[ After a thoroughly luxurious brunch at the Mandarin Oriental, they've had a good long walk on foot, ambling through the streets of Manhattan before drinking coffee (spiked, naturally, in Lucifer's case) from a small vendor in Central Park. It's a sunny day, beautiful and just a little crisp. Perfect for their date, really, and Lucifer's grateful for the distraction it provides, the chance to just be with Elio, bask in his company without having to think about his seemingly perpetually silent phone.
Right now, he's seated in the large dressing room of Northern Heights, an incredibly exclusive store in downtown Manhattan, situated on the top-most floor of an old industrial building. The store itself, however, is nowhere near industrial - it's all velvety surfaces and black granite, polished mirrors within gold-painted frames. They've had their own, personal shopping assistant hanging by Lucifer's elbow more or less since they set foot in the store - he's off, currently, searching for whatever Elio's been asking about, the other man currently in the midst of a dress change behind a set of thick curtains, hiding him from view.
Lucifer's leafing through one of the magazines on the glittering granite table. The upcoming spring looks look nice and sleek, maybe a little conservative in nature. He purses his lips and waits for Elio to show himself off for him. ]
[ By the time Lucifer came by Elio's place (10 sharp) and unfurled his wings to take them to New York, Elio had already felt the atmosphere that would come to pervade the rest of the day, the easy-going, whatever-we-wanna-do air of it, of them, and he'd loved it. He'd loved it sitting in Lucifer's arms the fifteen minutes it took him to cover the ground from LA to the Big Apple and he'd loved it during brunch (luxurious) and he loves it even more so now, changing into a new outfit at the Northern Heights while their personal shopper goes in search of something Burberry within the Burgundy to Plum color scheme, next coming up. Also, different shoes, because the brown/blue combination, the assistant had insisted, was a bit dated. Blue with blue, sir, and they had some lovely D&G ones out back...
The Burberry suit he's currently trying on is a dusty baby blue, very eye-catching, though more conservative in its cut than in its color. It's light on his body, feels crisp, like the weather. White shirt, white tie. His hair has never looked more brown, nor has Elio ever looked as tall as he does with the fit of this suit jacket. He likes it.
Whether it'll survive under Lucifer's scrutinizing gaze is another matter altogether, they've been through one suit and two partial outfits already. Elio smiles, he likes that side of him, the one who knows the difference between navy and midnight. The side who cares. He likes it a lot.
Pulling the curtain aside, he finally steps out, raising an eyebrow at the other man leafing through whatever's available to keep him distracted, right? Elio straightens up, turns his side first, then his back, then front and center. ]
[ When Elio pulls aside the curtain and steps out, Lucifer immediately looks up at him, gaze unashamedly hungry and growing hungrier yet as he lets his eyes roam. The suit's a good cut for him, he decides. It makes him look a bit taller but more than that, it emphasises the slim lines of his body, the elegance of his shoulders and hips. The baby blue is a cheeky choice on him and it makes his eyes pop. Smiling, Lucifer nods as the other man turns for him, showing him all his lovely angles. ]
Might do, yes.
[ He frowns. Blue shoes... that's a lot of blue on blue - not that it wouldn't suit him and obviously, it's a properly chic combination, but Elio, to him, isn't necessary flashy. Shoes with blue details, perhaps. They'd better just be details. His fingers twitch impatiently by his sides for a second, wanting very badly to touch and as is generally true for Lucifer, he promptly gets to his feet and follows his impulses.
Stepping up close to the other man, he runs both hands down the side of his suit jacket, brushing over the fabric a few times before going for his white shirt instead, righting the folds in it. It's not exactly necessary; the fabric's soft and smooth, devoid of wrinkles or imperfections. It feels luxurious between his fingers, the kind of thing he rarely sees Elio wear, though the man's well-dressed even at his own terms.
This close up, he can smell his cologne. Burberry, the minty sort. He kind of wants to just lean in and sniff the side of his neck.
[ Even as Lucifer doesn't say much (might do, yes - they're not leaving here with all-blue shoes, Elio senses), his eyes speak volumes, hungry and roaming over his body, Elio facing him and watching the other man get to his feet with the kind of poor impulse control that's typical of him. Elio keeps his eyes on him as he moves up close, feeling the fabric of his suit jacket first, though it feels more like an excuse to run his hands down his sides, especially as he then goes for the shirt, patting down some folds that aren't there, because the thing is brand new, right out of the box. Elio likes it, though, he likes the proximity it requires, how they're basically in each other's faces like this. Breathing each other in.
Elio thinks he's catching a whiff of something lavender-ish, definitely purple, but forgets anything he was picking up on as Lucifer leans in close and sniffs the side of his neck. Really breathes him in, Elio losing his own breath a little at the feel of his face so close, his nose against his skin, lips just out of reach and oh. Oh.
Turning his head in against him a little, Elio mutters: ]
Does this mean that you like it?
[ A pause. Another swallow. It's easy to leave open-ended, this question, whether he means the suit or the scent of him. Lucifer decides, anyway. It's his money. And Elio's his, too, today. By his sides, his fingers are flexing once, before he finally just decides to screw it, truly screw it, and reaches up to run his hand up the other man's arm, all the way from wrist to shoulder.
It's definitely something purple-scented he's wearing. Elio steps closer rather than back, breathes him in as well. Warm, slightly sharp. Is that the mood today? ]
[ He nuzzles in against Elio's neck, nose first, then lips, feeling him step closer, his body warm and hard. Steady. His touch against his arm makes his skin tingle and Lucifer pushes in against it slightly, feeling his wings aching to materialise for some added proximity. He forcibly shuts down the urge, obviously. He's getting better at that, at registering and managing it. Then again, he's had them back for quite a while at this point and even with him murdering Cain, they haven't changed or started to wilt. It really must be because of Elio, he thinks. Whenever Lucifer looks in a mirror these days, he sees very little except the flames eating away at him beneath his skin. ]
It means I like you.
[ He smiles gently, placing a quick kiss against the side of Elio's neck, right below his ear. Then, he steps away, looking Elio up and down a bit more critically. There's really nothing about this suit that he doesn't like; the dusty blue is just the right amount of sassy and sweet and Elio's skin tone is perfect with it. His lines look spectacular.
Nope, there's nothing to dislike. Except the shoes but the shoes will soon be past. ]
The tone is quite beau, isn't it? It's not one I would've chosen amongst the pastels but it works on you. [ Head-tilt. A sharp smile, teeth showing: ] The trousers make you look edible.
[ It means I like you, says Lucifer and presses a quick kiss right below his ear, both gestures that leave Elio feeling warm to the core of him, bones, bloodstream, permeating every layer of his body like this. He smiles, widely, and allows the other man to step away again with only minimal show of displeasure. Really, it's only his hand lingering a second longer on Lucifer's shoulder, then it, too, falls away and allows them to step back into their normal mode, one that doesn't sit quite so squarely in the chests of them - or in their crotches, for that matter.
The other man compliments the color of the suit, the way it looks on him and Elio looks down his own front, finding that he agrees. He'd never have picked anything this light in its color scheme for himself, with how pale he is, but it somehow makes him look more vibrant. Not to mention, taller. Michel would say that the best improvements are something you buy anyway, not something you do, wouldn't he? Elio raises an eyebrow slightly, about to turn around towards the nearest mirror again when Lucifer adds his edible comment.
Eyebrow going up a bit more, Elio looks over at him, smile taking on a teasing edge. ]
We both know it's not just a look.
[ And he does turn towards the nearest mirror, looking himself over one last time, thinking blue shoes will be an overkill, he's sure Lucifer is going to tell the personal shopping assistant the same thing. He also thinks about later and about keeping the other man just a little bit hungry throughout the day, so he'll still want to eat him by the time they've had dinner. A twist of his shoulders as he looks back at Lucifer again, curls falling into his face. ]
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Right now, he's seated in the large dressing room of Northern Heights, an incredibly exclusive store in downtown Manhattan, situated on the top-most floor of an old industrial building. The store itself, however, is nowhere near industrial - it's all velvety surfaces and black granite, polished mirrors within gold-painted frames. They've had their own, personal shopping assistant hanging by Lucifer's elbow more or less since they set foot in the store - he's off, currently, searching for whatever Elio's been asking about, the other man currently in the midst of a dress change behind a set of thick curtains, hiding him from view.
Lucifer's leafing through one of the magazines on the glittering granite table. The upcoming spring looks look nice and sleek, maybe a little conservative in nature. He purses his lips and waits for Elio to show himself off for him. ]
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The Burberry suit he's currently trying on is a dusty baby blue, very eye-catching, though more conservative in its cut than in its color. It's light on his body, feels crisp, like the weather. White shirt, white tie. His hair has never looked more brown, nor has Elio ever looked as tall as he does with the fit of this suit jacket. He likes it.
Whether it'll survive under Lucifer's scrutinizing gaze is another matter altogether, they've been through one suit and two partial outfits already. Elio smiles, he likes that side of him, the one who knows the difference between navy and midnight. The side who cares. He likes it a lot.
Pulling the curtain aside, he finally steps out, raising an eyebrow at the other man leafing through whatever's available to keep him distracted, right? Elio straightens up, turns his side first, then his back, then front and center. ]
We need blue shoes, I'm told.
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Might do, yes.
[ He frowns. Blue shoes... that's a lot of blue on blue - not that it wouldn't suit him and obviously, it's a properly chic combination, but Elio, to him, isn't necessary flashy. Shoes with blue details, perhaps. They'd better just be details. His fingers twitch impatiently by his sides for a second, wanting very badly to touch and as is generally true for Lucifer, he promptly gets to his feet and follows his impulses.
Stepping up close to the other man, he runs both hands down the side of his suit jacket, brushing over the fabric a few times before going for his white shirt instead, righting the folds in it. It's not exactly necessary; the fabric's soft and smooth, devoid of wrinkles or imperfections. It feels luxurious between his fingers, the kind of thing he rarely sees Elio wear, though the man's well-dressed even at his own terms.
This close up, he can smell his cologne. Burberry, the minty sort. He kind of wants to just lean in and sniff the side of his neck.
So he does. Naturally. ]
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Elio thinks he's catching a whiff of something lavender-ish, definitely purple, but forgets anything he was picking up on as Lucifer leans in close and sniffs the side of his neck. Really breathes him in, Elio losing his own breath a little at the feel of his face so close, his nose against his skin, lips just out of reach and oh. Oh.
Turning his head in against him a little, Elio mutters: ]
Does this mean that you like it?
[ A pause. Another swallow. It's easy to leave open-ended, this question, whether he means the suit or the scent of him. Lucifer decides, anyway. It's his money. And Elio's his, too, today. By his sides, his fingers are flexing once, before he finally just decides to screw it, truly screw it, and reaches up to run his hand up the other man's arm, all the way from wrist to shoulder.
It's definitely something purple-scented he's wearing. Elio steps closer rather than back, breathes him in as well. Warm, slightly sharp. Is that the mood today? ]
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It means I like you.
[ He smiles gently, placing a quick kiss against the side of Elio's neck, right below his ear. Then, he steps away, looking Elio up and down a bit more critically. There's really nothing about this suit that he doesn't like; the dusty blue is just the right amount of sassy and sweet and Elio's skin tone is perfect with it. His lines look spectacular.
Nope, there's nothing to dislike. Except the shoes but the shoes will soon be past. ]
The tone is quite beau, isn't it? It's not one I would've chosen amongst the pastels but it works on you. [ Head-tilt. A sharp smile, teeth showing: ] The trousers make you look edible.
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The other man compliments the color of the suit, the way it looks on him and Elio looks down his own front, finding that he agrees. He'd never have picked anything this light in its color scheme for himself, with how pale he is, but it somehow makes him look more vibrant. Not to mention, taller. Michel would say that the best improvements are something you buy anyway, not something you do, wouldn't he? Elio raises an eyebrow slightly, about to turn around towards the nearest mirror again when Lucifer adds his edible comment.
Eyebrow going up a bit more, Elio looks over at him, smile taking on a teasing edge. ]
We both know it's not just a look.
[ And he does turn towards the nearest mirror, looking himself over one last time, thinking blue shoes will be an overkill, he's sure Lucifer is going to tell the personal shopping assistant the same thing. He also thinks about later and about keeping the other man just a little bit hungry throughout the day, so he'll still want to eat him by the time they've had dinner. A twist of his shoulders as he looks back at Lucifer again, curls falling into his face. ]
So, save your appetite for me.