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Lucifer's mansion, Wednesday night

Duke did not have a pineapple this time. Or flowers, for that matter, though he did bring a very nice bottle of wine for Lucifer, which he left in the kitchen for him to find.

Before wandering off through the rest of the mansion, getting more of a feel for the lay of the land, so to speak, and thinking about how to get his brain to accept the place as partially his as well as Lucifer's.

His boyfriend would be happy to hear it didn't involve netting. It . . . might involve an overabundance of plants that were inappropriate to the outside climate. And possibly multiple water features.

Duke didn't tend to do things by halves any more than Lucifer did, okay? He just . . . went about it slightly differently.

When it was time for Date Night to actually begin, though, he made sure to find his way back towards the kitchen. It wouldn't do to be late, after all.

[for him!]

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“Sounds like fun. I love trying new things.”

Duke watched Lucifer move with no small amount of curiosity. He loved the ways Lucifer found to experiment with him.

"And you have a penchant for understatement," Lucifer teased. He held the length of rope in his hands as he returned. He slid onto the bed, stradling Duke's hips.

"Give me your wrists."

Lucifer straddling him, while fully clothed and Duke naked, demanding his wrists. . . .

Well, it was patently obvious to everyone present just how much Duke liked that.

He held up his hands, wrists together.

"Thank you," Lucifer said, just a touch arch.

He wound the rope around Duke's wrists, snug but tight. His fingers curled around Duke's arm and kept it there.

Once Duke's wrists were secure, he drew more loops, letting the rope pull Duke's lower arms together. He tied each loop securely in place.

Oh.

Duke let out a soft breath, eyes on the ropes now, with Lucifer's face just past them. He felt himself start to sink a little, relaxing more fully into the bed.

The voice that fussed he should be self-sufficient was fully quiet now.

He wouldn't be able to be, soon enough, would he?

Lucifer stopped at the elbow. He reached behind Duke, nudging his back up just so, and looped once around his chest. A second time, much lower. Then drew the rope back up, up over his shoulder, tying it back under that original band, and so again and again, putting painstaking focus to the whole process.

Drawing diamonds across his chest in rope, making sure each loop sat snug against his skin.

Duke moved as directed, his breath hitching up a little with each loop that Lucifer secured. He was back to watching Lucifer's face, rather than trying to stare down at his own chest.

Pressure.

Yeah. Yeah, Duke was definitely into this. And he absolutely wanted photos when Lucifer had his properly trussed.

"Sometimes I think Octavia likes her leathers for reasons like this," Lucifer murmured. He secured one knot over Duke's hip. Pulling it tight, making sure the pressure was right. "So she can truly feel it when she moves."

Duke gasped, thinking about Octavia in her leathers. About feeling snug and contained, even when things were falling apart around you.

"Yeah," he said, a bit distant. "That makes sense."

(He was processing it in his own way; he'd work his way around to the 'truly feel it when she moves' bit eventually.)

The distant tone drew a smile out of Lucifer, albeit one more contemplative.

"Comfortable?"

He'd move on to something further under the belt some other day. This was about... finding out what Duke liked.

Duke blinked, then wriggled a little. Feeling the ropes against the sensitive skin along his trunk.

"Yeah," he said. "This is good."

Lucifer let out a soft huff, something pleased in the noise. "And you look gorgeous," he said, his fingers almost reverent against Duke's skin as he traced some pointless pattern on his chest.

Duke closed his eyes, tipping his head back and focusing on everything he was feeling.

He felt . . . prized.

It was a very new, very pleasant feeling.

Lucifer's fingers drew a light path up along Duke's exposed throat.

Then he pulled his hand away. He slipped his phone out of his pocket.

Took a few pictures.

Duke whined a little at the loss of that contact. It took him a few moments to work out what Lucifer was doing, but when he did, he couldn't hold back a smile.

They were going to be beautiful.

Lucifer flipped to one of the pictures he'd taken. He pressed a gentle hand against Duke's chest, and then held the phone up in front of him.

"Look," he murmured.

Duke looked. His smile grew, and he looked at Lucifer again.

"You're an artist."

"When given the right canvas," Lucifer said, mouth curving. He set the phone aside, and slid both of his hands up and down Duke's chest. "How do you feel?"

Duke arched his back a little, stretching his neck.

"Good," he said thoughtfully. "Like . . . contained. If that makes sense?"

"It does."

Octavia said the same about her leathers - though Lucifer wasn't about to go into further detail about it.

His mouth curved further. "Now I'm going to put my mouth on you," he murmured, "And when I'm satisfied with you, I'm going to screw you into the mattress."

He gave the rope a firm tug.

Duke gave a delighted laugh. "Yes," he said. "Please."

And that was exactly what they did, until Duke was gasping and quivering in his bonds, far, far beyond any self-consciousness.

And when that was done, and Duke was a puddle held in place by ropes, Lucifer stretched out beside him on the bed. Not unlike a big cat.

"Mm, well, that worked out."

Duke hummed his agreement. Words would be something he could do again later. He turned his head to press his cheek affectionately against Lucifer's.

"Good?" Lucifer teased.

He didn't expect an answer. He just slid his hand up to caress Duke's cheek,

Duke's second hum had a bit more confirmation in it. As did the firmer nuzzle that came with it.

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