[Barked A Laugh Despite Himself. Larynx Bobbed With A Swallow While Rook Was At His Throat Like That.

fucking someone to the point they go from talking back and being bratty to being a nonverbal whimpering mess is a need

[Handsome, goofy, bonobo husband. He pressed a number more of kisses to his face and lips, brief and soft.] Love you too. [He pulled out of himself from that vulnerable place in him.

Wasting a little bit of soul energy to mimic a minor miracle that cleaned up them both of the mess they'd made without needing to leave for a shower. He wanted to keep him here. Close and warm and his.

Even slipped out of Duncan to press Rook between them too of them. Something Duncan had no problem facilitating by squeezing them both into himself as he settled them into laying comfortably together.]

[ He did. He trusted Lucifer implicitly, explicitly, in every way. Especially with that spot. If he used it 'against him' it was for fun and not to take advantage in a bad way.

Rook was well-addled but made pleased noises about the affection, psychic energy stroking over Lucifer, little staticky prickles touching whatever was available while his higher functions were rebooting. His balls would certainly ache before long, but Rook would say it was well worth it. ]

Luv y'...

[ Managed it more on reflex than anything else, his subconscious need to tell Lucifer still in his mental buffer. ]

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At this point he was pretty used to his suits getting FUCKED. But if he ties survived, he ate the consequences really.

He heard that non-verbal desperation loud and clear. Frankly he was echoing it with a very slight variation of 'fuckmesobad'. Couple of messy infernals, always.

Hands found their way back to butt, but got under clothing that time. Urging Pride to rub into his thigh because it made it that much easier to do the same into Pride's. With the added bonus of something soft to palm and grope.

Always had a fucking mood when thinking too hard about Lucifer, really. Fucking stupid Fallen had a part of his brain constantly in a chokehold. Only got to act on it so often that when he could, it came out in some level of pent up positive aggression. Not caring enough to keep any real barriers up for the sake of ego when he was having nails against his back like that. Swore under his breath and pressed his hips in a steady grind up against Lucifer's leg with eager want.

Obsessed with all of the sensory inputs he was getting just then. Made a point of non-verbal 'wantyousofuckingbad' by kissing him hard and fast. Hands up and reaching for that dumb tie of his to undo it. Still not breaking his own rule of keeping himself from doing any damage to Lucifer's clothing.

Always wanted consideration for his own when he could get it, so made sure he paid that forward in kind.

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[ He would reward Lucifer with some kisses along his jaw and throat when he was spun around, clinging happily to him. And then they were in bed, and he would snuggle up to him, dragging fingers through Lucifer’s hair. ]

Absolutely bafflin’ how I make y’into all this, isn’ it?

[ Snorted. ]

Y’been burnin’ the candle at both ends again, looks like, Lucifer. Need some time t’relax…

[Leaned into the fingers in his hair and snuffed out some air.]

Completely and always. Don’t think I’m going to figure it out since I still haven’t.

[He set his head on Rook’s lap and sighed. Full of air he was getting out of himself. Extension of him relaxing, maybe.]

I know. I know. Soon. You know how I feel about October. I’ll take a whole break then. For now, you can complain about it in the meantime. As long as you also call me handsome and pretty and wonderful. [He had that praise thing, after all.]

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[ Rook liked the intensity of it, especially when he concentrated on the way the pen scored those lines into the paper and left its trail of ink behind. Shuddered a bit about it. ]

Oh, well. I know y’could always stop me if I did somethin’ you really didn’ like.

But I do also know how, ah, stuff down here works. So I appreciate the risk. Plus I won’ lie I do get a nice lil Prideful thrill whenever I get t’call you m’husband, got you all wrapped around m’finger in this gay as fuck relationship an’ family an’ everythin’. Y’mine an’ I’m yours, jus’ ‘cause we decided we want it like that.

[ Wouldn’t call him on the blush directly but would take it as an excuse to get even hammier about the affection. ]

[The push on the haminess certainly spread the color across his nose bridge and a bit into his cheeks. Fucking. Stones. Made his ears start burning enough for him to notice and reach up to rub at one of the edges of one. Not used to the sensation when he occupied Duncan.

He stood up suddenly and scooped Rook. Putting him over shoulder with arm banded across the back of his knees to start walking with him. Taking a brief pause to smack him on the butt as he stepped them through time-space in a jump to get them to the house.]

Menace.

I let you make one whole painting and have an absurd amount of cropped pictures... [He knew Rook wasn't making a threat, but it sounded a little bit like one due to his very complicated relationships of seeing his own face anywhere. Even mirrors he sort of struggled with.

He enjoyed dipping the carbs in the eggs and tomatoes. It's a finger food and he appreciated that. Didn't think much of licking his fingers clean, either. Or lounging while he ate. He had a pretty good view for it not being at one of the Rookery windows, too.]

Your cooking is the only time I really do enjoy it. [An honest moment.] It's usually tedious to eat.

Too much of a temptation t'show off for you when I ensare y'for a while. [ Nodded at the reminder. He'd get himself cleaned up shortly. Maybe play with some of the toys they had around too, if he really wanted to get Lucifer's attention again. Too busy reveling in the moment, though.

Really did just get a deep satisfaction from people (especially those he cared about) enjoying the food he made for them. ]

M'gonna have t'paint you jus' like... enjoyin' a meal one day. Really capture that appreciation an' the way y'savour stuff quietly.

[His ears were hot from that profession as much as the wonderful way that whole body tensioned and bucked up to his mouth before settling down. Then he sat up on the bed, licking lips and taking up napkin from nearby nightstand (with it's tray) to clean up his chin. Looking a little over-calm and bedroom eyed.]

So, what did you make for me, Roh?

[ He'd get to enjoy plenty of moans and whines from Rook as he got his fill. It had been a hot minute since they'd indulged quite like this, and the enthused way Lucifer had with his mouth was more than enough to have the mutant arching and hopelessly wet against his tongue.

Always did very fun things to his head and his heart, being the focus of such dedicated attention from his husband. ]

Love you... Love you so f-f-fuckin' much, Lu--!

[ He let out a gasp, thighs tensing as another crest of spine-melting pleasure ran through him. ]

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[ He appreciated the warning, pulled up a little so it filled his mouth, humming and continuing to work Lucifer’s cock through his orgasm. Swallowed greedily until there was nothing left, lips and tongue gentle as they collected the last few drops before he pulled off. ]

Fuck yeah, luv. That was a treat.

[ He was going to crawl up and flop down on the bed, half draped over Lucifer. ]

[Couldn’t help the way he was boneless where he was in the aftermath of that. Managed to get arms encircled about Rook. Nosing into his hair. Fairly innocent and affectionate until he remembered something he forgot.

For shame. He’d been too wrapped up in the wrap of Rook’s lips.

He’d remedy that with a sneaky, light, lay of teeth into that spot behind Rook’s ear. Holding him more tightly in place against him as he did. No escape.]

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i know a handful of people who see performing oral as a purely submissive act, and i just can’t bring myself to agree. it can be, of course—i have a healthy appreciate for putting a sweet thing’s pretty little mouth to better use. but god, i love the feeling of being down on my knees, watching your knees tremble and your legs buck as you try to stand tall. i love having you splayed flat out, the way your back arches and your voice shakes, as you try to get closer, closer, closer. you’re mine. mine to pleasure, if i so wish. there’s a certain kind of dominance in that.