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Lucifer hums and kisses the corner of Macaque's mouth.

"Hello yourself. I missed you too," He hugs his boyfriend and smiles at him.

"So. Is it too soon to ask how you are feeling right now?"

The hug definitely helps. Macaque hugs back.

"Better than I was, but far from perfect. There's only so much getting smashed and screwing around can help something like this, even with someone who is amazing at cuddling." Buuuut... "I'm prepared to keep trying, that said."

He will absolutely take makeouts and cuddles if they're on offer.

"Well, good sex can often help distract or dull what you're going through. As long as you keep trying. That's all anyone would ask of you," Lucifer said and gently kissed Macaque on the lips.

"Why don't we get into more comfortable clothes, slip into my bed, drink the booze you brought, eat the apples, and snuggle? And you can talk to me. You know I won't judge you. And I would love to listen to you talk through what you're feeling."

"Admittedly, there was some talking first." Which Macaque can't really get into because some of it isn't his story to tell. "It helped a little. At least I'm out of the tree."

He kisses Lucifer right back. "I like that idea if your idea of comfortable clothes is none." They still can't have sex but he wants the intimacy piece.

"Good. You have people to support you in the ways you need. That's good," Lucifer has no hint of jealousy in his voice. He understands.

"You ready my mind. Perhaps those impressive ears heard my thought train. What better way to be comfortable, yes? You mind doing the honors? My magic is still coming back to me."

Lucifer might change his tune on the jealousy if he knew who Macaque was with, but Macaque isn't about to bring it up, it's not anyone's business.

"Still? If that jackass wasn't still dead I'd kill him again right now." Taking Lucifer's magic away on top of everything else.

Macaque uses some strobing shadows to get their clothes off and then he sets the booze and apples down on the bedside table before sliding under the covers.

Lucifer chuckles and slides under the covers with him. "Shouldn't be too long before my powers come back. That backlash was different from the usual magic. Sort of a wrong fit. I think that's what happened," He snuggles close to Macaque and puts his head on his chest, playing with his chest fur with his claws.

"Hmm. Well, right now, let's not give that man another thought. I would rather think about you anyway."

"Deal." He is happy to not think about Relius Clover another moment of his life. Instead he reaches down and nocks Lucifer's chin up so he can give him a soft, deep kiss.

Lucifer looks up and kisses Macaque. Lucifer has a plan for Relius anyway. To keep those people hurt by him from falling down that rabbit hole of revenge. He hopes it is for the best. And with that, he will put that rancid man out of his mind forever.

Macaque's lips are much easier and more pleasant to focus on as their tongues dance.

Macaque kisses Lucifer for a long, long moment. Then another long moment just for posterity.

"You're wonderful," he says, pulling Lucifer as close as it's possible to pull him. "I wouldn't have thought I'd be falling for you this fast, but here we are."

Lucifer happily kisses back for such a long long moment. He cups Macaque's cheek as he lets himself be pulled up and close.

"Me neither, to be honest. I'll admit, you pull at my certain taste in men. And usually it never goes beyond something lustful. But you? Well. You hooked yourself the Devil, you sexy monkey demon. And I am very very smitten for you."

"Oh, did I?" Macaque sounds delighted. "Good, then we're on equal footing here." He kisses Lucifer again, because that sounds ever so much more fun than talking about his fuckups.

More kisses, yes. Lucifer happily returns them.

"Yes we are. I hit your type of man, clearly. And you hit mine. The perfect little mix of trashy and kind. I do care so much for you. I am sure you know but I want to say it out loud."

"You definitely do. And I could stand to hear these things out loud right now, so." It's definitely nice, and helpful.

"Then let me list all the things I like about you. You're confident in things that make you you. Perhaps you worry about other things but you know what you're good at. Your dancing is superb. Your voice pleasant to my ears. You are passionate in the things you commit yourself to. Your family, your friends, your lovers. And you, despite it all, try. You haven't given up, even after the guilt you feel and all that just happened."

Lucifer kisses Macaque deeply again to seal the praise, his claws gently combing through Macaque's cheek fur.

--That wasn't quite what Macaque meant, Lucifer. He gets redder and redder as Lucifer talks and then buries his face in Lucifer's neck. How is this the third time in two days that this happened to him?

The kiss is much easier to take, even if Macaque's face is still suspiciously heated.

When the kiss breaks, Macaque flashes a grateful smile before looking at Lucifer more softly. "I'd like to call you my mate. I wasn't sure if that would be too much for you." With his wife and all.

Kissing is easier but not as easy as seeing that delightfully red face. He is full on grinning as the kiss breaks. Then come the words and his face is hard to read for a moment. He's flattered, it hits him right in the heart, and he blushes, though there is a fear in his eyes. They shift to the ring still on his finger. Mate feels so...powerful. He looks from the ring back to Macaque. He swallows and it takes him a moment to answer.

"I..." This is so much, so fast, but Lucifer knows that's how he works too. It is his speed. His heart flutters as he smiles. He leans in, pressing his forehead to Macaque's.

"...I'm speechless." He is truly without words. That is such a big thing to hear. He isn't ready for it but he's less scared than he thought he would be. Though a nagging guilt bites at his heart, trying to drag it down into his guts. He's fighting it.

She left. He loves her but she left. And his man, his trashy, flawed, handsome, sweet man is offering his heart to him. And his hands could help maybe put his own back together. He buries his face in Macaque's shoulder. He needs a minute.

Macaque knew that this would be a big thing for Lucifer to hear, and he was ready to be patient. He smiles as Lucifer presses their foreheads together and just waits. He watches Lucifer's eyes flick to his wedding ring, as expected.

He gives Lucifer a squeeze when he burrows into Macaque's shoulder and gently strokes his hair.

"We don't have to if you don't want to. It just fits me more than human terms do, and it fits how I feel. But it's all right if you're not ready. It's all right if you never are, it won't change anything for me." He too knows what it's like to be that hung up on someone.

Lucifer holds Macaque tighter and is quiet for another moment. He is trying to sort his feelings because there are so many of them right now. So so many. Macaque has other mates. It is an open relationship but the title still means so much. It is important. There are questions he needs to ask before he takes that title or not.

"It isn't...that I don't want to," He says finally and pulls back to look into those beautiful eyes.

"I want to. But I have...hesitations, as you can imagine. Hesitations I think you understand deeply. That is part of what draws me to you. You understand me. Before I can accept being that for you, with you, we do need to talk. About boundaries and what it would mean. To both of us. ...Are you up to talking about that right now? Considering all that's happened, I would understand not now. And there is no rush. We have plenty of time between us."

Macaque continues grooming through Lucifer's hair as he considers all this. It is a big question, a big step. Macaque probably would have waited longer if he didn't spend the last however many days with his heart outside his body -- he would have wanted to ask, but possibly not had the courage to. A consequence of being open and vulnerable is that these things slip out.

He smiles, soft and gentle. "We can talk now, if that's okay with you. I've learned that there are no good moments for these conversations in this place. We have time now, so I'm good with now. Whatever you want to tell me, I want to hear."

"And yes, I think I do understand. But I still want to hear it from you."

"Alright," They can talk now. He wants to talk, honestly. The fingers grooming his hair feel so good. It helps him relax, reminds him he's safe right now. Naked, in bed with this man, in his strong arms, and even with both of them being emotional right now. Macaque far more so of course. Still.

"I love Lilith. Even still. Even after...everything. I feel this pull to hang on. To hope she'll come back one day. ...But someone told me that she might have moved on and I don't know. And if that's the case...shouldn't I? Shouldn't I pursue happiness too? The happiness I feel with you?"

He pauses for a moment, collecting his thoughts.

"To say yes to that. To being your mate, would mean moving forward. And...part of me wants to so badly. Part of me is scared what it means. And then there's things like, you have many mates. And casual sex is something I enjoy with others. So is that acceptible or would you want me to just be yours? To have me being all yours. These are the things to talk about. Right? Before we take that step together. And will we live together or have a place together? Toothbrushes at sinks and I mean I've already met your family and those they share a space with and you need to meet Charlie and-"

He's starting to ramble, save him Macaque.

Macaque gives Lucifer a quick kiss to stop him from vibrating into oblivion.

"I respect that you still love your wife, of course. I'd never want to keep you from your happiness. If she comes back, I'll be happy for you. What that means for us we could address when the time came." He'd be sad to potentially lose Lucifer of course but it would be a small price to pay to see him happy.

"I would never restrict who you could be with, casually or otherwise. I have three other mates and one person I'm hoping to get there with someday, it would be the worst kind of hypocrisy so tell you that we had to be exclusive. As I said, I want you to be happy. I'd support whatever made you happy. Asking to be called my mate doesn't mean anything more than we care deeply for each other and are committed to each other. What it means, we decide. I have a different relationship and expectations with each of my mates, there's no set rules for it."

He kisses Lucifer again. "I can understand being nervous. It's a big step for you. If you say "no" or "not now" it won't change how I feel about you. But I hope you say yes, because I would be so lucky to have you as a mate. We make each other happy and we plan to be important in each other's lives, that's all it means."

Lucifer is thankful for the kiss as it stops his rambling. He smiles as he just listens. The nervousness slips away as Macaque is so open and honest. He smiles and visibly relaxes. He kisses back the second time. He looks at his ring again. He isn't ready to take it off. Not yet. But he slides his arms to rest on Macaque's shoulders as his fingers rake through Macaque's hair. Sharp claws gently work the hair in his hands, an attempt to groom Macaque as he stares into those eyes.

"You, love, are so eloquent. You are not just charming but captivating. You, Six Eared Macaque, are a marvel," That's right. He used your full name. Deal with it.

"How can I say no when you keep making me fall more and more in love with you every moment we're together? I love you. And I will be your mate." The words pour out of him. He just wants him to be happy and he wants to make Macaque happy too. To see him happy. To know he is filled with happiness.

"And you are the second person in all of creation to have me fall in love with them. I want you to know how incredibly special you are, love."

Macaque is measured at first as he listens to Lucifer respond, not having any expectations (but some hopes, of course). And then he hears more than a yes, and he breaks into a grin.

"I love you too," he says as he leans in to kiss Lucifer with open intensity and passion, no longer measured at all.

Lucifer kisses him back with matching intensity and passion. No more holding back. The need pouring into the kiss as he drinks Macaque's. So badly does he want to break that promise. To give in to his desires. To show Macaque just how deep his love goes. He can't. He made a promise to his daughter. Though that doesn't mean he isn't going to kiss this monkey within an inch of his immortal life.

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