Lucifer's Mansion, Wednesday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer and Duke had decided that, all things considered, they would likely get better at avoiding massive emotional blowouts if they-- just spent some more time together. Talked. Connected.

You know. Had dates.

And so Lucifer had packed up shortly before Octavia left for the club, bringing with him all the ingredients necessary for an excellent penne arrabbiata with fresh parmesan. He was in the kitchen now, cooking.

Almost done.

Just waiting for Duke.

[[ for that guy ]]

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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled softly, pausing for a moment to let Duke's kiss fall to the appropriate cheek. "Octavia and I have always found date nights to be a great boon to our creativity."

[betterthanaplan]

“I’ve been missing out. I should check to see if she and I should set up a regular night too.”

[my_own_advocate]

"You know you're always welcome to use the house," Lucifer said, as he set his own dishes aside.

[betterthanaplan]

“Thank you,” Duke said. “I mean, yeah, I knew that but it’s nice to hear it so I can know it.”

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer reached out to touch his arm. Firm, but full of affection.

"Your home is my home," he said. "But mine is yours as well."

[betterthanaplan]

“Gonna start taking you up on that.”

Promised, promises, boy.

[my_own_advocate]

"You should have started years ago," Lucifer said fondly.

[betterthanaplan]

“That’s — yeah. Really don’t have a good reason why I didn’t.”

Because part of his brain would forever insist he wasn’t welcome in other people’s spaces. That was why.

But hey, like he said, no good reason.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hand slid to Duke's back, and pulled him into him.

"Love," he said, "Should I keep telling you that you're welcome here?"

[betterthanaplan]

Duke let out a long, soft sigh. “Honestly. . . . It might not hurt.”

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer kissed him. Gently.

"This is your home, if you want it," he murmured. "Any time you want it."

[betterthanaplan]

“You’re my home,” Duke said softly.

Oh, that was kinda sappy.

“Thank you.”

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled. He hugged Duke tighter.

"Truthfully," he murmured, "I wish both you and Octavia used the house more."

[betterthanaplan]

“Well. Now I know you want us to.” Duke leaned in and hooked his chin over Lucifer’s shoulder. “I’ll definitely work on that.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer said softly. "It would mean a great deal to me if you did."

[betterthanaplan]

“You gotta tell us these things, babe,” Duke said gently. “Far as I know, there’s no mind-reading trouble.”

[my_own_advocate]

"I thought I did," Lucifer admitted. "I didn't realize it hadn't landed."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke winced faintly. “Well. I know I seem like a genius, but I can be a little dense. Reminders are useful.”

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer kissed him again. "Then consider yourself reminded," he said softly. "Octavia already claimed one of these rooms for her own uses. There are plenty others, if you have need of them."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke cupped Lucifer’s jaw to return the kiss. “I’ll explore later. Right now, let’s see the sex rack.”

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "Let's," he said, his hand sliding down to Duke's. "She found real craftsmen for it."

And with that, he tugged Duke to the stairs.

[betterthanaplan]

“Well. I mean I can’t picture her buying it prefab or something,” Duke noted, happily letting Lucifer lead the way. “When she goes for something, she knows to make sure it’s exactly what she needs.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Apparently the bench was the only thing she needed to get fully custom sized, to be fair," Lucifer said, as they headed up the stairs. "But the fact alone that she found it, had it made, and slipped it into the house without my realizing it..."

[betterthanaplan]

“Oh damn.” Duke blinked a few times. “Yeah, that is definitely a good trick.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Indeed."

And then they were on the landing, and Lucifer was opening the door to reveal--

A room with some storage for various toys, yes. But more importantly, a room with a large frame at the center of it, around seven foot tall, made of durable wood and metal - like a solid doorway with metal rings set inside the frame.

A bench sat not too far away, clearly built to boost one relatively small woman's length to such a degree that she could match her tall partners.