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“Why do you insist on making things more difficult than they have to be...?”
You smiled to yourself either in happiness or smugness, he couldn’t tell from this angle. Either way, he wasn’t too happy about it, but apparently not enough to lift them off him to start getting ready. His mind was so focused on wrestling with itself that it prevented him from relaxing fully. He felt his wings quiver in restlessness but willed them still the instant he noticed. Thankfully I don’t have any pressing matters to attend today, or this would be an issue. With a long-suffering sigh, he pressed his lips to the top of your head. He felt your smile grow as you felt the vibrations of his voice as he spoke, “You know... you could be making me very late right now. Diavolo would be very displeased if I were to be late for a meeting.”
“Am I?”
He felt his feathers bristle at the question.
Did you know full well what you did to him? You had to. You had to be using it to your advantage in some way. It’s embarrassing how tightly you have him wrapped around your finger. A human... manipulating him like this. Pacts were strong, but they aren’t meant to be like this. How could he let it come to this? He was the Avatar of Pride – Lucifer – the Morning Star, the being who purposefully led a rebellion against God and have others follow him down. He was one of the highest-ranking angels and is one of the most powerful demons. He rules at the right hand of the future King of Devildom. He’s one of the most powerful creatures in this reality and yet something so small holds so much power over him.
Why?
What right had you to capture him this way?
“No.”
With the admission of his rare lack of duties for the day, he felt your body melt more into him. Without a second thought, his arms wrapped around them to secure them against him. A sigh escaped their lips that made him want to cage them with his wings and kiss them until they couldn’t breathe. Swallow your little sighs and moans until you were nothing more than a needy little human in his lap.
He held himself back.
His wings quivered, carnally itching to follow his earlier thoughts if his mind would only let them.
Control yourself.
Instead, he moved his fingers to rub deep circles into your back. The content and loving hum that sung from your lips made the prior want come back stronger. He gritted his teeth and felt his fangs itch. An ungloved hand carefully gripped either side of your cheeks and lifted your head up to have you looking at him. Lucifer watched as your dreamy expression morph into a half focused one when you noticed his eyes glowing slightly. His lips pursed into a thin line when you leaned your cheek innocently into his grip, “What’s the matter? You usually don’t do the glowy eyes unless something bad’s happened...”
He didn’t know how to respond to that.
He didn’t know how to deal with the sudden look of genuine guilt on your face.
“Did I do something wrong? We can get up if you want to go –”
“No.”
He was suddenly cupping both hands around their face and smoothing his thumbs over your worried eyes, “No... You haven’t done anything wrong. You just–”
Something beautiful had happened between his hands. Their expression melted from a state of concern to a look of pure adoration. You were looking straight into his eyes with such genuine fondness that it threw his whole line of thinking temporarily out the window. This change had his brain reeling from the lack of preparedness. He closed his eyes and licked his lips to try and regain his composure, “You make it difficult to leave.”
A pair of lips press gently against the palm of his hand, “I don’t want you to leave.”
You’ll be the death of him, he’s sure of it.
"I won't."