The music was loud in his ears, making his insides vibrate.

It had been a long time since Lucifer last went to a party, but at Bee and Ozzie’s insistence, he had been dragged out to a club in Pride, though he only let them do so after he shapeshifted into someone else. He didn’t feel like having everyone’s attention on him, not when he’d spent the last few years hiding in his palace.

He didn’t recognise any of the music, having gotten a bit out of the loop of anything happening around him, but it was high energy and made everyone around him dance. Further away he could see Ozzie’s tall figure, Bee’s glowing hair, tail and waist a light in the distance.

 

Squinting against the colourful lights moving across the gigantic dance floor he found himself in the middle of, he dodged someone’s elbow as they danced past him. He backed right into someone’s legs, turning around with an apology on his lips.

He instantly felt himself flush, face to face with the person he’d backed into’s crotch, barely a centimeter away. Taking a step back, his eyes darted up at the sound of a chuckle.

“The look on your face just now was fantastic.”

He met the eyes of a tall sinner with light fur and four arms, dressed in shiny shorts so short they barely covered more than his privates, his top sparkling underneath the spotlights moving above them at a rapid pace.

 

“Yes, well, I do apologise about the, uh…” Lucifer felt a nervous laugh bubble out of his throat. “Well.”

The sinner grinned, golden tooth catching in the light. “I’ve never met a sex demon so shy about gettin’ a faceful’a dick before. It’s not even out yet.”

Oh, right, he’d turned himself into a succubus. He’d forgotten all about that for a moment.

“I’m… new on the job?”

Damn, he really was floundering. He hadn't interacted with a lot of strangers in a long time.

 

His response made the sinner laugh, and he bent down to Lucifer’s level. “Cute and funny. Hey, wanna dance with me?”

Lucifer blinked, surprised. He hadn’t actually expected anyone to ask him to dance, unless it was Bee or Ozzie. “I… yeah, sure. Why not?”

He had come here to dance, after all. It would be a shame if he said no.

Especially when the guy asking was so pretty.

 

-

 

By the time he found his way off the dancefloor and to the bar, he was gasping, trying to catch his breath. He hadn’t danced like that in a long time.

He downed his drink in one fell swoop, feeling someone slide up next to him. For a moment, he thought it was that same sinner, but as he turned his head, he felt a bit mean to be a little disappointed to find Bee beside him.

“Saw you dancing with someone over there, having a good time?”

Lucifer nodded, accepting the refill of his drink ordered for him by Bee. “I am. Thank you.”

“He’s pretty hot, huh?”

Cheeks flushing, he glared at Bee as she batted her eyelashes at him, her face split into a grin. “Shut up.”

“I’m just saying! I’m totally right! Ozzie’d agree with me if he wasn’t too busy almost getting it on in the middle of the dancefloor.”

 

Their eyes turned toward Ozzie, who was indeed very busy dancing with someone so intimately they might as well not be wearing clothes.

Bee cackled, leaning in close to whisper in his ear, motioning toward a door near the bar, barely visible behind a corner. “You know, there’s an extra bathroom in the back most people don’t know about, if you wanna grab that pretty sinner you’ve been dancing with all night.”

He swatted her away. “I’m not fucking a total stranger!”

“He won’t be a stranger if you ask him his name,” she said, putting her now-empty glass on the smooth bartop. The lights lining the shelves of booze made it glow in blues and purples. He put his glass next to hers, making a move to leave.

“Bye, Bee.”

“See you later. You go find that boy and have some fun!”

As he left her by the bar, he found his cheeks burning.

 

-

 

Even as he accepted a request to dance from a few more people, Lucifer found his mind drifting back to that first sinner, the one he had spent at least an hour dancing with, with no breaks in between.

As he slipped away from the dancefloor, he couldn’t help but search for him.

 

Once he put his mind to finding him again, he was relatively easy to find. Luckily, his succubus form had wings as well, and with a flap of leathery wings he rose up into the air, no longer being crowded by so many people taller than him.

He spotted the sinner close to the bar, body moving to the beat of the music even with a cocktail in his hand. Lucifer lowered himself down beside him, the sinner turning toward him with a wide smile.

“Oh, hey!”

“Hey.”

 

For a moment, Lucifer fidgeted with his fingers, looking up at him. “Can I…buy you a drink?”

The sinner laughed. He downed the drink in his hand, eyes never leaving his as he put his empty glass on the bartop. “Sure, but only if I can get your name.”

For a moment, he almost gave his real name, catching himself at the last second. Telling him his real name would defeat the purpose of shapeshifting and give away his anonymity.

“Luci.” Close enough. His friends called him that all the time anyway. “And you are…?”

“Extremely into ya. My name’s Angel though.”

Lucifer felt his cheeks grow hot at such a blatant advancement. He wasn’t used to people showing such clear interest in him without ulterior motives due to his status and power anymore. It felt… nice. He quickly ordered himself another one of the same drinks he had been drinking earlier to distract himself from his burning face.

“Angel. What would you like to drink?”

“Hmm, how about a cum shot?”

 

Lucifer choked on his cocktail, coughing. “Excuse me?”

“It’s a drink.” Angel’s grin was wide, clearly finding great amusement in how flustered he was making Lucifer. ”Ya should try it.”

“I, uh, yeah, sure, I’ll, uh, try it.” He met the bored eyes of the bartender, who surely saw scenes like this too often to count. “Two, uh… cum shots, please.”

 

They watched the bartender mix the drinks, and before long, Lucifer stood with a cocktail glass in one hand, a shot glass in the other. He wasn’t sure which one to drink first, now.

He heard Angel laugh beside him, feeling the scent of his perfume as he leaned in close. He smelled like some flower he couldn’t remember the name of.

 

As he met his eyes, Angel raised his shot glass toward him. Lucifer raised his own, and with a wide grin that was starting to infect Lucifer as well, Angel knocked his glass against Lucifer’s in cheers, Lucifer meeting him halfway.

Lucifer downed the shot in one large gulp. The taste of it lingered on his tongue, sweet and creamy.

He looked up at Angel. “It’s really good.”

“Told ya.” The smirk on Angel’s lips was smug. He leaned down, close enough to his ear that his whisper could be heard even over the loud music playing all around them. “Wanna compare it to the real deal?”

 

Lucifer couldn’t help his eyes from snapping down to his eyelevel, right where they had been the first time he laid eyes on Angel. His cheeks grew hot again, as he turned them back up. Angel’s grin was face-splittingly wide.

He’d told Bee he wasn’t going to fuck a stranger tonight. But… a blowjob was hardly the same as fucking, it wouldn’t make a liar out of him.

He bit his lip.

Slowly, he nodded. Angel snatched him by the hand, starting to pull him toward the hidden bathroom Bee had told him about earlier in the night.

 

He barely had the time to put down his glass on top of the bar, still almost full, before he was whisked away.

 

-

 

Even as the door shut behind them, the music was still there, just loud enough that they could speak at a normal volume. As the lights turned on, Lucifer felt his heartrate pick up at the sight of Angel, finally able to see him under more than constantly moving spotlights.

He was even prettier in the light, his white and pink fur standing in stark contrast to his brightly coloured clothes, his top sparkling just as much under the warm glow of the bathroom lights as it had under the lights on the dancefloor. As he stared up at him in awe, Angel couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?”

“No, just… I was just thinking about how beautiful you are.”

“Smooth-talker,” Angel teased, pulling him into one of the stalls, the one in the far corner, their movements caught by the mirror mosaic lining every wall.

“No, really, I mean it.”

“Well, in that case…”

Lucifer’s back hit the wall, Angel’s top hands on either side of his face, one of his lower firmly on his chest, keeping him in place.

He leaned in close, close enough for their lips to brush against each other’s.

“Do ya kiss and tell?” he asked, eyes sparkling.

“Only if you allow it.”

His words made Angel laugh.

“Oh, I allow, alright. And baby, I hope you’re fine with me tellin’, cus I want eeeveryone to know I got to make out with a real cutie tonight.”

Lucifer chuckled. “I’m assuming that’d be me, would it?”

“Ya know it is.”

 

The hand on his chest trailed upward, grazing his chin to tip his head up. Angel’s breath was hot against his face, his eyes filling his vision. His eyeshadow sparkled as he blinked, pink and shimmering.

Lucifer leaned forward, pressing his lips to Angel’s.

 

They were soft and warm, tasting like the drink he’d had earlier, a lingering taste of strawberries that he realised had to be his lip gloss.

His eyes slipped shut as he felt hands on his body, pressing into the touches to his chest, his waist, his hips. He reached out, one hand reaching just far enough to squeeze Angel’s ass, tightly, making Angel grin into the kiss.

He hooked a finger in the hemline of Angel’s shorts, pulling them down. He felt Angel’s cock fall against his wrist, hot against his bare skin. His hand closed around Angel’s cock, feeling the heat of it spread to his fingers. Angel broke the kiss with a gasp, a shiver running down his spine.

His eyelashes fluttered, teeth digging into his lip.

“Fuck, Luci, ya really don’t waste time, do ya?”

“Can’t compare the taste if I can’t remember what the drink tasted like anymore, can I?”

Angel burst out laughing, the sound nearly a cackle. It made Lucifer smile, his laugh way too charming in his ears.

“Can’t argue with that,” Angel said, still laughing. He let out a startled noise as Lucifer let go of his cock just long enough to flip their positions, Angel’s back pressed against the wall.

Leaning forward, Lucifer let his breath hit the tip of Angel’s cock.

His cock was long, almost the length of his underarm, ending in a point, bright pink in colour. Lucifer licked his lips. It had been a while since he sucked the dick of someone new. Maybe a few hundred years, give or take, preferring to keep to the same lovers rather than finding new ones, whenever he and Lilith decided to have some fun outside their marriage. Why go through the trouble of finding new partners when he could just sleep with one of the other sins?

 

Glancing up at Angel, he met his eye, only for a second. He smiled as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the tip of Angel’s cock, a soft kiss to the sensitive skin. He could hear Angel giggle above him, cut off by a moan as Lucifer licked along the length of Angel’s cock, from the base all the way to the tip. His fingers ran along his balls, gently squeezing.

He teased the tip of his cock with his tongue, loving the little sounds his touches brought out of him. Finally, he took him into his mouth, and he could feel Angel’s hips twitch with the urge to thrust deeper.

It felt a bit odd not being able to use his tongue the way he usually did, too short to wrap around Angel’s cock in his succubus form. But the taste of Angel’s cock was as good as he could have imagined, making him take even more of him into his mouth.

Taking a deep breath through his nose, he held his breath, pushing forward. He felt Angel’s cock push down and into his throat, his mouth opening further, Angel’s cock growing thicker the closer to the base he came.

Angel’s hands found his hair, holding on tightly. “Fuckin’ hell, Luci, ya feel so good,” he gasped. Lucifer would have smiled had his mouth not been stretched to its limit.

When he started to move, it was at a slow pace, tongue pressing against the bottom of Angel’s long cock. He could hear Angel curse, and when he glanced up their eyes locked. The look on Angel’s face made Lucifer’s cheeks burn, but he found himself unable to look away for even a second.

One hand still fondling Angel, the other found his hip, squeezing tightly, claws running down his thigh. Angel groaned, his grip on Lucifer’s hair tightening. Lucifer picked up the pace, knowing that he would run out of air before Angel came if he didn’t. His throat clenched around Angel’s cock, and by the noises Angel made, he could tell that he was close.

Still, Lucifer didn’t pull back. His head was spinning, his cock so hard it hurt to not have any attention given to it whatsoever. He kept moving, up and down the length of Angel’s cock, until he felt like he would pass out if he didn’t get any air soon.

As he pulled back, he felt Angel’s cock pulse, Angel’s claws digging into his scalp, scratching his skin as he came across his face, across Lucifer’s eagerly waiting tongue.

Lucifer sank down onto the toilet seat, licking the cum dripping down his face. He swiped some of it off his cheek, licking his fingers clean. “Hmm, definitely not as sweet as that drink, but this tastes pretty good too. I definitely wouldn’t mind another taste.”

Angel laughed. “Baby, I’ll give ya more any time ya want.”

He leaned forward, licking his own cum right off Lucifer’s cheek. Grabbing him by the hair, Lucifer pulled him close, pressing his lips to Angel’s. With the taste of cum mixed with saliva still on his tongue, he felt hands pull him off the toilet and into the air.

Angel lifted him up until he could sling his legs over his shoulders, one thigh on either side of Angel’s face. With a sly grin, Angel pulled down Lucifer’s fly, freeing his rock-hard cock from his too-tight trousers.

Lucifer’s fingers slipped into Angel’s hair as Angel pulled at his hips, until his cock was right in his face. His mouth fell open as he felt Angel’s lips on him, tongue pressing right between his balls, making Lucifer moan, one of his hands covering his mouth. Angel was quick to pull it away again, pinning his hands to the wall.

Angel pulled back, just enough to meet his eye.

“Ah-ah, if ya wanna be quiet you’ll have to do it without those, I wanna see your pretty face when ya come.”

As Lucifer nodded his agreement, Angel leaned forward, taking his cock into his mouth. Eyes still locked with his, he started to suck, cheeks hollowing, his hot mouth engulfing Lucifer’s cock centimeter by centimeter, up and down the length of it, taking more of him into his mouth with each bob.

 

Lucifer whimpered.

Angel’s mouth was so warm, the insides of his cheeks pressing so tightly around him.

 

They heard the door slam open, making them both freeze. The voice of someone singing along to the music, drunk and off-key, in front of the sinks, made them exchange a glance. They both choked down a giggle (Angel certainly had a surprisingly hard time of it, considering he already had his mouth full).

Then, as the water started to run in the sink, Angel started to move again.

Lucifer’s wrists twitched, but Angel didn’t ease his grip, keeping them right there, pressed against the wall.

He bit his tongue, choking down every sound trying to leave his throat. His thighs squeezed the sides of Angel’s head, his ankles locking together, heel pressed against Angel’s back.

Looking up, he met his own eyes in the mirror walls, patching together their bodies in the reflections, each tiny mirror displaying their own parts of them, like thousands of eyes all watching them, knowing exactly what they were doing.

 

The door opened and shut again, leaving them all alone, Angel’s mouth still on him, his tongue back at the tip of his cock, pressing into the slit firmly with his tongue.

Lucifer came with a cry the moment the door shut, no longer able to keep quiet. His back arched, his hands desperately trying to find anything to grasp. Angel finally let them go, Lucifer’s hands quickly finding their way back into Angel’s hair, holding on tight, feeling like he would fall over if he didn’t (though with his thighs so tightly wound around Angel, there was no chance of that happening), head spinning.

With gasping breaths he looked down at Angel, a loopy smile making its way onto his lips.

“Angel, that… Fuck. That was amazing.”

He relaxed his legs, letting Angel set him down on the floor again. His legs were visibly shaking, making Angel laugh. Lucifer looked down to tuck himself in, pulling the fly back up again. He turned his eyes back up as Angel spoke.

“Thanks, baby.”

 

Leaning down, Angel pressed his lips to his. He felt him slip something into his back pocket, and as he stood, he watched him tuck himself back into his shorts.

“Come find me later, if ya want,” he said with a wink. As he slipped out of the stall, Lucifer pulled whatever Angel had given him out of his pocket.

It was a slip of paper, a phone number hastily scribbled onto it. Had he had it pre-written or had he found enough time to write it while Lucifer was tucking himself into his trousers? He didn’t know.

But as he stared down at the note, he smiled. He tucked it back into his back pocket, exiting the stall to stand in front of the large round mirror in front of the center sink. He turned on the tap, wetting a paper towel so he could wipe his face clean of the proof of the blowjob he had given Angel mere minutes earlier.

As he dabbed at his face, he couldn’t help the urge to go find Angel again immediately.

 

He snuck out of the bathroom, back out into the club with all its flashing lights, the crowd of dancing people soon surrounding him.

As he let the music wash over him, his smile only grew.

His eyes locked with Angel’s, who reached out a hand in invitation.

As he took it, he was pulled back onto the dancefloor, lifting off the floor to dance around Angel, never fully letting go of his hand as they moved together, so close he could feel the heat radiating off Angel’s body.

 

Maybe he would sleep with Angel after all.

Tonight still had the chance to make a liar out of him yet.

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