betterthanaplan | 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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betterthanaplan

Duke felt a little ridiculous about how nice that care felt. But he shoved it ruthlessly aside.

Lucifer liked doing it, and he liked having it done. All his macho self-reliance crap was getting deliberately and firmly shoved into a back corner of his mind.

Right now, he wanted to be entirely Lucifer's. He caught Lucifer's hand as he finished laying his head on the pillow and pressed a kiss to his palm.

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my_own_advocate

Duke had no judgment to fear here. Another small smile touched on Lucifer's face as Duke's lips touched his skin.

"Just lay comfortably, darling," he said softly. "I'm going to take care of your clothes."

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betterthanaplan

"Yes, please," Duke said. He let go of Lucifer's hand and stretched his arms out, ready to shift as needed to assist in the clothing removal process. His eyes on Lucifer's face the whole time.

Learning to let himself feel loved without pushing it away or questioning.

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my_own_advocate

And Lucifer, for his part, made an effort: to let his hands be firm but loving as he undid the buttons of Duke's shirt, to touch his chest and let those touches linger, to take care with the fabric as he pushed the shirt over Duke's shoulders.

"There we are," he murmured, brushing a kiss to the center of Duke's chest.

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betterthanaplan

"Here I am," Duke agreed, arching into the touch. "Do you want me to return the favor?"

His instinct was to do so. But his instincts on this front were notoriously terrible, so.

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my_own_advocate

"No," Lucifer said, his hands stroking down Duke's chest. Slow. With great care. "Let me worry about everything."

He found the fly of Duke's trousers.

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betterthanaplan

"Okay," Duke said, still watching Lucifer work.

Letting himself just lie back and breathe.

(Lucifer would have no trouble telling how much, physically, Duke was enjoying this.)

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my_own_advocate

Certainly not after Lucifer slid the trousers down his legs. He was careful about that, too: both to remove them intact, and to... avoid touching Duke anywhere he might have been interested.

He folded the trousers and set them aside.

Then he sat down on the edge of the bed, and looked Duke over from head to toe. "Beautiful."

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betterthanaplan

Ohhh, that was quite mean.

Duke liked it.

He stretched again, smiling up at Lucifer. "Yours."

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my_own_advocate

The continuing theme of these past few weeks.

Lucifer reached up and touched Duke's cheek. "Yes," he said, and ran his fingertips down, along Duke's throat, down his chest, and then-- however briefly-- over his length. "You are."

His smile widened.

"Ropes," he said. And got up.

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betterthanaplan

Duke let out a noise equal parts moan and laugh. “Ropes,” he agreed.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer winked. "I think I'll see how you feel about pressure, this time," he said, going to the cabinet with the ropes inside. "Less restraint, more... well, you'll see."

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betterthanaplan

“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.

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my_own_advocate

"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."

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betterthanaplan

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.

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my_own_advocate

"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.

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betterthanaplan

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.

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my_own_advocate

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.

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betterthanaplan

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.

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my_own_advocate

"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."

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betterthanaplan

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.)

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my_own_advocate

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.

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betterthanaplan

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

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

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my_own_advocate

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.

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betterthanaplan

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.