For Emcee

[wayward_sun]

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

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

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee enters the room, smiling at the understated opulence.

"Ooh, and a piano, too," he coos as he heads straight for it to run his fingers over the keys. The notes ring brightly throughout the room. Good acoustics, of course.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over the back of one of the chairs.

"Of course," he says. "For when the mood strikes. Drink?"

He is already headed at the bar of course.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee drifts toward the center of the room, turning around to take in the atmosphere. It's like a small, private club. With a bed.

"Hmm, I'll have what you're having," he says, going over to the bar and crossing his arms on the countertop.

"Is this what your own home looks like?"

[wayward_sun]

"Scotch then," Lucifer says and pours them both a drink.
"And it does. Sort of. My view is better and I have better art on the walls."

He takes a sip of his drink and sighs.
"That hit a dry spot."

[i_am_your_host]

"I think it's very you," he remarks.

"Danke." He takes a sip of the very fine scotch, which warms his insides and elicits a sigh of his own.

"Still more preferable than the wet spot," he then snickers into his glass.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer laughs.

"That is true."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee turns and leans back against the bar, cat-like in his languor, and smirks up at Lucifer. In one hand he holds his glass; the fingers of the other idly stroke the fabric of Lucifer's sleeve.

"Sometimes there really is no escaping it, but that's why I like big beds. Plenty of space to simply move over."

[wayward_sun]

"Exactly. And they're more inviting, I find. Always room for one more. Or two."

He laughs again and then he puts his glass down so he can lean in and kiss Emcee again.

Slowly.

[i_am_your_host]

"I like that we are on the same page about these things," he chuckles breathily before their lips meet. And he sighs, melting against him.

Emcee has to remember that he's still holding a glass. Getting lost in the kiss might make him drop it.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer certainly isn't going to pay attention to anything as inconsequential as a wine glass.

Not when there's a willing mouth to explore.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee flushes warm, moaning into the kiss--

--the glass nearly slips from his fingers, but without looking or missing a beat, he reaches back to set it on the bar. Then he winds both his arms around Lucifer's neck, clinging to him closer, kissing him deeper.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer chuckles against his lips and slides his warm fingers under his top.

"Now - tell me," he murmurs, when he finally breaks the kiss, moving back a little to look deep into Emcee's eyes -"what do you really desire?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee looks up at him, sweeping his hands over Lucifer's shoulders and down his chest.

"What I always desire when I'm with you," he murmurs breathlessly as he feels his gaze delve into him. "I want you. I want your body. I want your cock in my mouth. I want you to fuck me. Take me."

[wayward_sun]

"Well, all of that is certainly doable," Lucifer replies. Kissing the corner of his mouth, his cheek, his neck.

"Let's get naked first, shall we?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee's eyelashes flutter, as if some mild spell lifts just as Lucifer's lips touch his skin.

"You enjoy using that voice on me," he remarks wryly.

He starts unbuttoning Lucifer's shirt.

[wayward_sun]

He shrugs.

"It's what I do. My talent."

Him.

He leans on and kisses him again.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee smiles into the kiss and parts Lucifer's shirt, running his hands over his bare chest.

"But you like how it works on me," he says between kisses. "You know I can't resist. You know I won't resist."

[wayward_sun]

"Well, you give such good answers," Lucifer purrs and naps at his earlobe.
Playfully.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee giggles softly, his breath warm against the side of Lucifer's neck, as his hands travel lower down his body to unbuckle his belt.

"With you," he says, mouthing along his collarbone, "I never have to mince my words when it comes to what I want."

[wayward_sun]

"That's one of the good things about me. I'm in favour of giving people what they want," Lucifer replies as he slides his hands down Emcee's back.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee arches against him, nuzzling the pit of his throat.

"Especially when all they want is you?"

[wayward_sun]

"That's always a good place to sta- ooh, yes. That's nice."

[i_am_your_host]

He chuckles and nips lightly at his Adam's apple.

"We should continue on the bed," he suggests, stroking the front of Lucifer's trousers.

[wayward_sun]

"We most definitely should," Lucifer agrees, enthusiastically.

He grabs Emcee's hamd and walks him to the bed. Nibbling at his ear.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee giggles again, fluttery and girlish.

"You're in a playful mood tonight, darling," he remarks as he toes off his boots and hops backward onto the bed with a light bounce.