In the hot tub with Lucifer

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee lets Lucifer into his room, which hasn't changed since the last time he was here. The window blinds are open to the evening sky, and strategically placed lamps give the place a warm glow.

"While I get the tub ready, please do help yourself to a drink if you like," he says, gesturing to the table where he keeps his liquor and glasses handy. Gin, whiskey, brandy, vodka, and red wine are his staples. There's also a half-empty box of cherry liqueur-filled chocolates.

Meanwhile, Emcee sets his sunglasses on the dresser and flits across the room into the bathroom.

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[wayward_sun]

Lucifer undresses as he pours a glass of wine. And eats two pieces of chocolate.

He leaves his clothes neatly folded and takes a walk around the room, enjoying the view.

[i_am_your_host]

As the (Viking-sized) tub fills with water (hot enough to steam, but not too hot), Emcee selects a scent to add to it. He chooses sandalwood, pouring a only a few drops into the swirling, bubbling water so as not to overwhelm.

He then sets out several large towels on the counter, and lays a bath mat on the floor. Taking one last look around and being satisfied with everything, he heads back out into the main room, smiling when he sees that Lucifer has made himself comfortable. And naked.

"Your bath awaits, darling," he announces, gesturing toward the open door of the bathroom.

[wayward_sun]

"Perfect," Lucifer says and holds up his wine glass.

"Can I bring this?"

[i_am_your_host]

"Of course," he chirps, his gaze sweeping him up and down from head to toe. "I'll join you in a moment."

[wayward_sun]

He lifts his glass at him in a salute and then he walks into the bathroom, sipping his wine.

Very nice.

"Nice," he calls back at Emcee.

He puts his glass down and gets in the tub, letting the water lap at his skin.

[i_am_your_host]

"I do my best for my guests," Emcee calls as he takes off his clothes, and following Lucifer's example, sets them aside neatly.

As an afterthought, he takes the bottle of wine and the chocolates into the bathroom with him.

"Well, you're already looking nice and relaxed." He sets the wine and candy down within Lucifer's reach before sliding into the tub.

[wayward_sun]

"It's a talent. I am very good at making myself at home," Lucifer smiles.

He stretches and then slides down till the water reaches his chin and looks at Emcee. Expectantly.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee chuckles and moves closer, his hands running up Lucifer's thighs, kneading and massaging them.

"I wouldn't doubt it," he says. "Now, what has gotten you all sore and worn-out?"

[wayward_sun]

"Work. The paper sort and the mingle sort and the sex sort. It's all very demanding."

Poor Lucifer.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee kneads his calves (Lucifer has very nice, long legs) and works down to rubbing the insteps of his feet. His feet which must be so tired from being in those expensive shoes.

"Very arduous indeed," he agrees. "Constant mingling and sex does take a lot out of you and it's always nice to recharge with some alone time. But don't you have people to do your paperwork for you?"

[wayward_sun]

"Well, yes. But there is a limit to how much you can delegate."

He sighs happily as Emcee works on his lower legs and feet.

"That is good."

[i_am_your_host]

"And you want to ensure that things are being done just the way you want them," he says in agreement with him.

After spending a few more moments on his feet and legs, Emcee moves to straddle Lucifer's thighs, facing him. Beneath the surface of the water, he runs his hands up Lucifer's torso and chest. Touch massage or copping a feel? Both, maybe.

[wayward_sun]

"Yes, I do like having a hand in the matter," Lucifer purrs and runs his hands up Emcee's back. He is not massaging.

[i_am_your_host]

"Nothing wrong with being hands-on," he remarks, his lips curled in a pleased smirk. He arches his back under Lucifer's touch, and he slides his own hands up over his shoulders, kneading the muscles.

"But don't you fret about that, darling. We have no worries here."

He plucks a chocolate from the box and holds it up to Lucifer's lips.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer lifts his chin and parts his lips.

He likes that premise.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee places the little mound of chocolate on Lucifer's tongue, swiping his fingertips over his lips in the process.

[wayward_sun]

Lucifer closes his mouth and traps Emcee's fingers in the process.
Holding his gaze.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee slowly drags his fingers free, never breaking his gaze as he licks traces of chocolate off his fingertips.

He then leans in, and just as slowly again, he slips his tongue in between Lucifer's lips.

[wayward_sun]

He cants his head a little so he can deepen the kiss.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee hums into the sweetened kiss, his tongue sliding sensuously against Lucifer's and the melting chocolate.

Meanwhile his hands roam over his shoulders, his chest, palms rubbing his nipples.

[wayward_sun]

He likes that as evidenced by a quick breath and a chuckle.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee chuckles breathily in kind, licking the mix of chocolate and syrupy liqueur from his mouth, drinking in his kisses.

He continues to rub and pinch Lucifer's nipples in the crooks of his fingers, then drags his blunt fingernails down his chest. And he grinds his hips on him, cock to cock.

[wayward_sun]

"Moving on from the massage?" Lucifer asks, running his hands down Emcee's side, down to rest at his hips.

[i_am_your_host]

"This is a massage," he insists, innocently, as he just as innocently gyrates his hips against him. "My massages are simultaneously stimulating and relaxing."

[wayward_sun]

"Ah, I see. Do you do internal pressure point massaging as well?"

Just as innocently.