Leaving a lot to the imagination
Angel’s more than happy to dress up for Lucifer, even if he’s used to being requested to wear much less.
Relationships: Angel Dust/Lucifer Morningstar
Characters: Angel Dust, Lucifer Morningstar
Rating: T
Words: 139
Type: Oneshot
Warnings: None
Tags: Silly, suggestive ending
Originally posted: 2025-11-14
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Notes
Written for fic_promptly during their last challenge week. I am. Constantly behind on uploads, that was almost a month ago.
Angel stifled a laugh as he adjusted his pure white tie, watching as Lucifer openly gawked at him, jaw slack.
“This really got ya goin’, huh? I’m surprised, sweetcheeks. I think this’s the most clothes I’ve ever worn to a bootycall before.”
Angel tipped his top hat forward as he winked down at Lucifer. He felt the tails of his coat lightly tap against the fabric of his slacks as he stepped closer. “Like what ya see?”
Lucifer’s cheeks grew golden. “Very much, yes.”
Angel leaned down, fingers brushing Lucifer’s bowtie, featherlight touch moving up his neck and across his cheek. “Just so ya know,” Angel’s voice was low, little more than a whisper as he spoke into Lucifer’s ear. “I’m not wearin’ anythin’ underneath this.”
Lucifer’s face turned such a bright golden that it made his face glow.
