“Are you still sure you want me for this job?”

 

As Husk adjusted his tie in front of the mirror, he heard Lucifer’s voice from behind the closed bathroom door.

“I’m positive.”

For a long moment, Husk heard him hum to himself, before he spoke again.

“Alright, if you’re sure.”

 

He heard the lock click, the door sliding open. As Lucifer revealed himself, Husk could only stare in awe.

He was wearing a short black dress, fitted tightly around his body, alongside long, matching gloves. As he moved, the fabric sparkled subtly in the light from the ceiling. He’d given himself longer hair, pulled over one shoulder, his fingers combing through it.

The snake that usually rested on his hat wrapped around his leg, moving up until it came to a stop, seemingly falling back asleep as it fitted itself snugly around his thigh.

 

At Husk’s silence, Lucifer started to fidget, pulling at his cleavage.

“Do I look strange? You’re staring. Damnit, I knew I should’ve given myself boobs, let me just-”

“You don’t have to do that,” Husk said with a chuckle, stepping closer. He pulled him toward him by the hips, hearing the gentle click of Lucifer’s sky-high heels against the floor as he was brought close. “You look amazing.”

A smile spread across Lucifer’s lips at Husk’s words, his cheeks flushing golden. “I… Thank you.”

He reached up to cup Husk’s cheeks, pulling him down to his height to press a kiss to his lips. When he pulled back, there was a grin on his face. “You’ve got a lot of nerve asking the king of Hell to be your armcandy.”

“What can I say, I aim high.”

 

Lucifer felt Husk’s teeth graze the base of his neck, his grin growing. “That’s going to be very visible, you know. I wasn’t planning on wearing a necklace.”

“I was counting on it.”

Husk heard the quiet, pleased purr rumbling deep in Lucifer’s chest.

His hand ran along the smooth fabric of Lucifer’s dress, grazing the lower hemline. If they weren’t careful, they would miss the party entirely.

As he felt Lucifer’s fingers bury in his hair, Husk grinned, lips resting against Lucifer’s soft skin.

 

What did it matter if they were just a little bit late, anyway?

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