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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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[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.)