“Every night you visit me” Constantine sighed.
Ok, this one would be sort of a follow up for this drabble here, but feel free to picture Tom Ellis’s Lucifer too if that does it for you.
Also, it took me longer to find this picture than to write this drabble. F--k you tumblr gif search!
Warnings: smuttish (implied blow jobs)
He woke up when the bed dipped under their weight and just turned to look as they crawled closer on top of him. The first time this happened, he had been terrified, certain they had come to take his soul to hell, now he knew better.
Their lips pressed against his stomach, making Constantine arch up, especially when their hot tongue followed, making a wet trail up his scar, chest until they found his lips, catching them in a searing kiss that had Constantine throbbing in his boxers.
“Every night you visit me” Constantine sighed.
“Are you complaining?” Lucifer asked with a smirk, nipping on John’s earlobe, making the exorcist moan.
The truth was, Constatine should complain or at least tell the fallen angel not to come again because he was a servant of the balance. He fought to make sure Lucifer’s domain would grow with even more souls. For all purposes, they were Constantine’s enemy.
“I can always stop,” they said, hand slipping under the waistband of his boxers and rubbing John’s cock to full hardness. “And leave.”
Constantine considered the fallen angel’s offer and sighed again, shoving at his shoulder to make them move down his body.
“Tomorrow,” he declared and Lucifer grinned wickedly, before taking Constantine in their mouth.