"Oh really? Been nice all the time? You're quite the goody two shoes I'm sure," he teases, laughing. Matthieu hums under his breath while finally sitting onto the arm of the couch. "Not too sure about wicked though."
"Well, not too good," he teases as he leans in to press a series of open-mouthed kisses along the curve of Mattheiu's jaw, "I would be so very boring if I was saintly."
"I don't think that's even physically possible for you," he muses, tilting his head a tad further with each kiss. His eyes slip shut with the affection and he busies himself soaking in the warmth of the room as much as the heat that slowly curls in his stomach.
"Never think that anything is impossible," he teases, the words warm against his reaper's skin. The kisses are lazy and slow, almost like an afterthought, but he closes the space between them, pressing himself between Mattheiu's legs as he works.
"I am so sorry than for disbelieving in you, Saint Lucifer," he sarcastically sighs, rolling his eyes with a grin. His arms rest low around the man's waist as he encourages the closeness with a gentle tug.
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