[ There's a normal afterglow and then there's theirs. All the touching, like they're both clinging to the sensations of what went before and just waiting for a chance to go again, once more, with feeling. Lucifer dries his hand off in the sheets and they'll be dirty, but dirty is good, it's hot, and then closes his fingers around Elio's hips, drawing his palms up over his back, spreading out his fingers and... Oh. Playing him, playing him like a baby grand and Elio closes his eyes, too, feels for the pattern of his touch, recognizing it immediately as the Moonlight Sonata.
1st movement. Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum, fingertips striking invisible keys. He smiles, knows.
That's because you're perfect, the Devil tells him and Elio wants to shake his head, he was never good with compliments, but something in the way Lucifer says it, eyes shut and the glow from his wings dimming gradually, casting shade across his face, where his features dip, makes Elio straighten up a little between the other man's hands, prouder in his grip, somehow. He can't explain it, it's like a new degree of acceptance - acceptance of how he's being perceived. Maybe he really is a little bit of that, too, right? Maybe just a little bit, if the Devil says so.
And then, Lucifer opens his eyes again and looks up at him, fire and passion and something they're not yet naming in his gaze and Elio slides his hands up to the other man's shoulders, one hand going up into his hair and just combing through it loosely, softly. They're close this way, face to face. Elio smiles and kisses his cheek, his nose, right on the tip, because it's there. Big nose. Big hands. Big cock. Lucifer's larger than life in so many ways and Elio isn't going to hold it against him, that he ran. Like Hell, they're a work in progress and changing yourself, any one part of you, is a scary endeavor.
Elio knows, he's in it with him, right there on his left side. Many people throughout the years have changed Elio, for better and for worse, but this is the first work he's doing himself. At least he isn't alone anymore. ]
We're learning, Lucifer. [ Kiss, kiss, earlobe, chin. Besides, Lucifer is apologizing. You have to wonder whom the King of Hell ever says sorry to except his queen. ] It's a process that requires a lot of gentleness, from ourselves and each other. So, it's okay, right? It's okay.
[ Drawing back, Elio balances himself against Lucifer's shoulder, looking down at him, warmth in his gaze. Passion, too, heat, but mostly warmth. He'll require at least ten minutes if he's going to get back into the game proper. ]
[ He melts against Elio as the other man leans down and kisses him. Cheek, nose. And then onwards, more kisses, strewn about like tiny flickers of warm light, not unlike the ones still sparkling off the walls. Lucifer watches him, feeling warm to the core again, few if any remnants of Grigori's punishment lingering in his body. The wound in his side has healed over completely. We're learning, says Elio, meaning together and that's a lovely thought. He's been alone for quite a stretch of time, Lucifer. So has Elio, in his own right.
Surely, if nothing else, they've earned some sort of respite.
When Elio draws back, Lucifer looks up at him for a moment, his own gaze softening at what he sees in Elio's, at the warmth and the heat and the gentleness playing in his eyes. With a sigh, he gets up on his elbows, using his wings to balance against the bed as he slips both arms around the other man and pulls him in against his chest, front to front. He bends his neck and kisses the side of his neck, his shoulder, tasting sweat and the last vestiges of sex. Then, he takes them both down to the bed, sideways, tumbling Elio over gently onto the wide stretch of his wing. He tips it upwards, the glittering, golden feathers coming off the bed to spoon the other man lightly.
Then, still holding his tiny queen in his arms, he lowers the other wing and folds it over him, cocooning them both beneath a blanket of feathers, soft from the oil and bright in the darkness. He shuts his eyes and inhales, deeply. Releases his grip on Elio enough to give the other man room to shift as he pleases and thinks thank you and darling, not necessarily in that order, as he lets himself drift off to sleep. ]
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1st movement. Dum-dum-dum-dum-dum-dum, fingertips striking invisible keys. He smiles, knows.
That's because you're perfect, the Devil tells him and Elio wants to shake his head, he was never good with compliments, but something in the way Lucifer says it, eyes shut and the glow from his wings dimming gradually, casting shade across his face, where his features dip, makes Elio straighten up a little between the other man's hands, prouder in his grip, somehow. He can't explain it, it's like a new degree of acceptance - acceptance of how he's being perceived. Maybe he really is a little bit of that, too, right? Maybe just a little bit, if the Devil says so.
And then, Lucifer opens his eyes again and looks up at him, fire and passion and something they're not yet naming in his gaze and Elio slides his hands up to the other man's shoulders, one hand going up into his hair and just combing through it loosely, softly. They're close this way, face to face. Elio smiles and kisses his cheek, his nose, right on the tip, because it's there. Big nose. Big hands. Big cock. Lucifer's larger than life in so many ways and Elio isn't going to hold it against him, that he ran. Like Hell, they're a work in progress and changing yourself, any one part of you, is a scary endeavor.
Elio knows, he's in it with him, right there on his left side. Many people throughout the years have changed Elio, for better and for worse, but this is the first work he's doing himself. At least he isn't alone anymore. ]
We're learning, Lucifer. [ Kiss, kiss, earlobe, chin. Besides, Lucifer is apologizing. You have to wonder whom the King of Hell ever says sorry to except his queen. ] It's a process that requires a lot of gentleness, from ourselves and each other. So, it's okay, right? It's okay.
[ Drawing back, Elio balances himself against Lucifer's shoulder, looking down at him, warmth in his gaze. Passion, too, heat, but mostly warmth. He'll require at least ten minutes if he's going to get back into the game proper. ]
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Surely, if nothing else, they've earned some sort of respite.
When Elio draws back, Lucifer looks up at him for a moment, his own gaze softening at what he sees in Elio's, at the warmth and the heat and the gentleness playing in his eyes. With a sigh, he gets up on his elbows, using his wings to balance against the bed as he slips both arms around the other man and pulls him in against his chest, front to front. He bends his neck and kisses the side of his neck, his shoulder, tasting sweat and the last vestiges of sex. Then, he takes them both down to the bed, sideways, tumbling Elio over gently onto the wide stretch of his wing. He tips it upwards, the glittering, golden feathers coming off the bed to spoon the other man lightly.
Then, still holding his tiny queen in his arms, he lowers the other wing and folds it over him, cocooning them both beneath a blanket of feathers, soft from the oil and bright in the darkness. He shuts his eyes and inhales, deeply. Releases his grip on Elio enough to give the other man room to shift as he pleases and thinks thank you and darling, not necessarily in that order, as he lets himself drift off to sleep. ]