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Alastor awoke in Lucifer’s bed to a warmth beyond the normal heat of hell’s rings. Beyond the nice warm temperature that encased his body known as Lucifer’s blanket. Beyond even the warmness of the hell sun streaming through the open curtains in the room.
It was the hot embrace that Lucifer had trapped him in, his partner’s smaller body wrapped around his.
He looked down to see Lucifer has kicked the blanket off them. Alastor lay completely straight on his back, while Lucifer had wrapped around him like a koala—arms around his waist, legs circling his knees, head nuzzled into his ribs. Lucifer’s golden blonde hair had become mussed in his slumber, normally slicked back hair falling over his closed eyes in what seemed to be the very of a messy bed head.
Alastor, feeling his back and neck ache from the position (and being a very fidgety person in general), shifted just slightly.
The movement, of course, made Lucifer stir.
The King of Hell made a pinched expression, one hand leaving Alastor’s waist to rub the sleep from his eyes with his fist. After a moment, crimson eyes blinking open, Lucifer looked up at Alastor.
Soft, tender fingers reached out and grabbed ahold of Alastor’s heart. The same as it had done when he first fell in love with Lucifer. This emotion, Rosie and Charlie helped him learn, was love. The affectionate emotion gripped his heart tighter, tugging at the blood-pumping organ while it flipped his stomach upside down.
Lucifer, making eye contact with his boyfriend, smiled up at him. He leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lovers lips.
“Morning.”
Lucifer said, voice deeper and rough with sleep.
The devil sat up fully next to him, still smiling as he now looked down at Alastor. Alastor smiled back—well, smiled wider. Since he’s, y’know, always smiling.
“Good morning.”
Alastor muttered. The words, quiet and sweet, sounded too vulnerable. So he decided to add onto that to make it seem less… pathetic.
“Why, I was beginning to think you’d decided to sleep through the entire day!”
Lucifer scoffed.
“It’s only seven.”
As he said this, he laid back down next to Alastor.
His head hit the pillow with a thwump, messy blonde hair once again in his eyes before he brushed it away with his hand. One of his hands came up and rested on Alastor’s shoulder.
His fingers absentmindedly started massaging Alastor’s shoulder, black fingers digging into the tense, knotted muscle. Alastor winced and Lucifer immediately stopped. Lucifer turned his head to meet eyes with his lover and smiled teasingly, hints of concern flashing through.
“You should see a doctor about that. Or just, like, stop being so tense all the time.”
Alastor hummed.
“Hm… no.”
Lucifer just laughed quietly in response. A moment later—
“Wanna cuddle?”
Alastor’s eyes shot over to meet Lucifer’s with surprise. He made a confused noise from his throat.
“What?”
“I asked if you wanted to cuddle.”
“…yes.”
Alastor hated to admit it, but it was true.
Lucifer smiled—him and Alastor had been working on vulnerability and admitting when he wanted things lately—and rolled over.
He rolled over until he was on top of Alastor, chest to chest. He wrapped his arms around Alastor’s waist and lightly rubbed at the scarce flesh there, able to feel the man’s ribs even over his red pajama shirt. With him being the smaller one, it was just easier this way.
He pressed kisses all along Alastor’s jaw. He swore he could see a pink flush along the man’s cheeks and nose, but knew not to comment on it, because he would deny it and push Lucifer away.
He finally stopped pressing kisses all over Alastor’s face ten minutes later, pulling his head up to make eye contact with his boyfriend.
“Hey.”
Alastor smiled a little wider. More genuinely.
“Hello.”
Lucifer smiled too, pressing a kiss to his lips this time.
“Love you.”
“I love you too, Lucifer.”