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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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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"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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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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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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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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"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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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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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.

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my_own_advocate

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.

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betterthanaplan

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.

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my_own_advocate

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.

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betterthanaplan

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

"You're an artist."

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my_own_advocate

"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?"

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betterthanaplan

Duke arched his back a little, stretching his neck.

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

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my_own_advocate

"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.

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betterthanaplan

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.

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my_own_advocate

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."

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betterthanaplan

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.

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my_own_advocate

"Good?" Lucifer teased.

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

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betterthanaplan

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

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer kissed his cheek. Gently.

"I'm going to go clean you up," he murmured. "Give me a moment."

He tried to disturb Duke as little as possible, as he slid out of the bed.

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betterthanaplan

Duke sighed as Lucifer pulled away, but otherwise lay where he'd ended up. Patiently waiting to be taken care of.

(By choice. That was key, wasn't it. He wasn't being useless here, he was giving himself over on purpose.

And it was amazing.)