It doesn't really matter which of them is on top. Gravity might as well not exist at all for the way Balthazar's head is spinning. Luckily, he's built like a giant wheel so spinning is something he's comfortable with. Shivering, he presses and grinds their bodies together, as if he resents every centimeter of air between them. As if he wants to blend their bodies the way they can their Graces.
Fabric is in the way, though, and as his hands slide down to undo Lucifer's belt and the fastening of his trousers, he responds to the offer to undress him with an emphatic, wordless affirmative. Unwilling to move back too far, he sits up a bit nonetheless to let Lucifer work at his clothes, but his wings arch forward, feathers brushing feathers and tangling gently.
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Date: 2019-08-21 01:23 am (UTC)Fabric is in the way, though, and as his hands slide down to undo Lucifer's belt and the fastening of his trousers, he responds to the offer to undress him with an emphatic, wordless affirmative. Unwilling to move back too far, he sits up a bit nonetheless to let Lucifer work at his clothes, but his wings arch forward, feathers brushing feathers and tangling gently.