When Lucifer sank down into the seat next to him on the couch, Angel couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle. Lucifer was in that beat-up sweater of his again, though his pj-bottoms had little ducks on them this time.

 

Leaning over, he stole a few of the popcorn from the bucket on his lap, making Lucifer pout.

“Ya brought popcorn?”

“You can’t be too disappointed about it if you’re already stealing them.”

In a puff of sparkles, Lucifer summoned another bucket.

 

“I’m not.” Angel raised his hands next to his face as the second bowl was offered to him. “I’d rather share though. It’s more intimate.”

“Oh, alright. I suppose that’s true.” Lucifer tipped the second bowl’s contents down into the first, making some of the popcorn fall onto his lap as it overflowed. “Ah, shit.”

Angel snatched up a few of the popcorn that had landed on Lucifer’s lap, but just as he was about to toss them into his mouth, they poofed out of existence. “Hey!”

Lucifer scratched the side of his neck. “Sorry.”

Then, his eyebrows knitted in confusion.

 

“Wait,” he paused, looking back up at him. “Why do you want it to be more intimate anyway?”

Angel raised an eyebrow.

“What did ya think I meant when I asked if ya wanted ta netflix an’ chill?”

At that, Lucifer looked even more confused. “Netflix is a human… TV service, so… watch a movie?”

Damn, he really wasn’t up to date with his slang, was he?

 

“It means half’a that.”

Lucifer squinted up at him.

“I don’t know what you mean by that.”

“I meeeaan,” Angel leaned forward, crowding Lucifer’s space, one hand on either side of his thighs. He could feel the heat radiating off the popcorn on his stomach. “There’ll be a movie on, but there won’t be much watchin’.”

“I’m not sure I…”

 

Then, Lucifer trailed off, eyes widening. The flush on his face was delightful, Angel revelling in the way it made his face glow.

“Oh.”

Angel’s grin grew.

“I recommend puttin’ on somethin’ you’ve already seen before.”

 

Lucifer’s eyes darted toward the TV screen, then back to him.

“Oh, uh, yeah, alright. I can, uh, I can get rid of the popcorn, if, if you’d like.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. We’ll save it for later.”

Looking up into Angel’s eyes, Lucifer nodded, before moving the bucket down to the floor in front of the couch with his tail. He barely had the time to pick out a movie and hit play before Angel’s hands were on him, cradling his face.

 

As he pressed his lips to Lucifer’s, he could feel the taste of the skittles he had mixed into the popcorn. He grinned as he heard Lucifer let out a small ‘oof’ as his back met the seat of the couch, lifting his head to look down at him.

His cheeks had grown even brighter, his eyes unsure of where to focus, until they landed on Angel’s lips.

“Can you…” Lucifer cleared his throat, eyes flicking back up to meet his. “Can you kiss me again?”

For a moment, Angel wondered if he could make him beg for it. But they’d get there, he was sure. He’d save that too for later.

 

Leaning down, Angel’s lips just barely brushed Lucifer’s. He could feel his breath against his cheeks as Lucifer gasped at the feeling of his hands on his skin, hidden underneath his baggy sweater.

He let the moment hang there, for just a little while longer, teasing, until finally, his lips met Lucifer’s again, this kiss not nearly as brief as the first.

He felt Lucifer wrap his arms around his shoulders, his hips pressing up against his stomach.

 

As they kissed, Angel swallowed every sound, every hitch of breath, taking them for himself.

Lips parting with Lucifer’s, he let his hands trail further down, leaving Lucifer’s shirt bunched up to expose his skin. He kissed his way down his chest, making Lucifer shudder.

Licking a long stripe from his stomach to the waistline of his trousers, he couldn’t stop himself from grinning.

Lucifer wouldn’t remember a single thing about the movie.

 

He’d make sure of that.

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