It's been a long time since someone's kissed him with such need. Sure, he's had plenty of encounters laced with potent desire, but the way Lucifer presses against him reminds Furfur of his days in the Blood War. Back then, every intimate encounter was fraught with danger, with kisses stolen between battles and sex a frenzied rush whenever the time could be spared.

It makes him want to tear into Lucifer much like he had his partners back then, all teeth and claws and bodies so entangled it was difficult to tell where one devil began and the other ended. The nip to his lip does nothing to discourage this urge, and he growls into Lucifer's mouth as he surges into the second kiss, his claws just starting to dig through the fabric of Lucifer's clothes.

"You're makin' it hard to wait," he rumbles as he breaks the kiss. "Might wanna scurry away before I find us a nice alley to nestle in."