[ Elio doesn't fail to sense how this is a definite struggle for the other man, how he trembles at his first touch to his wings, how he has to fight not to draw away. Elio can feel it and he accepts that, too. It's extremely vulnerable. He's just lost his best friend, hasn't he, and Elio has put everything on display for him as well, giving him all the more to lose, if they should experience a similar break. They won't, of course, Elio knows, but Lucifer is still sitting with the hurt of it all, you can't expect him to tell the differences between their two situations. Why one didn't work out and the other will. Not now. There's only so much forest you'll see, surrounded by trees on all sides, right?
So, he just focuses on keeping his movements steady, aligning feathers, pulling lightly at them to get them in order, running his fingers through the rows, soft and hard at the same time. Like Lucifer himself. Elio loves that about him. He feels weirdly safe in that exact combination of traits, vulnerability and strength, softness and hardness, like he'd be happy to lay himself out for Lucifer and he wouldn't fear, not for a second.
Does that make you a fool?
He makes a hmm'ing sound at the back of his throat (maybe it does, a happy fool, then), working his way down the middle of Lucifer's wing now, the smaller feathers increasingly softer, increasingly down-like. He's careful with them. After he's righted the worst of the disheveling, Elio reaches up and carefully, gently, runs his palm over where he knows the gland is, getting his fingers all sticky with oil before starting to rub it into the top-row. The light out of them is extraordinary. It's then that he notices Lucifer humming, well, it's not quite a hum, but something similar, vibrations deep in his throat, like purring, maybe, but less... Earthly? Less from here. Elio listen to it for a long time, rubbing oil into the next row of feathers as well, until his fingers are mostly slick-free, and he thinks it means something. He wants it to mean something.
As he reaches up again for his preen gland, fingers going oily in a few rubbing motions, Elio leans in, balancing himself against Lucifer's waist and presses a soft kiss to his lower neck, upper back, between his shoulder blades. Right between his wings. Other than that, he doesn't comment, lets Lucifer keep his secret language to himself and taking away only the knowledge that it exists. That it's in there. That he can make it come out.
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So, he just focuses on keeping his movements steady, aligning feathers, pulling lightly at them to get them in order, running his fingers through the rows, soft and hard at the same time. Like Lucifer himself. Elio loves that about him. He feels weirdly safe in that exact combination of traits, vulnerability and strength, softness and hardness, like he'd be happy to lay himself out for Lucifer and he wouldn't fear, not for a second.
Does that make you a fool?
He makes a hmm'ing sound at the back of his throat (maybe it does, a happy fool, then), working his way down the middle of Lucifer's wing now, the smaller feathers increasingly softer, increasingly down-like. He's careful with them. After he's righted the worst of the disheveling, Elio reaches up and carefully, gently, runs his palm over where he knows the gland is, getting his fingers all sticky with oil before starting to rub it into the top-row. The light out of them is extraordinary. It's then that he notices Lucifer humming, well, it's not quite a hum, but something similar, vibrations deep in his throat, like purring, maybe, but less... Earthly? Less from here. Elio listen to it for a long time, rubbing oil into the next row of feathers as well, until his fingers are mostly slick-free, and he thinks it means something. He wants it to mean something.
As he reaches up again for his preen gland, fingers going oily in a few rubbing motions, Elio leans in, balancing himself against Lucifer's waist and presses a soft kiss to his lower neck, upper back, between his shoulder blades. Right between his wings. Other than that, he doesn't comment, lets Lucifer keep his secret language to himself and taking away only the knowledge that it exists. That it's in there. That he can make it come out.
Isn't that enough? ]