He shakes his head, having a hard time not smiling at the remark. His hand goes up to rub the back of his neck. "Of course you do. Part of why you keep me around."
Now it was the anxiety inducing waiting game. Sure he takes the remark with a flash of a smirk but his nerves are rattling at the what ifs. There was a chance Lucifer wouldn't like the gift. Maybe he could have had a back up in case. Sort of too late now.
He worries at his lip as the devil looks over the coat, hoping that it would get approval. Relief floods through him soon enough. A shaky breath taken in and he recovers with a fresh smile.
"I know I don't exactly live in a place like LA. So I thought you'd prefer not to look like a burnt marshmallow anymore. There's some enchantments in the lining that'll keep you warm even in the worst cold."
"Burnt marshmellow? I'll have you know you that you just live in a dreadfully inhospitable place," he teases back, though he's more than a bit distracted as he continues to examine the jacket over and over. It's a remarkable gift, and there aren't necessarily words for how touched he is.
"I'll just have to wear this every time I come and see you, then," he remarks, finally looking over Mattheiu with a grin. "Can't have anyone thinking I'm unfashionable, a devil has a reputation to keep after all."
Balancing the box in one hand, he reaches over to wind his fingers in the reaper's hair to tug him close and into a lingering kiss. "Thank you. I mean it."
"You do tend to look like a torched stay puft marshmallow man when you come over," he jokes, flashing a small smile. The jacket was approved and it's infinitely easier to tease now without that stress. That or the damned what ifs shoved to the back of his mind. "Think you look good no matter what but I'm biased."
The kiss is rather nice and he steps in closer to be lightly pressed against him during it. "You're welcome."
"You might be somewhat biased, darling. But no, I do look good. Damn good." He laughs quietly under his breath, moving to drape the coat over Mattheiu's shoulders as he pulls the man in closer.
"I-" he starts, falling quiet for a moment as he leans down to rest his chin on the crown of the reaper's head. "I think. I think I am rather in love with you, darling."
"Somewhat? Think that's a tad too forgiving." It's all in gentle teasing though. There's an inquisitive noise at the coat being draped around him but the devil has on more than one occasion been in favor of the reaper being in his jackets. "Always do."
The next few words rob him of his own as he tries to process. His throat tightens up on him at the surge of emotion and he blinks away the pinpricks of tears. "I ugh..."
Wait, no, that's not at all what he wants to see; Mattheiu in any sort of duress is incredibly concerning. Curse his impulsiveness, it's gotten him into a tight spot that he's not entirely sure how to get out of properly.
"I-" he begins, trying to give the reaper a bit of space, "I apologize if I was out of line."
What exactly was he going to say? To be honest there was certainly one way but with Lucifer pulling away, it stole away the chance. His hands seek out the other's to draw him back in.
He glances up at him. "I can say same. That I love you."
"Oh." It's not an eloquent reaction and certainly it probably isn't the most proper, but it's all that he can manage for a moment as his brain attempts to catch up. He's heard those words before but they've never been sincere, and to hear them from Mattheiu's lips...
"I. Darling." He's quiet now, and for the first time in eternity it seems that the devil is lost for words. Instead he looks down at the reaper, his expression filled with a vulnerability only for the other man. What he can't put into words he makes up for with a kiss, however, and it's sweet, tender, and filled with the emotions that are knotted up in his chest.
Now was the time to wonder if he had been the one to overstep. Lucifer had only said that he thinks he loves him rather than he did. Yet here he goes as a blundering fool and dropping it out into the open without thinking beforehand...which has landed him in trouble before.
Nerves nearly swallow his confidence when he catches the look and he furrows his brow in concern. He's seen it before but there was such risk he was toying that the kiss catches him off guard. That was certainly an answer. One that was louder than any spoken he could've hoped to hear so he returns it.
He thought that he bore his heart out rather openly. Oh how that is proven wrong as every inch of affection and devotion is laid out in that tender kiss.
The kiss says more than words could ever hope to accomplish, and he draws it out to savor the sudden tightness in his chest. One hand finds Mattheiu's, fingers gently entangling with his as he stays pressed close.
"Some would say that you're absolutely daft, you know that?" But he wouldn't have things any other way and he makes that very clear as he steals another kiss, this one but a brief brush of lips. "I love you."
It feels as good on this tongue as it did the first time.
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.
"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.
"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.
"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."
"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."
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Date: 2017-03-04 04:18 am (UTC)From:Now it was the anxiety inducing waiting game. Sure he takes the remark with a flash of a smirk but his nerves are rattling at the what ifs. There was a chance Lucifer wouldn't like the gift. Maybe he could have had a back up in case. Sort of too late now.
He worries at his lip as the devil looks over the coat, hoping that it would get approval. Relief floods through him soon enough. A shaky breath taken in and he recovers with a fresh smile.
"I know I don't exactly live in a place like LA. So I thought you'd prefer not to look like a burnt marshmallow anymore. There's some enchantments in the lining that'll keep you warm even in the worst cold."
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Date: 2017-03-11 11:30 pm (UTC)From:"I'll just have to wear this every time I come and see you, then," he remarks, finally looking over Mattheiu with a grin. "Can't have anyone thinking I'm unfashionable, a devil has a reputation to keep after all."
Balancing the box in one hand, he reaches over to wind his fingers in the reaper's hair to tug him close and into a lingering kiss. "Thank you. I mean it."
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Date: 2017-03-12 01:40 am (UTC)From:The kiss is rather nice and he steps in closer to be lightly pressed against him during it. "You're welcome."
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Date: 2017-03-13 06:42 pm (UTC)From:"I-" he starts, falling quiet for a moment as he leans down to rest his chin on the crown of the reaper's head. "I think. I think I am rather in love with you, darling."
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Date: 2017-03-13 10:25 pm (UTC)From:The next few words rob him of his own as he tries to process. His throat tightens up on him at the surge of emotion and he blinks away the pinpricks of tears. "I ugh..."
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Date: 2017-03-22 12:04 pm (UTC)From:"I-" he begins, trying to give the reaper a bit of space, "I apologize if I was out of line."
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Date: 2017-03-22 08:45 pm (UTC)From:What exactly was he going to say? To be honest there was certainly one way but with Lucifer pulling away, it stole away the chance. His hands seek out the other's to draw him back in.
He glances up at him. "I can say same. That I love you."
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Date: 2017-03-26 02:42 am (UTC)From:"I. Darling." He's quiet now, and for the first time in eternity it seems that the devil is lost for words. Instead he looks down at the reaper, his expression filled with a vulnerability only for the other man. What he can't put into words he makes up for with a kiss, however, and it's sweet, tender, and filled with the emotions that are knotted up in his chest.
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Date: 2017-03-26 02:56 am (UTC)From:Nerves nearly swallow his confidence when he catches the look and he furrows his brow in concern. He's seen it before but there was such risk he was toying that the kiss catches him off guard. That was certainly an answer. One that was louder than any spoken he could've hoped to hear so he returns it.
He thought that he bore his heart out rather openly. Oh how that is proven wrong as every inch of affection and devotion is laid out in that tender kiss.
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Date: 2017-03-26 03:01 am (UTC)From:"Some would say that you're absolutely daft, you know that?" But he wouldn't have things any other way and he makes that very clear as he steals another kiss, this one but a brief brush of lips. "I love you."
It feels as good on this tongue as it did the first time.
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Date: 2017-03-26 03:15 am (UTC)From:"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?"
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Date: 2017-03-26 03:25 am (UTC)From:"Yes, but I can't help it darling, you look good in my clothes," comes the warm reply.
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Date: 2017-03-26 04:27 am (UTC)From: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?"
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Date: 2017-04-02 03:03 am (UTC)From: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?"
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Date: 2017-04-02 03:15 am (UTC)From: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.
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Date: 2017-04-02 03:49 am (UTC)From: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?"
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Date: 2017-04-02 04:22 am (UTC)From:He presses himself into the reaper, chuckling quietly against his throat, "I already know how talented it is."
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Date: 2017-04-02 04:37 am (UTC)From:He can't stop saying it now. Call him a sap but it's all that he can focus on really.
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Date: 2017-04-02 05:24 am (UTC)From:He presses a kiss to his temple. "You'll get sick of hearing me say it."
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