“Not ever going too. I can’t. All because I love you too and never will tire of hearing the same.” It’s murmured into Lucifer’s collar as he buries his face into it. Closing his eyes, he relaxes with the gentle touches as much as scent.
An inkling of the instinct starts to worm its way back into his mind but he quiets it with reminders. He wasn’t going to harm him. That they loved each other. How he was his as much as he was Lucifer’s already. It would have to deal with it already being a thing.
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Date: 2017-12-28 03:57 pm (UTC)From:An inkling of the instinct starts to worm its way back into his mind but he quiets it with reminders. He wasn’t going to harm him. That they loved each other. How he was his as much as he was Lucifer’s already. It would have to deal with it already being a thing.