Angel dropped down against the kitchen island with a drawn-out groan.

He had been up all night working, only to come back to the hotel at nine in the morning, finding Charlie by the coffee pot next to him.

“Can ya gimme some’a that?”

Charlie turned toward him with a blinding smile, pot in hand. “Ab-solutely! Welcome home, Angel!” She poured him a mug of steaming coffee, slipping it into his waiting hands before she headed for the other end of the kitchen. He could feel it slowly warm his fingers. 

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks.”

Angel only straightened up where he was hanging off the island as much as drinking his coffee required him to, taking a big gulp out of his mug. As his eyes wandered toward the door, he choked, coughing as he felt the coffee go down the wrong pipe.

“Fuckin’- Christ!”

 

As he caught his breath, his eyes followed Lucifer as he walked over to the coffee pot, yawning. Was he… wearing a robe, and a… duck hairband with matching slippers? And curlers? He didn’t bother hiding his staring, not when it seemed like Lucifer didn’t even seem to notice the attention on him yet anyway.

He looked ridiculous. Goofy. Not very threatening, but… kind of cute. He itched to see if he was wearing anything underneath that robe. If he was, it certainly wasn’t visible.

As Lucifer prepared himself his own cup of coffee next to him, Angel’s eyes drifted to the wide neckline of Lucifer’s fluffy pink robe. He knew he owned similar ones; one that he kept here, the other at the tower. As his eyes locked on his collarbones, he couldn’t help but want to run his fingers along them, down the exposed part of his chest.

“Can I help you with anything?”

 

Angel just barely managed not to choke on his coffee this time. “Uh, nah, just… late night.”

“Ah.”

 

Lucifer started to turn, but before he could take a single step, Angel felt something wrap around his leg.

As he looked down, he spotted the familiar golden snake that had just been wrapped around Lucifer’s waist, now wrapped around both of them. His eyes darted to Lucifer, whose face was starting to flush.

“I’m sorry, I don’t, uh, know what came over him. I’ll just… Hey, let go of him..! That’s rude!” Even though Lucifer’s voice turned into a whisper as he faced his snake, Angel still caught it.

As Lucifer tried to coax the snake into letting Angel go, it tightened its coil around them. “Ow, ow, hey, stop that, waitwaitwai-”

 

Finally, the snake moved. Lucifer’s hand darted down to hurriedly grip the front of his robe as it suddenly lacked a belt entirely.

Angel choked on a laugh as the snake slithered up his thigh, completely abandoning Lucifer.

“Traitor,” he heard Lucifer mutter underneath his breath.

Angel lowered his hand to pet the snake’s cheek. “Aw, I think he likes me.”

“Well, he is a reflection of my-”

As Lucifer cut himself off, Angel’s eyes turned toward him. He felt the snake move along his hand, wrapping itself around his arm. Lucifer’s face was a bright golden, something he was unable to hide even as he tried to play nonchalant behind his mug.

“Your what?”

“Nothing.”

Angel leaned closer, until they almost touched. “Mmhm, ya sure?”

“Yup-salutely.”

Angel snickered, nudging Lucifer’s shoulder. “I don’t think that’s a word.”

“It is now.”

Angel straightened up, leaning against the kitchen island. “Whatever ya say, sweetcheeks.” As he raised his hand to get a closer look at Lucifer’s snake, he heard him sputter beside him. He gently scratched its chin. “He’s cute.”

“...Thank you.”

 

As Angel glanced down at Lucifer, he couldn’t help but laugh. Lucifer was still holding on tightly to his robe with one hand, his still full mug clutched in the other.

“Ya not wearin’ anythin’ underneath that or somethin’?”

“Of course I am! I would just prefer not to show off my underwear to the entire kitchen.”

Angel glanced to where Charlie was talking animatedly with Vaggie, Husk practically asleep next to them. He turned back to Lucifer, whose face was still golden.

“Ya can borrow one’a mine, if ya want. I don’t think you’re gettin’ this one back anytime soon.”

“You have snakes?”

“Only the one.” He winked down at Lucifer, making it clear he wasn’t talking about actual snakes. It made Lucifer’s blush spread. “I’m talkin’ about belts, ya dork.”

“Oh.” Lucifer shifted his grip on his robe after another failed attempt at urging his snake to come back again. “I, uh. I’d appreciate it. Thank you.”

“Cool. Come on, follow me.”

-

As he opened the door to his room, Lucifer trailing behind him, a grin spread across his face. He stepped inside, finding the hook where his bathrobe hung.

“So what were ya gonna say back there? ‘Subconscious’?”

Lucifer’s eyes avoided his. “No, I… I’m very conscious of it.”

Angel came back to the door, the belt to his bathrobe in his hands. “So you’re sayin’ ya like me?”

“Uh, well…”

Angel looped the belt around Lucifer’s waist, tugging him closer by it as he tied it into a bow. “If I kissed ya right now, would ya be mad at me?”

As he was tugged toward him, Lucifer stood on his tiptoes, placing his hands on Angel’s arms to balance himself.

“I… wouldn’t be mad, no.”

Grin growing face-splittingly wide, Angel leaned down, staring right into Lucifer’s eyes.

He leaned forward, hands resting on Lucifer’s back. He pressed his lips to Lucifer’s, greedily taking every second Lucifer would give, feeling Lucifer’s lips move against his, his forked tongue in his mouth. He felt the vibrations of Lucifer’s groan as his hand slipped down to squeeze his ass, heard him yelp as he was hoisted off the ground.

When Lucifer broke the kiss, Angel couldn’t help a pleased smile from slipping onto his face. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Gettin’ a better kissin’ angle. You’re a lot shorter than I am, if ya haven’t noticed.”

Lucifer muttered something Angel didn’t catch.

“What was that?”

Grimacing for a moment, he met Angel’s eye again. “...I know. That’s one of the parts I like about you.”

“Like ‘em twice your size, huh?” His smile widened at Lucifer’s nod. “Shoulda known the short king’s a size queen.”

He received a light smack on the shoulder for his words. “Hey, don’t put it like that!” Then, Lucifer seemed to reconsider. “I suppose you’re not wrong though.”

 

Angel snickered, walking backwards further into his room, kicking the door shut. He dropped down onto the bed, Lucifer landing on top of him. As Lucifer hovered over him on his hands and knees, one of Angel’s hands snuck to his front, undoing the bow he had tied just minutes earlier.

As Lucifer’s robe fell open, Angel giggled at the sight of his boxers. “Ya really like ducks, huh?”

Lucifer’s cheeks grew brighter again, glowing in the dim light filtering in between Angel’s half-closed curtains. He pulled the robe around himself. “Hey, they’re cute, okay.”

Angel took his wrists in his hands, pulling Lucifer’s hands away. “And you’re cute in those.” He ran a single claw down the center of Lucifer’s chest, all the way to the waistband of his underwear. He licked his lips at the sight of the shiver that ran down Lucifer’s spine, at the way it made his eyelashes flutter. He spread his hand across his stomach, fingers circling his waist.

Bending down, Lucifer captured his lips again, back arching as Angel snuck his hand in underneath his robe to rake his claws down it.

Then, Angel’s hand pressed him closer, forcing him down until their chests were pressed against each other. As they kissed, over and over, he felt Lucifer’s hands in his hair, his own reaching for every patch of skin he could find.

As he broke the kiss, he took Lucifer’s cheeks between his hands, looking up at him. His face was flushed, his lips wet and shiny. How long had they been kissing? It felt like hours, but he knew it couldn’t have been nearly that long.

 

He pulled him close, pressing Lucifer’s face into his chest fluff. He wrapped three of his arms around him, shuffling around until he could pull his blanket over them. Once he felt the blanket settle on top of them, he wrapped his last arm around Lucifer, who rested his chin against Angel’s chest to look up at him, slipping his hand into his.

“We’re sleeping?”

“I’m sleepin’. Ya don’t gotta stay if ya don’t want to, but I’ve been workin’ all night.”

He watched Lucifer as he seemed to consider his options. “No, I’ll stay. I didn’t get to finish my coffee anyway.”

Their eyes turned toward the snake, which was slowly wrapping itself around their wrists, locking them together. It stuck out its tongue, the tip tickling Angel’s fur. He watched as Lucifer mirrored the action without even noticing.

Yeah, this guy was a fucking dork.

He hugged Lucifer closer to his chest, feeling him relax on top of him. To the soft touch of Lucifer tracing patterns into his palm, Angel drifted off to sleep.

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