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[wayward_sun]

Everything is just like.last time.
Black, chrome, glass.

A bed in a prominent place.

Lucifer walks inside and pours himself a drink because of course he does.

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[just_cant_lose]

'If you really think I'm six in any respect-' he says, as soon as the door is shut behind them, '-you probably shouldn't be luring me up to your room and plying me with alcohol, should you?'

Jim wasn't six when he was six. But it's funny that anyone might think he's immature.

[wayward_sun]

Emotionally stunted?

Whatever.

Lucifer shtugs. "You're right. I don't like having kids around."

[just_cant_lose]

Not even close. But whatever is right. Jim does not care; he just slips his waistcoat off and lets it fall, walking bare-chested to the bar.

'Why would you? They're awful.'

[wayward_sun]

"They are," Lucifer agrees with emphasis.
"Annoying and useless."

He leans against the piano and sips his drink. Watching Jim.

[just_cant_lose]

'You sound like it's a personal dislike.'

Lucifer is very rude not having provided his guest with a drink. Jim does the only possible thing, which is walk up to him and tug at his glass. Sharing obviously has to be a thing.

[wayward_sun]

"It is. I'm not used to small humans and having to keep an eye out for them is annoying."

He lets Jim take his glass and says, "You can get your own, you know."

[just_cant_lose]

'You could get one for me. I'm a guest.'

He gives Lucifer a long look over the rim of the glass. He drinks it all down, then hands it back.

'And, they're stupid and boring. Do you want another line?'

He's going to do one. And the bar is right there and convenient, so he wanders over to it to get on that.

[wayward_sun]

"I like people who can fend for themselves. And of course."

Drugs don't really take, not for long anyway, but still.

[just_cant_lose]

That's fine, he has a lot. He upends half an ounce on the bar counter and starts smushing the clumpy bits up with the edge of a card.

'I can see why you like me, then.'

A beat, and he chuckles.

'Maybe 'like' is the wrong word, but you know what I mean.'

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer ambles over, slowly.
"I know what you mean."

His voice is soft.
His eyes aren't.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim looks over his shoulder at him. The eyes make him smile, and he blinks slowly.

'If you want to fuck me,' he says, and turns back to the drugs. 'Just do it.'

[wayward_sun]

"Im just waiting till you've finished the line," Lucifer says. "It's easy to damage something if you're being jostled while you're keeping your nose busy."

[just_cant_lose]

'And you care about damaging things?'

That's sad. Jim rolls up his note again, takes his line, and offers it out to Lucifer afterwards.

[wayward_sun]

"Yes, well, I don't want you nosebleeding all over the furniture," Lucifer says and takes the offered note so he can finish up his line.

"There we go. Right, pants off."

[just_cant_lose]

'You're so romantic.'

Jim pouts, and leans his elbows on the bar.

'You want them off, you take them off.'

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer sighs.

"Fine. Do you want them tipped off or do you want to keep them in one piece?"

[just_cant_lose]

'Unless you've got something I can wear out of here, keep them in one piece.'

He is going to ignore the sighing for now. Only because he's in a good mood.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer steps close, reaches around Jim and unfastens his pants.

Then he slides them down his hips with sure, strong fingers.

He is stronger than he looks like.

[just_cant_lose]

Mmm, that's quite nice. Jim likes a big, strong man behind him. It's always so promising, even when it usually turns out to be crap. He leans his head back, not quite resting it on his shoulder. His ass cants towards the curve of Lucifer's hips, rubbing just a little.

'There's lube and rubbers in the pocket.'

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer fiddles around a bit and then him gets the pleasure of a slow, steady fingerpenetration coupled with a dexterous cock ring.
Lucifer even manages to stroke his balls with his pinkie.

[just_cant_lose]

Mmm. That's good. He leans on his elbows and arches back, his head spinning from drugs and the slow burn of pleasure starting up.

'You've done this before.'

Lol.

[wayward_sun]

"I have," Lucifer agrees and slowly adds another finger.

Downside: his drinks hand is occupied.

[just_cant_lose]

He'll have to cope without a drink. Jim insists.

...but he does have some of his own, swallowing it as he rocks his hips.

'You're being very nice.'

He's too high to decide how he feels about that. So far. He's sure a decision will happen.

[wayward_sun]

"Not really. But I like sex."

And he likes sex done well.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim is also a fan of sex done well, particularly when it's happening to him. He thrusts back a bit.

'C'mon. More.'