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[wayward_sun]

Lucifer's room is spacious, all black and chrome with a few old (old as in ancient) pieces of artwork.

Lamps are placed strategically and discreetly, to make the open plan room seem both dark and softly illuminated at the same time.

There's a bar, a piano, and a huge bed with Egyptian cotton sheets.
A low coffee table, a low couch and a couple of very comfortably looking chairs round out the furniture.

"I did promise a couch. But you might find the bed more to your liking," Lucifer says.
Innocently.

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[vexingmesmer]

Innocence didn't even cross the threshold. It's been so long since he was 'innocent,' Vex can't even remember what it might've felt like. It reminds him a touch of what the Morrigan has, only... more.

Everything about this is more.

Very tactile, Vex lets his fingers slide over leather furniture, humming softly, boots light over the floor.

"You did, but you are correct," he replies to Lucifer, casting a glance back and showing his teeth with his grin. "But to be fair, I think everything here is to my liking."

[wayward_sun]

"Thank you," Lucifer replies. Pleased.

"It looks a lot like my place at home. My club is at a high rise, so I've claimed the penthouse for myself."

He puts them both generous drinks and adds, "The lift is very convenient, as you might imagine."

[vexingmesmer]

"A penthouse! That must be quite the morning view. Provided that you're not distracted by the previous evenings company," Vex says as he accepts his drink. Top shelf liquor is the best liquor, if you ask him.

"I'm sure there's plenty of room to start a party before moving to the main floor," Vex said, taking a lean up by the bar. "The Million-Road Waystop, well, not quite going to give you a penthouse, but this is still damned amazing."

[wayward_sun]

"It is. Sometimes, you can even see the stars. And the view is decent from the bed."

Because yes, distractions by company and all that.

He leans back against the bar, right next to Vex, because personal space? Don't know her.

And it also serves to put him on display, even when dressed in several layers of expensive men's wear.

[vexingmesmer]

Even if they had been in the penthouse proper, the subtle flex still would have been the superior view.

Also a stranger to personal space, Vex leans in to speak in a conspiratorial whisper: "The view is always better from the bed, yeah?

Then he finishes his drink -- as his is excellent mortal booze, but it'll take a lot more to put the Mesmer on his ass -- and puts it back on the bar, brows lifting. "Even if there's no windows proper. Not like you must have at home."

[wayward_sun]

"Mmmm," Lucifer hums and closes the distance between them, whispering, "Bed views are the best views," before kissing him.

His lips are smooth and very warm. And up close, what might be taken for a light makeup and a bit of guyliner clearly isn't.

To a human, he is a gorgeous man with a good skin care regime and a bright smile.

To others, he is thrumming with the power he pretends not to care about.

[vexingmesmer]

No mere mortal here; Vex knows power when he feels it under his fingertips -- or pressed against his lips. He yields easily -- it's what he's here to do, that's his current desire. The fact he's divine is a razor's edge of excitement and fear. In his world, Gods are very real, and very, very dangerous.

He cups one impossible perfect cheek as he indulges, before he nips lightly at Lucifer's lower lip and draws back just enough to speak. "Do show me, Lucifer."

[wayward_sun]

That gets him another, deeper kiss. A long, searching, hungry kiss.

When Lucifer breaks it and steps away, heading towards the bed, backwards, still looking at Vex, he says, "I like to keep things fun. But I'm very adaptable."

He shrugs off his jacket, and unbuttons his waistcoat, still looking at Vex.

[vexingmesmer]

All but purring, Vex has abandoned all sense of caution. With Lucifer leading, Vex is already unbuttoning his shirt as he pads after him.

"I mean, sticks n' stones, whips and chains and all that applies to me," Vex says, seeing no point in lying to the man who coaxes out desire out of a person like a weaver does cloth on a loom. "I'm happy to let you have all the run of things you like."

Vex controls people for a living, manipulates and ties and kills when he must. Sometimes it's not to not be the one yanking the strings.

[wayward_sun]

"That can certainly be arranged,"Lucifer says, as he makes quick work of both the waistcoat and the shirt beneath it, letting them drop down on a chair as he makes his way to a discreet cabinet at the other side of the bed.

He turns his back to Vex as he opens it. "If it works for you, I'm thinking leather restraints, maybe a blindfold? I tend to avoid literal whips. Too much like work you know?" he says as he looks for just the right set.

His back is dominated by two huge, gnarly scars. They're ragged and twisted and look so much worse because everything else about him is smooth and polished.

"No iron I suppose?"

[vexingmesmer]

"Iron allergies persist among the Fae, yes," Vex says, eyes tracking over the scars; he can imagine just what happened there -- an angel cast from heaven, wings, yadda yadda. He knows the mythos, of course. Still, seeing it is... different. "Some worse than others. It won't burn me, in my case, but -- don't feed me liver, yeah? Ugly result."

Taking off his silver rings, he says, "I am easy like -- well, Sunday morning. Crops have always been my preference anyway, when it comes to striking implements. Short length maintains intimacy, gives a focused sting. Nicest welts. A good cat follows up, but they're so had to find. Everything you brought up, however, sounds positively delicious."

[wayward_sun]

"Now that you mention it," Lucifer says, before turning, showing off his new found treasures in triumph, "I do have a riding crop here. "And some nice leather restraints. All broken in and comfortable."

He smiles.
Widely.

"If it's not terribly important to you, I'd rather not gag you. I do so like to hear that what I'm doing is working."

[vexingmesmer]

"Not a fan of gags, myself," Vex admits, though he's grinning. Everything else -- from flawless Lucifer to a properly springy riding crop -- pleases him immensely.

He doesn't confess that he's giving up his command in the most dangerous way-- his sight gone and his hands bound, and the mesmer's rendered powerless. No take backs -- the trust he's laying out is hefty.

(That or his kink is risk. Which is... probably a good deal for it; survivor's guilt and secret death wishes make for a hefty combo.

Neatly putting his shirt aside, boots follow; certain Fae don't age like humans, or have certain issues. But there are scars -- not a warrior, by any stretch, but Vex has survived much, over the last nearly-ten centuries.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer opens a drawer and retrieves a silky blindfold, a bottle of massage oil, and a couple of old fashioned clothes pegs (you never know if they might come in handy).

"Anything I should know beforehand?" he asks as he lines everything up on the nightstand.

He looks at Vex over his shoulder and smiles at the sight of him.

[vexingmesmer]

"Nothing too important. I like to talk, though," Vex muses, consider. Negotiating consent when you're used to being a hard to harm immortal, well, that's always fun. But it's the Devil.

The fucking Devil.

The devil he's going to fuck.

The excitement is amazing. Which should be obvious, those are very tight trousers.

[wayward_sun]

"Get naked," Lucifer says as he leans against the wall.

He appreciates the tight trousers ( oh, but he does), but he also likes skin.

"And come over here."
The restraints are dangling from his left hand.
Promisingly.

[vexingmesmer]

It's the kind of promise Vex loves to be kept with, so his studded leather belt slithers through his hand as he pulls it away. Unsurprisingly this is a man who wears comfortable shorts beneath rather then risking anything important by, you know, weraing not at all.

He's not impresive in any way except that he's strangely flawless in skin; otherwise, he's just about human average in every other way -- including in the wriggling of his boots off and shimmying out of tight trousers. But those end up put aside with the rest of his clothing, next to his rings.

Then he approaches with a bounce in his step; if Lucifer diddn't peg him for a brat before hand... he'll learn soon enough.

[wayward_sun]

He had an inkling. Lucifer smiles, widely, and says, "Hands in front."

It makes it easier to get them above his head later on and there's a discreet hook in the ceiling, just for that purpose.

(Or maybe it's for hanging a lamp. Who's to say?)

He redies the restraints.

[vexingmesmer]

There's no defiance in him yet, but it's only a matter of time. Vex presentes his hands free of his silver rings, fingers long and graceful.

He does not respond verbally -- he hasn't seen a reason to push it yet.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer expertly fastens the restraints around first one wrist, then the other.

He then buckles then together with a little bit of space between them.

"That looks very nice," he says, before pulling Vex closer.

"I am going to blindfold you," he says, in a low, intimate voice.

"And then I'm going to lead you to the bed and tie you up. So I can do whatever I want with you."

And then he leans in for a kiss.

[vexingmesmer]

Vex just purrs, thrumming with anticipation, wiggling his hands and testing them for comfort. Just snug enough they won't chafe, just enough mobility-- but not enough to use his gifts.

Ideal. The risk is there, the thrill swiftly accompanying it. It makes it easy to offer himself up and take Lucifer's kiss with passion already making his heart race.

[wayward_sun]

And Lucifer appreciates the passion, claiming Vex's mouth hungrily, before taking a small step back so he can slide the blindfold across Vex's eyes.

He takes his time adjusting it and then he ghosts his fingertips up Vex's arm, his neck, all the way up to the soft, warm skin behind his ears

[vexingmesmer]

Thrumming, Vex gives a little ah of encouragement; yes, those spots, that right there. Just behind the ear, at the lobe. His toes curl and his fingers flex -- he hasn't been told to touch, yet, but neither has he been told not to. It makes for a terrible (in the best way) tension.

[wayward_sun]

"Right."

Lucifer's voice is low and intimate, closer to Vex's ear.

As he says, "You look very pretty like this," he takes hold of the linked restraints with one hand as he pushes Vex backwards towards the bed with a hand on his shoulder.

"And you'll look even prettier in a minute. When I get started."

Promise. Threat.

[vexingmesmer]

"Oh, thank you," Vex purrs in response to a compliment. Yes, he is very pretty, he's self-aware enough to know that.

He's also aware enough of the bed hitting his calves, and going down back on it. There's a wiggle and a wriggle after his ass hits the mattress.

"S'quality mattress topper you got there," Vex says, mouth curling up in a grin. "Very comfy."

[wayward_sun]

"Oh, it has to be," Lucifer says.

"To keep up with the West and treat. On your knees."

It's not the easiest, shifting around on the mattress, but he's sure Vex can manage.

"And arms above your head."

[vexingmesmer]

Vex has been at this a long time; he can manage just fine, balance staying steady as he gets to the middle and settles again. Then he holds his arms above his head.

A flash of white teeth show when he smiles, grins, and then tames his expression back down into something more acceptable than wearing his excitement on his face. (He's plenty excited, there's plenty of evidence, he just doesn't need to grin like a fool, thinks Vex.)

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer wouldn't mind.
Pleasure takes all sorts of forms and looks and he likes them all.
Almost.

He leans close and takes hold of Vex's restrained wrist, pulling a little and then letting them settle on a discreet hook at the end of a discreet chain suspended from the ceiling.

"There," he says, leaning back.

Then he reaches for something on the nightstand.

Vex will be able to tell from the rustling.

What will it be?

Could it be the riding crop?
And could that gentle, dragging touch to Vex's lips be the small, leather keeper at the end of said crop@

[vexingmesmer]

Vex's lips part under the pressure of the leather tip - keeper, popper, lash, it has so many names -- and he lets his tongue dart out to taste it. His mouth is already curving back into his sly smile.

"Can't kiss your ring, but perhaps that's a start?" he says.

[wayward_sun]

"I do like the look of it," Lucifer murmurs.

He drags the keeper up the side of Vex's cheek. Slowly.

"I'm thinking I should adorn you a little. Now you're on display."

[vexingmesmer]

Vex's lips split into that eager smile again as he wriggles, comfortable in his restraint -- or at least, comfortable enough.

"I do look good in silver, love," he tells him.