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 tilted his head. The playfulness bled from his own voice, leaving an easy-- firmness, warm, but not yielding.

"Strip."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke sucked in a soft breath at the tone change, but his smile didn't fade. (It went softer in its own right, instead.) "Yes sir."

He made short work of his pants, getting them open and down in just a few small movements. As usual, he'd skipped wearing any underwear.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked down, letting his expression smooth into something cooler. "Good," he said.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke shivered faintly, his lips parting unconsciously as his breath sped up. Something in him started to settle, something he wasn't yet brave enough to try and name.

He slipped out of his shirt with equal speed.

[my_own_advocate]

"You're quite pretty," Lucifer murmured, his eyes tracking up Duke's body. "But it could use some improvement."

His gaze found Duke's.

"Get inside," he said. "On the bed. On your back."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke held his gaze for a moment, then dropped it (submissive, yes, but also giving him a lovely view of Lucifer's collarbones exposed by his open shirt). "Yes sir."

He slipped past Lucifer into the room and stretched out on his back, on top of the covers. Breath catching faintly in anticipation as he waited for what he would be told to do next.

[my_own_advocate]

He would be left there for some time, as Lucifer moved around his space, rifling through a few cabinets. Finding some necessary supplies.

Including, finally, a beautiful length of hemp shibari rope.

He let his shirt fall to the sofa, and strode back to see Duke, rope in his hands.

[betterthanaplan]

The wait was fine. The wait let the anticipation build. Let Duke settle further into the idea of letting go.

His breath caught when he saw the rope. One of a few ways that Lucifer would be able to tell that he was definitely very into this.

[my_own_advocate]

"Gorgeous," Lucifer commented, and his eyes caught quite deliberately on the space between Duke's legs.

Then he slid onto the bed, straddling him, reaching for one of his wrists with a firm hand.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke let out a soft "ah" at the straddling, and let Lucifer have his hand. Eyes on where their hands connected, teeth pressing into his lower lip.

Giving that hand, the wrist, the elbow, to Lucifer. To do with as he pleased.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer wrapped the rope around that wrist, with sure, tight loops. He fastened the knot with clear, patient expertise. Then he pulled that arm up towards the headboard, stretching it just... a touch.

"Only the arms?" he asked.

It was likely the last time he'd ask anything.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke blinked a few times, not expecting the question, then nodded.

"We can work up to the rest."

He was already thinking that they'd be doing this again. Often, if he could help it.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded.

And with that, he worked the rope around the bedpost, careful to stretch Duke's arms only a touch, enough to remind him that the rope was there, but not to leave him too sore.

Then he took the other end of the rope, winding it teasingly and without tension along the stretch of Duke's arm, before nudging up Duke's chest far enough to loop it around there once, as well.

Just because they were keeping it simple didn't mean he couldn't play around with it.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke took a slow, deliberate breath, feeling the weight of the rope shift against his skin. Feeling that something he couldn’t name loosen a little further.

He let it out in a soft sigh and relaxed into the bonds. Handing himself as fully as he could into Lucifer’s capable hands.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's fingers slid soothingly up and down his chest for a moment. Letting the gentler touch settle in.

Then he took Duke's other wrist, wrapping it tightly, before tying it to the other bedpost.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke turned his head to watch, admiring the deft way Lucifer handled the ropes. (Handled him, when he let him.)

“Beautiful,” he said softly.

[my_own_advocate]

"You are," Lucifer said, just as soft.

He brushed a kiss to Duke's lips.

And reached past him, for one of the drawers of the nightstand.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke tried to chase that kiss, but couldn’t get far. So he settled back to watch again, biting his lip and waiting to see what Lucifer would think of next.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer produced-- a gag, holding it up for Duke to see.

"You did rather literally ask for it, darling," he said, a faint smirk playing across his lips.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke laughed. “I sure did.” He tugged gently at the bounds around his wrists, then relaxed again, mouth open a bit as he waited.

[my_own_advocate]

"If anything goes sideways, or you don't like what's happening, tap the side of the bed with one foot," Lucifer instructed, as he pressed the leather gag carefully into Duke's mouth. "Three times if you'd like to move on to something else. Five, if you'd like to stop."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke nodded, taking the gag and giving his foot a test tap.

Settling further into the bed. Further into his role for the night.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer fell silent again, lovingly tying that gag around Duke's head. Like everything, he made sure it was secure, but comfortable; that it strained only some.

"Now," he said, fingers brushing along Duke's cheek, before they stroked down, along his throat, a leisurely path all the way down his chest, and--

"You're mine for the evening."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke shivered, arching his back and closing his eyes at the touch. He hadn’t felt this relaxed and yet also excited in ages.

He was his. And it felt. . . .

Right.