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[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.

And the sound of Lux at ground level.

Lucifer shrugs off his jacket and heads for the bar.

"Make yourself at home," he calls over his shoulder.

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[magic_by_accident]

John shrugs off his trenchcoat and hangs it over a chair. He sits at the piano and plays a scale and arpeggios.

"Nice place."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer returns with two cocktail glasses and hands one to Constantine.

He's made a double. You might as well when you're measuring anyway.

"You're wearing clothes under the trenchcoat. Good to know," he says, as he leans on the piano.

"And it is. It looks quite a lot like my place above Lux."

[magic_by_accident]

John downs a swallow. "Maybe sometime I'll surprise you."

He glances around again. "I've been in a few rooms here by now. I like this. Feels ... sleek."

[wayward_sun]

"Have you been getting around?" Lucifer says, delightedly, leaning closer.

"Do tell."

[magic_by_accident]

"Just making friends," John says. "Having them show me around, and we end up in their rooms. People are very friendly here."

[wayward_sun]

"That is true," Lucifer replies, nodding.

"And from all over. It's a very entertaining place."

He takes another slow sip of his drink.

"Had you been coming here long before you bumped into me?"

[magic_by_accident]

"Not very long, just once or twice." He moves over on the bench and pats the empty space. "Join me.

"Have you been coming here long?"

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer slides down on the piano bench with a small smile and outs his drink down on the floor so his hands are free to play.

It's a light tune, a Gavotte perhaps.

"Only a couple of weeks, but here's is day a lot more time has passed."

He closes his eyes briefly. Humming.

[magic_by_accident]

John watches him play and sips his drink.

"Time is strange here," he observes. "It always feels like happy hour, even when they're serving breakfast. And the sun moves like we're on a planet."

He shuts up to listen.

[wayward_sun]

A smile spreads.

"That it does," Lucifer murmurs and keeps on playing.

But it's a short piece and when he stops, bending down to retrieve his drink, he says, "Is nice though. To be able to get away for a bit."

He turns to face John. Close, glass to his lips.

"You went all quiet?"

{heading to bed soonish}

[magic_by_accident]

"I was listening to the music. Another way to get away for a bit."

He takes Lucifer's glass and has a sip, just to see what Lucifer will do.


[ooc: NP, sleep well!]

[wayward_sun]

"Done with your own already?" Lucifer says with chuckle and picks the glass from John's fingers.

"Or just greedy?"

He empties the glass and puts it down before reaching out to run a finger down the side of John's face.

Slowly. A

[magic_by_accident]

John gives a slow blink like a sleepy lion.

"Wanted to taste what you taste," he whispers.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer leans in and presses his lips against Constantine's.

They're warm and smooth.

He tastes of the drink and the ones before that, layers of intoxication on top of the warmth of his mouth.

[magic_by_accident]

John takes Lucifer's face in both hands. He tastes of cigarettes and whiskey and weariness.

[wayward_sun]

Kissing is like dancing.

You figure out if the other party likes to lead or be led and then you adapt.

So Lucifer yields to Constantine's kiss, parting his lips and paying attention.

[magic_by_accident]

John's lips part as well and his tongue touches Lucifer's lips before dipping into his mouth.

[wayward_sun]

That earns him a small, pleased sound, as Lucifer puts his arms around him.

[magic_by_accident]

John's hands slide into Lucifer's hair. He gets onto one knee and kisses his deeper.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer gasps into his mouth and slides one hand up his back, fingers splayed.

[magic_by_accident]

John's back arches, and he has to break off the kiss to moan.

[wayward_sun]

As John moves away, Lucifer runs his lips along the side of his neck, suckling his skin.

[magic_by_accident]

"Luce," John breathes. He starts tugging on the knot in Lucifer's perfectly-knotted tie.

[wayward_sun]

"Hmmmmm, in a hurry, are we?" Lucifer murmurs, reaching up to undo his tie himself because of they are, they certainly can't wait around while Constantine ineffectually does random things to his tie.

"There."

He pulls the tie away from his collar.

[magic_by_accident]

"I want more of you, that's all." He kisses Lucifer's throat.