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Angel waited in a quieter corner of the block with security nearby. Val always made sure he had escorts when he traveled back home since he had little anonymity. Once he caught sight of the car he’d been told to look for he started walking and weaved his way quickly through the busy street until his hand grabbed the handle of the car and he threw his backpack to the floorboard between his feet.
"There’s no chance Husk passed you a blunt to bring with you, is there? Long day!" Angel laughed, offering his driver a cheeky smile.
Lucifer gave Angel the side-eye as they tried and failed to suppress a smirk as they pulled the car smoothly out onto the road, having to honk the horn at some imps to get them out of the way.
“Nice to see you, too, Angel.” From inside the pocket of their tailcoat they presented Angel with a cone-wrapper blunt. “Ta-da.”
"Awww!" It was like Lucifer had proposed to him. "You're gonna let me smoke in your car?" Angel’s voice had raised on octave with every word as he took the blunt, then he paused with a thought. "Did you really dirty your hands with the devil’s lettuce just for me?"
Lucifer had started laughing, something that they did an awful lot when they were talking with Angel. “I am not giving you permission to hotbox me.”
Angel placed the tapered end between his lips and then fished in his shorts for a lighter to spark the end of it and cracked the window just a little bit.
"I'd hotbox you if I could stand to sit in smoke." He breathed in a thick cloud and then forced it to crawl over the angel's lap obnoxiously on the wind of an exhale. "I'm weird like that. I smoke weed and cigarettes but hate having the smoke of it in my face."
Lucifer was dedicated to their task of delivering Angel safely to their destination. “I’m glad that’s the case,” they laughed, pretending to flick a booger in Angel’s direction.
"I’m literally not used to you doing things for me, and between the pickup in this snazzy car and this little doobie, I’m wondering if you don’t have nefarious motives," Angel kinda laughed, but he was sure Lucifer sensed his cynicism and irreverence behind it. "I think I get close to people who think they're gonna fix my problems –- like Husk -– " He paused and took another long drag off the blunt. "Then they notice that my problems are actual problems, like life-ending toxicity, and they get frustrated with me? I don't know." Angel looked out the window and squinted his eyes at the ruddy sunlight as they passed through the Pride Ring.
Lucifer graciously gave Angel the space to vent. He’d been out all night filming, do doubt he had steam to blow off. ”Charlie asked me to, and why not? Might as well make myself useful,” Lucifer pointed out with a shrug.
Angel opened his bag and shuffled around a few things. "Shit, I forgot my man-ties."
“What?” Lucifer snorted.
"I don't wear panties, I wear man-tees. Get it?" Angel laughed.
“Oh.” A pause. A brief pause. Processing. “What? Show me a pair right now,” Lucifer demanded wildly. They were unable to envision this.
"They're just my red Fizzarollis." He pulled them out by their thick branded waistband and then flung them in Lucifer's lap. "I have the white ones on."
“These are not ...” Lucifer picked them up, shaking their head as they laughed. “I was envisioning some new brand of panties for men. Some real naughty stuff.”
"They have mesh underwear for men, but I worry about poking out if those." His underwear snapped out of Lucifer's hand then stuffed them back in his bag. "I’ll model them for you, you can even dress me up,” Angel suggested salaciously. “Are we there yet?"
“We gonna have a little fashion show?” Lucifer chuckled, brows raised. The car rolled up to the hotel and stopped.
"If you ask nicely." Angel didn't waste any time sparking up that blunt again to get it started and then passed it to Lucifer.
Lucifer shut off the car and then hesitantly took the blunt with a smile tossed Angel’s way. They hook out their pale hair, letting it sit in a wild tangle around their face as they took a long, deep pull that flowed out of Lucifer’s nose like a dragon.
Angel watched, his lids heavy and still attentive to the details in the swirling formations of the smoke around the angel’s nose and lips. Then he coughed, realizing how he was staring and worrying how awkward it might have been if Lucifer noticed.
Angel sat there for a minute, willing his body to fight gravity and lift himself out of the car. Exhaustion was hitting him pretty hard, especially with the way the afternoon sun hit his senses.
"I usually get cheeseburgers when I get off a shoot, but I kinda don't want to do that. I want something different."
Lucifer took Angel’s bag insistently. “You look like you’re about to fall over. Come on,” Lucifer said encouragingly as they looped Angel’s arm around their narrow shoulders to help him inside.
"I can walk, I'm just slower now." Angel didn't fight the help. In fact it flattered him to feel 'assisted'. Once he had more enthusiasm for walking he slipped away and kicked off his shoes before stretching his arms up toward the ceiling to crack his back.
"Fried chicken,” Angel decided upon arriving at the door to his room with Lucifer kindly following with his bag in tow.
“Guess who gets to figure that out,” was what Lucifer said as they watched Angel dump himself onto the floor where the softest cushion was.
The weed just felt really heavy from him going half a day without it. "Guess who figures out fried chicken?"
“That’s right.” Lucifer was fishing around in a cheap dresser to toss a big pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt at Angel’s head. “You’re not drunk. You’re high.” Lucifer bopped the young spider on the nose. Then they relit the blunt.
Angel wanted to shower, but he also wanted to just lay there and be high. Casually folding the shirt and pants together across his chest, he placed them behind his head for a little added leverage as he watched the blunt and waited his turn.
"Was your first hit a shotgun? The first time you smoked, I mean."
Lucifer peered at Angel in confusion. They let the smoke flow slowly from their nose as they passed it to him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
"Yes you do, you just want me to give you one." Angel was still being a cheeky fuck. He was feeling like a fuckboy and he had the lip licking to go with it. He needed to bite himself to control his playful arrogance.
Lucifer reclined amongst some pillows close to Angel, giving a full body stretch complete with a sigh, their shirt riding up uncaringly. “I really don’t know,” the angel maintained serenely.
Angel was second guessing his assumption as he laughed. Still not believing Lucifer, though. "I guess you'll never know then."
“I mean. I could look it up,” Lucifer offered pragmatically, shrugging and teaching for their discarded phone.
"Okay, for real." Angel chuckled, but turned more serious to prove his concern. "You don't know what one is and all you've ever done is share a blunt or a joint?"
“With you,” Lucifer pointed out, now looking at Angel upside down as they began to do some low-key yoga, using the pillow as a kind of block as they slid their back over it. “My first time was the other night, when we did it on the terrace.”
Angel was so analytical and even for being high he knew it probably read on his face. "I'm just gonna do it. If you're making me a fool, then I'll be a fool and fall for this one." Angel sat up with a lot of determination. "Sit up."
Lucifer slipped off of the pillow and, wearing a curious expression, came to sit with their legs folded under them and their hands resting on top of their thighs.
“What is a shotgun?” Lucifer asked innocuously.
"Its passing smoke." Angel drew a thick stream off the tip, rolled it from his lips to his nose and inhaled it in his lungs as a practice run. It was important for the visual of a shotgun to be able to see the smoke. He exhaled and did it again before he moved closer to Lucifer.
"I'm gonna do that, but instead of me inhaling it; you'll inhale it off of me. I'm just gonna fill my mouth with it and use my tongue to push it to your lips. Ready?"
The visual, combined with the practiced way Angel explained the maneuver, sent a shiver down Lucifer’s body from head to toe. Lucifer felt simultaneously sobered up and like they were tripping the light fantastic. Color was clearly evident in Lucifer’s cheeks.
“Aah... yeah, okay...”
"We're gonna kiss like girls at a slumber party, okay?" Angel didn't give Lucifer any time to answer or protest. The blunt sparked and covered Lucifer and their red cheeks with a warm glow from how close they sat. Angel leaned in like he had done this a million times. Confident. The smoke streamed out of his lips and physically pushed it into their mouth, softly, and brushed their mouths together like he had dared Lucifer to finish what they had started.
Lucifer’s already large eyes were widened to comic proportions as their mind too slowly processed what they were hearing compared to what they were seeing. When Angel lit up they jumped a little in unwarranted surprise born of highly anticipation-filled nerves. Their shoulders hunched and their eyes fell shut as they focused very very hard on taking one deep, exceptionally long breath in. It was smooth, in spite of everything. When Angel’s mouth touched theirs they very nearly overtipped, but somehow remained on solid ground, grasping one of Angel’s arms tightly without even realizing.
Angel lingered like that with their lips sealed until he felt like letting the angel breathe again. It was nice to hold it in a little longer anyways. There was bound to be a slight head rush from THC along with everything else.
"I just blew a load in your mouth." Angel laughed. "That's a shotgun."
“Oh wow,” laughed Lucifer against the back of their hand, letting the smoke reunite with the air as a rushed plume of swirling blue and grey. “That was...” The slight man, whose face was very warm now indeed had trouble finding a word, as well as catching their breath. “Intense.” was finally sighed. Their eyes laid on the blunt. Then they bit their lower lip consideringly and lifted it in their fingers. “Do you want me to try to do it? To you?”
"Yes." Angel grinned. He kinda turned into an ass when he was getting his way, but he couldn't help it. It was seriously some kind of condition when his dick felt like it had the reins. Heightened testosterone levels. Alpha syndrome. It was something, but even for it being a thing he was still genuine about it. "You want to be as good as me, right?" He licked his lips again, persing them together with a little hunger brewing between his narrowed eyes. "You know how much I love weed."
Something about the way Angel said that in the midst of his completely transparent throes of big-dick energy made Lucifer hunch over, rocked with laughter, as they hugged their stomach desperately.
“Shut up!” they demanded between fits of laughter. “I have to breathe to do this!”
Swatting the spider in the shoulder, the angel finally regained enough composure to take a nice long hit only to remember what the fuck they were attempting and immediately feel a whole smattering of adrenaline-fueled emotions pulse through their entire body. Then instinct took over. Lucifer leaned in, touched just below Angel’s ribcage to bring him closer, steady him, and ever so delicately nudge their gently parted lips up to his, smoke threatening at the edges.
Lips opened and Angel grinned some more, eyes closing slowly as he breathed in as long as he could, but he cheated and exhaled through his nose as he slipped Lucifer his tongue. Just for a second.
To say Lucifer was taken by surprise wouldn’t be very accurate. To say that they were fully unprepared to suddenly be tasting Angel in such a way would be a better description. Able to act only on instinct yet again, Lucifer first gasped, and then in the next moment stroked against Angel’s tongue with their own, huffing smoky breath.
"Are you gonna let me kiss you finally, or what?" Angel was teasing Lucifer now, but he didn't really pull away. He was a bully.
Given pause, Lucifer stilled and drew back. Their face was set into a calm, studious expression as they gazed at Angel for a moment. Very careful to enunciate every syllable with round fullness like a scientist delivering the results of a very important experiment, Lucifer said with a little smirk, “Thank you for instructing me on proper shotgun technique.”
"You're welcome. I'm a good teacher." Angel snorted. "You're making me feel silly."
“YOU feel silly?” cracked Lucifer.
"As long as I don't look silly, it's all good." Angel yawned a little and then stood up, purposely dick high to the face when he did it and then went back to his cozy spot. "You can pass the torch."
Lucifer watched Angel like they were trapped in a cage with a very rare and not-well understood animal. The fascinating type you can’t help but feel drawn to despite fear of the unknown.
“Angel... are you ... ” Lucifer began tentatively.
"Hard? Yes." Angel winked. "Coming onto you; yes. Teasing you; yes. One of those?" He snickered and reached for the roach. "Light me."
"Well…” That had been the question Lucifer was working up to and would inevitably chicken out on asking and then attempt to divert the topic, but there Angel was not only beating them to the punch, but the punch now had a hard-on, apparently.
Lucifer cupped one hand around the roach and lit it, a little breathless. They felt like they were still catching up to what was happening. "
Angel leaned in. "What are you thinking?"
Lucifer closed their eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling it on a fresh round of chuckles. “Trying to figure out how much you’re playing with me.”
"Not with." He laughed and shook Lucifer's knee sincerely. "I was feeling a vibe, maybe I imagined it?"
“You didn’t imagine anything and you know it,” Lucifer laughed — the blonde was smiling, but still averting their eyes in the midst of age-old, the cat’s out of the bag-brand embarrassment. “You’re very perceptive.”
“You knew I was playing dumb." Now Angel felt slightly embarrassed even attempting to fool Lucifer with that stupid question. It was alright though. No mood was ruined. "Don't be shy now, look at me."
Of course Lucifer knew. It has been clear as glass. But now a little bit of the mask slipped, the facade cracked. Lucifer sat up to cast their gaze onto Angel’s face, hands resting relaxed in their lap. They took a breath, and releasing it, softly:
“I’m looking at you.”
"But for real, look at me." Angel smiled and then chuckled. "Consensual is good."
“I am!” Lucifer defended, bravely cupping Angel’s face in both hands as if to prove it. “See?”
"This is better." He couldn't help the little laughs he had. "You seem flustered."
Lucifer didn’t begrudge Angel his snickers here and there, because they were full of some chuckles of their own. “Of course I am! I’m very flustered,” the flushed blond said plain and simple. “Your lips are very soft,” Lucifer seemed to blame.
"I have a new lip treatment." Angel pointed out, but still taking that compliment to heart. "I am so hungry," the spider seemed to suddenly realize.
Lucifer laughed, Angel’s irreverence for the moment helping to cool their cheeks, which they rubbed as they tried to reorient themselves on earth. “I’ll get you some food.”
"Especially with this weed giving me the munchies,” Angel went on. “Can you cook?”
“I like cooking sometimes,” mused the older, resting their hands behind their back to support them as they looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully. “I never seem to do it, though. And mainly what I cook is really simple...”
"I like simple. I used to never cook and then I started hanging out with all these famous chefs around the Pride Ring – they were regular clients - and kinda just came naturally. They taught me some hacks." He laughed. "Val always makes me cook for him."
Lucifer gestured lazily and a smorgasbord of food lay now at Angel’s feet.
“What’s your favorite thing to cook?”
"Everything. Meat, mostly." Angel reached for a chicken drumstick. "Oh my god." He hummed in satisfaction. "You're eating too, right?"
“I’ll have a bit,” Lucifer smiled, going for a potato wedge first. “Do you mean, like, barbecue?”
"I can do it all, short king. Recipes all over the internet." Angel teased Lucifer, finishing one piece of chicken and then grabbing a second.
“Do you know how to roast a whole pig over a fire?”
“In a mud pit in the ground.”
"...I don't think mud would help in that situation."
“That’s how they do it in some places on Earth.”
“Hey. Can I ask you a question?”
"Always."
“Were you really coming on to me?” Lucifer laid on their side, lazy and nonplussed amongst the cushions.
Angel wiped the corner of his mouth and laughed. "Did I just say I was coming onto you for the hell of saying it?"
“You could be being a jokester,” Lucifer reasoned with a smile, toying with a bit of their own white-blonde hair. “You know.”
It was funny to Angel how similar they were. He finished his chicken and wiped his hands clean. "Do I fuck with you so often that you can never tell when I'm being serious or not?"
Lucifer looked very thoughtful for a long moment. They stopped toying with their hair. “I think it’s more that your serious talk and your fucking with me talk sound and feel exactly the same,” the older laughed. “And that is not a complaint.”
"When was the last time I fucked with you, though?" Angel whined. "Lucifer, do people just tease you all the time?"
Lucifer paused. “Alastor does!” Lucifer carded a hand through their hair as they looked at Angel. “You haven’t given me much shit, have you? I just... Why...?” Another chortle, experiencing their confusion jovially.
"I'm not saying that I haven't, but I can't really recall the last time I did. I will make fun of you to your face, but, you know, I'm just being obnoxious. I grew up with siblings that drove me nuts. I'm still the older bully of a brother."
“And I was a pampered only child,” Lucifer pointed out, sticking out their forked tongue. “I enjoy your particular brand of obnoxiousness.”
"Because I'm so cute."
“And charming.”
"You're stroking my ego."
“Would you rather I be stroking something else?”
"Yes."
“Such as?” Lucifer pressed, wondering if Angel wouldn’t be blunt about everything.
A small laugh huffed out of Angel’s mouth as he bit his lip and gazed down at his sweatpants and then gave a nod in the direction of Lucifer.
"Your dick."
“Hm,” Lucifer put a finger to their lips, tapping them consideringly in a bit of show — a moment of feeling in control despite a nervous hand gripping Lucifer’s guts. Lucifer very much hoped they didn’t sound as corny to Angel’s ears as they did to theirs. “We might need to compromise on that. But you’d have to come closer first.”
"Are you worried I won't be able to see it from over here?" Angel teased Lucifer. He knew Lucifer was being a little shy and he was taking advantage of it. "Take it out."
“Fine. Don’t come over here!” Lucifer laughed, holding up their hands in a gesture of surrender as they rolled away on their stomach, then grabbed a small piece of chicken to nibble.
"You're being shy, it's okay." Angel couldn't help his chuckling. "Am I overwhelming?"
“You’re not overwhelming. I have good reasons to feel shy,” Lucifer chortled in their defense, disposing of the cleaned bone in a dish. Lucifer cleaned their hands with a wet issue, and then, in a decision made in a moment, touched the side of Angel’s face with light fingers.
Angel didn't flinch or avoid those fingers. It felt good to be touched intimately.
"What are your good reasons?"
Lucifer’s touch didn’t end there. Their thumb stroked over Angel’s cheekbone, up against his temple, getting a feel for how soft his hair was in comparison to the fine fur of his body.
“There are some things about me you don’t know about,” Lucifer explained briefly. Then, before more questions could be asked in that moment, Lucifer kissed him — on his forehead, then his brow, then his lips.
Angel was loving this kind of attention. The feeling of fingers and lips on his face. Sensations and feelings that he hadn't gotten any opportunity to feel lately were flooding through him. He hummed in appreciation, gently returning the kiss with a little more push behind it than what Lucifer was giving.
Within the kiss Angel could feel Lucifer smile, huffing warm breath against his lips as they did so, bussing his lips again more firmly this time, biting his lower lip for a bare fraction of a second before kissing the corner of his mouth, and then his chin.
Still testing the water.
The weed and their fooling around made it hard for Angel to hold his eyes open, but he really didn't need them for anything right now. A hand rested on the angel’s side, slowly bunching up the fabric of Lucifer's shirt until his fingers felt warm skin. It hurt a little to feel this turned on from their tame foreplay, but he liked it. Loved it, even. He wanted more tongue, but he was willing to be good and wait.
When Angel’s touch alightened on their skin Lucifer shivered — every patch of skin being as sensitive as the next. Lucifer drew closer to Angel, eliminating space, creating heat. That hand upon Angel’s face had slid fully into his hair, gripping it as Lucifer kissed him once more, dipping their tongue past his lips to tease and taste.
Angel was eager for that. It was obvious with the way he caught his breath and snaked his hand around Lucifer's waist and effortlessly rolled them over to their back. He couldn't help being rough, but he respected the pace that was already set after he had Lucifer pinned beneath him.
Lucifer made a soft, surprised noise as their back hit the soft bed of blankets and cushions that made up the floor. They shook their hair out of their eyes, gazing up at Angel and not away as they pushed their hands beneath the spider’s shirt, slowly exploring the dips and curves of his chest and stomach, fingers pushing through downy soft fur. They reached up to kiss him again.
Angel felt like kissing was his best talent. He was relentless with Lucifer, grabbing at his hips and chest as he pushed kiss after kiss onto angel's lips with their tongues passed back and forth until the sound of their button broke the soft panting and his hand slipped down into the waistband of Lucifer's pants to feel them through them underwear.
Lucifer sucked in a breath, holding it as they clapped their hand down onto Angel’s to halt his progress, the sound of their panting breath and pounding heart rushing in their ears.
“Wait. Fuck.” The laugh that filled the space between them was shaky from that fist firmly latched on their guts. “I... I should tell you something,” they said softly, trying to keep the fear they felt in their gut out of their voice.
Angel felt slightly guilty being so forceful. He really meant nothing harmful by it. It had been a long time since he'd been the one to choose his bedmate and he felt impatient, but he was very respectful. Angel turned his hand in Lucifer's and moved it up above their heads. Lips kissing softly at the side of their neck.
"Tell me."
Lucifer, safe for the moment, concentrated on forcing some of the tension that had found its way into their shoulders to ebb, breathing quickly against Angel’s throat. Angel’s shampoo and cologne were light on the air, and Lucifer relaxed for a short moment before remembering what they needed to do — needed to say.
Lucifer squeezed Angel’s hand in desperate hope. Lucifer spoke against his skin, not yet able to look him in the eyes.
“Listen...” the blonde began, their cool hanging on a frayed thread. “You need to ... leave expectations behind you... because what I have going on, over here? It’s not... “ Lucifer was struggling. As long as they’d been tangentially connected — months — they’d only just begun to get to know one another. Lucifer liked Angel. They didn’t want to lose him already.
Lucifer took a deep breath to steel themself against potential disaster. “I’m so sorry, I never thought we’d enter a scenario where this would be important to tell you,” the laugh that came out of Lucifer was trembling, though they were smiling.
"Should I get off you?" Angel didn't want to, but his instincts were kinda telling him he should. Maybe all the things he was doing were too much and too fast. "Too soon? Are you thinking about the queen? I'm not trying to steal you away from anybody. I honestly didn't even think about it as a thing."
“Oh my god, Angel, it isn’t that at all,” laughed Lucifer, who first brushed Angel’s hair out of his eyes before shifting back their own. “I want to tell you. I’m just scared out of my mind. Give me your hand?”
"Well what the fuck?" Angel laughed, confused but pretending not to be. It usually worked for him to just go with the flow and he was relying on the current to not throw him out in the middle of the sea. His hand raised and his fingers spread as an offering. "Here it is."
Lucifer laughed sympathetically, taking Angel’s hand to release the breath they’d been holding over the back of it, kissing the center of his palm before drawing Angel in to kiss his lips — slowly, drawing out the moment.
Lucifer guided Angel’s down between their bodies — first between Angel’s legs, the both of them pressing up in the space between his thighs, Lucifer’s touch was seeking, stroking every curve and sensitive stretch of skin with gentleness. The angel even gave Angel a little squeeze before withdrawing, catching the spider’s hand again to guide it — heart rabbiting madly — to where Angel had been aiming before.
What Angel would find under Lucifer’s clothes, especially contrasting against what he’d just felt of his own body, was a smooth plane of skin, soft and yielding, and not at all alike. It would be most reminiscent of what he’d probably find between Cherry’s legs — yes, exactly like that.
Lucifer held their breath and tucked their face into Angel’s throat, above his clavicle, blood rushing in their ears.
Angel’s thumb stroked the soft part of Lucifer's wrist as he felt those fingers squeeze and grope the tough appendage between his legs. He was so appreciative of the attention. He even felt himself leak a little pre in his underwear from it and he hummed with a wet lick of his lips.
Then came the second part of this hand holding and guiding. Unsure of exactly what he was feeling.
"...so, like...whaaat?" Angel couldn't help but chuckle a bit nervously, unsure of exactly how to...do anything. "What?"
Lucifer laughed — of course Angel found a way to make the angel laugh even when they were terrified — and parted their legs a bit more to do the final bit of exploring with Angel, to help him understand, one would hope. Lucifer was ever so slightly wet. That was Angel’s doing.
“It rhymes with ‘juicy’,” Lucifer said quietly, laughing at the absurdity of it all, their gaze cautiously resting on Angel’s face now.
". . . Goosey?" When Angel felt the wet slit, he figured it out. There was still a lot of confusion. Things he thought he knew and the contrasting reality of it all, but he felt it wasn't his place to really ask or push for any kind of explanation. He was just quietly making little assumptions as his fingers continued to touch. Obviously not caring too much to be haunted by their unmatched genitals. "You don't have anything to whip out." He laughed. "Now I get it."
When Angel didn’t stop moving, when he continued to touch and explore, for the moment nonplussed, Lucifer’s fingers curled tightly over his shoulders, feeling as if they’d finally been given permission to begin enjoying the hell out of this. Angel hadn’t broken away in disgust, he hadn’t begun yelling — all very good signs that nothing world-ending was going to happen.
“I don’t have anything to whip out,” Lucifer repeated Angel’s words slowly, testing out how they sounded in their own voice. Then they laughed. “Accurate...” they purred in a whisper against the spider’s ear as their hands slowly crept over his hips in a southern trajectory.
"Did you have something to whip out at one point?" Every word was a question within itself. Angel was still curiously exploring, feeling everything he felt like he'd feel on a woman. It didn't make him any less hard. Actually, he felt like he had even more blood puffing up his cock and he felt himself shamelessly grinding against one of the angel’s thighs.
Lucifer smiled softly as Angel brazenly raised his question. Their hands found their goal and began the work of pushing Angel’s sweats down past his hips and down over the curve of his cute ass.
“When I wanted to.”
"Look at how cute and sloppy your little pussy is." Angel rubbed between those soft lips as he wriggled out of his sweats and briefs, discarding his shirt before helping Lucifer out of those white pants and then pushing their legs apart to get a better look. Angel sucked the wet off his finger and smacked his lips appreciating an old familiar taste as he got a better look.
Lucifer was laughing on and off the entire time, words both escaping and failing them to add to the irreverent spectacle Angel was making of this. When Angel smacked his lips was when they covered their face with both hands, still laughing.
“Cute and sloppy... god...” A little snort, and then Lucifer was gazing upwards at the ceiling, their hips shifting a little anxiously as Angel looked at them, flush red in the face.
Without even realizing how 'on the spot' Angel was putting the angel, he kept looking. A finger pushing inside and pulling out to watch the little slimy ribbons he tugged out of that hole. He did it again and again. Licking his finger clean between each insert as he laid closer to smell.
"I don't care, I like it. Definitely the most exotic thing I've ever tried to fuck." Then his tongue took the place of his finger, to read it apart like some delicate flower.
Angel was like a young field botanist who had just discovered a new type of edible tropical fruit or something. His unrestrained, unashamed exploration of Lucifer’s taste, scent and now, depth, were such a turn on. Lucifer tossed their head back sharply, hips twisting as the angel trembled, knees seeking one another behind Angel’s head.
“Angel... oh, fuck...” was whispered as Lucifer's tongue slipped around like a snake through dewy leaves.
“You're gonna be saying that a lot. My name." Two fingers pushed inside. Tongue flickering at that little bead that grew harder and bigger with every little nudge and suck he delivered. Still humming in satisfaction, he fucked Lucifer slowly with his hand.
Lucifer wondered, as they writhed under Angel, trying desperately to wrestle down the desire to cry out in unbridled want. Angel’s curious and skilled roughness made the blonde wet enough to be making quite the mess of Angel’s hand, and when he sucked on their clit, Heaven help them. Lucifer’s back arched and their hands tugged urgently, adoringly on Angel’s hair.
"Fuck yes." Angel was weird about his hair. "Pull on it." That tongue became more dominant of Lucifer's clit. As if that soft tongue could subdue it enough for a hard orgasm and a hard pull on his scalp. He loved giving oral and it definitely showed.
Lucifer was learning a great many things in a very short time span. Things about Angel, things about themself, things about the goddamn universe at large. Angel’s chill attitude toward Lucifer revealing their most precious secret coming straight before his unabashed hunger clearly went on display inspired Lucifer to give him all he asked for.
Lucifer pulled insistently on Angel’s hair as their legs locked at the ankle at the center of the tall spider’s back. They pushed their hips upward, trying to angle them as if they could get more, somehow. They sighed and moaned and cried out — finally — as his ability to make someone crazy was quickly becoming clear.
“Angel... Angel... aah...”
Musical.
Angel hummed happily with that pussy smothering his ability to breathe, but he fucking loved it. He loved the mess it left on his face, the smell deep in his nose and the way his tongue was pushed up inside the angel’s body like he could hit that spot without any assistance from his fingers. In the thrusts he grabbed each of Lucifer's ass cheeks in the palms of his hands and raised the angel up from the ground to quite literally rub his own fucking face in it.
Lucifer covered their eyes with their arm, feeling dizzy from how fast and fully the blood was rushing to their face as they saw more than felt how hedonism had given form and here it was, alive and steaming in Angel’s room. There was one long, shivering, ascending and falling moan that never seemed to break or end. Lucifer hooked their knees over Angel’s shoulders, anchoring themselves under his mouth as they wormed and groaned.
This was very good.
Those wide lips had sucked up every piece of that pussy until his mouth popped off of Lucifer like some suction cupped plushie being snatched off a window. Angel was breathless and his cock was heaving for its turn.
"You're gonna make me wear a condom aren't you..."
It took a solid six seconds before Lucifer had gathered enough scattered brain cells to speak in response to Angel’s doleful prediction.
“Fuck that. You better fuck me right now,” Lucifer demanded on a weak exhale, but their eyes were lit from within.
“I get tested, I'm all good." Angel laughed. The back of his hand wiped the sticky mess from his face, wondering what exactly the precautions were that he needed to be concerned about with this. If there even were any. Angel grabbed Lucifer's shirt to pull their back up from the floor to make their lips meet. He liked sharing sweet tastes. So generous. Then he pulled that shirt off the angel’s torso and threw it somewhere to ease Lucifer back onto the floor so he could position his hips.
This might be a little bit like what a doll went through when it was playtime. Angel maneuvered Lucifer to precisely where he wanted them at all times, and it made their head spin in a very pleasant way.
Lucifer realized, as Angel was fussing with their hips, that they were totally nude now. Lucifer brushed their hands down Angel’s arms, walking them up his shoulder and neck into his hair to try and drag him down for another kiss.
Angel’s fingers traced the bones of Lucifer’s his and slipped through messy curves and soft lips of skin all covered in a combination of fluids. That feeling felt so good. The slight puff and rolls of multiple leaves with a warm wet hole leaking heavily onto the fingers that caressed them. The tip of his finger dipped in gently like he couldn't keep too far away from what he was about to penetrate. While his hands played and his lips kissed, his dick tried to edge its way in for a turn. Wet fingers guiding it, but never fully pressing inside. All of his limbs were pretty greedy.
Lucifer laid beneath Angel, a pile of twitching limbs slowly growing hotter and sweat-slicked as the expert did things to them that they couldn’t see and could not even begin to imagine. They simply did not understand how fingers and lips could move in any way to make them cry out the way they did.
When the tip of Angel’s cock teased at the edge of their body, pressing silkily in but never enough to truly take root, the smaller growled in frustration, pressing in needily against the backs of Angel’s hips with their knees.
“Now.”
"No." Angel said it very flatly. Denying them with no tone for Lucifer to fight him with. It felt good smearing the other all over the head of his dick as the soft tip bumped against the clit and lips like he couldn't find the hole. He knew exactly where it was, but he felt stronger than Lucifer and those heels in his hips only made him a little more bratty about having his way.
"It feels like the best thing I'm ever gonna fuck." Angel’s breath was heavy on Lucifer's lips as he growled those words between teeth and kisses. Their mouths were as wet as that pussy and his tongue wasn't shy about fucking the angel’s mouth. "I want to slide right in. All the fucking way in."
Lucifer gazed at Angel in open-faced need — the spider was much more of a beast than they’d ever guiltily imagined, and they’d spent a fair amount of time coming up with vivid ideas.
The clumsiness of his cock rubbing everywhere, making a wet mess of the two of them, had Lucifer beside themself before Angel murmured more wonderful, nasty machismo into their ear and god did they love every second of it. Lucifer rumbled, latching onto Angel’s slick tongue to suck as their hands palmed over his fluffy chest, caressing.
Angel’s dick continued to swirl around with fingers tangling their fuck tools in a web of creamy pussy juice. He could feel himself leaking and he pushed that hot spend onto Lucifer's swollen little clit and he put enough pressure behind it to even get the sensation of that frisky little bead trying to fuck his dick hole. He moaned.
Close to hyperventilating, Lucifer was brought to the edge of sanity by all this teasing, this spreading of the honey over sweet cake until the honeypot ran dry. Lucifer rolled their hips to match Angel’s sloppy, incredibly delicious escapades, egging him on with each sway and rock of their pelvis, the feeling of his hot seed wet on their skin making everything that much juicier. Their claws scratched over Angel’s bony shoulders, soothing them with the center of their palm in a caress before pressing their thumbs against and into and over and around his spine, immediately mimicking every action of his cock around those floodgates.
Lucifer could do this all fucking night. “You’re amazing...” he praised Angel with a whisper.
Lucifer was really jerking Angel’s ego off. Though he felt like those words were pretty honest. Or; said ego stroking made him think it, but he liked it so much he pushed himself inside with a big smile.
Angel did exactly what he said he was going to and his dick slid in without any resistance. That pussy wanted him so bad it swallowed him up.
"Fuuuck." Angel had no more control of how loud he was getting. Fuck his hotel neighbors, they could get a little taste of this cake he was mashing.
Angel raised his broad chest up from the other's and his hands gripped the back of those slender thighs to bend that body into something smaller, getting better leverage and the most control over Lucifer. His pubic mound (opposite of Lucifer's) was rather thick with soft white fur. You couldn't make out any skin beneath it, but it was trimmed and manicured into a very fitting position on him. His testicles were bare and soft all the way up to the tippy top of his ass. A regular waxing schedule.
Angel's hands framed Lucifer's pussy between his thumbs and fingers in a cute little diamond shape as he rubbed that sticky juice in soft circles around the anus with the flats of his thumbs. Dick fucking the cute little puffy mess of feverish flesh.
Was there ever another time where Lucifer fell less out of control and completely at the mercy of another human being to the point of being reduced to a quivering, gasping pile of flesh and limbs they didn’t know what to do with, to this extent?
Not even Lilith.
The thought of her only lasted as long as that individual synapse fired before all their senses were overtaken by the supreme fucking Angel was delivering into, though, and outside of them. Angel’s weight was fully settled atop them, something that made them groan and their eyes roll up toward the heavens as his majestic cock made nonsense out of their most delicate and desperate innards.
“Fuck... fuck...” were the breathy whispers that escaped Lucifer’s often redstained lips, stunted from a thrust. Their claws dragged down Angel’s ribcage. “F,fuck... Angel...”"
The only words Angel had for Lucifer so far were soft grunts of 'mhmm'. The visual of all those wet folds mashed up around his dick with the soft sloppy sounds of his thick cock pushing through them was so mesmerizing and delicious. His lips felt thirsty for more of that, but the warm tight pressure drew harder and more pointed hip thrusts out of their sweet cunt. Angel had no curve to his throbbing prick. So he pretty much had all of the control of where and how he used it. He could feel the curves inside Lucifer's body and he was wrecking all of them as he snaked in and out of them.
"Do I get to cum in this? Mmm...I fucking like seeing the mess I can make."
Lucifer was ready to hold their own ankles aloft with both hands to allow Angel all the ample space he needed to do whatever it was he wanted to do next. Lucifer was tight by fate and design — you could make a diamond in there. A source of both pleasure and pain and — in cases like this — an intoxicating combination of both that seated along Lucifer’s nerves like an electrical pulse zipping a lead and making the bulb burst.
Lucifer’s knees were brushing Angel’s biceps as the blonde beneath him gazed up at him, rocked against the cushions and pillows with each forward motion that almost unraveled the angel completely. They could hear the wet noises their sinful bodies were making each time Angel fucked into them. Lucifer groaned, tugging on Angel’s hair from where they’d buried their hands, licking from one corner of his mouth to the other before demanding a hard, fumbling kiss from him.
“Cum inside me,” was gasped.
"You let me have all the fun." Angel's tongue was just as hungry when he felt the other's slipping across his open mouth. Each breath got a little heavier. A little faster and it was at a good pace with the way his heart was thumping in his chest like his balls clapped against Lucifer’s ass. Angel wanted a million more positions, but his dick was quite literally a pipe bomb. With permission to fill that bitch up, he grabbed around the angel’s waist like he wasn't gonna give Lucifer much of a chance to avoid it now. Lucifer said yes. Angel wasn't gonna let Lucifer say no.
No escape. Angel had a grip on Lucifer now that had them floating in the stratosphere somewhere. In a place where having all control removed was the most elated anyone could ever get.
Lucifer found Angel’s face with both hands and cupped it to kiss him with tenderness that flew in the face of the primal needs being satiated.
“I wanna cum around you,” was the next thing murmured, somehow managing an unflinching focus on his face as Angel nailed them like a sign to a door. Lucifer swirled their hips, pushing themselves into each thrust, churning and guiding him into something that was less churning butter and more, yes, a stir. A serenity in wanton fucking had been achieved.
Angel searched Lucifer's face like there was a secret button he could push to get them to stop egging him on. He was trying to last longer, but he felt like he had a gift for Christmas and begging to open it early. His eyes were hard to keep from rolling back in his head and that was never a good sign. His breathing was softly turning to moaning and without much of a warning he dug his fingers into skin and felt his dick thin and gush globs of spit in the other's hole. Hips still grinding in against the flat parts of the angel beneath him to play in his own mess.
"Oh fuck yes. Fuck. Yes."
Knowing — and feeling — Angel’d just filled them with his spend was possibly the biggest turn-on yet. Enough to be enough. Lucifer’s eager rutting against him served to both drive him into the hilt and give their poor screaming clit that downy fur to rub against and give precious friction to their stripped-wire nerves.
When Angel remained, when he didn’t pull out, Lucifer doubled down by wrapping their legs around him to ensure no seed would be split, as it were. One more roll of the hips, a desperate inhale, and then twice more before Lucifer’s heels dug into Angel’s calves as the trip wire went off when his cock made contact with the right place at the right time one, two, three times the charm. Lucifer clenched like a vice around him, eyes shut tight and as a spiraling moan of confused bliss filled the air.
Angel’s arms could barely hold his weight anymore, but his erection was still being clenched onto and he liked it. His arrogance turned a little softer and he laid himself down on Lucifer to hold onto them. Still to the hilt like a plug to a leak. He liked to feel it squish around him, but he also liked how fast Lucifer's little hummingbird heart raced.
Lucifer embraced Angel like the earth does the sun every twilight. They wouldn’t have had it any other way — their muscles were still squeezing around Angel now and then in aftershocks that made Lucifer still and close their eyes in clear enjoyment, but when Angel bent his ear to listen to their heart they chose their opportunity to nuzzle his hair in a contented, exhausted sigh.
They were a sticky, sweaty, shivery little mess amongst cushions and the like that would need cleaning now. Lucifer was quite happy.
Exhaustion was washing over Angel in waves. Eyes feeling a little heavier with every exhale and all he could do was let that drumming in Lucifer's chest slow in sync with his own.
"Fuck..." it was sleepy when it came out of him, but he knew he should help clean up. He just wasn't ready to pull out. "Let me clean you up. In the shower. Not like...with my tongue." Though he may not have even protested the suggestion. There was an acceptable amount of time for that kind of thing, but he honestly had no idea how long they'd been laying like this. "I'll take care of it."
“Shut up,” Lucifer said fondly, softly, their fingers slowly combing through Angel’s hair, never once catching on a snarl. “It can wait,” they reassured, wanting to luxuriate in the afterglow just a little longer. They kissed his forehead, then his temple.
"Be careful not to let me fall asleep..." Angel’s face turned toward every doting kiss he was given. Still eating up this attention.
“Do you turn into a goblin then?” Lucifer teased in a soft murmur against his hair. They were on cloud nine. Angel felt good against them, in their arms and inside them.
"No, I turn back into a human." Angel laughed, turning his face just a little more to get another kiss of lip. "I'm a goblin now."
“Hello, goblin Angel.” Lucifer kissed the spider’s soft lips after the gently spoken greeting, one hand brushing across his shoulders. “We’ve gotten acquainted quite well.”
"Heh, sex isn't good if there isn't cuddling afterward." Angel moved to raise up on his elbows. Feeling that mess slosh and subtly leak around the base of his softening cock. "I could feel you gushing on me. want to know what that feels like when you're on top."
“You’re the most intense perv I’ve ever met, maybe,” Lucifer chuckled, cheeks a touch rosy still as they began tracing Angel’s lips with an affectionate thumb before drawing him into a fresh kiss. “I like that about you a lot.” As if there was any doubt. “We can save that for next time.” That’s what was implied, right? That this wasn’t the only time.
Angel snapped back to normal after that comment. He was laughing, but it was like that exhaustion was sucked out of him and his fight was back. "I'm never gonna get what I want if I don't say what I want." He kissed them. Tough about it. "I wouldn't tell you no if you tried that in the morning." He winked.
Lucifer looked at Angel, wearing a shine on their lips from being kissed as well as a smirk that said they felt confident in their stance on Angel being a perv. “Something tells me I won’t have much choice about it in the morning.”
"Awww, you already know me." Angel touched his heart where he felt that familiar touch of flattery, but he was just being obnoxious. Even for actually liking that Lucifer would assume those things and be right. "Let's shower and go to bed."
“We should have put towels down,” Lucifer lamented with a small laugh, knowing there was a kicker wet spot waiting to greet them when they rolled over, untangled, and stood.
"Heh, quit talking about how great you are." Angel teased the angel, carefully pushing up from the floor to gently pull himself out. Trying his best not to look. Or gloat.
Lucifer’s hands lingered on Angel’s skin for as long as his actions permitted, closing their eyes as the stopper was removed and what Angel had delivered unto them made its way outside slowly, dripping. Lucifer sat up with a grunt of exertion before Angel offered them a hand to bring them to their unsteady feet.
Grinning, Angel led Lucifer to his ensuite.
He could get used to this.