For Klaus

[wayward_sun]

The room is spacious, all black and chrome. It's an open plan, filled with smooth surfaces and hidden lamps. And a few old (old as in ancient) pieces of artwork.

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

An open door leads into a spacious bathroom.

All that's really lacking is the huge balcony and the L.A. skyline.

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[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus whistles as he waltzes in, refusing the be still or small in this grandiose space.

"So, where do you want me, darling? This is your practice, after all, got to make it worth it." He rambles, sliding a finger down the piano keys in a shower of notes.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer waves a hand.
"Wherever really. Do you want drink?"

The henna might stain his bedding but that's alright.

He turns, bottle in hand and a glass held up.

[skyhigh_seance]

"I mean, always." Klaus allows, sauntering over for that glass. He goes slowly, because he knows his ass looks pretty damn amazing in a miniskirt.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer leans his hip against the counter and watches appreciatively, still holding the empty glass at the ready so he can hand it to him.

Smiling.

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus takes the glass, handling it correctly - at some point someone took great pains to make sure he knew how to behave in high society, even if he's more likely to be found in a back alley than a fancy party these days.

"So, what are you pouring?"

[wayward_sun]

"A Japanese whiskey," Lucifer replies, pouring a very generous amount of fingers into the snifter.

"It's very nice. If you like Japanese whiskey."

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus does the polite thing and doesn't shoot it back like cheap vodka, though he never would say he was particularly fond of whiskey. Even if it was his first 'real' alcohol.

Dear old daddy never did lock up the liquor cabinet well enough.

"It's not too bad." He allows, swirling the glass. He will give whiskey points for looking awfully pretty in a glass.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer chuckles.
"There's a variety to choose from. You pick the next one."

He is right.
There is a variety to choose from.
A wall of shelves to be exact.

[skyhigh_seance]

"Do I get to pick you pouring down my throat instead?" Klaus asks with a wide grin. "I mean, if you'd like."

[wayward_sun]

"That can certainly be arranged," Lucifer says in a low, intimate tone.

And then he steps closer.

He really is exceptionally well-groomed up close.
Smells nice too. No hint of sulphur.

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus is... well. He's a bit sloppy at all times, really, his hair a wild mess of curls, his eyeliner drawn on with hands that shook just a little too much, and his clothes have definitely never met an iron.

He is, however, extremely affectionate, and easily inserts himself into Lucifer's space, twining his arms around those well-clothed shoulders.

"The real question is if you want me tied up before then."

[wayward_sun]

He asks because it's second nature (or first or whatever) but he doesn't expect it to work here since it tends not to so the intensity is dialled way down.

"Tell me - what do you desire?"

Looking into Klaus' eyes.

[skyhigh_seance]

If it was working, if they weren't in a magical bar at the end of the universe, he might say something about wanting the screaming to stop.

"Well, I mean, do you want a list? Because being tied up and fucked are pretty high on it."

[wayward_sun]

"Let's relocate to the bed then," Lucifer smiles, running a finger down his chest.