Lucifer does briefly consider pulling away, making himself more comfortable, especially after the fall, but the moment that Gabriel loops his legs around him, he settles. It's much better to curl into Gabriel's embrace, his breathing still heavy, his eyes closed. He opened one to take in the shattered frame of the bed, far beyond saving.

"Mm," he groused. "I prefer it on the floor anyway."

He uncoiled slightly, dropping his weight toward his left shoulder, bringing his right hand up to trace the patterns on Gabriel's throat. "I could get used to this."