[ He does hear Lucifer leaving the bedroom and had he not been engulfed in this paragraph about Beethoven's especially designed piano, he would have looked up as the other man entered the living room, but as it were, his academic interest has been properly awoken and Elio's devotion to music has taken precedence over other things for so long that he can't rightly fix that from one moment to the next, just because Lucifer's in his vicinity. Besides, it's only one more line, one more. However, Lucifer pauses in front of the armchair, Elio can feel his gaze on him, he can even sense his smile, and while Elio is devoted to his profession, he's not generally a rude person. So, he disengages himself from the book, finally, and raises his chin in order to look up. And stops. Oh.
Oh. He looks so good.
Seeing as he's busy letting his eyes follow the strong lines of white shirt, blue vest, suit pants that emphasize the long, strong lines of his legs, Elio doesn't immediately notice the wrapped gift between Lucifer's hands, instead he just lets his gaze swallow him up, eating him shamelessly and unapologetically. He closes the book, leans to the side to place it carefully on the coffee table, eyes never leaving Lucifer while he moves. ]
You look amazing. [ It's said completely honestly, no edge of irony or even of flirtatiousness, it's just genuine appreciation. Sitting back in the chair again, Elio finally notices the gift, eyebrows going up. ] And you come bearing additional gifts.
[ Considering the suits and the whole trip and Lucifer, Elio is beginning to feel slightly overwhelmed from the attention. He purses his lips slightly and stretches out his legs as he sits up straighter in the chair. He doesn't say you shouldn't have, because the other man can decide that for himself, right, or you didn't need to, because Lucifer probably knows. Instead, Elio says: ]
[ It takes Elio a moment to shift his attention away from the book - to Lucifer, it's not exactly riveting stuff but he knows about humans and their incessant curiosity, how knowledge seemingly sustains them in a way similar to food and water, so he waits, patiently. Once the other man actually looks up, he very obviously eats up Lucifer as well and that's a nice feeling, isn't it, being admired and appreciated. He basks in it a little, even as Elio tells him he looks amazing (his invisible feathers might even be fluffing up a bit at that, ridiculous things). Then, finally, the box between his hands registers.
Elio sits up a bit straighter, re-arranging his long limbs (because he looks long, even if he isn't particularly so) elegantly and looking maybe less excited and more... hm. Well, he doesn't seem disinterested, at least. Sometimes, he really wishes he'd had Linda on speed-dial for these situations because he doesn't quite know... At Elio's comment, he shrugs just a bit stiffly and holds it out, urging him to take it. ]
This is really for the both of us, if that helps.
[ His smile is warm still, even if he sounds slightly mystified. He's not worried, exactly - it's just that he doesn't particularly like feeling out of his element and with Elio who acts like no other human he's ever known, who can't and won't be mojo'd, it's pretty much a foregone conclusion. ]
[ Although he hides it well behind his usual smile, wide and white, Elio can tell that his reaction is leaving the other man a bit mystified, maybe even nervous and he understands, he'd probably feel the same way in his stead. So, rather than pursuing the thought, he takes the box when Lucifer holds it out, noticing the beautiful, sleek paper (black) and ribbons (pink), feeling the luxuriousness of it between his fingers as he turns it over once in his hands. It's not a huge box, about the size of his open hand, that's really all he can see, the rest would be guesswork (not jewellery, then, something music-related, clothes, maybe, except it's a bit too heavy for that) and he doesn't truly believe he could think up anything half as amazing as anything, anything Lucifer would want to give him. ]
Please keep giving me everything that you want. I'll be a good recipient.
[ He smiles, then, softly and glances up at Lucifer while beginning to unwrap the bow, putting the ribbon aside neatly on the coffee table next to the book once he's done. Paper, same story, fold, put away carefully, then he looks inside the box finally. It's...
He blushes. It isn't an embarrassed blush, not at all, it's aroused and desperately moved and he licks his lips as he looks at the beautiful, also black and sleek thing that Lucifer's had in mind for him. It's a buttplug. Relatively big, but then again, if Elio had any plans of Lucifer having him, well, it has to prep him properly. It also comes with batteries and a remote control and Elio raises his gaze to meet Lucifer's eyes. Slowly. ]
I'm suddenly very glad I didn't bring my own, it doesn't come with a remote. [ A smile, teasing and utterly charmed. He had thought about it. He's glad to know Lucifer has nursed the same kind of thoughts. ] Just be nice to me, Lucifer. Please and thank you.
[ His shoulders lower a fraction when Elio catches onto his confusion and puts him at ease, the way he tends to do. It feels a bit like his fingers, stroking through his feathers or over the scarred planes of his Devil-face; reassuring on an almost visceral level. He watches as the other man opens the gift, his movements careful, unhurried, and Lucifer thinks he might look a little like that when he practices something new on the piano, getting his fingers acquainted with new territory. It's lovely.
But not as much as the blush spreading over his cheeks and down his throat once he sees what's in the box. Oh. That's... Shifting a bit, Lucifer returns the other man's smile with one of his own, softer now. Just be nice to me he says, pleads, and how could anyone not? It's clear that the gift's a perfect fit (or, well, it will be if Elio takes the right amount of care) and Lucifer wants to get on his knees just like this and give him the rest, whatever that might be, just.
All of it.
He's such a sweet little thing, his Elio.
Lucifer's ecstatic that he didn't miss the mark. ]
Of course.
[ He steps back, hands in his pockets. The bulge in his trousers is getting rather obvious which just goes to prove that this evening will be a nice challenge for them both.
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Oh. He looks so good.
Seeing as he's busy letting his eyes follow the strong lines of white shirt, blue vest, suit pants that emphasize the long, strong lines of his legs, Elio doesn't immediately notice the wrapped gift between Lucifer's hands, instead he just lets his gaze swallow him up, eating him shamelessly and unapologetically. He closes the book, leans to the side to place it carefully on the coffee table, eyes never leaving Lucifer while he moves. ]
You look amazing. [ It's said completely honestly, no edge of irony or even of flirtatiousness, it's just genuine appreciation. Sitting back in the chair again, Elio finally notices the gift, eyebrows going up. ] And you come bearing additional gifts.
[ Considering the suits and the whole trip and Lucifer, Elio is beginning to feel slightly overwhelmed from the attention. He purses his lips slightly and stretches out his legs as he sits up straighter in the chair. He doesn't say you shouldn't have, because the other man can decide that for himself, right, or you didn't need to, because Lucifer probably knows. Instead, Elio says: ]
You've given me so much already.
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Elio sits up a bit straighter, re-arranging his long limbs (because he looks long, even if he isn't particularly so) elegantly and looking maybe less excited and more... hm. Well, he doesn't seem disinterested, at least. Sometimes, he really wishes he'd had Linda on speed-dial for these situations because he doesn't quite know... At Elio's comment, he shrugs just a bit stiffly and holds it out, urging him to take it. ]
This is really for the both of us, if that helps.
[ His smile is warm still, even if he sounds slightly mystified. He's not worried, exactly - it's just that he doesn't particularly like feeling out of his element and with Elio who acts like no other human he's ever known, who can't and won't be mojo'd, it's pretty much a foregone conclusion. ]
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Please keep giving me everything that you want. I'll be a good recipient.
[ He smiles, then, softly and glances up at Lucifer while beginning to unwrap the bow, putting the ribbon aside neatly on the coffee table next to the book once he's done. Paper, same story, fold, put away carefully, then he looks inside the box finally. It's...
He blushes. It isn't an embarrassed blush, not at all, it's aroused and desperately moved and he licks his lips as he looks at the beautiful, also black and sleek thing that Lucifer's had in mind for him. It's a buttplug. Relatively big, but then again, if Elio had any plans of Lucifer having him, well, it has to prep him properly. It also comes with batteries and a remote control and Elio raises his gaze to meet Lucifer's eyes. Slowly. ]
I'm suddenly very glad I didn't bring my own, it doesn't come with a remote. [ A smile, teasing and utterly charmed. He had thought about it. He's glad to know Lucifer has nursed the same kind of thoughts. ] Just be nice to me, Lucifer. Please and thank you.
[ He sounds genuinely pleased. ]
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But not as much as the blush spreading over his cheeks and down his throat once he sees what's in the box. Oh. That's... Shifting a bit, Lucifer returns the other man's smile with one of his own, softer now. Just be nice to me he says, pleads, and how could anyone not? It's clear that the gift's a perfect fit (or, well, it will be if Elio takes the right amount of care) and Lucifer wants to get on his knees just like this and give him the rest, whatever that might be, just.
All of it.
He's such a sweet little thing, his Elio.
Lucifer's ecstatic that he didn't miss the mark. ]
Of course.
[ He steps back, hands in his pockets. The bulge in his trousers is getting rather obvious which just goes to prove that this evening will be a nice challenge for them both.
He's more than ready for it. ]