Duke hadn't known what to expect, jumping into all that. But it wasn't this.

(He hadn't dared to expect this. Or even hope for it.)

There was maybe a moment's pause, of just receiving, before he dove into kissing Lucifer back. Putting everything he still didn't know how to say into gripping Lucifer's hips, into gently sucking on Lucifer's lower lip.

Lucifer could love, Duke was certain of that. And Lucifer was loved, quite thoroughly, in return.