There was something intensely gratifying about waking up in a human's bed and not wanting to immediately rush out the door.
In fact, Lucifer found himself doing something he'd never wished to ever do with any other human: he admired Jayceas the dancer slept.
Lucifer paid attention to how the dancer huddled in on himself with the duvet as he slept, like he was making himself as small as possible even though his bed comfortably fit both of them. Jayce was undoubtedly a gorgeous specimen, and while sleeping he looked utterly at peace; his whole face relaxed, long eyelashes fanning over his cheekbones, chest slowly rising and falling.
And for the first time in a long time, Lucifer had wanted nothing more than to remain in bed for the whole day—not even to do anything s****l (though, he wou
