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“What do you have there?” Lucifer asked Angel, who was carrying a cardboard box through the lobby. That had Lucifer very intrigued. It had been a very slow day for him. Husk was out on a run for Alastor, so the lobby was even more quiet than usual. Lucifer wanted something to cure his boredom.
“Ya remember a few nights ago when Husk an’ I got way too drunk, tryin’ all the new vodka flavors, to decide which ones to stock for the bar?” Angel asked. Lucifer nodded warily. They had been a mess that night and had come crawling into his bed at four in the morning, so he had to get them safely to sleep. They had both complained about a brutal hangover the entire next day. “So I guess I went online shoppin’ and don’t remember what I got. Wanna help me find out?”
“Sounds like fun.” A blush was creeping over his cheeks. Well with that story, it was going to be sex toys, right?
Lucifer had never thought of himself as a prude, quite the opposite really, but he had found Angel to be on a level far beyond his. It was exciting in its own way but it still startled him a bit sometimes. Drunk Angel was even more of a gamble.
“Come on then,” Angel grinned.
Angel babbled about a show he had watched last night on their way and somehow the fact that Angel was so relaxed about his shopping. made Lucifer more nervous. He couldn’t really explain it. Once they made it to Angel’s room, they settled on the floor on his fluffy carpet, box in the middle between them. Lucifer’s leg was shaking a little from the nerves. Mostly good nerves. With Angel, it usually caused a moment of surprise for him and then Lucifer was on board. He had yet to find anything with Husk and Angel, that he didn’t enjoy in some form.
From where he sat, Angel didn’t have to get up to produce a box cutter out of a drawer of his vanity. He rushed to open the box and then reached in blindly and fished out a handful of leaflets off the top advertising for a whole range of sex toys imported from lust. “Okay so definitely sex shop. Figured that much.” He studied them, while Lucifer took a curious glance into the box. “Drunk me orders sex toys or clothes.”
Lucifer couldn’t help the little surprised inhale when he saw the picture on the label of the box inside. “Guess you did buy…”, he paused, “...clothes.” He shifted his weight back to sit down again, but landed rather abruptly back on his ass. Did that even classify as an outfit?
“Did I?” Angel leaned over the box to see. “Ooh, a sexy maid,” he grinned. “What a classic.” He looked at the picture on the box, like Lucifer had. “Damn, that thing barely covers her tits.”
Lucifer had noticed that, too, and that was part of the reason why he didn’t dare to look any longer. His face was burning and he tried to calm his heart down. This was, in a sense, much tamer than what Lucifer had expected to find in the package but his mind had immediately jumped to imagine Angel’s fluffy chest pressed into the tiny strip of fabric with ruffles and bows and it got him far more excited than he could have anticipated.
Angel took the box out to see what was underneath and immediately produced another box that looked identical as far as Lucifer could tell. Angel looked at them intensely like he was trying to see if the boxes could tell him what he had been thinking days ago.
“You ordered it twice?” Well, Angel had been very drunk. “Do they take returns?”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Angel cooed. He suddenly had a predatory grin on his face. “One’s yours.”
“What?”
Angel turned the front of the boxes towards Lucifer. “Look, one’s a pink one in my size.” He slightly raised one box, the one Lucifer had seen, and then the other, with an identical picture just with a red set. “One’s a red one in your size.” Lucifer was looking at him in silent bewilderment, Angel shrugged. He was far more relaxed than Lucifer was. “I think I wanted to treat Husky.” He turned the one with the red set back around to look at it. “I mean... maybe I wanted to treat myself. Ya’d look real’ hot in it.”
“You would look good in it.” Lucifer could definitely see the appeal of Angel in the tiny frilly skirt and he had the chest to make the top, which barely deserved to be called that, look just irresistible.
“The old grump will loose his mind if he sees us in them,” Angel laughed. He waited a moment for a response but Lucifer’s head was spinning. His heartbeat was out of rhythm. Angel’s features dulled down until he was looking at him in concern.
“Hey, Luci. Ya don’t have to like it.” Angel had put the boxes down so he could make little grabby hands towards Lucifer with all four of his hands. “I was drunk an’ I didn’t ask ya.”
Lucifer gladly took the invitation to crawl into his lap. Angel plucked his hat off, before Lucifer settled with his back against Angel’s front and let Angel wrap all four arms around his stomach. Angel rested his chin on top of his head. For a moment Lucifer just let himself melt against his partner. He eventually reached out to pick up the box with the red outfit on the front. He took a good look at it this time.
The top was a little tube with white lace ruffles on each edge. There was a big white bow in the middle of the top edge, white ribbons stretched over her front in a faux lace up. It came with little separate sleeves with a matching design. Lucifer wondered if it would look anywhere as nice on his flat chest as it would on Angel’s full fluff. The underwear it came with was barely worth the mention. He couldn’t see from the angle of the picture but he could imagine that it covered practically nothing of her ass. The star of the show was the teeny tiny skirt with the tinier apron that was only held together by a big white bow in the back.
“You really think I would look nice in it?” It came out quieter and more insecure than Lucifer had wanted it to sound.
“I’m usin’ all my will power right now, to not cum in my pants just thinkin’ ‘bout it.” That coaxed a laugh out of Lucifer and made him relax a bit. It eased some of the tension in Lucifer’s muscles. Angel said things like that so casually that it usually stopped Lucifer from worrying. Angel never let him doubt that he was attracted to him. “And I know Husk will love it just as much.”
“Will you help me try it on?” Lucifer felt overwhelmed at the thought of having to get through all those bows and ribbons by himself.
Angel pressed a kiss to the top of his head and squeezed him a little tighter. “I’d love to.” Another kiss and Lucifer couldn’t stop a smile. “An’ if ya don’t like it, ya don’t have to wear it, okay?”
Lucifer knew that but he still appreciated Angel telling him. “I like us matching.” Of that much he was sure. Lucifer liked the general idea of the same outfit in different colors. He doubted that he’d ever look as good as Angel in anything but he still liked the idea. It was a little cheesy and on the nose with the red and pink but that was kind of part of the appeal. “This specific outfit just feels like a lot… Or I guess it’s very little actual outfit.”
Angel giggled behind him. “I like us matchin’, too. How ‘bout next time we pick somethin’ out together?”
“I'd like that,” Lucifer agreed. He wriggled around a bit to signal Angel to let go so he could get up. Once he had, he offered Angel a hand and pulled him up after him.
It all happened so fast Lucifer's brain barely had time to catch up. Angel peeled all of Lucifer's clothes off with practiced precision. Lucifer just kind of stood there, stepped out of his pants when Angel told him to and raised his arms for him to pull the top over his head. He caught up with Angel only once he stopped and looked at Lucifer approvingly. Seemingly very proud of his purchase.
“Go look in the mirror. I'll change, too.” After Angel cupped Lucifer’s jaw and pressed a hurried kiss to his forehead, he moved swiftly on to unbuttoning his own blazer. “Tell me what ya think.”
Lucifer had to take a deep breath before he took a few steps towards Angel’s full length mirror. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was so nervous about. He froze when he met his own eyes in the reflection. He looked… nice. It fit like a glove. The red and white worked great with the contrasting colors of his own skin. He liked how the poof of the tiny skirt accentuated the curve from his waist to his hips. The top sat flat on his chest but it made the ribbons standout more in a way he enjoyed.
“I really like it.” The surprise was clear in his voice but it was the truth. He really did think he looked hot. He turned a bit to look at his back over his shoulder. Angel had tied the bow so it sat right above his ass. Husk would indeed lose his mind, he thought.
Lucifer gasped audibly, when he saw Angel appear in the mirror behind him. “You look incredible.” He had added a pair of white stockings out of his own closet, that made him even more irresistible if that was even possible.
While Lucifer felt the outfit complimented his bottom half, it really did wonders for Angel's top. It hugged his chest perfectly. Lucifer couldn’t even pretend that he was looking anywhere else. Angel always teased him for being a tits guy. There was so much heat pooling between Lucifer’s hips. He hadn’t anticipated just how much this all turned him on.
Their gazes eventually met in the reflection. “Ya look so handsome, puppy,” Angel purred. The way he said it, made it sound incredibly filthy. Excitement rushed through Lucifer at the praise. “We should send the kitty a picture so he knows what he's missin’”.
Lucifer's face was heating up as he nodded enthusiastically. His smile in the mirror started to look more mischievous. He really liked the idea. Both he and Husk occasionally got pictures like that from Angel and he had seen what it did to Husk. He had seen the blush and his pupils dilate and the silly expression between love struck and horny, like he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He liked the idea of Husk looking at both of them like that.
Angel stepped away to get his phone. “Turn around,” he said before getting back into the spot he had stood in earlier. Lucifer was facing him now.
They were drawn towards each other like magnets until their bodies softly collided. Lucifer’s hands landed on Angel’s hips, holding him close. He knew exactly why Angel had told him to turn around. He wanted Husk to see what would be his favorite part of the outfit or lack thereof.
Angel grabbed Lucifer's ass. Hard enough to send a shiver up Lucifer's entire spine and make him moan. He snaked another left hand around the back of Lucifer’s neck to keep his head resting against his chest. Angel was holding the phone in his topp right hand, he kept looking at the screen and adjusted them in tiny movements until what he deemed the perfect picture.
Lucifer's heart was doing somersaults. Somehow this was much more exposing than being naked was. Pressed against Angel, he was overly aware of how small he was - how fragile he must look in all the bows and ribbons and frills. He tried to imagine Husk’s face when he saw the picture. Maybe he’d carelessly open it in public, not expecting the content at all. Lucifer’s face wasn’t really visible but Husk would know. Husk would know, he had the king of hell waiting for him in a slutty little skirt. And pride’s, maybe all of hell's, biggest pornstar in a matching set.
Angel took a couple of picture and let Lucifer choose the one he prefered and after that held the phone in between them, so Lucifer could see what he was typing: “Doors unlocked.” He sent the picture and added another message: “Come get him before I have all the fun by myself.”
“And now we wait,” Lucifer sighed but he was smiling nonetheless.
Angel leaned down for a quick kiss. Much too quick. Lucifer chased after his lips but Angel pulled away with a grin. “Put on a shitty movie an’ make out?”
Lucifer returned the grin. “Fuck, yeah.”
Angel pulled him towards the bed. Angel laid down first and for a stunned moment Lucifer just stood there. He couldn’t move, couldn’t keep his eyes off. The disbelief hit him out of nowhere. He couldn't believe that this was his life now. Angel looked so hot, he might start drooling. The way he was positioned, half upright against the headboard, one leg propped up, one stretched out, Lucifer had the most perfect view of the Angel’s bulge barely covered but the pink fabric. Lucifer was getting dizzy. He wasn't breathing right.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Angel teased. He had the remote in his hand now, turning the tv on. Lucifer must have stared for a while.
“We already took a picture,” he answered. He sounded out of breath and needy, even to himself. It made Angel laugh.
Lucifer climbed into bed and then without much thinking on top of Angel. He slotted right against Angel’s propped up thigh, not really taking into account how little these panties did to hide his excitement. He was just trying to find a good spot for his head on Angel’s chest when Angel raised his leg more, causing Lucifer to grind against it with a surprised moan.
“Ya like it that much, puppy? Ya know ya gotta wait for Husky to get home,” Angel taunted and made Lucifer whine out unintelligible protest.
It didn’t register at all what movie Angel had put on, because as soon as it switched on, Angel pulled Lucifer into a bruising kiss. It quickly turned less hurried, slower and lazier. They moved their tongues against each other in broad, sloppy movements. Angel stroked a hand slowly up and down Lucifer’s spine, drawing little patterns into the small of his back. Lucifer’s brain melted until he had no way to tell the time. He had no idea how long they kissed like that. A part of him never wanted to stop, ever.
He couldn’t control the urge to lazily grind against Angel’s thigh. Never hard enough to get himself off but just enough to stay happy and brainless. At some point he shoved a hand under Angel’s top. They didn’t pull away from each other until a sound startled them out of their trance.
Husk burst through Angel’s door without knocking and slammed it shut right behind him before frantically locking it with the key sitting readily in the lock. He was visibly out of breath. He must have hurried all the way back. He turned while already yanking his bowtie and hat off, letting them fall on the floor. His eyes were glowing, sparks in the corners of his eyes. His wings weren’t neatly folded behind his back like usual, they were spread out in a clear display of dominance.
He’d look terrifying if it wasn’t so fucking hot. If Lucifer's panties hadn’t already been soaking wet, they would be now. His heart was beating up to his throat.
Angel giggled, almost maniacally, before leaning close to Lucifer’s ear. “Told ya he’d like it.”
Husk chuckled, of course his sensitive ears had understood Angel perfectly. “I hope neither of you plans on walking tomorrow.”