"Oh?"
His eyes moved to look elsewhere, as if he could see anyways.
"Diovolo has been trying to get us alone together since I admitted I had feelings for you."
"Ah, that makes sens- you have feelings for me??!"
"Didn't I just say that?"
You blink, before being lifted up somewhat. You were off the ground for only a minute, before your back was pressed against the wall. Seems he didn't want to be the one trapped.
"Well, may I ask to kiss you then?"
You were quiet. Not because you wanted to say no, you were ready to scream yes in every language, but you were just shocked. You were snapped out of it by his grip on you beginning to loosen.
"Si! I mean, uh, yes! Yes you can.."
He blinks in the dark at you, confused about your sudden switch to Spanish, but quickly brushes it aside once acknowledging the consent. He quickly presses his lips against yours, seemingly very eager.
You felt your stomach do all sorts of weird things as his lips touched yours. Your breathing was a little faster than normal, and he seemed to notice. He pulled his head back, glancing at you.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine.. Don't stop, please."
With that, he leaned back in. Now, he wasn't Asmo, but kissing normally was starting to drive him a little crazy. Grabbing your jaw, he tilted your head to the side, sliding his tongue into your mouth. The feeling was odd, but not bad. His tongue slid against yours, making you tense up a little.
His hands ran up and down your arms, trying to relax you. It worked after a little, because you eventually responded to his tongue kiss with your own plan of attack.
It didn't take long at all for things to be carried far. In no time, you were on your back, clothes being tossed aside like Solomon's requests for a pact.
His lips attached to your neck as his fingers worked on the buttons of your pants. He slid down your shorts, staring down at your thighs, the best he could see them.
Well, his view was a lot better when light suddenly entered the closet. Mammon had an expression of sheer terror, Asmo was crossing his arms in disappointment that he didn't get to you first, and Simeon was covering Luke's eyes, who wasn't even looking in the first place.
"Close the door!"
Lucifer snapped, to which Mammon immediately did. Too scared to try to deny, especially when his brother was sitting there half naked. He didn't really wanna be strung up by Lucifer while wearing just his boxers.
The dark engulfed you both once again. Before you could squeak anything out, Lucifer's lips reattached to your neck.
"Forget about that. It's fine. They know your mine now, at least."
You swore you could see him blushing from embarrassment, but it was too dark to tell. You squinted, trying to tell, but lost focus when his finger slipped inside of you. It slid in so easily, too. It was obvious you were soaked.
Upon that realization, Lucifer decided that now would be a great time to fuck you. Grabbing your legs, he pushed your panties aside, his dick already brushing against your entrance. You didn't even know when he took his boxers off, but you didn't really have time to think.
He watched you closely.
"You ready?"
"Y-yes.."
He didn't waste time after that, sliding into you. His initial plan was to take it slow at first, but the feeling was too good to hold back. He exited as quickly as he had entered, doing the same over and over.
You gasped at the feeling, gripping on that forsaken blanket, who you wanted to currently either thank or rip to shreds.
You couldn't keep track of the time at all, too engrossed by the amazing feeling. The sound of wet squelching and the slapping of skin was all that could be heard in the closet, and hopefully not outside the closet. Though, your moans probably could.
Especially the one you tried to cover with your hand as you finally came on him. His thrusting continued for a few seconds after, before his fluids were released onto your inner thigh.
After taking a moment to regain your breathing, you both quickly dressed. He exited the closet first, arms crossed, looking quite confident in himself. Avatar of pride, ey?
There were only a couple people in the room by then, all with either earplugs or headphones. Apart from Asmo, who looked awfully disappointed.
"Lucifer..?"
"Yes?"
"Can we leave?"
"Sure. Or, actually.."
He gives you a playful smirk.
"Si."
Seven In Heaven? Lucifer
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