BDSM? Do you even know what you’re talking about? You must know, since you brought it up.
“Well… you know how you like it when I call you sir?” Lucifer nodded and you kind of shifted awkwardly, “I uhm… what if we tried to like… put that into a bdsm… setting?” This time, Lucifer’s eyes grew wide for a moment as thoughts raced inside his mind. Most people don’t know about that, but you knew all too well. Lucifer’s attention was always somewhere around the gutter, if it wasn’t directly in it already. Speak up.” You couldn’t help but smile, which turned into a toothy grin, and then a laugh. Of course you were satisfied, it was truly silly of him to think otherwise. A soft smirk started to turn upward on Lucifer’s face.
I just thought of a way to spice it up…?” You couldn’t believe Lucifer would ever think that you weren’t satisfied, especially after the amount of times that the guy has made you cry out his name in the dead of night. “What’s wrong with our sex life? Are you not satisfied?” Your eyes grew wide in shock for a moment and you quickly shook your head “no! No… I’m… I’m very satisfied actually. Were you not satisfied? Were you about to step on his pride and say you’ve had bigger, better than him? The last part seems unlikely but you also completely caught him off guard now and he needs an answer as soon as possible. Sex life.” Lucifer stopped walking for a moment and turned to you. “I just… you know I’ve been thinking about our… uhm…. More time spent with you means more time spent bonding. Lucifer’s still cautious with you but he also absolutely sweeps you off your feet every chance he gets. No one had made him feel this way in a very long time and he’s just… getting used to it again. More often than not it’s a ‘hypothetical’ question to something that already took place and he’s left with the mess to clean up, but with you there’s also always a chance of a hypothetical question that he could answer wrong and you could get upset with him, which is the last thing he wants, so he just has to make sure to let you know that nothing is off the table, per se, but that you are giving him mild cardiac arrest. “What is it? You know you can tell me anything.” He won’t lie, a part of him gets anxious every time someone asks him a question. “I have a question.” Something about this whole situation had you feeling unsure, but it had been weighing on your mind for days now and you just had to at least ask, you know? The worst Lucifer can do is say no.
Really, it feels like he never gets any, and although you assure him it’s okay, he can’t help but feel terrible about it, after all he’s supposed to nurture this relationship just as much as he nurtures everything else. He had taken you out tonight, trying to get away from his brothers and spent some much needed alone time with you. “Lucifer?” The demon beside you hummed in response, squeezing your hand to let you know that he’s listening although his gaze is trained on the House of Lamentation ahead.
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