"Idle hands make work for the Devil. Yeah. Although, as much as I want your hands on me right now? My stomach is prostesting as we speak."
Tony was hungry and this was supposed to be a romantic dinner. The making out? That was hot but there was a time and a place and Tony respected the restaurant's rules. Even though it was pretty hot idea of just getting fucked by Lucifer over the table.
"Ok, right, food. Well, what do you recommend, Hot-Wings? I'm easy."
The innuendo casually slipping from his lips as he tried to centre himself also. His eyes flickering towards Lucifer's lips and wondering what they'd be like on other places on his body. Tony, stop. You need to focus on eating now.
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Date: 2020-12-17 06:56 pm (UTC)Tony was hungry and this was supposed to be a romantic dinner. The making out? That was hot but there was a time and a place and Tony respected the restaurant's rules. Even though it was pretty hot idea of just getting fucked by Lucifer over the table.
"Ok, right, food. Well, what do you recommend, Hot-Wings? I'm easy."
The innuendo casually slipping from his lips as he tried to centre himself also. His eyes flickering towards Lucifer's lips and wondering what they'd be like on other places on his body. Tony, stop. You need to focus on eating now.