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[wayward_sun]

The room is spacious, all smooth surfaces and hidden lamps, making it seem even bigger.

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


Lucifer looks aroind with a grin.
"Oh look. A microcosm."

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[just_cant_lose]

'This is how you live at home?'

Jim walks in like he owns the place, running fingers along a smooth surface and smiling happily. It looks like he'll be starting the new year as he means to go on - trying his best to enjoy himself.

'It's nice.'

[wayward_sun]

"Sort of. My bar is nicer and I have a little more furniture. And a view. But this will do."

Lucifer shrugs off his jacket and walks over to pour them both drinks.

[just_cant_lose]

'There's not much to look at in L.A.'

Jim finds a seat, and sits on it.

'And I'm a view you can enjoy.'

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer walks over and hands him the drink, but not sitting down straight away.

"There's the sky. Even with the light pollution. And the regular pollution."

And a pause and then a smile. "And I am."

[just_cant_lose]

'I like the sky.'

He smiles, looking up at Lucifer, and sips his drink.

'But I'm prettier, in the short-term at least. Make the most of it while you've got it.'

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer leans down, a hand on either side of Jim, and murmurs, "I always do."
Right next to his ear.

[just_cant_lose]

Ohhhhh, that's hot. Jim's smile gets wider, and he turns his head so his lips are brushing the stubble on Lucifer's cheek.

'Prove it.'

[wayward_sun]

"Aren't I already?" Lucifer whispers - And then he lets his lips glide from the corner of Jim's mouth to just beneath his earlobe.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim makes a tiny sound, and lets his eyes fall closed.

'Oh,' he says quietly, and draws a breath in. 'You can use me better than this.'

[wayward_sun]

"I like to take my time," Lucifer says, sliding a hand up Jim's side. "Unless you're in a hurry?"

Some people have sensitive spots on their side. Some like having their neck held. Firmly. Possessively.
Some react to a hand in their hair.

So he explores that, his hand warm and smooth.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim is sensitive over his ribs, but not through clothes. He definitely likes having his neck held, and pushes into the grip to demand more.

'No rush.'

His tone is easy, but he's clearly into it.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer tightens his grip on his neck and moves him. Just to gauge his reaction.

[just_cant_lose]

It makes him gasp, first in surprise and then in want, even as a smirk begins to spread.

'I do hope you're going to be a beast, darling.'

Jim might be okay with showing what he wants, but he'll just outright say it too.

'And am I allowed to touch, or do you insist on running this show?'

[wayward_sun]

"You can touch," Lucifer murmurs, softly.

"And you can tell me what you like. Everything you like."

He runs his teeth along Jim's jaw.

[just_cant_lose]

'That would keep us here-'

He tilts his head so his jaw is fully accessible, and his fingers find his way to the first closed button on Lucifer's shirt.

'-a really long time. I like a lot of things.'

[wayward_sun]

"I'm not in a hurry," Lucifer replies as he retraced the path along Jim's jaw again.
With a little more force behind it this time.

[just_cant_lose]

He hisses quietly, and drags his fingernails down the centre of Lucifer's chest in response.

'I'm a man of action. You can do what you want to me.'

[wayward_sun]

"Really? Anything ?"

He moves his hands down to undo Jim's trousers.

"That's brave."

(Not really. But people have all sorts of ideas about The Devil).

[just_cant_lose]

'I'm either brave or stupid.'

He hooks his fingers in Lucifer's waistband, and touches his lips to his neck. His hips lift a tiny bit, making it easier for him to do what he wants with his jeans.

'Which do you think?'

There's an option 3: that he simply doesn't care. But if Lucifer hasn't clocked that about him, he's not about to fill him in.

[wayward_sun]

"I think," Lucifer says, sliding Jim's jeans down a little, "that you're too nihilistic to be either."

[just_cant_lose]

'Oh. Nihilism.'

He snorts quietly, while his hand dives into his jeans pocket to grab a condom and lube before they're taken away. He pushes them into Lucifer's pocket, then pushes his hands inside his open shirt so they can run up his ribs.

'I don't need to care about anything to enjoy fucking. It makes it easier, wouldn't you think?'

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer has warm hands and strong fingers. They press against Jim's skin, mapping out his ribs.

"I am all in favour of easy," he says. "Very much so."

[just_cant_lose]

'I'm not. It's everything I hate.'

But that doesn't mean he's going to object to the way this is going. He bends into the touch of Lucifer's hands; he's thin but with defined muscles, flexible and willing to be pushed into shape.

'But if you love it so much, I suggest we make use of the bed over there.'

More space.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer smiles.
And then he says, "Clothes off first. Yours."

He reclaims his hands and unbutton Jim's shirt.

[just_cant_lose]

'Whatever you say.'

He smirks and pushes his shoes off with his toes, utterly relaxed as he lets has his way. For now. It'll be fun to see if he can push it later.

'Do you always top?. Not that I'm saying I want to, I'm just curious.'