[ 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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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. ]