Dumat: The Dragon of Silence (nearestvessel) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-11-26 21:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lucifer morningstar, samandriel |
Who: Samandriel and Lucifer Morningstar
What: Samandriel finally finds out about the deal his boyfriend and his mother made.
When: Shortly after these texts - 11/9
Where: Lucifer’s office
Rating: High for sexual situations. TW for mildly kinky kinds of sexual situations.
Status: Complete
There were times when text messages couldn’t properly convey tone of voice, but even so, Samandriel was pretty sure that Lucifer knew he was upset about not being informed of something. It didn’t stop the dark look of annoyance on his face when he appeared in his boyfriend’s office, but it probably helped that Lucifer already knew.
“What is it.” There was no world in which that was going to come out as a question, not today, not when Samandriel was sick and tired of people feeling like they needed to protect him. Lucifer was allowed, to an extent, but hiding things from him didn’t count as protecting. It counted as being a dick.
Alternately, Lucifer was fairly certain that making his just vaguely underaged (in theory) boyfriend aware of the fact that he was basically paying a fee to keep him was a dick sort of move. Not that he had any choice but to say so now, so really they were just going to have to agree to disagree on this topic.
But if Samandriel was going to be demanding about it, Lucifer wasn't necessarily above removing his glasses and frowning like he was equally disappointed. "Well, there was a contract of sorts. There needs to be when any sum of money that large is exchanged."
Samandriel shifted his weight back onto his heels and looked at Lucifer for a moment, visibly taken aback and then hurt as he looked at his shoes. “She literally sold me,” he said softly. It didn’t matter how much she’d done it for, only that she’d done it.
"It wouldn't be the first time she'd done," Lucifer said, instantly feeling bad and turning in his chair to face Samandriel completely. That he was part of the transaction seemed beside the point -- it wasn't as if he'd had a large choice at the time.
“Implying that she was going to and actually doing it are two entirely different things,” Samandriel pointed out. He couldn’t let himself look at Lucifer, not yet. “I’m...severely tempted to go wipe myself from their memories.”
"How would that make you feel any better or be anything other than an abuse of power?" Lucifer folded his hands in his lap, waited for Samandriel to look at him. "It's not even a punishment. Not for them."
Samandriel looked up at Lucifer, blue eyes almost as sad as Castiel’s got sometimes. Almost, because nobody could really beat his brother at the sad eyes. “It would be freedom in a way.”
No, no one did get quite as sad as Castiel. But Lucifer wasn't the one who had to deal with a pouty angel of Thursday, and so was more concerned with Samandriel's feelings. "Maybe," he said, holding a hand out to the younger man. "But not as much as you'd think. Forty six days and you'll have a different kind of freedom."
Samandriel took Lucifer’s hand and went and sat on his lap, cuddling close. “Tell me at least you got a decent price. Some people overcharge disgustingly for angels in underaged vessels.”
Lucifer snorted, burying his nose in Samandriel's hair. "Don't be offended, but I managed to spin it into a scholarship donation in the paperwork. I'll actually get a very hefty tax write off come the new year."
Samandriel groaned softly. “I’m still not going to college yet,” he said, but as long as Lucifer was okay with it, Samandriel decided he’d work to let it go. He pulled back to look at his boyfriend. “Communication’s a two way street, you know that right? I want to know even if you think it’s going to hurt me.”
"I never said you had to," Lucifer agreed, mildly. "It's just how the paperwork ended up, that's all."
He paused then, considering, clearly thinking out his next words with some care. "You weren't yourself when I made that deal," he said. "And then you were dead. I'll admit it wasn't the foremost thing on my mind when you came back. And then I nearly forgot about it until -- well." Until their text conversation.
Samandriel nodded and kissed Lucifer, the clearest sign of forgiveness and understanding he could offer. “Dr. Lecter’s set up a weekly appointment for me. I didn’t think you’d mind the idea of me getting professional help again even if I am understandably concerned that he might try to blackmail me.”
"Why would he try blackmailing you?" Lucifer frowned at that, eyebrows dipping down in clear confusion. He was actually pleased to hear that they'd gone back to their sessions - it was a difficult thing to find a professional that could deal with the dreams and what came with them in Orange County.
“Because I put his daughter slash girlfriend in the hospital,” Samandriel pointed out dryly.
"He doesn't hold any grudge or anger over that," Lucifer said, equally dry. "He's well aware that wasn't you."
“Human beings aren’t rational creatures all the time,” Samandriel pointed out, “and in most cases, most of the time they’re not.” He settled against Lucifer again comfortably. “Sometimes I think we spend too much time in this chair.”
"We're all occasionally lacking proper rationality. Don't think you get excluded from that, either." Angel or not, no one was perfect.
"And that isn't the case. Most of the time we don't stay in the chair."
“No, but we do seem to spend a good amount of time in the chair before we leave it,” Samandriel pointed out. He stole a slightly playful kiss. “I hope you know I like you just as much without the glasses.”
Lucifer was under the impression that Samandriel mostly just liked making sure he never got any work done. He crinkled his nose a little and put the glasses back on anyway. "I was being slightly petulant," he admitted.
Samandriel reached to take the glasses off and set them back down on the desk again. “I know,” he said. He touched his boyfriend’s cheek, holding his gaze while he gently mapped the contours of his face and neck. “I don’t think you know how beautiful you actually are.”
"No," Lucifer agreed, a bit touched at the gesture even if he wasn't going to say so (even he had limits to romance and sappiness). "But I think if I fish for compliments enough, you'll tell me."
“I don’t think I need to,” Samandriel replied, thumb tracing the arch of Lucifer’s nose, the sharp line of his jaw. “I think all I need to do is look at you just like this.”
Lucifer smiled, a nearly crooked sort of thing, and then stole another little kiss. "Let's go out of town this weekend," he said, leaning closer. "Somewhere secluded."
“Mmm, I’d have to make sure that my boss will let me have the time off,” he murmured, pressing their foreheads together. “But if he does, we have the whole world at our fingertips. Where would you like?”
"I'll talk to him. Maybe I can persuade him." Lucifer pressed his nose against Samandriel's, closed his eyes because there was nothing attractive about being cross eyed. "Hmm. Somewhere brisk. With a fireplace."
“Canada?” Samandriel offered. “Way up in the northern provinces. I’m sure I can find a place where no one will bother us.”
"Yes," the older man clearly approved, nearly nodding against the press of their faces together. "Canada. A little cabin with heating, a fireplace, and a bathtub worth our time." Hey, he had standards.
“Is there a reason you’re getting all romantic on me?” Samandriel asked, bending to kiss under Lucifer’s jaw. What? He’d developed a bigger thing for suits than he had for glasses and Lucifer just so happened to be in the former nearly constantly.
"Is wanting a short vacation really your idea of romantic?" Lucifer seemed endlessly amused by that.
“If we’re running away from the world for a weekend, yes, I think it’s romantic.” Samandriel leaned in and spoke against Lucifer’s ear, “will you come downstairs with me, sir?” he asked, feeling nervous just for asking since he knew what they both associated downstairs with, but he needed them to get over it. He needed to use the things they bought and replace the dark parts of things with positive memories. “Please?”
The request wasn't really unexpected, not really. There was something about this chair that just called for work to never be finished. Office chair? More like seduction chair.
"Couples do romantic things sometimes," Lucifer pointed out, like Samandriel wasn't the one to ask about marriage on a daily basis. "Is that what you'd like?" He nodded. "Go downstairs. Pick what you'd like to use." It was still strange going down there, but it only made sense to get over it.
“Yes sir,” Samandriel said, getting out of Lucifer’s lap under his own power and not being lazy with his wings. He knew how much Lucifer liked watching him walk. He paused and looked over his shoulder at the door. “I’m not complaining, by the way. I like it when you get all romantic on me.” He smiled brightly and disappeared into the hall and all the way down to the basement.
While he was down there, he got out several weights of rope, a blindfold (but not a gag, Samandriel discovered already that he didn’t like gags of any size,) a few variants of butt plug for Lucifer to choose from, and floggers that gradually increased in the potential they held for pain, long leather lashes that Samandriel wanted desperately to feel biting into his skin.
Once he’d gotten everything out and organized, he knelt, still fully clothed and waited for Lucifer.
It wasn't much longer until Lucifer appeared -- it wasn't always all about presentation but his Oxford shirt was open, his slacks professional and black as ever and he'd opted to keep his glasses on. Samandriel did, after all, like them. Nevermind the fact that okay, yes, maybe he did see a little better with them on.
He glanced at the younger man, something between bemused and enticed at the offering set out and his boy knelt prettily on the floor. "Undress," he murmured, looking over the ropes and things as he spoke.
“Yes, sir,” Samandriel said, rising to take care of his clothes as unhurriedly as possible, taking the time to fold them as he set them on a nearby chair. No need to rush things and Lucifer was very clearly of a mind to make him wait as long as possible. When he finished, Samandriel knelt again, looking hopefully up at the other man.
"Perfect," Lucifer murmured, approval warming his tone from its usual ice. He met Samandriel's gaze and offered a little smile, just a tilt at the side of his mouth but it was enough. "Hands behind your back, grip your arms."
Samandriel crossed his arms behind his back, gripping them loosely at each forearm. That tone from Lucifer warmed him far more than anything else possibly could. This was the approval he wanted. That moment when he knew he was as pleasing as possible to his boyfriend. “Thank you, sir.”
"You're welcome, Samandriel," Lucifer was never against being thanked, even if he hadn't really done anything yet. He knew that wasn't really the point. He moved to crouch behind Samandriel, lips brushing against his ear in a faint kiss before moving to work with the ropes. Simple, yet almost decorative knots circling both wrists and then binding them together.
It was a show, of course. Samandriel was an angel and could be free of any binding like this with less than a thought. That made it more appealing though. Given, chosen and willing submission. There was little more attractive than that.
Samandriel closed his eyes lightly when Lucifer kissed him just there, settling into the feeling of being bound easily with that comforting, steady presence behind him. The last time he’d been tied, it was during a very strange encounter with the Winchester Addition, and the last time he’d been bound in this room… Samandriel was very keen to banish those memories from his mind, to replace them with this feeling.
“I’m glad you kept your glasses on, sir,” he said softly, wanting to speak while he still had permission. It tended to have the added benefit of Lucifer responding and Lucifer’s voice did absolutely obscene things to him.
"Yes, well," Lucifer said -- and it was clear that even he still sometimes got flustered over the little things. He really didn't get Samandriel's obsession with his glasses, but he was happy to cater to it. "You never know when some reading might come along.”
He checked the bindings, seemed pleased enough with them and so pulled on them a little until he was leading Samandriel forward until the boy had his forehead to the ground while still on his knees. "All these things you picked out for me," he said, nearly teasingly, "It looks like you had something in mind."
“Yes, Lucifer,” Samandriel said, wishing just a little that he was at an angle where he could better brace with his shoulders instead, but it hardly mattered. There was no mattress shifting under him. He’d be able to hold his balance more easily.
“I wanted to be sure you had some variety when you made me sing for you. Perhaps you might get different notes with different instruments.”
Being forced to concentrate on holding a position and take what was being given were things that Lucifer thought went very well hand in hand, and he wasn't planning on offering anything kinder at the moment in terms of positioning. Nor did he really think Samandriel might have wanted him to.
"Music parallels?" he asked, clearly bemused, even as he ran a hand in a nearly gentle pet over Samandriel's ass as he browsed his selection of plugs. "Why am I unsurprised?"
Samandriel smiled, though at that angle, Lucifer couldn’t really see it. It showed in his voice, though. “Because it’s me, and it’s you and music is your domain and when I play for you, nothing ever feels like it could go wrong again.” Nothing touched him when he played for Lucifer. Nothing else in the world existed.
Lucifer knew that. Of course he did. Why he hadn't thought of it in times of higher stress between the two of them was beyond him, actually. He filed the information away, considered kicking himself for it and shook his head, mildly amused.
"And what noises," he started, finding a little bottle of lube and slicking up a moderately sized plug, "do you think you'll make?" He didn't give much of a warning at all before he was pressing the item into his boyfriend.
Samandriel moaned lowly, back arching to receive what his boyfriend was giving him, to paint a far more pleasing picture. “Whatever noises you want me to make,” Samandriel said breathily. “I’m sure I’ll be able to tell.”
Of the opinion that Samandriel didn't really have to work to paint a pleasing picture (he was, after all, imagination), Lucifer only smiled slightly, pushing the plug all the way in and then giving it a teasing little spank. "I'm sure," he agreed, demure as ever.
Samandriel licked his lips, shifting his hips and knees to try to get more out of the plug than he was getting. Just because he wanted to be Good for Lucifer didn’t always mean he had to Behave.
Of course it didn't. But if Lucifer wanted him to, then he would behave. Right now, Lucifer definitely wanted him to. "Stop squirming," he said, running short, well manicured nails down Samandriel's spine. Barely a feather touch. "You get what I give, little one."
Samandriel shivered, a quiet little moan following the too light press of those nails. “Yes, sir,” he practically whined, but obediently held still for him.
"Good. You want to feel it," he said, leaning back and looking at the selection of floggers, leather that could ostensibly leave sharp marks. "Are you looking for it to hurt today, Samandriel?"
“Yes, please, Lucifer,” Samandriel said, wanting desperately to raise his head and look at Lucifer, but no, that wasn’t allowed. His head was the only point of contact really keeping his balance on the floor.
Lucifer picked the thinnest of the options Samandriel had laid out -- knowing full well that it would also leave the sharpest marks. He also knew he'd have to hit hard in order to leave those marks -- that Samandriel was a full angel now wasn't exactly something he could forget.
"Can you chose to wait to heal?" He asked, curious.
“I don’t know,” Samandriel said honestly. “I’ll try, sir.” He was pretty sure he could, but he’d never had to do it before. He’d only ever been forced into not healing and that was something he very much didn’t want to think about.
This wouldn't be the same, by any standard. They both knew that. Lucifer only hmmed out a response before leaning back on his heels for better leverage and aiming a well placed swat against Samandriel's right ass cheek. Of course, symmetry would come later.
Samandriel yelped, thin bits of leather stinging sharply as they cut across his ass. He had to focus on keeping the pink there, and somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew just how much Lucifer loved making him focus. Now, it would be more obvious than ever if his mind slipped.
It would. There was a lot of focus going on here, what with the forced balancing and not healing. Which was working, apparently since Samandriel's skin went a bit pink already. "Perfect," he complimented warmly. "Perhaps you should count?"
“I don’t think I can, sir,” Samandriel said, having to fight to find the attention to spare to speak and keep everything else exactly how Lucifer wanted it. “It’s a lot of work to not heal.” He didn’t know just how to shut parts of himself off like that yet. He was learning, of course, but that only applied to not hearing things he didn’t want to hear and sometimes limiting his visual range as well.
The only response Samandriel got to that was another sharp swat. Lucifer wasn't really angry -- it was more than fine with the idea of Samandriel speaking out toward what his limits were. If he couldn't, he couldn't. That was just how it went.
So if the swat landed hard against that plug? Well, that was just because Lucifer was sort of an asshole for other reasons, he supposed.
“Two!” was Samandriel’s response to that, shouted and half broken as he fought to keep everything already on his list accounted for. His ass stayed pink. His body trembling with the effort of it all, eyes squeezed shut. He had to let his wings out. There was no choice left to him. Keeping his wings in was just one more thing on the list and that particular one was something Lucifer hadn’t even told him to do.
"I thought you couldn't count," Lucifer said, actually feeling a bit bad for just how hard Samandriel was concentrating. He shook with it, it was so obvious.
But it was a good a reason as any to play with those now appeared feathers -- digging his fingers into the spots he knew to be most sensitive.
Samandriel’s fingers curled behind his back, clenching into fists while he worked even harder to maintain his balance. Those fingers in his feathers felt far far too good. “Trying,” he bit out, sounding for all the world like he was actually holding up the sky and couldn’t bear the weight of it for much longer. “Thought you wanted me to.” He had, after all, never told Samandriel he didn’t have to.
"I did," Lucifer said, tone soothing and fingers still stroking through feathers and brushing against the skin of Samandriel's back even as he swatted again, harder, at the reddening curve of his ass. "You're right."
It was no surprise that that straining effort in Samandriel's tone was exactly the sort of thing that Lucifer got off on. Everything that built up to it (and the begging that would likely come later) was just stepping blocks.
“Three,” Samandriel said, soft and strained. His ass bloomed pink under Lucifer’s handiwork, each strike more painful than the last and somehow more pleasurable too. His wings flexed, trying to relax just a little to accept the comfort he was being offered, but he didn’t have the spare energy needed to be allowed that. Tears welled up in his eyes. Samandriel loved every moment of it.
Trusting that he would absolutely hear about it if it was too much, Lucifer didn't doubt Samandriel liked it. "Good," he murmured, meaning it in several different ways.
But he made nothing easy -- offering harder, sharper strokes in multiples, the leather biting into his angel's skin enough to leave a proper welt or three. "Perfect."
And with each strike, like a good little angel, Samandriel counted. He couldn’t hide his hurt and didn’t think Lucifer would want him to. Tears filtered in through the cracks in his voice, the slight stuffiness of his nose. “Thank you, Lucifer,” he said, breathing hard to keep his focus. “May I look at you now, please sir?”
Leaning back a little on his heels, Lucifer removed his fingers from Sam's wings, petted softly against the marks he'd left and then nodded. A little useless, considering they weren't facing each other to see. "Of course," he said, filling the silence left between each little sniffle coming from the angel.
Samandriel shifted, using his wings to help bring him back up to kneeling and oh fuck did he regret that. The plug pressed differently in him and his raw ass found the backs of his calves. A whine of pain and desire was all he could come up with before he managed, “thank you, sir.” He looked at him, face tear streaked and still in some amount of pain (most of which was now heavily due to his straining, ignored cock. “May I heal?”
"No." Lucifer cupped Samandriel's cheek in his palm, leaned forward to kiss him -- soft and loving. "Not yet. We aren't done." Pointedly, he looked into Samandriel's lap. "Shall we deal with that?" he murmured in ask, running lazily fingers across the angel's thigh.
Samandriel whimpered quietly as Lucifer pulled away, not yet wanting to give up the pleasure of the other man’s lips. “You first, sir,” he whispered, hating himself for saying it just a little bit. “You do like it when I’m made to wait.”
Well, that was true. Lucifer arched an eyebrow, perfect and something beyond amused. "You're right," he said, allowing it because -- well. If Samandriel was going to be kind enough to suggest such a thing, it was only proper to take him up on it.
The older man stood, undid the button and zip of his slacks, before pushing them off completely. Unlike Samandriel's neat little pile, he let his clothes wrinkle on the floor. "Let's test your balance a little more then, shall we?"
Samandriel licked his lips, tilting his head up eagerly to receive his boyfriend. “Yes, please, Lucifer.” He wanted that cock in his mouth far sooner than he was getting it.
It wasn't that long a wait, since Lucifer less offered and more awarded, settling a hand easily on the top of Samandriel's head -- the touch was light though, not really helping with balance or holding on.
The young angel’s lips parted, eyes closing while he focused on this much easier task of balance. His wings would be far more helpful here. Eagerly was a slight understatement for the way that he took Lucifer’s cock in, and the groan that wrapped around him, half muffled in his throat, was nothing less than debauched.
Which was particularly perfect, really. Lucifer sighed out his approval, murmured encouraging words that mattered less in content and more in tone and tilted his hips forward, a little promise of what was to come once they really got into it.
Anyone else might’ve had difficulty in this position, arms bound still behind his back, but this, oh this was so much easier than maintaining his balance on his forehead. His wings worked to keep him moving forward, allowed him to be as enthusiastic without his hands as he would have been with. The only hardship was that every time he pushed back a little too far, his ass hit his legs again and he found himself whimpering in pain around Lucifer’s cock.
That skin on burning skin contact was exactly what Lucifer had planned, and the little noises that Samandriel made over it were -- well. Exactly what he'd promised in the first place, weren't they? "I think you could be more vocal," he murmured, tone low, and appreciative, fingers tightening in the angel's hair even as he dipped his hips forward with the enthusiastic rhythm that had been found.
Samandriel cried out a little louder around Lucifer at the sudden actual grip in his hair as opposed to the barely there thing his boyfriend had before. He sucked harder, making every obscene sound he could manage. Fuck, but this was amazing and Samandriel was pretty sure the only thing that could make it better was if there were two Lucifer’s so one could fuck him at the same time.
Lucifer was good, but he wasn't that good (though with enough warning, he could very likely set up something similar, but that was neither here nor there currently).
"Beautiful," he said, absolutely no shame in his tone or in his movements as he fucked at Samandriel's mouth (god, those noises) -- pulled away, waited some short length of time and then started all over again. It was a process. Sometimes it was nice to just last. Anyway, he had plans.
"I'm going to fuck you, little angel. Would you like that?"
“Please!” Samandriel said, surprised by his own desperation when the word came out, well aware that it was writ all over his face anyway. He looked up at Lucifer, cheeks as flush as his rear still was. “Please, sir,” he managed again, steadier this time.
He couldn't help laughing over that. It was just so endearing and adorable, and those things shouldn't have fit with the scene at hand -- Samandriel's mouth all pink and wet, hair at odds with gravity and pink and red in spots that were naturally pale.
"Good boy," he said, teasing and bending down to kiss Samandriel. "Tied or untied?"
“Tied, please, Lucifer,” Samandriel said, lips chasing a little after the other man’s. He didn’t want that kiss to end no matter that what he was going to get at the end of it was far, far better.
Approving of that decision, Lucifer pulled Samandriel up to standing only to lead him over to the couch across the room. "Bend over," he murmured, into the angel's ear, gesturing to the arm of the couch. Not exactly extra comfort, but definitely better than forehead balancing.
Samandriel bent over the couch without any angelic grace whatsoever. His shoulders hit the cushions and he gave not one single fuck about the way his falling looked. He spread his legs, eager and positively aching for the plug to be replaced with something better.
He didn't have to wait long. Lucifer removed the plug without any warning, a quick motion. While he liked Samandriel graceful, he also very much enjoyed him too keyed up to care about being -- it was hard to resist him when he was practically gagging for it.
He ran his palms over the red of Samandriel's ass, and lined himself up, teasing the younger man's entrance before pushing in.
The noise of approval Samandriel made was loud enough to have been heard from all the way up in their bedroom. Not that there was anyone there to hear, of course, but that didn’t matter. “Fuck,” he gasped, shifting his weight on his feet to better hold himself steady. “Thank you, sir.”
"For what?" Lucifer asked, amused, even as he pulled Samandriel's hips forward a little more, burying himself and effectively allowing him to be able to reach around and wrap his fingers around his boyfriend's long-ignored cock.
Another loud, low groan took away Samandriel’s ability to make proper words for a time again. “For fucking me, Lucifer.” He thrust back against him as best he could, lacking any proper way to actually get leverage to do it right. Even his wings weren’t going to be much use in this situation, he was bent too far forward.
This time, Lucifer didn't bother responding, only thrust his hips forward sharp and rough and then found a proper pacing with it. It'd be a proper fucking -- something Samandriel might thank him for later, but hopefully not anymore during. Getting him beyond speech was always a goal, really.
It didn’t take much to get Samandriel beyond speech. A few pointed thrusts and he was a verbal mess, practically crying his approval. He knew he was close, that there wasn’t much he could do to hold back any longer, but he had absolutely no brain power left to say so. His only option was to get louder and more desperate and hope that Lucifer noticed.
He noticed. And ignored it for a few moments more, until he was nearly undone himself. It didn't take long, and he hadn't expected it to -- not with how well Samandriel had used his mouth for things other than just making noise earlier.
"Come," he gasped it out more than he said it, permission even as he braced his free hand on the bruises of Samandriel's ass.
For as fond as Lucifer was of choice, Samandriel didn’t really have much of one at that point. He came, and came hard, making a mess all over his boyfriend’s hand and the couch in front of him, clenching tightly around the cock still thrusting in and out of him. When he finished, the young angel felt absolutely boneless, smiling drunkenly against the couch cushions.
Lucifer took not long at all to follow -- hissing rather than shouting and leaning forward to rest against Samandriel -- all tied wrists and wings, Lucifer's forehead sweaty and glasses slipping off the tip of his nose pressed against the small of his back.
"Well," he said, almost absently after a long moment to just breathing. He sounded terribly smug.
Coming broke all of Samandriel’s hard fought focus. The marks on his skin healed and he let out a small, content hum, smiling to himself. “Thank you, sir,” he said, tingly and content all over. “May I touch you now?”
Agreeably, Lucifer undid the ties and ropes at Samandriel's wrists until he was free to move around again. "Completely healed?" Interesting. He petted his hand over the spot where marks had been moments before.
“Yes,” the young angel said, turning around to run his hands up Lucifer’s chest to kiss him slowly. “You could have broken skin or removed organs and I’d still be fine.” There was only one blade that could actually do him harm, and fortunately it only existed locked deep in the false bottom of Dean’s car.
"I don't think I'm really the organ removal sort of boyfriend," Lucifer said, oddly bemused over the comment. More that than disturbed, anyway. But really, it was an odd comment, wasn't it? "I hope that's not a disappointment."
“Dear god no,” Samandriel said, wrinkling his nose. “But...if you were the knife play kind of boyfriend, I could appreciate that.” He kissed along Lucifer’s neck, touching where he could. Honestly, he was just glad to be able to move and touch and enjoy the other man properly now or at least for as long as Lucifer allowed it.
"We can try it some time," Lucifer said, dropping a kiss onto Samandriel's forehead. He didn't know if he was that kind of boyfriend, he'd never done it before. But if it interested Sam, it wouldn't hurt. Not like they could make any lasting mistakes.
"Let's have a shower."
“Do we have to walk?” Samandriel asked, wanting to stay close and in as much contact with Lucifer as possible. This was what the internet meant, he realized, when he read about shifting out of subspace and needing that closeness.
"No." Lucifer knew that too, got it. Which was why they'd spend the rest of the day chatting about anything and everything, with Samandriel being subjected to that cinnamon tea that Lucifer liked so much, and possibly cable television. "We can do things your way."
With a thought, the two of them were in the master bath, the water already on and heating for them by the time they materialized. “Thank you,” he murmured, stealing another kiss. All things considered, it’d been a very good day.