*lydia beetlejuice voice* Gay Dads,

[wolfetracks]

WHO: Clamor, Sidney, Lucifer
WHAT: the gay dad polycule content you want to see
WHEN: the month of August
WHERE: Various Locations
WARNINGS: Excessive flirting, coping with severe injury, discussions of the shit in missions, more tba

 

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[carpevinum]

[Lucifer is, frankly, not a subtle man. ...not all demons are like this, but you know what, some of his brothers might be a little like this. Lucifer's only really like this when he enjoys someone a little too much.

Let him indulge a bit. It's been a rough few months, and now there's an extremely cute man in front of him who he cannot resist. Were they not in a group back during the mission, he might've upped the clingy factor to eleven.]

My charm hardly exceeds yours. You're an intelligent man with a sense of responsibility, and you have the prettiest green eyes I've ever seen. It's difficult to look away from you. It's difficult to not wish to spoil you rotten, too. You'll have to forgive me for being unable to stay away.

[That hand stays under Clamor's chin, eyes carefully scanning his face for a reaction. Has Clamor ever been kissed before? Hm... Would that be too forward of him? He'll save it for the time being. Teasing is more in Lucifer's wheelhouse.]

[sunstead]

[He's absolutely indulging him... maybe a little too much, he thinks, as the compliments start piling on. It's not that he's never been praised before, either for his smarts or his appearance, but it's hard to feel like he deserves this much affection when he's hardly done anything new.

He brings his own hand up to Lucifer's, gently touching his wrist but not forcing him to let go. He hesitates, clearly nervous, a hint of anxious longing in his tone.]

You... don't have to stay away. If you don't want to.

[if he wants to. Clamor wouldn't mind it.

he's not even sure what he's asking for, really, to what degree Lucifer wants him. but it's hard to think of a request he'd say no to in this moment. just being wanted, without the usual caveats...]

[carpevinum]

[Oh by the nine hells, his heart — how does one man have Lucifer so smitten, exactly? He's not the sort of demon to fall for people so easily, and yet.

Yet.]

I won't, then. You have my word.

[It's a promise, subtly whispered perhaps a little too close to Clamor's lips for comfort, shortly before Lucifer backs off slightly. Acknowledging the fingertips on his wrist, though, he doesn't exactly withdraw his hand — some part of him doesn't want to. Another part thinks he should've just sealed the promise with a kiss and gotten it over with, but Lucifer doesn't want to be too pushy at the same time.

He hears that anxiousness. He knows better than to test his luck.]

We ought to spend more time together, don't you think? If only dinner and a movie were applicable here. I may just have to treat you to a private meal over some books instead.

[Winks.]