Beside the Still Waters (Locked to the_rebel_son)

[tryingitall]

The river is wide and placid, water a deep greenish-brown from a distance, clearer the closer you get, with patches of whitewater toward the center. The rocks Balthazar has set them on are a small island, more than enough space to house dozens of sunbathers, and surrounded by water weeds on all sides. There are chalk drawings on one of the boulders. Looks like a crude mermaid, a few birds, and several games of tic-tac-toe.

Balthazar looks around to make sure they're alone, and then takes Lucifer's hand and holds it against his chest, looking up into his face. "This should be safer."

His wings are still flared, in that quantum state that hides them from human eyes, but visible to Lucifer once more. If anything, they look slightly fluffier. That's either a response to the energy or some kind of semi-physical reaction to arousal. He's blushing a little, too.

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[tryingitall]

"I'm only the third prettiest in the garrison," he says with moderately false modesty. In point of fact he's not sure anyone ranked angels by beauty in his garrison, and he's not sure where he'd fall if they had, but he'd put Anna and Cas both ahead of him if he were doing it.

These things are subjective, anyway, though, and affection always makes a person ten times more beautiful.

He slips an arm around Lucifer's waist, beneath the wings, and closes his eyes peacefully. "Then I'll give you wine-flavored kisses until we're both drunk on it."

[the_rebel_son]

Lucifer shook his head. "Only third?"

Maybe this angel was getting more beautiful over time. If that was the case, Lucifer couldn't remember. The touch caused a shiver to race over his skin.

"Your lips are better than wine." Lucifer moved and touched his lips, feather light to Balthazar's. "Unfortunate, we both have something to do soon."

[tryingitall]

Balthazar may have a kink for praise and general sweet-talk. He's blushing again, tilting his head to smile against the other angel's skin.

"I know you can't stay," he says, kisses back, and nips gently at his lower lip. "But I'll be looking forward to seeing you again soon."

[the_rebel_son]

If Balthazar had a kink for praise, Lucifer was quickly discovering he might have one for the blush that followed.

"As soon as I can, petaloúdo." Lucifer whispered before taking another brief kiss. He had to get up, though he did so slowly. If he didn't get up now, he was going to stay right here, and the angel would never get any of his errands done.