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For some reason, it has ended up as Dan’s responsibility to inform Lucifer of the meeting that will take place in a couple of hours from now.
He had argued that Lucifer is Chloe’s partner, and therefore she should be the one to tell him. To call him and tell him not to be late for this because it’s a compulsory meeting for everyone to brush up on the ‘proper workplace behavior’.
So basically this was a meeting for Lucifer, but the Lieutenant said everyone should attend to make it seem like he’s not being singled out. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to have a reminder.
Turns out it does hurt. Daniel does not particularly care for his ex-wife’s partner, and he definitely doesn’t want to speak to him voluntarily. Still, Chloe had asked him to because apparently she’s too busy to do it herself, and if he doesn’t tell Lucifer to be here on time this morning, he won’t turn up until noon.
He presses on the name titled ‘Lucifer Morningstar’ in his phone contacts and sits back in his chair as it rings.
“Hello?”
“Lucifer, hey,”
“Oh, hello Daniel, I didn’t expect you to be calling me.” he says.
“Yeah, well, me neither,” Dan says. “Chloe told me to call you.”
“Whatever for?”
“There’s this mandatory meeting at the precinct in an hour or so. Chloe said to tell you now or you won’t be here in time.”
“And is this meeting mandatory for everyone or are consultants, say, considered to be exempt?”
“Nope. It’s for everyone. You should be here now , actually, where are you?” he adds when he checks his watch.
“I’m at Lux, detective. Last night’s company is, well, this morning’s company too.”
Dan rolls his eyes and sits forward, leaning his elbows on the desk and trying his best to power through.
“Yeah, I probably could’ve guessed,” he says.
“I’m sure they can entertain themselves for a couple hours while I attend this meeting,” Lucifer says.
“Wait, I thought you were talking about one person?”
He can hear Lucifer’s laugh through the phone.
“Daniel,” he starts. “Orgies do tend to work best with multiple people.”
“Okay,” he pinches the bridge of his nose and tries not to think about things too much. There’s really no surprise Lucifer’s hosting an orgy, even on a weeknight. “Just…nevermind, when can you be here?”
“One second, Daniel,” Lucifer says. Dan hears some shuffling, an apology and goodbye, and then the phone starts beeping. Dan takes it away from his ear and checks it, dropping it on the desk when he reads ‘reconnecting’.
Typical of Lucifer’s elevator to not have any signal, Dan assumes. You would’ve thought that the rich guy with everything would have thought of installing something like that, but apparently not.
Just as Dan loses hope of the call ever connecting, the line goes dead before he can press ‘hang up’.
He picks the phone up and is about to ring Lucifer back when a voice from behind him scares him shitless.
“No need, Daniel, I’m right here.” Lucifer says.
Dan turns around in his chair and yes, Lucifer is indeed right there . He’s got a charcoal suit on with a dark blue shirt, and it looks almost metallic in the fluorescent light of the precinct. The bastard looks good, he always does, not that he would never admit it. Not even to himself.
Lucifer clearly has no objections to being eye-fucked. He knows he looks good, of course he does, and Dan doesn’t know if he wants to punch Lucifer or kiss him.
“How did you get here so fast?” He tries to start a conversation so they can move away from the awkward sexual tension.
“Simple. My wings have returned, so I may as well make full use of them before Dad decides to remove them like some kind of fashionable accessory.”
“Whatever man,” Dan says. “You don’t have to lie about where you were, but if it makes you feel better then go for it.”
“I didn’t lie,” Lucifer says, outraged. Dan has heard Lucifer claim one too many times that he never lies, but there’s no possible way for him to be here right now if he had been at Lux a minute ago. “I never lie. You should know that by now.”
“Look, man, it doesn’t matter anyway. You’re here now and that’s all I was asked to do. The meeting won’t be for another hour so why don’t you go and bother Chloe instead? Some of us actually have work to do.”
Lucifer remains silent, but also doesn’t move away from Dan’s desk. He even goes as far as to pull a seat up and sit down beside the desk, which is pretty much the last thing Dan wants.
“Or, you know, make yourself comfortable.” he whispers to himself, but the look on Lucifer’s face makes him think he heard.
“Daniel,” Lucifer starts. “We’re friends, yes?”
Dan doesn’t really know how to respond to that. He turns away from the monitor and looks at the self-proclaimed devil.
“I have no idea, Lucifer. You make it very clear that you don’t like me, and I don’t really like you either, so I’m gonna say no.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Lucifer asks, and at first Dan thinks he’s just taking the piss, but he does seem genuinely confused.
“You insult me all the time, you call me useless, you make my life a living hell by being better than me in literally every way,” Dan starts well, but lapses into a more jealous rant. “You’re rich and hot, even at…whatever age you are. You do tons of drugs all the time and practically whatever you want. You work better with Chloe in one year of partnership than I did in ten years of marriage. In everyone’s eyes, you're a perfect man, and you go out of your way to remind me that I’m not every time you’re near me. Does that answer your question?”
Dan turns back to his monitor and pretends to fill out police forms - not that Lucifer would know he’s not doing it correctly - and waits for him to say something.
“You’re serious,” Lucifer says. “You truly don’t like me.”
“I wonder what gave you that idea,” Dan says. “And you keep saying you’re the Devil. I don't know what that’s about, whether you’re an actor or suffer with delusions, but honestly, if you were the actual Devil, it would probably make it better.”
Lucifer seems even more confused than last time.
“How so?”
“Well, all your weird behavior would make sense. The times you’ve miraculously lived after being shot. The day drinking, the drugs, the playboy life whilst also working for the LAPD. If you weren’t human, I wouldn’t have to worry so much about you being…”
“Being what?”
“Better than me.” Dan laughs dryly and turns away. He stands from his desk and takes his cup over to the kitchen for more coffee and just as he places the mug down, Lucifer has a hand on his jacket sleeve and is dragging him into the evidence lockup.
“Hey, what the hell, man?”
“Daniel, if what you say is true,” Lucifer starts. “That you really would prefer it if I were the Devil, then I can prove it to you and you won’t run away, correct?”
Dan puts his cup down on an empty shelf and folds his arms. Is Lucifer willing to show proof that he’s the actual Devil? Actors or delusional people don’t tend to offer that, right?
“I mean, yeah. But it’s bullshit, right? That’s why you’re in therapy. God, you don’t know how much better it would be if it was real.”
“That’s the thing, Detective. It is real, and if you’d let me, I can show you. I just…”
“What?” Dan asks when Lucifer doesn’t finish.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Emotionally, that is.” he adds when Dan takes a small step back.
“Show me,” Dan says quickly. “Please. If it’s true, I want to know. I…I need to know.”
“Very well.” Lucifer says. “Now, I can’t show you my Devil face, because I don’t have it anymore.”
“Devil face?” Dan asks with as much confusion as Lucifer had been feeling.
“Yes,” Lucifer takes a minute to think. “That face is a physical representation of my self-hatred. I felt like a monster and so I became one. But recently, I haven’t felt like that, hence why I don't have it now.”
Dan doesn’t really know how to respond to that.
“Okay, we’ll come back to that later,” he says. “If you prove to me that you are who you say you are. You said you flew here, right?”
“I did. And that’s what I’ll do, Daniel, if you’re willing.”
“Yeah,” he breathes. “Show me.”
Lucifer nods and stands back a little, moving into the center of the room. There’s a flash of white from behind Lucifer and Dan thinks there might be lightning outside, but there’s no rain and it doesn’t disappear. He refocuses his eyes and realizes that, holy shit, this man has wings.
“Holy shit, Lucifer,” He takes them in; how soft the feathers look, how pure they seem, how angelic . He realizes why Lucifer stepped back, because they’re large. Even with this space, Lucifer still managed to knock a couple things from their place on the shelves onto the floor.
If Dan had thought Lucifer looked hot earlier, he has no words for how he looks now. The dark blue shirt and gray suit look even better with the stark contrast of his wings. He wonders if Lucifer has to plan his outfits to not just look good alone, but also if he were to, for some reason, have his wings out.
Dan steps forward, closer to Lucifer, and holds his hand out. “Can I…?” He asks hesitantly, not wanting to do anything without Lucifer’s consent.
Lucifer nods, giving permission for Dan to touch them. They’re softer than he thought, and they don’t feel like that of a bird. Bird feathers are soft, sure, but rather stiff, and tend to be clumped together and not well-kept after because, well, they’re birds. Lucifer’s are clearly well looked after - or are they naturally like that? - and the thin branches part delicately under his hand.
Dan feels along the surface and marvels at the sensation of the muscles moving and relaxing due to his touch. There’s a sudden pressure against his shoulder and he looks down, realizing Lucifer has curled his wing and placed it against Dan’s body.
He’s never felt so comfortable around Lucifer, which is odd, seeing as how he knows now he’s the Devil. The real Devil.
“It’s real,” he breathes, breaking the silence. “That’s such a relief.” He says, laughing. This he says more to himself than anything, but of course Lucifer hears him. Supernatural hearing? Perhaps.
“I’ve never expected this reaction before, Daniel,” Lucifer says. “I always assumed humans would turn and flee at the sight.”
“Why would I? You’re…they’re beautiful.” he tries to save himself from the fact he nearly complimented Lucifer himself. “Can you turn around?”
Lucifer gives a puzzled look but complies nonetheless, folding his wings in as much as possible without putting them away in order to fully turn.
Dan runs his hand along Lucifer’s back, over the protrusions where his wings stem from his body. Somehow they go through his clothes without ripping them, and Dan can’t figure out if it’s the wings or the clothes that are ‘magic’. He figures it’s the wings.
“You can fly?” he asks, and he feels stupid when the words come out of his mouth.
“I can,” Lucifer says, not insulting Daniel for the stupidity. “Us angels become sort of astral beings when we fly. Sometimes. When we want to.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means we aren’t corporeal when we fly, we don’t have a physical body. Humans can’t see us, and we can get through physical objects such as walls. We can choose to fly corporeally, though. It’s rather funny when my siblings forget they can’t fly through things and end up crashing into something. Amenadiel hit a bridge once, and I haven’t let him forget it. And a goose. Highlight of my day.”
Dan laughs, and he figures something out.
“So are your wings partially astral then? Because they can get through your clothes without tearing them, but I can still see and feel them.”
“I hadn’t thought about it. I suppose you’re right, yes.”
“Are all angels’ wings like this?” Dan asks.
“All our wings work this way, yes. But our wings are all different visually,” Lucifer says, turning back around so he’s facing Dan and folds his wings away completely. Dan hopes he’ll see them again at some point. “Mine are the only ones that are this color, if that’s what you’re wondering. Ironic that the Devil has the purest wings of all the angels, isn’t it? My siblings and I never understood why.”
“Maybe it’s because of your roles,” Dan says. He knows Lucifer had previously been the Lightbringer, so perhaps that has something to do with it. “Maybe your wings are a reflection on your old job - before running Hell, I mean.”
Lucifer considers this.
“My, Daniel, you’re full of explanations today, aren't you?” Lucifer says, smiling. Dan returns it, happy that he’s helped Lucifer in some way. He tries to think of something else to say, but struggles. It’s a fairly heavy subject for this time of morning.
“We, uh, should probably get to that meeting,” Dan says eventually.
“Yes, of course,” Lucifer holds his hand out and gestures for him to leave first. “Oh, and Daniel?”
“Yeah?” He stops in the doorway of the lockup.
“Does this mean we’re friends?” Lucifer asks.
Dan thinks about it, and nods. “Yeah.”
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In the briefing room, Dan chooses a seat at the far back of the room. People have started to gather in here to talk before the meeting starts, and the speaker is up front with his notes. There are two seats at the very back, so he figures he won’t have to sit next to anyone. Ella will be somewhere near the front with a couple other forensics guys, Chloe and Lucifer will be in the middle somewhere next to each other, Maze is off hunting some bounty somewhere and won't be here for it.
He sits down and adjusts the desk in front of him so it’s closer. Each row of chairs has a long collection of desks in front, for people to have their drinks or paper or laptops on in case they’re taking notes, or just doing regular police work during it. His isn’t exactly a ‘row’, more just a couple chairs littered near the back as spares. It’s quiet and away from the main group, so Dan can spend the meeting half listening and half inside his own head, with knowledge of Lucifer and God and celestials occupying his every thought.
The main thing he feels is a sense of relief. He doesn’t have to feel tense around Lucifer anymore, doesn’t have to worry about not being good enough, about not being ‘perfect’.
“Hello, Daniel,” a voice sounds from behind him and Dan turns around to see Lucifer pulling the other seat out and sitting down in it.
“I didn’t think you’d wanna sit next to me,” Dan says. “You’re Chloe’s partner, shouldn’t you be over with her?”
“Yes, you’d think so, wouldn’t you?”
“Um, yeah. That’s why I said it.”
“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Lucifer says. “You seemed to take the celestial stuff well, yes, but there’s every chance you could have been pretending.”
“Yeah,” Dan tells him. “I’m pretty good actually. What I said was the truth. I’m relieved to know it’s all real. I don’t have to feel tense or uncomfortable around you anymore, we can be friends.”
“Okay, and you’re absolutely sure?”
“I promise you,” Dan turns in his seat to properly address the devil beside him. “I’m fine.” he smiles, happy that Lucifer is concerned for him, and the angel nods his head, finally taking him at his word.
Everyone files into the briefing room shortly after and once they’ve all sat down, the speaker begins.
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It starts normally. They’re sitting listening to the important reminders on the standards in the workplace, which includes anything from littering to having sex. They specifically focus on the sexual side of things, making it very clear that it is not permitted to be engaging in any kind of sexual activities in the precinct. They’ve never had to focus on sexual rules in the workplace before Lucifer showed up. Not that Dan’s implying anything.
About ten minutes into the meeting, Dan feels Lucifer’s leg against his own. It’s subtle, there’s not much to it. He’s simply taking a bit more room for himself, and so Dan allows him to have it. He moves his leg slightly so it isn’t touching Lucifer’s, giving him some space.
About a minute this lasts for, until the devil moves his leg further over and rests against Dan’s again. He gives in and just accepts that this is how they’ll be sitting for now, and doesn’t think more of it. He listens to the speaker drone on about tidying the kitchen when you use it.
Another ten minutes or so passes. Or what feels like it, with Lucifer so close to him. It might have been a couple minutes, or seconds.
Lucifer has his hand resting on his own leg. It’s far too close to Dan for him to be able to ignore it and focus, so his attention is completely on Lucifer, despite his eyes still tracking the speaker.
Lucifer’s hand inches closer to Dan’s leg, stopping when he’s touching the man. Dan swallows as Lucifer strokes the back of his hand against his thigh in an up-down rhythm, the warmth and physical contact sending a thrill through his body.
What kind of thrill it is, that’s a different question.
Dan’s next inhale is a little different as Lucifer slides his hand down to the inside of his thigh. Some part of him has no idea what is going on, another part knows exactly what’s going on, and another is torn between getting him to stop and allowing him to continue. His mind is a mess of contradictions and he doesn’t know how to convey to Lucifer that he has no idea what he wants.
Lucifer can sense Daniel’s unease and shifts closer to him to whisper in his ear.
“I can help you to relax, Daniel, if you’ll let me,” he says, his voice barely audible to anyone around them. “Tell me to stop if you don’t like it. Please.”
That right there, that’s Dan’s out if he wants to take it. There are a million reasons why he should say the word, a million voices in his head telling him to stop. But then again, there’s a much larger part of Dan that likes the idea of where this is headed. He likes the feeling of having Lucifer’s hand so close to his slightly growing erection. He wants to relax, like Lucifer claims he can help with.
His mind slows and comes to a stop, and one answer is remaining - he wants this. Dan gives a quick nod and places his hand over Lucifer’s, slowly moving him further up his leg and stopping when he’s cupping the slightly visible bulge in his jeans.
It takes Dan holding his breath to avoid moaning in the middle of the briefing room. Lucifer squeezes him, applying pressure and then cutting it off. He quickly pulls the table slightly forward so it’s covering Dan’s lap from the view of anyone other than the two of them.
Dan glances over at Lucifer for a split second, attempting to study his expression. He’s not even looking at Dan, his attention seemingly focused directly ahead of him, at the speaker. There aren’t any deviations to his usual appearance that gives away what they’re doing.
Dan looks straight ahead of him and pretends to listen to the meeting, trying his best to muffle any sounds that he makes when Lucifer’s grip tightens. He massages his hand against Dan’s dick, rolling his palm into him to bring him closer to the edge and then letting go, allowing him a moment to cool down.
Dan looks around the room, paranoid that someone might be watching or someone might see. At the same time, the thought that anyone can look over and see them like this is hot, and so Dan doesn’t try and dwell on his anxieties and just allows himself to enjoy it.
Lucifer has him very hard and flustered in under five minutes. Dan nearly thrusts his hips up into Lucifer's hand when he moves away but manages to keep a hold of himself. Still, he misses the warmth and pressure against his erection and desperately wishes Lucifer would put his hand back.
Lucifer doesn’t look down to see what he’s doing at all, not even when he moves to undo Dan’s jeans, not when he slides his hand underneath Dan’s underwear and not when he takes his dick out.
Thankfully the table has enough height on it so there’s space for Dan’s dick to be fully hard underneath it. Lucifer rubs in small circles around the tip, gathering his precum and lubing his dick with it. Dan digs his nails into the underside of the table to keep from moaning and screws his eyes shut, opening them a minute later when he realizes he needs to keep an eye out for people looking over in their direction.
He catches Lucifer looking down briefly, not hiding his interest any longer, and Dan doesn’t mind the attention. He finds that he likes it a lot, coming from Lucifer.
Dan trusts that Lucifer will be able to get him off without other people seeing. So far, it’s gone pretty well. But he hasn’t properly begun to touch Dan yet, and seeing as how he’s already struggling to keep quiet, he doesn’t know how they can possibly continue.
Lucifer answers his question by gently and lightly stroking down his erection. His grip is loose but pleasurable, and the arousal isn’t the clench-your-fists-so-your-knuckles-go-white, desperate-for-release kind. It’s a less frantic and easy-going kind, and Dan sinks back into his seat and releases his grip on the table.
Lucifer had been correct in saying he could help Dan relax.
Dan’s breathing is still a little ragged and unsettled, but he can’t help that. It’s not obvious enough so that people can hear the difference, so he doesn’t panic. Lucifer gives a tight squeeze on his next downstroke and Dan’s eyes fall shut again, and this time he keeps them closed as long as he likes.
Lucifer picks up speed. He brings him nearer to climax without heightening Dan’s desperation and without increasing pressure and becoming too frantic. It’s fairly slow paced and calm still, and Dan doesn’t know how Lucifer manages to keep it that way. He’s an angel, Dan has to remind himself. Of course he can.
Dan glances over to watch Lucifer as he uses his other hand to take a pen out of his jacket pocket. Confusion settles over Dan as he watches Lucifer drop the pen on the floor, and it rolls to rest beside Dan’s foot.
He leans over to Dan’s ear.
“I seem to have dropped my pen,” he starts, his voice sultry and deep even whilst whispering. “Give me one moment, Daniel.”
Lucifer’s hand leaves Dan’s erection while he leans down underneath the table to pick up the pen. He lingers for a moment, before angling his head slightly and licking up Dan’s dick.
Daniel has to choke his moan down and suffocate it inside his throat, his hands flying back to the table for purchase. Lucifer sucks around the tip and teases a little more before removing his mouth and sitting back up properly.
“Got it,” He says at normal volume, causing only a couple heads to turn and look their way. Thankfully no one seems to notice anything unusual and they turn back to face the front. Lucifer tucks the pen away inside his jacket and takes Dan in his hand again, the extra wetness providing more lube for him to go faster.
Dan can feel how close he is, and he wants to warn Lucifer or tell him to stop, because how will he stay silent during an orgasm? But before he can do anything, he feels himself letting go, his climax hitting him in a way he’s never felt before.
He doesn’t moan or thrust his hips or make a noise or anything. It’s completely silent, wrecking through his body and making him freeze up. His eyes are screwed shut and his breathing has stopped for the moment and the pleasure courses through him and he feels so alive with it. Lucifer carries him through his orgasm, watching as it spills a little over Dan’s jeans but mostly over Lucifer’s hand.
Dan exhales heavily but quietly when he’s finished and blinks open his eyes to examine the room. Still, not a single person looks their way. No one had noticed the entire time Lucifer had been getting him off.
Lucifer takes his hand away and uses his pocket square to wipe away the evidence of their activities. He cleans the small amount off of Dan’s jeans, too, before putting the square into an inside pocket. Dan has to give himself a moment to recover, waiting for his dick to soften before pulling his jeans and underwear back up.
They sit in silence for the rest of the meeting, not paying any attention to the speaker. Dan had lost focus half an hour ago. It ends roughly ten minutes later anyway, and everyone stands to leave the briefing room. Dan is eager to get away, to spend a moment composing himself in the bathroom and properly processing what the fuck has just happened.
He doesn’t get the chance. Instead, Lucifer leads him by the sleeve (for the second time today) into the elevator and presses the button for the garage.
“Lucifer, what-” he doesn’t get to finish. The doors have closed, and Lucifer brings their bodies together and presses his mouth to Dan’s, trapping him in a heated kiss against the wall. Dan doesn’t fight it, allowing Lucifer to take control and do what he wants for the moment.
Dan brings his hands up to Lucifer’s hair and pulls, feeling a hell of a lot more desperate now than he had been five seconds ago. Lucifer grinds against Dan, and it’s only now that Dan realizes just how hard Lucifer is. He must have been like that the whole meeting and Dan just hadn’t noticed.
“Fuck, Lucifer,” Dan breathes when they pull apart, Lucifer leaning down to Dan’s neck to kiss and bite him. Dan loves every second of it.
“That’s the plan,” Lucifer quips, sending more images into Dan’s brain by pressing his dick harder against Dan’s steadily growing erection. Dan moans freely now, rolling his hips to gain more friction.
“You want me to fuck you?” Dan asks. “Here?”
“Yes,” Lucifer says, one arm around Dan’s shoulder, the other reaching down to rub the bulge in Dan’s jeans. “Is that alright?”
“Yeah,” Dan says, his voice uneven. He groans when Lucifer presses his hand against him, nearly whining too at the loss when he moves away. The doors have opened and Dan follows Lucifer mindlessly into the garage, not at all aware of anything other than the angel in front of him, who he’s about to fuck. Holy shit.
Lucifer takes him to the far back of the garage, in one corner, where his corvette is conveniently parked.
“You definitely planned for this,” Dan says.
“There was an opportunity and I took it,” Lucifer says. “But if you would prefer to think of it that way, yes. I planned for this.”
Before Dan can offer a response, Lucifer backs him against the wall in front of the corvette, kissing him passionately and grinding down against him.
Lucifer reaches a hand down and grabs Dan’s erection through his jeans. Dan’s head falls back against the wall and he groans, thrusting his hips into Lucifer’s touch. He opens Dan’s jeans and slides them down, giving his erection a few quick strokes before kneeling.
“Lucifer…” Dan breathes. He’d only had Lucifer’s mouth on him briefly, so now is his chance to experience the full extent of what Lucifer is capable of.
“Relax, Daniel.” Lucifer says before sliding his tongue up Dan’s dick. He slides Dan into his mouth and sucks hard. Usually he would take his time when performing orally on his partners, but Daniel has already come once, and this isn’t even the main event.
Dan runs his fingers through Lucifer’s hair and guides his head in the motion and speed he wants. He closes his eyes from the pleasure but they soon snap back open, worriedly looking around the garage for any sign of commotion.
There is, of course, nobody around. Even if they were to have separate company down here, they most likely would go unnoticed, since Lucifer has specifically chosen this back corner for this reason.
That makes Dan think; did Lucifer know Dan would enjoy this? He is the devil, after all, but how would he have known Dan’s exact kinks and what gets him off? Or had it been pure coincidence?
He figures it probably isn’t a coincidence, and allows his eyes to fall shut again. He relaxes against the wall - as much as he can, what with the rough stone pressing against his bare skin - and allows Lucifer to take more control by also relaxing the grip his hand had on the devil’s head.
Lucifer brings one of his hands up to Dan’s bare ass and strokes the skin there before significantly tightening his grip and Dan moans. He does desperately want to feel Lucifer inside of him, but he knows that can happen some other time. Right now, Lucifer wants Dan to fuck him, and he needs to see that desire through, what with that image burning into his mind since the elevator.
Dan feels himself getting dangerously close and moves his hand to Lucifer’s shoulder to gesture to stop.
“Lucifer, if you want me to fuck you, you gotta stop.”
Lucifer does pull off, but not without looking up at Daniel and smirking. Dan’s erection is hard against his stomach, wet with precum and saliva and desperate for some kind of relief. Dan feels a little vulnerable as he stands there, half undressed in the sub-level of the precinct, with Lucifer (now) standing fully clothed, watching him intently. But one glance down at Lucifer’s crotch and he sees that the devil is in a very similar state to Dan.
Lucifer reaches down and grips his dick through his trousers, and the way Lucifer looks at Dan as he does makes him think it isn’t for his own benefit, but for Dan’s.
Dan doesn’t want to spend any longer denying himself pleasure and moves away from the wall, taking Lucifer in a heated kiss while he uses the closeness to pull the angel’s trousers down. Of course he isn’t wearing any underwear, and so Dan takes Lucifer’s dick in his hand and strokes him frantically while biting the skin below his jawline.
Clearly the sensation affects Lucifer in some way, if not in the form of pain, because he moans and wraps his own hand around Dan’s to jerk himself off faster.
Dan uses his free hand to undo the buttons on Lucifer’s shirt. It’s a small struggle, but he gets the damn thing open. He lifts his head from Lucifer’s shoulder and takes in the view of both Lucifer’s chest and dick. Dan feels his hand along the defined muscles, wanting to touch every part of him.
He removes his hand from the devil’s erection and takes him by the waist to spin him around and push him roughly over the hood of the corvette. He’d heard multiple times that Lucifer, unlike some, could take sex rough (which makes sense when you realise he’s the devil), so Dan is more than happy to treat him as such.
Dan tugs Lucifer’s trousers down below his ass and places his dick against him. Lucifer moans beneath him and grinds against Dan, and the extra stimulation on his dick is incredible. Dan moves his hand and goes to prepare Lucifer, but stops. Part of ‘rough’ would include going straight in, no? And Lucifer likes that.
Dan pushes his dick straight into Lucifer’s tight ass and they both moan, the sound of Lucifer whining bringing Dan more pleasure and, of course, some element of pride. He does still pause, though, not wanting to proceed if Lucifer is in pain.
“You good man? Should I slow down?”
“No,” Lucifer says, pushing his hips back into Dan and causing him to slide in further. Dan groans as the heat wraps around him. “Keep going.”
Dan can barely process the words Lucifer's spoken. His mind has become too blurred with feelings of arousal and desperation and he has to do something, he just can’t quite figure out what.
Dan blindly takes a stronger hold of Lucifer’s waist and slowly pulls back, before slamming into him at a speed that he wouldn’t be able to use on someone who isn’t a celestial. Not at this early stage, anyway.
Dan thrusts in again, hitting a spot inside Lucifer that causes him to lean on the corvette with his head buried in his arms. Dan isn’t having this.
On the next thrust in, Dan grabs Lucifer by his hair and pulls his head up.
“Wanna hear you,” he groans into Lucifer’s ear, before reaching down with his other hand to stroke the devil’s erection. Dan strokes in time with his thrusts, and Lucifer lets out the most vulgar moan Dan’s heard in all his life. Whether part of it had been intentional or not, Dan doesn’t care.
He lets go of Lucifer’s hair but he doesn’t drop back to his arms. Dan picks up speed and pounds into him, desperately trying to bring Lucifer to his climax. He, right now, wants nothing more than to see the devil come beneath him.
Dan continues stroking Lucifer’s dick, knowing how close he is. He can feel how close Lucifer is to finishing, physically and also through the sound of his moans. Dan knows he won’t last much longer, either, and strives to make sure Lucifer finishes first.
Dan changes the angle at which he’s thrusting and jerks on Lucifer’s dick faster, and Lucifer lets out a choked moan. He’s holding back; of course he is.
“Lucifer,” Dan groans. “Come for me. Let go. Come while I’m fucking your ass.”
“Oh- fuck,” Lucifer groans and his head falls onto his arms. Dan continues to fuck the devil whilst also jerking him off as he comes, feeling the climax of the man beneath him play out for a good minute or so.
Dan feels Lucifer’s body go limp after his orgasm finishes and he stops his hips, prepared to pull out and finish himself off some other way. Before he can fully pull out, though, Lucifer turns his head.
“Keep going,” He says.
“You sure?”
“Absolutely. I want to feel you come inside me.”
Dan groans at his words and complies. It only takes a few more seconds before Dan feels himself letting go, his eyes screwing shut and white hot pleasure falling over him for the second time today.
Lucifer clenches his ass around Dan’s dick and he feels a whole new wave of his orgasm wash over him. It’s tight and warm in a way he’s not felt for a very long time, and Lucifer is so damn hot and they’re still in public. Oh God, we’re in public.
But he doesn’t feel worried or anxious about it anymore. As his orgasm continues, the thought of someone walking down and seeing them only heightens his pleasure. He almost wants that to happen.
Dan feels his orgasm dying down after what feels like an eternity and he collapses on top of Lucifer’s back. He realizes now just how tired he is, but he can’t stay here forever. He has to go back to work at some point.
Dan lifts his body upright and pulls out. The slight twitch of Lucifer’s dick against Dan’s hand doesn’t go unnoticed. He doesn’t dare collapse onto the corvette, instead backs up and leans against the wall. Lucifer moves shortly after, and Dan watches as he adjusts his suit; smoothing out the wrinkles in his jacket, adjusting his shirt, pulling his trousers up and fixing the belt, finally tucking his shirt in and looking for all the world like he’s about to attend a meeting.
Daniel, however, does not; with his dick still out, flushed face and sweat-soaked clothes, he looks like he’s just spent the last half hour fucking the civilian consultant.
Lucifer smiles.
“You look awful.” He says.
“Thanks, man. That’s helpful.” Dan scoffs and turns away from Lucifer, pulling his jeans up.
“I’m just teasing, Daniel,” Lucifer steps towards him and places his hands on the detective’s shoulders. He initiates a gentle, more relaxed kiss this time, unlike their previous ones which had been heavy with lust.
Lucifer pulls away and studies Dan’s face for a moment.
“Feel free to come by Lux anytime, Detective,” He says, the suggestion in his words accompanied by a smile and a pat to Dan’s arm.
He turns away and heads back towards the elevator, leaving Dan by the wall, wondering what the fuck has just happened.