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[runningred]

{from here}

Jay opens the door to his room and gestures Lucifer to join him. He drops his mask on the desk and racks the sword before pulling a couple of glasses from a cupboard. "Want a smoke?"

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[runningred]

"I'm not asking for anything." Jay answers, kissing him again, slower this time. "Just offering the night."

[wayward_sun]

Kisses are good.

"Oh. Right. Well, snuggling is good. I like snuggling."

[runningred]

"Good. Because so do I." Jay grins and kisses him again before towelling off. "Come join me in bed then."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer rinsed off and dries off before padding back into the bedroom.

He somehow manages to look almost as polished while naked and damp as when wearing a three-piece suit.

"Well, look at you," he says. Smiling.

[runningred]

"Look at you." Jay grins back. "What does it take to get a guy like you to look ruffled?"

[wayward_sun]

"I'm ruffled," he replies, laying down on the bed.

"Look. It's finger-combrd."

[runningred]

"And yet cool as ice." Jay stretches out an arm, brushing his fingers down Lucifer's chest.

[wayward_sun]

"Not the element I normally get compared to," Lucifer replies with a wide grin as he stretches under Jay's touch.

[runningred]

"Is that so?" Jay grins, turning his touch into more of a massage.

[wayward_sun]

"No. I think most people see me as a warm and giving individual," he replies, as he closes his eyes to better enjoy the touch.

Also, hellfire.

"You're good at that."

[runningred]

"Very generous indeed." Jay grins, licking his lips.

He gestures for Lucifer to roll onto his stomach, hands finding the knots in Lucifer's shoulders. "I've had practice."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer does so. Relaxing.

He is tense, but a lot of the tension radiates from under the gnarled scars down his shoulder blades.

There is quite a bit close to his neck as well.

[runningred]

"Are you okay with me touching the scars?" Jay asks matter of factly. "I can work around them."

[wayward_sun]

"Scars?"

It's not that they're not there. On Earth. It's just - People tend to - not notice. Somehow.

"Right. Sure. Maybe- start somewhere else?"

It's probably a no.

[runningred]

Jay knows scars. A little too well. He has a lot of his own. He nods and starts at the base of Lucifer's neck, moving out to his arms and staying well clear of the scars.

[wayward_sun]

His skin is smooth and soft. And he lies quietly, eyes closed, enjoying the touch.

[runningred]

Jay works his way down Lucifer's arms, his ribs, and down to the centre of his spine. He's use to therapeutic, deep tissue massage but he's good at gentle relaxation too.

Once he works his way down Lucifer's back and his upper legs, he settles down next to him, stretched out.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer sighs, deeply, and snuggles close, draping a leg over Jay's.

"You could make a killing in L.A. as a massage therapist," he murmurs.

[runningred]

Jay wraps his arms around him, settling comfortingly. "I make a decent bouncer too." He answers sleepily.

[wayward_sun]

A chuckle.
"That's a novel combo. Sadly, I'm already at max capacity when it comes to bouncers."

[runningred]

Jay snuffles softly, pressing a kiss to the nearest patch of skin. "Good think I don't need a job then."

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer stretches.
"Yes, I guess you could say that."

[runningred]

Jay drifts off, content and sated.

{ooc: shall we fade there? That was lovely.)

[wayward_sun]

{ooc: let's. It was. And no names were exchanged. That's pretty good going}

[runningred]

{ooc: very Jay. I don't think he got Emcee's name till after their first time.)