...Pride demanded that he tie a little bow on this. After all, he'd been kissing for over ten thousand years.

For all the nights spent with good drink and dancing, music and conversation. For how good he always was with Charlie. For being a chaotic, fascinating son of a bitch... he brought a hand to the nape of Alastor's neck and held.

Lucifer eased back in, opting for warmth rather than a searing heat. He caught the other's lips and offered a scant brush before he pressed, like a greeting to a loved one after being away for so, so long.

Like he'd been missed dearly.