Let Him Not Be A Beefcake? Forget It. [He Joked Openly With Rook. Tossing Shirt Off To The Side And Reaching

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.

[There’s the bonobo he knows and loves. Earned a brief and groan interrupted chuckle. Thrusts unsteady through Rook’s orgasm. Gaze darkening as he rode through it. Swiping thumb through what was still on abdomen to have his own taste. He put in all the work to make it, after all.

Then he withdrew from Rook, taking his own cock in hand to add to the pooling mess there with a few firm and quick strokes. Bucking into the circle of his fingers as he spilled out. Making sure there was plenty to make Rook lick up. He deserved that as much.

He gave one of Rook’s thighs a squeeze before he stepped away to give him space and freedom.] Make sure to get all of it. Wouldn’t want to make the cleaning lady deal with it instead. Poor thing struggles enough with the blood some days. [Smug and retrieving strewn about clothing. He would put Rook’s in a neat pile on nearby visitor’s seat, at least. While putting on the minimum of his own.]

[Rook was a great sight. A more fantastic sound. Always attuned to noise more than anything. His husband really liked to talk and he really hit a sweet spot on praise and vocal-ity. Tended to make Lucifer’s spine tingle.

Had him taking a hand off hip to reach up and settle around Rook’s throat, pressing fingers along the man’s jaw and chin. Stare getting keen on his husband’s mouth. Palm against his throat. Holding without squeezing. though it was easy to brace the grip against resistance of collarbones at the same time to stop the same jostle he’d been enjoying. Make the thrusts a bit deeper and more jarring for Rook.

Leaning down and over him, against him, trapping member between stomachs, and kissing the man’s bottom lip. Making a very raw and pleased sound back. An entreating sound, too. He could rarely think around Rook’s body, but he did adore the man’s voice.]

He grinned a little Too Smug as he's pulled along--ears getting a little pink is a side thing. Walking up on his knees either side of her to follow. Obedient and focused. Rumbling a growl that was as close as he could get to a purr with Duncan's vocals.

When he was no longer following, he braced hands on bed and held himself up in place. Chin tilting to give her more room to be at his throat. Before he was just leaning into the touch on his face.

"I did say anything for you." He reminded her. He thought that was a pretty good answer. Sucking in some air when her teeth were on his neck. "You can fuck me with it. I can fuck you. This form. The other. Yours." Tried to be more direct and articulate. While some of his brain was slipping away from him at the sound of his buckle being undone. As he'd known it would.

“I’m…I’m gonna eat you..” Irene hisses, though there’s no real power behind it as she squirms. He would get the spicy he wanted in the form of her practically clawing at him after he flips her over, pulling him down.

Even as spicy as she was, she still melts into the kiss as she usually does. She’s needy, moaning as hands grasp at his suit, his shoulders, and settling for capturing his tie in her hands to keep him from pulling away too far from her. He’d be fed an ample supply of moans and soft pants, her teeth finding his lip and pulling it gently when he moves to speak.

“Finally~” She whispers and scoots back, pulling his tie to bring him up with her. “Now get your ass up here so I can rip your clothes off.”

She pauses mid pull to go in for another kiss, pulling her bra off from where it dangled at her elbow and throwing it across the room before moving to nibble his chin to his neck. She’d pause, still a bit hazy before cupping his cheek. “You know, you never did answer me about if you wanted to try that toy. I’m going to drain you like a succubus regardless but thought I’d offer before I do so.”

She then lowers her head, kissing and suckling on his neck as her free hand begins working on his belt buckle.

"Good to know." About his differences in bodies. To be fair, he had his own little hangups to work through. Lover's hands always felt the same, though. She had nice ones, like all the rest. The heavy petting is nice. Pulls a few shivers of tension here and there that she seemed to soother over with kisses.

Hnk, he didn't mind the mark-bites. At all.

He glanced toward the lubricant and nodded. Coloring some at mention of 'big big'. Stones, what did a 'bit big' mean to Irene?

This body was not extremely flexible so what he had to do was stay on his knees as he scooted closer to nightstand to get bottle. Knew enough to warm lubricant between fingers before he was reaching back with it to get to himself.

Working finger and then fingers. Soft pants and a quiet, stilted groans, for his own work. Whisky warm stare quick to find Irene and watch--not with much comprehension, but watching. Other hand working over his cock in slow strokes.

Content to work himself open until she was ready.

Irene shivers when he kisses her neck, closing her eyes. She was so thankful he was patient with her when that confidence wavered. So used was she to men that couldn’t let go of control or wanted the persona she put on for business that it threw her for a loop when he just wanted…her. All of her. However she wanted to give it to him.

“Okay.” She whispers and smiles when he mentions getting on his knees. “Don’t worry, I remember that at least.”

She strokes his cheek as he sits back, leaning back herself with a smile as he undressed. “I like both your forms, I think I’m just more used to this one.” She tilts her head to the side, letting her hair fall over her shoulder before sitting up with his gentle prompting to touch his chest. Her hands immediately begin to explore, gently stroking and massaging the muscles as she begins to press slow kisses to the now bare skin.

“Mmm..Get yourself ready.” She whispers against his skin before biting into his pec. Gotta leave at least one mark before she could scoot away from him. “I have lube on the bed table. It’s a bit…big so make sure you’re really prepared.”

She runs her tongue along the mark she left, then scoots back to the other side of the bed where she had kept the toy hidden along with the bowl of hot water that she had put the cum lube in to warm. She’d hang off the side of the bed as she secured the dildo into the harness, humming as if she wasn’t just about to wreck his ass in a minute.

Goddamn tease. He comforted himself with getting hands more back where he could enjoy the dual handfuls of her bottom. Good place for better support in future activities anyway.

He was wise enough to tighten his hold on her when she tried to do a quick drop onto him wholesale. Slowed her down the little bit to not make that an entirely painful experience. Knew it was a bit unavoidable. At least at first.

Intense for him too. Gets a sharp inhale and gritted teeth as he leaned back and got used to the fit himself. Certain a thrill to clutched good and deep during that few moments, though. Proud of her for it, almost. Pretty, stubborn, thing she was. Palms came off her only to settle onto the stops of her thighs. Petting and pressing down to keep her from moving too soon. Didn't let up on that until he felt her body relax around him.

All nice and subtle ways to control her pleasure to make sure it stayed pleasure. She might not even notice it, really.

He certainly didn't keep it up once she was bouncing herself along. Swallowing back a good girl for the sake of his tongue. One of those things he'd have to save up on. Her teeth were too close and she was too raw. He'd been pushing a bit hard at her emotions today.

The last of his 'help' was bouncing his knee under her to help her get her upward momentum before she came right back down. Had a good benefit for him, too. Put some extra oomph behind the way the impact made her softer parts bounce. Not just her chest, but her other supple places like inner thighs and bit of tummy and such. He as a sucker for some things.

Even if he was only getting a good look between her insistent kisses. He hardly minded as it meant he was also getting primo sounds direct to lips. Probably did more damage to him than the slick heat of her continuously swallowing him up. Though both sensations met in his lower belly and swirled in a patch of metaphorical sparks there. Skin flushed and soon settling arms around her in a comforting hold so she'd find herself caught against him as she rode him.

His pants and groans were more sparing and quiet. More interested in hearing hers. They were plenty engrossed when he did make them, however.

He'd let her have her fill of being The Boss. Curious to see if she'd go numb like she thought she would. Stars help her if she did. He intended to make due on her wants.

The added guidance of his hands would draw shuddering gasps from Irene, hands moving to tangle in his hair. She began to get cheeky herself, angling her hips so with each slide there was a moment where his tip dipped just a bit before sliding free once again.

His fault for letting her top.

Although she wasn’t able to keep it up forever and when she thought she had driven him to the edge of his patience, she’d pull him close and kiss him deeply as she finally arched so he slipped inside her. A groan escaped against his lips, an expression of discomfort coming across her for the briefest moment at just how much he stretched her before she settled with him fully inside her.

She takes a moment to adjust, securing her grip on him before lifting her hips and letting them fall again. Her voice comes easily again against his lips, hands clutching him for dear life as she rocked and rolled her hips on top of him.

“Oh fuck~ Lucifer~!”

I never feel like I'm enough or even have any worth

He was patient with her. Despite her attempt to make him impatient with her squirming.

"Well, there aren't many places to roll you over without a bed." He did tease to take the edge of her nerves, he hoped. Picking her up was an effortless venture. Letting go of wrists to pick her under her butt and encourage her legs to wrap around his hips as he did. "But I will work it out, not to worry." He added in a gruff mutter.

He took her along with him to the other side of this desk here. There's a nice chair there for him to sit in with her ensconced in lap. (And he can certainty, from there, put his back to work with her on the desk if she does indeed go numbs as she fears at some point. So thoughtful.)

Once there he'd take a moment to stroke her cheek and tell her something else that's important to her earlier confessions, "It's all meat to me. I'm not in it for the thrill or the novelty. Not even for the sex appeal. I'm am, indeed, the Devil. Not some pornography obsessed man that's been picturing you bent over going 'oh' in the most bored monotone for fifteen minutes while visually zoomed in on your cunt." He was laughing at the farcical idea of it before he even finished the sentence.

He cupped her jaw to pull her back in where he could press a millionth kiss like it was the second or third one. "I'm here because you keep getting a giddy smile when I kiss you--and you broke my fucking nose." And the two here not mutually exclusive to his stupid emotional libido.

Oh it was cute how he throbbed in her hand. She started to feel a bit full of herself, smile coming to her lips as a bit of her ego began to trickle in until she felt his hands on her wrists bringing them to her back. Oh my, this was starting to get exciting.

That was until he spoke.

Her smile immediately faded, shame filling her face at being reprimanded even as gently as he did so though she’d lean into his kisses. Then a moment of pause as shame melted into fluster at the further call out about trying to impress him.

“Well…I…I just…” She stammers and squeezes her eyes shut before looking up at him. She looked surprisingly vulnerable, blue eyes shimmering as she failed at squashing this latest pang in her chest.

“I don’t want you to think I’m boring.” The truth escapes her lips before she can stop it, cheeks reddening. “You are the devil after all. You could have anyone and…” She rolls her stomach in an attempt to rub against his cock. “I don’t want you to regret this.”

She takes a deep breath. “What I want..I…I want to sit on your lap and ride you until my legs go numb, then I want you to roll over and keep fucking me anyways. N-not the most exciting thing is it? Heh..” She presses her face into his neck, flustered all over again as she decides to just bite his shoulder. Perfect save.