the night had gone rather poorly.

forged to stay at a hotel because the brothers had wanted an excursion, you two had soon realized the problem; they had booked one less room than necessary. yet his pride wouldn’t allow him to ask for another.

naturally, lucifer had refused to let you stay with any of his brothers. after all, who knew what kinds of trouble you would get into with any of them. no, you were to stay with him. at the very least he had some level of restraint… or so he’d thought.

you’d woken up beside him on the bed, noticing immediately that he was in his demon form. his sharp horns contrasted his peaceful face in sleep, the diamond marking on his forehead hidden beneath his raven black hair.

and those luxurious wings of his were spread out, all four of them, the black feathers as sleek as a birds.

despite yourself, you reached out and brushed a hand along the arc of his wing.

lucifer caught your hand, red eyes half opened, his breath hitching.

“don’t…” he started, voice low from sleep. “they’re sensitive.”