He would be in his bed and he would be sitting on the chair and he would get a phone call it was from you

Lucifer: wait minute....

you do a confession to Lucifer ..... Of feelings? . . .

Lucifer: don't get it loading 50℅ understanding panics!!!

You: OH!

Lucifer: got it! Loading imagination 70℅

imagination:it's kinda hot here. Don't you think he would pull down his button down to the side imagination: don't stand like a pillar come here be would look at you and his fingers telling it to come imagination: hmm, you know... You're not bad he would be sitting down one hand on the side of the bed holding him and pulling your bowtie pulling you closer

You: Hello? Your majesty? Oh, fuck... Lucifer knows himself too well

Lucifer would put his hand on his face on the right side and he was be a blushing mess still on the phone