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Lorin pulled into the parking lot. The apartment complex, despite being quite shitty, – as was par for the course for Cunnilow – reserved some spots for residents. He was lucky enough to find one this late. Lust’s 24/7 downpour and darkness gave the place an eerie look, even with the lights on. Looking at his imp passenger, Kiefe was obviously fighting sleep.
Said imp's tail was slithered around the base of his boyfriend's; it twitched a bit as he returned to consciousness.
"Are we there yet?" Kiefe mustered out, his words starting to slur, looking vaguely in Lorin’s direction as he stopped zoning out.
"Yeah. We're here." Lorin answered, "You tired?"
Kiefe looked to zone out for a second, deep in thought, before answering "I- uh- yeah... a bit." he shamefully admitted, looking down and pinching his nose.
"You want me to carry you in?"
Kiefe looked up, his cheeks starting to flush with black blood. "Um- uh- I mean-" he stammered. The Incubus relished in making his boyfriend this flustered.
Kiefe stopped his stuttering and shrank his form, crossing his arms around his stomach as his tail loosened from Lorin's. "Well, I mean... do you want to..?" he inquired.
"I'm the one who proposed it." Lorin reminded, "Plus, I'm the one asking to carry you, so, if you don't want to, then-"
"I do!" Kiefe suddenly jolted, almost making Lorin flinch as their tails untangled. "I'm sorry it's just- You know. What would..?" the imp trailed off.
"What would, what..?" Lorin encouraged
Kiefe spoke up, "What would everyone else think? Like, when we go in?"
Lorin raised an eyebrow, "And their opinion matters... why?"
Kiefe looked up, his blush gradually fading, "Just- y’know- We've already been through enough shit today, an' I don't need some imp-hatin' bahstad makin’ it worse." Kiefe clarified, his accent slipping through, as a look of glum started to fade in.
Lorin took his hands off the wheel, unbuckling his seat belt as he turned to Kiefe. "Well, if anyone tries that," he said, grabbing the umbrella from its spot behind the seat, and presenting it, "I will happily stick this down their esophagus and press the button to open it."
Kiefe's blush was resuscitated by that statement.
"Now, you want me to carry you in?" he asked, for the 3rd time. Oh Satan Lorin looked so hot when he just stared like that.
Kiefe smiled. He smiled a light, tired smile. Too tired for words, he nodded, agreeing with Lorin's reasoning. His boyfriend stepped out of the driver's side, opening the umbrella and walking to Kiefe’s side.
Opening the door, Lorin held it open with his body as he reached in, the imp allowing himself to be picked up. It kind of surprised Lorin how light Kiefe was.
The rain trickled down around them as Kiefe got comfortable in Lorin's arms, adjusting his horns so they'd rest just above Lorin's left shoulder. This had been the first time they'd really done this, but it just felt so right . The urge to sleep walloped Kiefe as he willed himself to stay awake for the eventual reward of falling asleep in bed, under cozy covers with Lorin, instead of noisy rain.
Speaking of, Kiefe felt like he teleported as they suddenly arrived in the apartment lobby. Lorin retracted the umbrella, and crammed it in his pocket, exposing Kiefe's eyes to the lights above, the imp snuggling his eyes into his carrier’s figure to avoid it.
Lorin carried himself like he would back in his younger days. Chin up. Confident stride. Looking like a bad bitch. The employee at the counter glanced, before looking back in surprise. Lorin deployed a quick glare, and she went back to work almost immediately. Good so far. He wouldn't have to defend his man’s honor, it seemed.
Waiting for the elevator to come down, Lorin looked to the lobby. Some guy in a corner sipping a coffee had stopped in the middle of it to stare. Rudely.
Lorin put on an even meaner look this time. Poising his head forward, leaning it down to give a predatory, flight-or-flight inducing stare. The guy, some office worker by the looks of it, quickly tried covering it up by finishing his sip of coffee. A little bit of it splashed on his chin from the ricochet as he slammed it down a little too hard. The office worker looked to be hiding the pain of his drink's heat, staring daggers at the table in front of him and shrinking in his seat, waiting for Lorin to stop staring.
DING!
Lorin stepped in, locating the 3rd floor on the control panel. Shit. Even he was starting to get tired. Not wanting his boyfriend to fall and crack a horn kept him well alert, though. That, and the ego boost from making that guy in the cuck corner spill his coffee. He pressed the shut button for good measure.
Just gotta get to the apartment. Room 320 at the end of the hall. Collapse into the sweet fluffiness of a pillow with Kiefe and pass the FUCK out.
Again, Kiefe was teleported. It was really hard to stay awake. Maybe he'd just pass out now. His work clothes were comfy enough. No... need... for... pajamas...
Like a light, Kiefe was out. Lorin admired how cute he looked, sleeping in his arms, so content.
DING!
Lorin left the elevator's music behind as he walked out into the hall, and to the left. A janito- "steward", exited a room and began driving his cart down the hallway. As Lorin made room for the hard-working "steward" , said "steward" stared at him as they passed ways, before stopping.
The incubus " steward" stopped his cart, looking back at Lorin with a face of disapproval, as if he had any right to judge.
Lorin reached into his pocket, grasping the metal object inside. He would NOT have some SHITTY JANITOR wake his boyfriend up.
And if he did, the cart full of cleaning chemica-
The janitor quickly turned tail. Literally and figuratively. A small part of Lorin wished the bigot had tried shit, but that was just younger, dumber Lorin talking. Older, smarter Lorin wanted to retire to his apartment with his cute imp boyfriend who he'd beat a janitor with an umbrella for.
Both Lorins were eerily the same, now that older Lorin thought about it.
A couple sluggish, weight filled steps later, Lorin struggled to find the key to his apartment. Only 3 keys. It was the one on the right, right? No... it was... nevermind, there it is!
CLICK!
The door swung open, and the safe room was open at last. A quick nudge to shut the door with his foot, and Lorin felt the apartment's cozy window-lit interior calling for him to pass out right then and there.
Trudging to the bedroom doorway, Lorin felt like the molecules in the room itself were trying to hold him down. The reward of falling asleep in bed, with Kiefe's head on his chest far outweighed that of passing out now.
Setting down his boyfriend, Lorin crawled into bed and tucked both himself and Kiefe in. Although he was asleep, the imp instinctively relocated himself to the left side of his boyfriend, wrapping his tail around said boyfriend’s back. That was all it took for Lorin to finally give in as he passed out.