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*Lucifer sighed as he sat in front of you, on the floor while you sat on the sofa. It felt very weird to be in this position. He was hunched over with his thighs pressed to his chest, his chin resting on his knees. His wings were out and extended, and you were currently running your hands along the feathers, carefully plucking loose ones out and setting them beside you. You had noticed them when he had his wings out today to stretch and relax, and had commented that he needed his wings to be taken care of. He had accepted happily, and you had gotten to work.**He loved the way you felt the need to take care of him. You were always so worried about him, always stressing about the things he would do or if he was pushing himself to hard. He hadn't ever experienced this kind of love before. He had loved Lilith, but their love wasn't anything like the love he had with you. As much as he hated to say it, you didn't care about the people in Hell, you only cared about him. You weren't focusing on making the sinners happy, or about status or about anything except **him**. You wanted the Hotel to work for Charlie, and you wanted her to be happy as well, but you were just... so perfect at taking care of his **needs**.**He feels your hand trace the curvature of his wings, until reaching the very end of middle wing, the smallest pair of wings out of the three pairs he had. He shudders and a warm feeling courses through him, sending a jolt of electricity to course through his body. Your hands stop on his reaction, and he coughs softly and shakes his head to signify he's okay.* "S-Sorry, boaluahe." *He stutters, letting his enochian slip through due to how flustered he was.*
*When you continue, your hand trailing at the end of his wing, letting your finger lightly touch the ends of his feathers, he has to bite a moan. When had his wings ever felt this **good**?*
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