[ He notices Lucifer right away. Because Elio's at a point where he can't not notice Lucifer in any room, any context, first things first. Not only is he remarkably tall and stands out in most crowds for that reason alone, but when you know what it is you're looking for, it'll jump at you, Elio suspects all the things that may blind others about the man just don't work that way on him. He notices other things, the echo of wings, the glimpse of red, what is it you desire. Silence over lies. The suits and the red-soled shoes and even the sex appeal are secondary characteristics in comparison. Easily recognizable, like most bling. Just as easily stripped away.
Tonight, however, he does notice the obvious, too. How Lucifer makes his way through the crowd on the dance floor and how they gather around him, men and women alike, pressing against him, moving with him, it's his beat in here, it always has been, even when it's Elio at the piano. Maybe particularly then. His smile returns, amused, as he downs the second of the three Gold Rushes. Oh, he felt that one, lots of bourbon, he's about to turn towards the bartender and compliment him, when another man steps up to Lucifer, somewhere near the middle of the dance floor and they're both tall, broad and muscular, hard beneath all that shirt fabric, Elio knows, he's touched them both. He knows exactly what they feel like beneath his fingertips.
Jack pushes his lower body up against Lucifer's and there's a moment where they're just swaying together, along with the blonde girl behind him and it's beautiful, in its own way. The freedom of it. It's the whole palette, the way it's supposed to be. For them. The fondness in his abdomen is only partly sexual, mostly it's a feeling of recognition. You and me, it means. You and me.
Licking his lips slowly, Elio abandons the third shot glass (as well as Jack's Dirty Martini, he'll have to get that one himself if he's really thirsty for it) on the counter and braves the sea of bodies on the dance floor once more, slithering between people almost unnoticeably, that's the advantage of being slight and small. Finally, he moves up next to Jack, still all but clinging to Lucifer's front, pushing one hand softly through his hair as he steps up against his side, halfway in Lucifer's orbit as a consequence, making his date turn his head towards him. He looks dazed, it's really cute. ]
Having fun?
[ Elio's smiling at him, briefly, before turning his attention on Lucifer and smiling at him, too. Well, it can be a question for them both. ]
[ He's honestly having quite a good time, what with tall and Not-Quite-Ginger getting all cosy against his front and Blondie working her thigh up between his legs, his cock hardening at the friction a little, all good. He turns his head, about to catch Brunette's lips in a deep and thoroughly sexual snog when something happens somewhere close to his shoulder, something that draws his attention. He blinks. Turns his head back, only to find himself staring into lovely Elio's lovely eyes as the man goes having fun in Not-Quite-Ginger's general direction, getting his fingers all tangled up in the other man's hair. That looks... intimate. Lucifer stares at them, blinking like a deer caught in the headlights for a second, before his smile widens and he steps back slightly, enough to make the distance conversational. ]
Darling!
[ He curls one arm around Brunette's waist. She nuzzles in against him, pushing her hand down over his stomach. He lets her, gaze landing on Elio first, then on his friend. Charmed, certainly. The friend in question is still basically draping himself mindlessly over Lucifer and there's actually a moment when it bothers him somewhat, knowing that this random, unimportant stranger's on Elio's possible to-do-list. Something about it just. Well.
In any case.
Lucifer drapes his other arm around Elio's narrow waist and pulls him in, ignoring the way Not-Quite-Ginger's craning all the way into his personal space. Blondie dwindles off to somewhere, correctly sensing that at this point, this particular wagon doesn't need any more wheels. ]
Fancy seeing you here. Decided to stick around for a little while, did you?
[ Jack's too blindsided to really notice him, except to reach up and catch Elio's hand in his hair, giving it a squeeze before trying to work his way right back into Lucifer's intimate sphere, even as the other man has drawn away a little to make the distance conversational between Elio and him, once he catches sight of him. At first, he looks somewhat taken aback at finding Elio there, like he can't quite believe his eyes. Jack and him. Jack and him here, together. But then he recovers, the way Lucifer recovers from everything, with his usual charm and high spirits as well as an arm tightly around Elio's waist, pulling him in against his side to match the pretty brunette on his other, though Elio knows it'll probably be her and not him who lands herself in his bed first.
Nevertheless, Elio tilts his head up at him, amused, while finally Jack seems to come around, looking between the two of them and taking a moment to connect the dots, I'm waiting for someone, Elio had told him. He smiles, drawing his own conclusions and shifting to press up against Elio's other side now, instead of Lucifer's front, leaning down to nuzzle his right ear, all lips catching his earlobe, hard breath against the shell of it, just a hint of tongue that makes Elio's spine tingle pleasantly. He doesn't look away from Lucifer, though. Just pushes back against his date on one side halfway and against Lucifer's side on the other, one only slightly less strong and broad and tall than the other.
Right now, it's hard to say which one of them wins.
Which is, of course, a lie. Elio knows well who wins. Jack knows it, too. ]
Just a little while. I didn't want to cheat my date - [ A small nod towards the man who's now busy kissing his neck, Lucifer momentarily forgotten completely. Elio glances sideways at him, his head of chestnut hair, the way he's unashamed and unapologetic and considerate at the same time. The way he's just Elio's type, yet like no one else he knows, no repeats, no old stories retold. His expression softens and he reaches up to blindly caress the side of his face. Sharp cheekbone. ] - of the full Lux experience.
[ He raises an eyebrow at Lucifer that says, and you just gave it to him, didn't you? ]
[ Not-Quite-Ginger's putting his attention where it ought to be, drawing away from Lucifer and pressing up against Elio's side instead, nuzzling his ear, giving it a little tongue. Looks nice. Lucifer shifts a bit, his cock going from curious to let's get this party started in a manner of seconds because that's just how his body rolls. He senses someone drawing up behind him and smiles, preemptively, whilst Blondie slides up into his personal space once more, a good-looking, muscular fellow trailing after her, giving Lucifer that slightly cautious look that says, my girlfriend talked me into what now? Seen it many, many times. It always ends very well.
He catches Elio's gaze again. Smiles sharply, teeth flashing. ]
The full experience, hm? [ He throws his arm out in a half-circle, indicating all of this and adding: ] This is always whatever you want it to be, my dear.
[ Blondie's grabbing his crotch now, gasping against his ear and getting herself all worked up. Her boyfriend looks dubious still so Lucifer takes the time to invite him closer, crooking one finger at him slyly. As he steps into his personal space, still looking like he's been somehow tasked with baiting the most psychopathic bear in the woods, Lucifer simply leans in close, speaking against his ear: ]
Thus, you can do exactly what you want, lover - including or excluding me.
[ With that, he winks at Elio, blowing an airkiss in his direction and starts for the stairs, one arm around Blondie, the other around Brunette. Behind them, the music changes gears, becomes just a little heavier, a little sexier. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he notes the shape of Elio in the crowd, the outline of his catch of the night. He'll be fine, he thinks. Not-Quite-Ginger's a decent pick.
Behind him, Blondie's boyfriend actually pinches his arse on the way to the elevator so there's also that. ]
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Tonight, however, he does notice the obvious, too. How Lucifer makes his way through the crowd on the dance floor and how they gather around him, men and women alike, pressing against him, moving with him, it's his beat in here, it always has been, even when it's Elio at the piano. Maybe particularly then. His smile returns, amused, as he downs the second of the three Gold Rushes. Oh, he felt that one, lots of bourbon, he's about to turn towards the bartender and compliment him, when another man steps up to Lucifer, somewhere near the middle of the dance floor and they're both tall, broad and muscular, hard beneath all that shirt fabric, Elio knows, he's touched them both. He knows exactly what they feel like beneath his fingertips.
Jack pushes his lower body up against Lucifer's and there's a moment where they're just swaying together, along with the blonde girl behind him and it's beautiful, in its own way. The freedom of it. It's the whole palette, the way it's supposed to be. For them. The fondness in his abdomen is only partly sexual, mostly it's a feeling of recognition. You and me, it means. You and me.
Licking his lips slowly, Elio abandons the third shot glass (as well as Jack's Dirty Martini, he'll have to get that one himself if he's really thirsty for it) on the counter and braves the sea of bodies on the dance floor once more, slithering between people almost unnoticeably, that's the advantage of being slight and small. Finally, he moves up next to Jack, still all but clinging to Lucifer's front, pushing one hand softly through his hair as he steps up against his side, halfway in Lucifer's orbit as a consequence, making his date turn his head towards him. He looks dazed, it's really cute. ]
Having fun?
[ Elio's smiling at him, briefly, before turning his attention on Lucifer and smiling at him, too. Well, it can be a question for them both. ]
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Darling!
[ He curls one arm around Brunette's waist. She nuzzles in against him, pushing her hand down over his stomach. He lets her, gaze landing on Elio first, then on his friend. Charmed, certainly. The friend in question is still basically draping himself mindlessly over Lucifer and there's actually a moment when it bothers him somewhat, knowing that this random, unimportant stranger's on Elio's possible to-do-list. Something about it just. Well.
In any case.
Lucifer drapes his other arm around Elio's narrow waist and pulls him in, ignoring the way Not-Quite-Ginger's craning all the way into his personal space. Blondie dwindles off to somewhere, correctly sensing that at this point, this particular wagon doesn't need any more wheels. ]
Fancy seeing you here. Decided to stick around for a little while, did you?
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Nevertheless, Elio tilts his head up at him, amused, while finally Jack seems to come around, looking between the two of them and taking a moment to connect the dots, I'm waiting for someone, Elio had told him. He smiles, drawing his own conclusions and shifting to press up against Elio's other side now, instead of Lucifer's front, leaning down to nuzzle his right ear, all lips catching his earlobe, hard breath against the shell of it, just a hint of tongue that makes Elio's spine tingle pleasantly. He doesn't look away from Lucifer, though. Just pushes back against his date on one side halfway and against Lucifer's side on the other, one only slightly less strong and broad and tall than the other.
Right now, it's hard to say which one of them wins.
Which is, of course, a lie. Elio knows well who wins. Jack knows it, too. ]
Just a little while. I didn't want to cheat my date - [ A small nod towards the man who's now busy kissing his neck, Lucifer momentarily forgotten completely. Elio glances sideways at him, his head of chestnut hair, the way he's unashamed and unapologetic and considerate at the same time. The way he's just Elio's type, yet like no one else he knows, no repeats, no old stories retold. His expression softens and he reaches up to blindly caress the side of his face. Sharp cheekbone. ] - of the full Lux experience.
[ He raises an eyebrow at Lucifer that says, and you just gave it to him, didn't you? ]
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He catches Elio's gaze again. Smiles sharply, teeth flashing. ]
The full experience, hm? [ He throws his arm out in a half-circle, indicating all of this and adding: ] This is always whatever you want it to be, my dear.
[ Blondie's grabbing his crotch now, gasping against his ear and getting herself all worked up. Her boyfriend looks dubious still so Lucifer takes the time to invite him closer, crooking one finger at him slyly. As he steps into his personal space, still looking like he's been somehow tasked with baiting the most psychopathic bear in the woods, Lucifer simply leans in close, speaking against his ear: ]
Thus, you can do exactly what you want, lover - including or excluding me.
[ With that, he winks at Elio, blowing an airkiss in his direction and starts for the stairs, one arm around Blondie, the other around Brunette. Behind them, the music changes gears, becomes just a little heavier, a little sexier. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he notes the shape of Elio in the crowd, the outline of his catch of the night. He'll be fine, he thinks. Not-Quite-Ginger's a decent pick.
Behind him, Blondie's boyfriend actually pinches his arse on the way to the elevator so there's also that. ]