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divinsanity
Lucifer wakes up, rolls over and drapes his naked self across the naked body of the man beside him - beautiful man that he is. He slides fingers through his hair, down his face, along the column of his throat and over his chest, skimming a nipple, dipping a finger into his navel before smoothing a hand over a hipbone, down a thigh, then back up to cup his cock. He's not trying to wake him, rather keep him relaxed and asleep. It probably won't work, but that's okay too. The things that happen when Azazel is awake are just as fantastic as those that happen when he's asleep.
Lucifer shifts and swirls his tongue around a nipple over and over and over... still not trying to wake him up, just wanting an early morning taste.

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"To New York."
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"Doesn't sound too bad. Where?"
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"Apartment complex called 'Olympian Meadows.'"
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"Come back to bed. We can worry about this tomorrow."
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"Oh well. I suppose I need to finally find a job."
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He groans and rolls his eyes.
"Screw it. I'll worry about it later."
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"How bad could it be?"
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"So start up your own business."
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"Maybe. But, we'll worry about it tomorrow. I need sleep."
He curls his arms around Azazel and drifts to sleep.