A Room Facing the Harbor, The Inn at Henderson's Wharf, Tuesday Morning

[my_own_advocate]

When Lucifer had thought to himself that he'd probably spend the week in bed, this past Sunday, waking up pollen-free in a quaint harborside hotel in Baltimore with Duke while Octavia did Father knows what in the woods was not really what he'd had in mind. But, well. Frankly he was a bit proud of himself for not going with his gut instincts and doing the right thing.

At least, it felt like the right thing. There was a bit of that right-thing rush.

Or perhaps it was just the smell of the ocean again. Salt and fish. Sigh.

He sat up gingerly in the bed, briefly disoriented. Partly because of the room. Partly because he was actually wearing underwear in bed. He rubbed his forehead. "Mrfh."

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[my_own_advocate]

"Seems like a plan," Lucifer said, flopping back onto the bed and stretching a bit more.

Look, he didn't need sex pollen to be struck by the urge to shove Duke into the mattress, but he was doing his utmost best to let Duke take the lead this week.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke didn't typically need sex pollen either. It was part of what made the whole thing feel vaguely insulting, on top of everything else.

"Awesome," he said, and picked his head up to steal another kiss. This one much more thorough than it was gentle.

[my_own_advocate]

Oh, hello.

Lucifer hummed something pleased into the kiss, hooking an arm over Duke's shoulders as he returned it.

He didn't deepen it, but he did pull the man further into his arms. Just because.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke had no complaints about that. He pressed in tighter, himself, rolling a little so he could drape an arm and a leg over Lucifer as well.

"Good to know you're not going to spend all week handling me like glass," he teased, once he came up for air.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer snorted softly, brushing Duke's hair aside so he could get a good look at the man's (pretty brown eyes) face. "I'm hardly doing that," he said. "Merely ceding the floor to your particular desires."

[betterthanaplan]

"You saying I'm in charge this week?" Duke asked, eyes drifting over Lucifer's gorgeous face in return. "I don't know, that kind of power might go to my head."

[my_own_advocate]

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Lucifer teased, running his hand up and down Duke's arm.