unknownballad | Hybrid Kingdom PSL

(( Sorry, David. Dae-hyun is an International Man of Mystery™. You'll ~~probably~~ never know who he is. He doesn't even look back, just waves as he heads elsewhere to enjoy his night.

Back in David's immediate vicinity, the bartender nods and mixes up whatever high-end cocktail Lucifer's been nursing. The timing is good because the Devil's just finished his drink when the new one is brought to him. Lucifer perks up, eyebrows up first above his now round eyes. Then he hauls himself up from the couch, then climbs to his feet to sashay right over to David, slipping into the spot still warm from Dae-hyun's butt. ))

Aren't you sweet~ What's your name?

[Oh, he's really good-looking up close. Not big and buff like the gods, but this beautiful little creature with sculpted features and enough natural charisma for ten men. Here's hoping David hasn't made a terrible mistake with the help of his mystery man.]

Ah - David. Hi. [By sheer force of will, David manages to keep his smile from looking sheepish, though it's still shyer than he would've liked.] So I didn't misread that look you gave me, huh?

[He'll do this guy the favour of omitting that it was apparently a half-hour long look since David didn't even notice.]

(( David's no slouch in the looks department either. Up close it's easier to admire those dark, soulful eyes and the unique shape of his mouth. ))

Oh, you noticed? (( He's teasing, then letting his smile turn more intentionally sheepish: )) I was feeling a little shy.

(( There. Maybe David will feel less shy now. ))

I thought I may have lost my chance when that other guy sat down.

[This dude? Feeling shy? David can't help but chuckle.]

Man, you have got nothing to be shy about. [Success! There's no chance of mistaking David's words as simple reassurance - he's definitely coming on to Lucifer now that he's feeling a bit more confident.

He's not telling the truth about the first guy, though. No way. Wrinkling his nose a little, David shakes his head:]

Him? Nah, he tried it out but I'd already made up my mind who I wanted to meet tonight.

(( See how far a little ego stroking can go? David's gained so much confidence from one little lie (which he may or may not actually believe). Lucifer leans on the bar, lifting his drink to his lips, then dragging his tongue over them when he sets it down. ))

Handsome and decisive.

(( Then he leans closer, far closer than just two people talking need to be. Close enough to telegraph to anyone paying attention to them that this is a flirtation. ))

What else have you already made up your mind about happening tonight?

[... did Mr. Beautiful here ever give David a name in return?

...... and is there a reason David feels a bit nauseous with him so close, or is that just performance anxiety?

............... and what is that scorched smell?!

Unimportant. All unimportant. David just tilts his chin up with a cocky grin.]

You and me are gonna take our drinks over to one of those private booths and see how much we can get away with before we get kicked out. Then we're gonna head to my room.

(( There's only so much he can do to mask his aura and move through the world. Though, honestly, right now he could do more but being where he is, it seems like the effort he's putting in is plenty. Hardly his fault if one human gets a little too close, right? Right!

Those dark eyes dart off to one of the aforementioned private booths, all comfy and cozy and private with their curtains, then slowly return to David. His teeth catch his lower lip before he nods. Good plan! ))

How much we can get away with will depend entirely on how quiet you can be.

(( With a hop, he's off the stool on his feet. And very short in case David didn't notice that before. ))

Shall we?

[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.]

(( Lucifer is obviously accustomed to having to look up at people, so David's height doesn't seem at all bothersome. He'd be lying if he said he didn't have a bit of a preference for taller partners (not hard to be taller than his paltry 5'6"). They might make quite a sight sauntering over to one of those private booths with purpose, but Lucifer doesn't really care if anyone's looking. This isn't his bar; why should he care if a scene unfolds?

A lopsided grin quirks up one corner of Lucifer's mouth at the sight. For as long as it took David to finally make a move (thank you, International Man of Mystery™), he certainly slides right into the role, doesn't he? Just as readily as Lucifer slides into the both. He pauses only long enough to pull holdbacks so the curtain falls closed behind him. And then? He's slinging a leg over the indicated thigh to straddle it, arms draping against David's shoulders. ))

That's much better.

[David still feels more like he's playing the role of seduction than actually being seductive, but he's got a gorgeous man in his lap so who could possibly claim he's faking it when he's clearly made it?

A crooked smile briefly quirks his mouth before he takes the final leap over his chasm of insecurity, wrapping his arms around Lucifer's slim waist and kissing him with his lips already invitingly parted. The inside of his mouth will taste shockingly sweet from those brightly colored cocktails he's been swigging all night; as for Lucifer's, David doesn't taste anything so much as he feels the kind of overwhelming heat that must rise from volcanic fissures.

What the hell was this guy drinking?!]

(( Oh, he happily presses his tongue between David's lips. Unsurprising that he'd taste as sweet as he seems to be. Lucifer doesn't waste time. While he licks into every crevice of David's mouth, he shifts closer, tangles his fingers into the hacker's hair. They're definitely going to go to David's room, but it's fun to see how riled up they can get before they have to scamper off for real privacy. ))

(( Lucifer doesn't spent a lot of time at the hotel for a few reasons. Some having to do with it still not really being a known fact that he's turned against Setekh and that he's just kind of a gross being to be around. Even keeping his aura restrained isn't enough to keep a fellow angel from noticing it.

And being a naturally nosy thing, Lucas wants to see what his elder brother is getting up to. Well, he was just a little nosy until he caught a quick glimpse of David in that private booth just before the curtain fell closed.

Is this jealousy? Are angels capable of feeling that? Of course they are. That's the whole reason behind Lucifer's quote-unquote rebellion, isn't it? Not the time for a walk down memory lane, Lucas! Also not the time to be worried about the heat rising in his face either. That's definitely anger, not jealousy.

And it shows in his flushed cheeks and his blazing eyes as he throws back the curtain. He freezes for just a beat then an arm darts out to grab Lucifer by the back of his shirt collar and haul him out of the private little cubby (quite possible knocking over the table inside it in the process). ))

Helel ben Sachar!

(( Somehow it's a series of syllables both hissed and roared over Lucifer (who is, of course, climbing to his feet with a laugh). He came onto me, little brother. He's not really trying to explain; he's trying to make things worse. ))

I told you. Not. Him.

[One second, Lucifer's tongue is deep in David's mouth and he's already starting to get hard beneath the weight of Lucifer's ass in his lap; the next, somebody's yelling something he can't understand and Lucifer's on the floor. David blinks heavily in surprise, gives his head a brisk shake to clear the haze of arousal as he looks from Lucifer to -

- oh no. Absolutely not. This is the last fucking time.

If David weren't so blazingly furious, he might notice that Lucas is also quite angry and register some shock at the sight, but he doesn't. He hears Lucas say not him and a red haze seems to descend over his vision, the now-deafening beat of his heart driving him to stand up, stalk over to where Lucas is shouting at (the as yet unidentified, to David) Lucifer, and wind up with every single bit of momentum his long, lanky frame offers him to punch Lucas right in the face.

David's not the strongest guy in the world, but that's a lot of momentum.]

What the FUCK is your PROBLEM?! [His voice is usually soft and deep but now it booms through the bar, effectively drawing the attention of anyone who wasn't already alerted by the scuffle between angels. At his sides, his hands stay locked into tight fists as if he's just waiting for an excuse to hit Lucas again.]

(( Lucas sees the punch coming. Just barely since he's so singularly focused on Lucifer. He sees it a second before it lands and, honestly, he probably deserves it so he doesn't make any effort to avoid it. Alas, he doesn't even stagger. Just rolls his head with it and flexes his jaw once it's done. David really isn't a strong guy...

Lucifer? He just laughs again, a peal echoing in sharp contrast to the mood of the scene. Alright, alright! I'll leave you lovebirds to it. But then he taps a finger to his lips and lets a very fake astonishment come over his face. Oh. Oh! Have you not told him? Oh, little broth—. Lucas rounds on him, an accusatory finger in his face and all the frustration of his lifetime in his voice. ))

Stop calling me that, Lucifer! For once in your life, just shut up or I'll rip that silver tongue out of your mouth!

(( Lucifer throws his hands up and takes a step back. He's not here to get into a fight. He lifts his hand to his mouth and make a gesture like he's zipping if closed, then simply waves goodbye like nothing out of the ordinary just happened. As soon as he turns his back, Lucas jerks around to stare at David (who looks about as angry as Lucas is, if he's honest). ))

I told you not to get involved with him, didn't I?

[By the time Lucas turns back to David, the anger in his face has started to cool into quiet shock. That... was Lucifer? And Lucas told both of them to stay away from the other... but only Lucifer knows why? Because it's some big secret?

It can't be what David thinks it is, right? Why the hell would Lucas still be keeping it to himself if so? No, that can't be it. But what else...?]

C'mon. [David just grabs Lucas by the arm and drags him out of the bar, away from all those curious eyes, to the nearest approximation of a hidden corner he's able to find. If Lucas has anything to say about it, David pays no attention. He's a man on a mission until they've got some privacy.

At which point he backs Lucas up against a wall and kisses him even more heatedly than he kissed Lucifer moments earlier.]

(( Of course Lucas follows along. There's a lot to say and he'd rather not do it in front of an audience. What he expects is a shouting match or, at least, a heated exchange of words about Lucas meddling where he has no business. About all the times he's side stepped David's attempts for clarity. Honestly, if he'd been kissing anyone but Lucifer, Lucas is sure he wouldn't have been so heated!

Oh, oh wait... what's happening? Before any words can be exchanged, Lucas finds his back to the wall and David's... kissing him?? It's barely a second, but it feels like it stretches so much long. He just blinks. What is actually happening? This is not what he mentally prepared for!

But it's only a second. One small, human second, before he pushes back every so slightly, before his hands shoot out to cup David's cheeks against his palms, before his tongue's sliding past David's to taste the lingering sweetness from his earlier cocktails. Does this answer your question(s), David? ))

[Actually, it doesn't. It lets him know the truth, and that's enough to send a shiver all the way up his spine, but that's a different matter. He still wants an answer.

So just as Lucas begins to respond, David pulls back and flattens his palm against Lucas's chest to try and hold him in place against the wall. He's already proven that he hasn't got what it takes in the strength department to overpower Lucas or even cause him more than momentary discomfort with a direct blow, but it's a symbolic thing!]

I wanna hear you say it out loud. Tell me you want me.

(( They both know David doesn't have the physical strength to do much against Lucas. Drag him out of the bar, crowd him up against a wall, push him gently back when they break that heated kiss. It happens because Lucas lets it, because he values David's autonomy (especially in a matter like this one).

Still for David to pull away as quickly as he pushed in... It leaves Lucas genuinely baffled for a fraction of a second. The first thing that springs to his mind is what he told David when David discovered he's an angel: but I gave you so many clues. Obviously, in this matter, clues aren't enough. He takes a moment to nod. To David? To himself? ))

I do want you. I have for a while.

(( There. Perfectly serious. Perfectly honest. Not a drop of humor to be found. ))

[Maybe what David needed more than anything was validation, not proof. No number of clues could ever be enough to make him feel wanted. Now, though, Lucas's words glow warm and bright in his chest and bring a smile to his lips that really highlights the lingering boyishness in his features.

Was that so damn hard? he wants to say, but he resists the urge to taint this moment with any irony at all. Just this once, he'll let himself be sentimental.

That doesn't mean the moment can't include some humour, though, so David ducks in close again and murmurs:]

You're better looking, funnier, have a way better body, and he honestly smells weird. [After a pause -] And I didn't even know who he was, I swear. But you win in every category.

(( He can't stop himself from giving in to a quiet chuckle. Of course he's happy David prefers him over Lucifer. Lucas likes to think he's a little less of a peacock. And also, geez, he'd at least give someone his name before smooching them! ))

Can I call you by your real name when we're in private?

[Is there any point in rolling his eyes when the smile on his face doesn't even waver? Probably not, but David does anyway.]

Yeah, fine. Only between us, though, I'm serious. That name comes with a rap sheet. [A statement that would probably sound self-aggrandizing from someone like David if he weren't, you know, a hacker.

David's gaze darts down to Lucas's lips, then back up to his eyes. He wants to kiss again but he wants Lucas to start it, so Mr. Hints is gonna have pick up a hint of his own this time.]

Edited 2025-05-25 22:25 (UTC)

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