. Having a particularly handsome reaper in my arms is one of them."

"Excuse me but I'll have you know that my arguing skills are flawless. I can use them on anything and everything," he jokes, laughing against Lucifer's lips. "But you're lucky that I hate using them with you."

Matthieu nuzzles into his shoulder with a soft sigh. "Hm well consider one of those checked off the list. Now what about the others?"

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