For Jay

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer opens the door revealing a spacious room, black and chrome. It's an open plan, filled with smooth surfaces and hidden lamps

There's a bar, a piano, and a huge bed with Egyptian cotton sheets.

An open door leads into a spacious bathroom
He.likes his creature comforts.

"Right that way." He nods at the open door.

Comments

[runningred]

"Nice." Jay grins, appreciating hedonism. He finds a corner to put down his helmet, shedding his jacket with a soft grunt. A few more of those shots hit than he would have liked. Even though the armour did its job and disbursed the force, he'll still fist sized bruises just starting to form under that tight black tee-shirt.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer wanders over and sets about mixing drinks.

[runningred]

He strips down to his undershorts, leaving the rest folded up on a chair before padding over barefoot to join Lucifer. "Thanks." He rests a soft hand on Lucifer's waist as he leans in to take a glass.

[wayward_sun]

He's firm and warm beneath the smooth fabric layers of his three piece suit.

Just as well-groomed as last time (playboy-like - shh), stubbles just so and not a hair out of place.

"Anytime. Well, hopefully not with the bombs and hypothetical boxes. I was more thinking about this bit."

[runningred]

"This bit." He sips the liquor. "Or this bit." His hand slides lower to gently cup the curves of Lucifer's ass.

[wayward_sun]

"Oh yes. I rather like that bit too," Lucifer agrees, smiling.

[runningred]

"Share a shower with me?"

[wayward_sun]

"What an excellent idea."

He empties his glass and puts it down before leaning in for a kiss.

He can unbutton his clothes without having to look.

[runningred]

Jay stands back just enough to enjoy the view, watching without shame.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer shrugs off his jacket, unbuttons his vest and then his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest, and then equally sculpted shoulders and arms.

He doesn't seem to mind being watched.

He bends down to untie his shoes, leaving the scars on his back - large and gnarly- briefly visible.

[runningred]

Jay notices the scars but doesn't comment. He has scars enough of his own. "Bathroom is over here?" Jay asks, shedding his own shorts. He's half hard, just from the view and the left over rush.

[wayward_sun]

"Yes,"Lucifer says as he removes his socks.

"Feel free to play around with the settings. There are a couple of massage settings."

[runningred]

"Man after my own heart." Jay chuckles and pads off to investigate said settings. He finds a spray setting that's good and hard on his skin, massaging some of the tension out. He groans softly, the water hot and billowing steam.

[wayward_sun]

It only takes a moment or two before Lucifer joins him, head tipped back in enjoyment.

"You do like it a bit hard, don't you?" he asks. On account of the water.

[runningred]

Jay grins over his shoulder, hands braced on the tiles. "From time to time."

Someone else doesn't mind being looked at.

[wayward_sun]

And he is being looked at.
Lucifer believes in methodical ogling it seems, his gaze moving slowly all the way up from the floor to Jay's eyes.

[runningred]

"Going to join me." Jay asks, tilting his face up to the stream. "Or are you enjoying the view."

[wayward_sun]

"The latter."

He smiles.

"It's a nice view. Very nice."

[runningred]

"Glad you enjoy it." He reaches for the soap, breathing in the scent of expensive taste. He runs a soapy hand down his hard, muscled flank, finding a bruise forming. He hisses softly.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer strps closer to peer at it.

"That's gotta smart," he says.
"Oh, and there's another whopper forming up there."

His touch is very light.

[runningred]

Jay hisses again, but not entire out of pain. Or not entirely objecting to the pain. "As good as my armour is, the force of a large calibre shot still has to go somewhere."

[wayward_sun]

"That seems to be a thing with you. Getting shot at. Or bombed."

Lucifer's hand moves to the uninjured patch of skin above the appearing bruise.

[runningred]

"What can I say?" Jay breathes a soft purr. "It's what I do. And yes, I own the implied masochism."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer's hand keeps moving, all the way up to tangle in Jay's hair and give it a (very firm) tug.

[runningred]

Jay gasps, body tensing under the touch. He growls softly and pulling a little against the grip. "I hope you plan to back that up."