[ Squalo slowly drains his champagne without taking his eyes off of Lucifer, sliding an arm around him as soon as he's climbing into his lap. He rests his free hand over Satan's butt and rubs it leisurely. ]
Indeed.
[ He sort of wants to point out that he's still human so hopefully it's not too long, but that sounds suspiciously like pussy talk. He can fucking handle Lucifer and his delayed arousal glory or whatever. ]
[ He holds the empty glass a bit to the side and lets it drop without a care, moving his hand to the back of the head of the angel's fleshsuit and pulling it in for a kiss. For now, no teeth, but he's still firm about it. ]
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Indeed.
[ He sort of wants to point out that he's still human so hopefully it's not too long, but that sounds suspiciously like pussy talk. He can fucking handle Lucifer and his delayed arousal glory or whatever. ]
[ He holds the empty glass a bit to the side and lets it drop without a care, moving his hand to the back of the head of the angel's fleshsuit and pulling it in for a kiss. For now, no teeth, but he's still firm about it. ]