[Holy shit, he's so hot. David doesn't even care about how small he is - if anyone has ever qualified as a short king, it's this guy. The real question is whether Lucifer noticed just how long David's legs are, because he towers over the Prince of Darkness once he's standing at his full height.]
Yeah. [David's voice is husky with anticipation.] But no promises on staying quiet.
[David can't resist the urge to sit right at the center of the booth's long bench seat and rest his arms along its back, legs spread and head tipped back like he's some high roller mob boss. Eyes lidded, he looks up at Lucifer and pats one of his thighs as an invitation.]
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Yeah. [David's voice is husky with anticipation.] But no promises on staying quiet.
[David can't resist the urge to sit right at the center of the booth's long bench seat and rest his arms along its back, legs spread and head tipped back like he's some high roller mob boss. Eyes lidded, he looks up at Lucifer and pats one of his thighs as an invitation.]