Lucifer's (et al) mansion, Wednesday night

[betterthanaplan]

The post-resurrection high Duke had apparently been riding since they'd gotten back from Haven had faded, though he still felt physically better than he had in a long time. Possibly ever.

He was doing his best to maintain that physical wellbeing, even if his emotional wellbeing was slightly rockier again, and as such, very nearly ended up late to his planned date night with Lucifer, having spent longer swimming easy laps in the pool than he'd intended.

He was pretty sure Lucifer wasn't going to knock him too much for still being damp from a post-swim shower as he set the table and carefully plated the Egyptian-style fish sandwiches he'd put together for them for dinner.

The fact that he was wearing one of his favorite worn-soft old flannel shirts open over his bare chest might help, too. ;D

[for him!]

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[betterthanaplan]

Yah, Duke noticed. He was still wrapping his own head around his thoughts, though, and didn’t think he’d be able to get them out in a way that wouldn’t side-track them even further.

“Finish up,” he said instead, gesturing to Lucifer’s plate with his chin. “I threw together some basbousa for dessert.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Oooh," Lucifer said, and now his eyes were lighting up with something else. "You really felt inspired this time, didn't you?"

[betterthanaplan]

“It’s always nice to have a theme,” Duke said cheerfully. He finished off his current glass of wine. “And I know how much you like sweets.”

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled, delighted. "This is very true," he said. "Right. Hold on."

He was shoveling the rest of that sandwich into his mouth, yes.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke let out a soft chuckle at that excess and hopped up to grab the little sweet cakes he’d prepared.

No need to push anticipation here. That was what the bedroom was for, later.

[my_own_advocate]

"You spoil me," Lucifer called after him, once he'd swallowed (not dirty).

He sat back with a satisfied grin.

[betterthanaplan]

“It’s only fair. You spoil me too.” Duke set the dessert down at both their spots and dropped a kiss on Lucifer’s head from behind before going to sit again. “I haven’t actually tried this recipe before. Hopefully it came out.”

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm sure it's brilliant," Lucifer said, reaching for it greedily.

It took him only a moment to stuff a bite into his mouth.

He looked very happy about it.

[betterthanaplan]

Which got another little laugh from Duke.

“That’s what I like to see. Someone I live, enjoying they, uh. Fruits of my labor.”

[my_own_advocate]

"I always enjoy the fruits of your labor," Lucifer said, after he swallowed, and with something of a filthy grin. "I do hope you know that."

[betterthanaplan]

“Oh, you’ve made that very clear,” Duke agreed. “And it never gets old.”

[my_own_advocate]

"This is good," Lucifer said, holding up a piece of the dessert. "The whole meal, honestly. But this, especially."

It was not going to last long.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke beamed. “Good,” he said firmly. “I like getting to pamper you a little.”

[my_own_advocate]

"And you are so good at it," Lucifer said, eyes alight. "Perhaps you'd like to improve upon it by giving me some idea of where you'd like tonight to go."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke rubbed his mouth thoughtfully.

“Let’s go downstairs this time. Make good use of the big lounger. We can always bring extra pillows.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Definitely bring extra pillows," Lucifer said. He smirked. "Wouldn't want your arse to be uncomfortable."

[betterthanaplan]

“It can be a little uncomfortable,” Duke said. “But I know you like the extra softness.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Suppose we could just take off our clothes and roll around in the pillows," Lucifer teased.

[betterthanaplan]

“Isn’t that basically what we do half the time anyway?”

[my_own_advocate]

"True," Lucifer mused. "Perhaps we could go for a swim beforehand..."

[betterthanaplan]

“I am always up for a swim.”

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer-- polished off the last of the dessert. "Then let's get you out of your clothes," he said.

That waggle of his eyebrows was exaggerated, yes.