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]

"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.

[betterthanaplan]

“Oh.”

Duke was just going to stand here and look for a long moment. Picturing Octavia on that bench. Lucifer in the frame.

Lucifer maneuvering Duke in that frame.

“Oh, that’s nice.”

[my_own_advocate]

"I was impressed," Lucifer agreed, smirking a touch. "Among other things later that night."

[betterthanaplan]

A somewhat evil grin spread over Duke’s face.

“I can imagine.”

In startling detail!

[my_own_advocate]

"She's very creative," Lucifer said, with filthy fondness.

And then he tugged Duke in towards him for a kiss.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke went where he was tugged, melting into Lucifer's grip and the kiss.

"One of her many stunning qualities," he agreed. He glanced at the room again, tilting his head. "I'm going to have to ask her about it sometime."

[my_own_advocate]

"You should," Lucifer said, smiling. A little filthy, a lot fond. "Perhaps we can all use it together, sometime soon."

But then he found himself tugging Duke back to the landing.

[betterthanaplan]

And Duke, as was the theme of the evening, let himself be tugged.

"Yeah. She and I talked about that, a little while back. How to get around the way I, uh. Flinched. The last time she and I played like that." He looked back towards the room for one more moment. "I definitely think I can work on getting over myself on that front."

It was all giving him so many ideas that were much too exciting to ignore.

(He hadn't had ideas like this in such a long, long time.)

[my_own_advocate]

Of course he hadn't. There had always been something new and terrible, just around the corner.

"Well, if you'd like a trial run with someone a few inches taller," Lucifer teased, taking a moment to land a bitey kiss against Duke's bottom lip before he resumed his tugging. Towards the upwards stairs. "That's not the only room where I keep restraints."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke had to laugh at that as they started up the stairs. At the playful biting, the tugging, and what Lucifer had said.

"Of course it isn't. You're very good at anticipating what we're going to need."

[my_own_advocate]

"And I'll have you know my headboard can certainly take some punishment," Lucifer teased, as they hit the top floor landing. "If you're at all inclined to put it to the test."

[betterthanaplan]

"I have no doubts at all." Which didn't at all mean he wouldn't happily test it, no. "Or letting you, uh, use me to test it, if you want."

[my_own_advocate]

"I thought you'd never ask."

And then Duke would find himself shoved up against the wall next to the door to Lucifer's bedroom.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke barked out a laugh and let himself be pinned, his fingers dancing teasingly along Lucifer's waistband.

"I should have asked ages ago," he agreed.

[my_own_advocate]

"You should," Lucifer said fondly, sneaking his own hands underneath Duke's shirt. "Take my shirt off."

[betterthanaplan]

"I should absolutely take your shirt off," Duke agreed playfully. He tugged Lucifer's shirt free of his pants, letting his fingertips skim back around from his back so they could flick open the buttons, quick and gentle with long practice.

He preferred not to ruin Lucifer’s lovely clothes if he could help it.

"What should I do next?"

[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.