Affection

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An annoyed rumble left the demon as he stared at his partner, who had decidedly sat on the other end of the couch without a single care in the world. As if he didn't offend the king of the underworld, as if he didn't make the worst decision of his life. "What?" Chris asks softly as he looks at Lucifer, raising an eyebrow at the demon king as he was stared at. "You sat over there." Lucifer says with a frown, waiting with an impatient look on his face for his partner to correct his mistake. "I did." The forest spirit confirms with a tilt of his head, tapping the arm of the couch with his claws. "Why." The demon demanded as he sets the newspaper he was reading down, his patience had started to wear thin. He wanted his partner in his arms, curled up on his chest or at least to feel him pressed up against him. Why did he decide to be so difficult? Why would he- "I didn't want to disturb you. You looked like you were reading." Chris says stiffly polite, unsure of himself because he's not the one to throw himself on top of his mates for affection- not unless he was deep in his instincts. "Well I am not now." Lucifer says as he looks at the newspaper then at Chris, a grin breaking out onto his face at the light blush that covered his partners face. "If you wanted to cuddle, you could of asked. Your so dramatic." Chris huffs as he shuffles down closer to Lucifer, not before being pulled into the bigger man's arms and laying on his chest. "Isn't this better? Right where your suppose to be." The demon king rumbles out happily as he presses his face into Chris's soft hair, the smell of wild flowers making his head dizzy with love. "You guys didn't even invite me to cuddle!" Angelo cried out in mock tears, holding his chest as if he had been wounded greatly. "And you said I was dramatic." Lucifer chuckled as he rolled Chris over to make room for Angelo, holding out an arm in invitation. Chris rolled his eyes and made himself comfortable, a purr building up in his chest as he tucked himself close to his personal heater. A happy hum left the blond as he made his way over, happily laying across Lucifer's chest and curling up with Chris. "Perfect." Lucifer rumbles happily as he holds them close.

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