“Trust me I know,” he says, failing to hide the small smile that brightens his face. Nuzzling into Lucifer’s shoulder, he hums contently. The man was so much warmer than the previous chilly tile that he happily sinks into the embrace. “No complaints of it though.”
He waits to steal away a brief kiss. “You make it perfect for me. You always do.”
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Date: 2017-11-03 02:12 am (UTC)From:He waits to steal away a brief kiss. “You make it perfect for me. You always do.”