[ 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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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. ]