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Angel was lying on his stomach on his bed, feet swinging in the air, focused on skipping between texting Cherri and scrolling aimlessly through social media. He had already changed into a matching set of shorts and something that could barely count as a crop top. His thigh high socks were matching the pink swirls on the set. There was never an excuse to not be color-coordinated.
There was a soft knock on his door. “Angel?”
Lucifer. It wasn’t unusual for him to come by but this late at night, it usually meant that he was having a hard time.
“Come in!”
Lucifer shuffled into the room. He was without his usual hat and suit jacket. He looked so small, it made something in Angel’s heart ache. He knew that defeated expression. He was familiar with the self-loathing and anxiety that sometimes took over.
He patted the bed next to him. “Oh, come here.”
“Can I?” Lucifer ran his hand across his sleeve, smoothing wrinkles that weren't there, faking a small laugh. “I’m probably being too much, am I not?”
“Never.” Angel assured. He turned so he was on his side and made little grabby hands at Lucifer. “I like takin’ care of ya.”
Lucifer couldn’t hold back a genuine smile while he crawled into bed so they could face each other. His hand was immediately back to fumbling with the hem of his sleeve, eyes fixed on it. Angel softly placed one of his hands on top, using another to lift Lucifer’s head up so their eyes met.
“What do you need, Lucifer?” He dragged his name out in the way Angel knew always got him a little shiver in response.
Lucifer let out a nervous laugh. “I’ll be good.”
Angel raised an eyebrow. He knew what Lucifer was hinting at but he needed a clear confirmation. Their agreed upon phrasing that made sure there was a clean line between hanging out and power exchange.
Lucifer took a deep breath while a blush spread across his cheeks. “I need to be your good boy.”
A switch flipped in Angel’s mind.
“You’ll be really good for me, right?” Angel teased in low voice.
Lucifer’s eyes turned soft. There was a sparkle that surely hadn’t been there a couple of minutes ago. He nodded enthusiastically. Angel pulled him in and placed a kiss on Lucifer’s forehead.
He ran a hand along Lucifer’s back. “You want your comfy clothes?”
Another excited nod. He usually wasn’t the most talkative in this state. The first couple of times that had been a little concerning for Angel, he had known Lucifer as someone who barely kept quiet. By now, Angel understood that it was a sign that Lucifer was truly relaxing and calming down. It was a sign of trust, that he didn’t need to keep his overly bubbly and confident persona up. They took their masks off around each other.
He gave Lucifer’s hip a light slap. “Get up, doll.”
Angel enjoyed the way he towered over Lucifer, when they were standing. He adored the way those big round eyes looked up at him. Eagerly waiting for anything he had to offer. For a while, when they were doing this, Angel wasn’t on a chain and Lucifer wasn’t the king of hell.
He bent at the waist, moving their faces closer and closer together. Until Lucifer’s eyes fell shut in anticipation, missing how Angel's lips turned into a mischievous grin.
“Strip”, he commanded, moving towards the closet. Angel kept a set of soft, fuzzy clothes for Lucifer for times like this. Light blue, a single embroidered rubber duck on the chest.
Angel heard a disappointed, and he assumed a little humiliated, sigh. Lucifer hadn't gotten a proper kiss and Angel considered having him beg for it.
Lucifer got to work, unbuttoning and then stripping off piece after piece to drop on the floor. He eventually stood in a pile of his own clothes waiting for Angel, who was making a show out of having to search for the clothes in question.
He finally sauntered over with a soft grin, clothes in hand. “Arms up, baby!”
Lucifer followed the order immediately so Angel could pull the shirt over his head.
His reward was Angel’s voice close to his ear. “You’re bein’ so obedient today.”
He helped him into the pants without having to leave his ear for too long.
“There’s really no thought in that pretty little head of yours.” He mocked but followed it up with an adoring kiss to Lucifer’s temple. “Good thing you’re mine. I'll do all the hard thinking for you.”
Two of his hands were keeping Lucifer in place by his hips, the other two running soothing strokes across his back. Lucifer threw his arms around Angel's exposed waist and pulled himself flush against him.
“Oh I know, baby”, Angel cooed. “It's hard to always be big and strong, hm? You’re doing so well and now you’re getting all the attention you need, I promise.”
Lucifer was nuzzling his face into the soft fur of Angel’s chest. One of Angel's hands was stroking through his blond hair, keeping him softly in place. Lucifer couldn’t move and Angel knew this was the way he liked it. He was being kept safe and away from anything else. There wasn’t anything but Angel to think about.
In turn, Angel liked the control. The mightiest being in hell was entirely his like this. Leaning against his every touch. It gave him space to breathe. An escape, where he owned himself. He was in charge and it gave him the power to do things they both craved. They loved the role reversal.
“Come on, let’s get you more comfortable.” He tried to take a step back but Lucifer was still holding him. “Let go for a second.”
The commands were soft but firm enough that they never left any openings. And Lucifer followed. Angel sat down on the bed, propped up against the headrest and patted his lap. Lucifer immediately climbed on top, straddling him.
“You’re such a good boy. You listen so well.”
There was a proud little giggle as a response. Lucifer’s forehead was leaning against Angel's collarbone. Angel just held him close silently for a while. Eventually Lucifer seemed to be getting restless. He was squirming around a little. He leaned back so he could catch Angel’s gaze.
“Angel, can I ask for something?”
“What do you want, puppy?” It was Angel’s favorite nickname for him.
One that was solely for this kind of thing. Because that was what Lucifer turned into in his eyes. Needy, endlessly cute, begging for love and attention.
“Can I have a kiss?” He was avoiding eye contact, making himself small.
Angel cupped Lucifer’s face, forcing him to look up. “Of course.”
He pulled him in and at the last moment pressed his lips to his forehead. “Like that?”
Lucifer made a dissatisfied noise. “That's not what I meant.”
He kissed Lucifer’s cheek this time. Lucifer wiggled in protest. The other cheek next. Another disappointed huff.
“Angel”, he was dragging the name in a whine.
Angel couldn’t help laughing a little at the furrowed brows. He ran a gentle thumb along Lucifer’s jaw. Letting him beg with his eyes just a little longer before finally giving in and pressing their lips together. Lucifer sighed into the kiss, opening his mouth for Angel.
Their tongues moved against each other. A pair of Angel’s hands were tightly gripping Lucifer’s waist. The lower pair rubbing gently up and down his thighs. Everything about it was soft and warm and fuzzy. It drew a deep satisfied hum out of Lucifer.
Angel broke the kiss to whisper some more praise. “Oh you like that, don’t you, handsome? You sound so nice for me.”
Lucifer’s entire face was flushed, his eyes dazed and slightly unfocused. “I really like it.”
It caused another gentle laugh from Angel. Lucifer was so cute, so out of his mind. They both felt fantastic. Content and safe. This time Lucifer initiated the kiss. He wasn’t exactly supposed to but Angel decided to let it slide.
The kiss lasted longer this time. Slow and gentle. It wasn’t meant to lead anywhere else. Just kissing because they liked the way it felt. It spread a soft warmth in Angel’s chest. Not the burning fire that made him crave something more sexual in nature. It was just a happy, cozy feeling.
Once the kiss broke, Lucifer let himself fall back against Angel’s chest. Humming happily while Angel squeezed him tight.
A quiet grunt and the sound of tiny hooves, made them loosen their grip on each other to look over towards Fat Nuggets who had just woken up from a nap to waddle over to the bed. The pig was wagging his tiny tail to demand attention.
“Can I pick him up?” Lucifer was grinning.
Angel nodded, letting go so Lucifer could get up from his lap. He kept hearing a mix of small giggles and happy oinks until Lucifer was settling down between his legs, leaning his back against Angel’s fluffy chest. He wrapped two arms around him, resting his cheek against the soft blond hair. He was just basking in the happiness of his company.
“Are you staying the night, puppy?”
Lucifer tensed up. “Can I really? I get it if it's too much. You’re already taking...”
“Stop.” Angel pressed a kiss to Lucifer’s neck, causing him to jump and stop talking.
“Pretty boys like you don’t get to worry”, his tone was sugary sweet. “So puppy, do you want to sleep here or go back to your room?”
“Sleep here.”