Prince of Darkness (Closed//Mature Stalkers Enabled)

Lucifer jumped and looked over at him. "Oh, hi." He smiled a bit and stood from his seat. He needed to wait for it to dry.

"Hey." Scipio sat up and yawned, his sleeve still over his shoulder. He looked even smaller in Lucifer's clothes than he did usually.

Lucifer sat down on the bed again, slipping his hand into the shoulder hole, setting his big hand on the slim, soft shoulder and squeezing it.
"Are you still tired?"

"I don't think so… still waking up, though." Scipio blushed a bit when Lucifer touched his shoulder, but didn't object. He tried to pull his sleeve back up.

Lucifer moved his hand when Scipio tugged his sleeve up again, clearing his throat. "Right. Do you want something to eat or drink?"

"If you're hungry, sure." Scipio ran his fingers through his hair to smooth it out, smoothing down his shirt a bit.

"I was asking if you were hungry," Lucifer gently countered, raising his eyebrows a bit. "Didn't I?"

"Uh… yeah, I guess I could eat." Scipio looked up at Lucifer and blew some hair out of his face, though it came right back.

Lucifer moved it for him before ringing the bell. "I'll get something anyway. Do you feel any better after your blunder?"

Scipio looked away, a little embarrassed. "I'm fine… the floor was just wet, is all…" He muttered quietly.

"Yep, the springs are very wet, Scipio," He hummed softly, shutting his eyes a little and smiling. "You're a cutie."

Scipio's cheeks grew a bit redder and he crossed his arms, avoiding eye contact. "I'm not cute… I'm… I'm intimidating…"

Lucifer chuckled and he set a hand on his cheek. "You can try and be intimidating with me, Scipio. But I've seen you do very cute things."

"Pfft… like what?" Scipio glanced over at Lucifer, his arms still crossed.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and set his hand on the other's head, starting to stroke it and pet it like a cat's. He hoped to get the same reaction he did a few months ago out of him.

Scipio blushed more and bit his lip to try and stop himself, but eventually sighed and leaned into Lucifer's hand. "It just feels good, okay…?"

"Yeah, yeah, it feels good," He said back with a chuckle. "Honestly, Scipio, you're cute. And you can't deny it." He kept the strokes up anyway, knowing the other enjoyed it.

Scipio huffed and looked away again, but he didn't move. He closed his eyes, melting into Lucifer's touch.

Lucifer smiled warmly and leaned the human against him as he gave him more slow strokes. "You're a cutie and you don't want to admit it…"

"Nooooo…" Scipio whined, his body very relaxed. He was putty in Lucifer's hands, which could go any number of directions.

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Lucifer chuckled and just continued the strokes, deciding not to do anything more. "So, Scipio, I heard from a paper that your birthday is coming up soon."

(Lmao)
"Mm… is it? Do I age down here, even?" Scipio turned his eyes up to Lucifer, laying his head on the demon's shoulder.

"Well, sort of. In the human world, your birthday is coming up. And you're turning eighteen. And apparently that's important." He glanced down at the other. "So do you want anything?"

"Oh, yeah, it means I'm officially an adult… in America, at least. I can't think of anything in particular I want. I haven't celebrated my birthday in years. No friends or family to celebrate with, so why bother?" Scipio tucked a bit of hair behind his ear.

"Mhm. Well, we're here and we can celebrate with you. I can get you anything you want that is in within reasonable restraint," He hummed. "Well, unless you're already an adult from where you come from. Italy, right?"

(Sorry had to Google it lol)
"Nah, it's officially eighteen there too. Some countries are earlier, though." Scipio thought for a moment. "Well, you already gave me more frogs than I know what to do with and a cat…"

(Lmao)

"Ah. So your birthday is important this year, as it should be, anyway. Well, if you make up your mind you can tell me, and I'll try to get it for you."

"Hmm… What did you do when you turned eighteen? That was probably a while ago, wasn't it?" Scipio asked curiously.

"I never turned eighteen. I am an ageless being, Scipio," Lucifer said gently, looking down at him. "You gotta think about these things."

"W-Well, I figured you came into existence at some point, though I'm not exactly sure how… surely there was a time that you'd existed for eighteen years?"