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lucifer

"Are you serious, Ezechiel?" Lucifer tugged the top of his two-piece suit over the curve of his stomach. Deep angry marks scolded his lower belly and met at his back, a testament to his weight gain over the years. His stomach drooped over his waistband and his thighs were thicker than they used to be. His ass was in the same condition, plush and pillowy to the touch. He had lovely tits from the times he shapeshifted into women, but they were rounded like pecs, only having a layer of padding on them now. His shoulders were broad and his arms were beefy, overall, his body was still weathered from his time playing in Hell's Rugby as a teenager. He had never been fit, but he also had never been as big as he had gotten during his relationship with Ezechiel. "This is ridiculous," he glared warningly down at his boyfriend, who only replied with a smug grin.

"Glory," Ezechiel commented blankly, his face slightly red from seeing Lucifer without a shirt just moments ago, now scrambling to find something for dinner. "God has blessed me once again to see you without a shirt. Isn't this lovely, Luci?" It was evident he was smarting off, which made Lucifer growl lowly in his throat.

Lucifer shook his head and tugged at the top once again. "Did you shrink this? I wore it two weeks ago." He stated bluntly with a pinkish face, not wanting to accept the fact he'd been snacking more often than not, even while working. Waiting for a soul to show up at the gates, his days were often met with silence and pity from his angelic friends. "I need this for tonight. How incompetent are you? Should I stop trusting you with my laundry?" He flicked Ezechiel in the nose rudely.

"You're being rude for someone who can't take any accountability whatsoever." Ezechiel scoffed, rolling his eyes. As a mortal, more so, Lucifer's boyfriend, he always felt a sort of responsibility for him, for the things he needed - no, wanted - him to do. At the same time, he often couldn't help but talk back. He liked riling Lucifer up, he realized a few weeks ago. "If you quit snacking, your suit would fit." Those words seemed to offend Lucifer, who only glared down at him with his eyebrows furrowed, silent.

"So, you're calling me fat, then?" Lucifer crossed his arms over his chest. Ezechiel hesitated, unsure if he wanted to play that game or not, but he eventually nodded after a moment of thinking. "I should leave you here, is what you're saying?" Lucifer threatened him, his eyes ice-cold as they made contact with Ezechiel's.

"You wouldn't do any good without me, dickhead. I was the one writing your speech when you were eating the cake I baked for the dinner tonight. Remember how I had to lie and say the cake had been dropped?" Ezechiel asked teasingly and harshly slapped Lucifer's stomach, causing it to wobble slightly from the force. Lucifer's face was beet red and he sputtered, unable to get anything out.

"Fine! You can come." Lucifer rolled his eyes, groaning subtly. "You're impossible," he added smartly, glaring down at Ezechiel meanly. "..Utterly impossible."

"You might as well have utters, as fat as you are." Ezechiel was mouthing off again, something he did often enough that Lucifer had grown numb to it, partially. His face would still get flush from now and again, but he didn't pay any mind to it unless there was serious malice behind his words. Still, his feelings were a little hurt by Ezechiel.

"Ugh!" Lucifer huffed. "Let's go. We've got a lot of walking to do," he demanded, leaving little room for argument as he tugged Ezechiel along. He hadn't changed his clothes, considering he didn't have very many presentable options. He wore a black jacket and baggy jeans, something that hopefully wouldn't cause him to stick out as badly as Lucifer was playing it up to be. He claimed everyone would be wearing suits and dresses, and that he should at least try to look nice.