It had been Ozzie’s idea, of course.

 

After too much crying and one too many depression naps after his and Lilith’s separation, Ozzie had set him up on a date with a sex worker he knew. He’d been given a time, place and a name, and that was it.

The place? A love hotel in Pentagam City. The time? Right now.

 

He’d disguised himself as a sinner to grant himself some anonymity before Ozzie shoved him out the door, telling him to have fun. He wasn’t so sure though. He didn’t sleep with new people very often, but Ozzie had insisted that a change of pace, some new scenery, would do him good. And when you spoke to Ozzie, that usually meant having a sexcapade or two.

So here he stood, right inside the doors of one of the more upscale love hotels in Pride, one decorated with rich purples rather than the usual reds favoured inside his ring. It looked nice.

He felt sorely out of place.

 

As a shadow fell across his face, he looked up.

In front of him was a pretty sinner twice his height, white and pink fur and two sets of arms. The smile on his face was playful, his eyes sparkling.

“Oh, sorry, I’m already expecting someone.”

The man laughed. “Yeah, that’d be me.”

“Oh.” Lucifer blinked up at him. “I wasn’t expecting, uh…”

He paused for a moment before continuing.

“...I thought you’d be a woman.”

“Only every other weekend.”

“Excuse me?”

“I do drag sometimes. I can do it for ya if ya want, but it’ll cost extra.”

He shook his head. “No, that’s, uh, fine. I just, with the name Angel I didn’t expect a man.”

“Says the one named Lulu. My name’s more uni-sex than yours, I’m pretty sure.”

Lucifer scratched his cheek. So that’s the fake name Ozzie had given him. Well, he was called that often enough for it to feel natural, he supposed. “Well… I suppose you’re right.”

He really didn’t know enough about humans anymore to argue with him on that. Besides, he too knew a thing or two about fucking with the human gender roles he did remember. He wasn’t sure which ones still applied, though.

 

As Angel stepped in closer, Lucifer felt his cheeks flush. His face was nearly level with Angel’s crotch.

At the touch of Angel’s fingers on his cheeks, he let him tip his head up, meeting his eyes. One of his fingers brushed his lips. “So, want me to take good care of ya?”

Lucifer’s eyes darted around the lobby, but no one paid them any mind. The receptionist was too busy with a magazine to care. They had probably seen scenes like these a million times by now.

 

Did he want to do this? Angel was very pretty, and with this being his job, he was sure to know how to make him feel good. He’d shut himself in his palace for months now, the seclusion making him feel worse each passing day.

Maybe he wanted to feel a little more alive again.

Looking back up at Angel again, he met his eye. “Yes,” he whispered. “Please.”

 

Angel’s face split into a wide grin. Lucifer yelped in surprise as he was lifted off the floor. Angel pushed him up against the wall, chest flush against his. He was so close now, he could see each individual eyelash framing his eyes, every subtle shift in the colour of them. He felt his face burn.

“Oh, hello.”

His words pulled a laugh out of Angel.

“Man, you’re not used to this, are ya?”

Lucifer shook his head. “Not really, no. I guess you’ll just… have to take the lead?”

“Mm, don’t ya worry, baby, I’m pretty good at that.”

The pet name made Lucifer’s heart flutter. As he glanced down at Angel’s lips for a brief moment, he noticed his grin widening further.

 

Finally, Angel closed the gap between them.

His lips were soft, the lingering taste of raspberry chapstick making the kiss taste sweet.

Lucifer wrapped his arms around Angel’s shoulders, feeling his hands on his ass. His thighs squeezed Angel’s waist, and he could feel one of Angel’s hands start to unbutton his trousers, cupping him through his underwear.

 

Pulling back, Lucifer’s words came out a gasp. “Maybe we should… get a room first.”

“Then maybe ya should stop grinding your dick against my hand.”

Lucifer’s glamour made his blush appear bright red. “I, uh, hadn’t realised I was doing that.”

Angel laughed, raising one of his hands to jangle the keyring dangling from his finger. “Got us one before I approached ya.”

A finger grazed the hem of his underwear, curling around it, threatening to pull them down. “But maybe ya want me to fuck ya out here?”

“No, uh, I think we’ll go for the room.”

 

Angel pressed a kiss to his lips. They were so warm it made his own tingle. He’d forgotten just how warm humans were, but now he was bathing in Angel’s warmth, the arms around him making the heat soak into his flesh.

“Alright,” he whispered, lips brushing his as he spoke. “Ya might wanna get down then, this place’s got pretty long corridors. Unless ya want me to carry ya.”

“Oh.” No matter how much he didn’t want to get out of Angel’s warm embrace, if he didn’t, he feared that he might actually say yes to letting him fuck him right here in the open. And he felt like no matter how nice and warm Angel was, no matter how anonymous his glamours made him, he might regret that later.  “I’ll, I’ll get down.”

 

The sound of his heels meeting the floor was muffled by the heavy carpet. Angel’s hand slipped into his, and as he pulled him down the corridor, spinning the keyring on his finger with a laugh that made his insides feel as warm as Angel’s arms had made him feel on the outside, Lucifer couldn’t help the smile spreading across his lips.

Maybe getting out hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.

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