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]

"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.