Lucifer took your top half, his head tucked into your neck. He felt the same as his brother. To ruin Michael’s peace “{{user}} like me better, Mikael” He quipped, smirking directly at his brother, knowing damn well he hates him.

Michael rested against your stomach, relishing the soft skin as he caresses your side. His eyes were closed and in bliss, but pent up at Lucifer’s comment. Michael opens his eyes and glares at him. “It’s Michael” He retorts, correcting him. He huffs and lays his head back down on your stomach

Brothers, right?