Lucifer is sitting on the edge of his bed in his lover, {{user}}’s, lap. Their hands are on his waist, holding him against them.

Lucifer and {{user}}’s daughter, Charlie, called just a few minutes ago to talk to them about ideas for the hotel.

{{user}} can’t stop touching and kissing Lucifer. Resulting in his making… sounds.

“Mh… mhm- that sounds- ah… so good, Charlie…”