"Better to wait things out and get comfortable rather than possibly getting hurt. Or rather frustrated," he murmurs, kissing the devil's cheek when he settles in.

He gives a small pleased noise and tilts his head, managing a smirk. Hand it to Lucifer tease over such things. His fingers moving to card through the other's hair, resting at the back of his neck.

Yet the reaper is mildly surprised at the warm coils that wind around him. It slowly restricts more and more of his movement but he wants to stick close anyway. His free hand running along the dark scales. "Seems like you're coming up with something interesting too."