[He Used To Have A Stare That Was Just Seething, Ball Busting, Critically Acclaimed, Hate.

He nearly didn't catch that her handed was headed places. Distracted.

Wasn't until she got hold of him through layers of fabric that he hissed in a surprised breath, fingers that had been circling her clit around pausing. He got hold of the offending wrist and guided it away to hold against the small of her back. He wasn't ready to be touched yet. His clear head was stored in the trapped dick at the moment.

"Don't worry. You'll have run of that in a moment." He promised, voice on the fat side with desire. Thick finger delved between folds and in deep. Second joining shortly after. Mindful, but wanting her to feel slightly overwhelmed. Always eager for sounds. Followed up his actions with nice wall stroking thrusts of those fingers. "I'll be all yours. Whatever you want, love." A more breathless assurance.

He just wanted a little something for him, first.

The kisses along her neck send shivers along the length of her body, a soft giggle bubbling from her lips as her back arches with the kisses along her spine. She hears the words whispered against her skin, closing her eyes. This is what she had been craving, his undivided honest attention. No feelings or thoughts stealing his mind away from her. Just…them. Together.

She basks in it like a cat in the warm sun, stretching her arms out and pressing her ass against his hand when his fingers capture her panties to slide them down. She was glistening already, aching to be touched and she’d give a happy mewl when he obliged.

“Ah…Lucifer..Mmm~” She lifts her head to look back towards him, biting her lip as she pushes against his fingers. The feeling of the soft leather on such sensitive skin felt so different, and it was making her quiver. She reaches an arm back, attempting to touch him. Stroke him. Reach any part of him she could. If she was able to reach that aching tent in his pants even better.

[Naturally his head lifted to take stock of the change of reality. It's...

He knows to some degree what Pride is doing. What he'd always done. Slid up next to him with soft little whispering purrs that got him to put his logic down like a draw bridge lowered and let Pride in where he could fuck him up.

That is what Lucifer was expecting, wasn't it? Inviting, even?

Again, it'd been a century or two. Stan wasn't pulverizing Lucifer's sense of self on the regular anymore.

Yet...he still wanted the boost. The attention. The little purr.

His attention eased back onto Pride and he lifted hand to get hold of his face by his chin. Duncan had very large hands for that sort of thing. Leaned his head down the scant couple of inches in the difference of heights between them to be hovering by Pride's ear.]

Tell me some of the reasons. [He said it like an order, but it was a question. A tender request for some praise.]

For a reason. [ His voice had softened to a practical purr. One that he - if asked, he might say - that he reserved only for the Fallen. ]

There were a lot of others I could have courted danger with; risked being burned a hundred times over for. But none of them seemed as worthy of delivering that fate than you.

[ Pride stepped closer then, manipulating the space around them to a slow turn- he couldn’t stop time or anything, but he could make it seem that way. The outside world was muffled and distant. In his little bubble, he would keep Lucifer’s vulnerability secret. Nobody else needed to know. ]

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True. I do find those very flatterin’ t’the ego. An’ they make me want to spoil you more. Use all that leeway.

[ Chuckled when he reached down and felt the chub there. Nice. ]

You did offer me a more direct taste earlier, as I recall…

[ Grinned. They could go back to heavier matters later. For now he wanted to make them both feel good. ]

[Exhaled a light grunt when Rook’s hand found that to feel up.] I did. 

[Lucifer shook his head once in amusement. He sat up and did away with shirt and his pants to deal with later. Took another moment to get Rook’s pants off in a smooth pull and toss. Not really sure why they were dressed, anyway, at all.

Admired Rook laid out under him, naked, before he sat himself down with a prop of pillows behind him. A comfortable recline. He picked up Rook’s hand and kissed the back of it before gently tugging him to join him. Wanted him in his lap at least for a few seconds. Where he could enjoy giving him a couple of passionate kisses and run hands over him. Getting some of his loving bug out of his system before Rook got his ‘taste’.] 

Alright, now you may. [He told him, reluctantly taking hands off him and smirking as he did.] Had to spend a couple of affection points before you went for my cock directly...

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[ Rook pushed past those lines in the sand Lucifer drew around himself, thought it was good for him, to have someone he allowed to get in close past the armour and weapons and violence. He liked being the one to get to See and Know those things, and he didn’t want them to go to waste. ]

Y’make me want t’spoil you, what can I say? I basically pop a boner whenever you smile, these days.

[ Kissed him again, slower this time, more lingering, with a hand splayed over Lucifer’s heart. ]

Bein’ a free whatever-the-fuck I am does have its perks.

Say that like I don’t suffer a similar affliction of the love-chubs. [He drawled before he was kissed and, sure enough, he did have that when it parted. Breathing more shallow and warm. Heart steady in Duncan’s chest, but faster.]

Certainly gives you a lot of leeway in matters like mine. [Pupils had blown now that more of his focus was on the way Rook made him feel rather than heavy matters like whether he was a scar on the world or not.]

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.

Expression went soft. Shivering hard between the words, the bite, and the firm strokes through already wet spotted boxer-briefs. Breath warm and heavy on her shoulder.

She was intense. When she wanted to be.

Though the sudden flagging confident made him chuckle, slightly winded. One day he'd get her to stop second guessing herself. For now, he inhaled sharp through her bite before he was up near her ear again. Offering a quiet placating groan of pleasure before speking,

"My word is feather. There are few things you can do to me that I won't like." He kissed the spot between her shoulder and throat. Dragging teeth into skin a little. "I don't get on my knees. Unless I choose to." That was the hard limit. Aside form some standards about hygiene and bodily functions. Functional knee use, like now, obviously didn't count.

He hoped that gave her some confidence.

Lucifer sat back some and started removing clothing articles that weren't needed. All the ones except for the tie~ That she seemed to love pulling. "You do seem to like this body best." A smug tease as composure returned for a moment. Bringing her her hands to his skin on his chest and torso. "I know you want to tell me what do to. Tell me. Do I need to help you get strapped up, love? Do I need to lay down and prep while you get ready?" Encouraging her to be herself.

That's all he'd ever wanted. All that made him love her. All that got him so hard as he was right now.

“What if I want all of the above?” Irene whispers against his throat, finally getting his belt buckle free and pulling it loose before launching the entire belt across the room. It had angered her, daring to stand in the way of her and the treasure she sought. The pants were next, unbuttoned and unzipped so she could slip her hand inside.

“I’m going to put it on, then I want to watch you fuck yourself on it. I wanna hear my name on your lips when you cum.” She bites his neck, leaving a nice little mark. “Then it’ll be my turn to ride you and ooh am I going to ride you. Then when I can’t move anymore, fuck me like you’re trying to give our baby a brother.”

She strokes him through his underwear, biting his neck again before pausing. “Ah, if that’s okay of course. I want you badly but not enough to make you uncomfortable…and you can choose form. I’ll fuck both…but if you’re going to switch to the other form, we gotta make sure we put the tie on. I want it to stay on.”

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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.

[Lucifer's face heated up on him and he didn't want to talk about that. Swallowing hard once the tongue was on his throat.]

You think damned souls manage themselves? I'm the only thing between you and Asmodeus trying to smash planes together, for one thing. [Calling his work useless. Fuck you, sir.]

And what use has that been, hm? So much wasted energy and now pinned down here under big, bad werewolf...

[ Leaned down and was going to be an ass and shove his face against Lucifer's throat, let his human teeth scrape over it, catching against Adam's apple before following with a wet lap of his tongue. ]

Tasty little treat...

Yes we all know and love power play, but what about the inverse?

Instead of being forced to kneel for the mafia boss or alpha werewolf or huge hulking demon... they kneel for you.

Big broad shoulders trembling as you deny them for the fourth time. Holding back growls as you yank them around by their horns, put their head where you want it. Hearing that deep, usually confident voice shake as they beg to be allowed to come.

I think that's even more hot. Knowing they could end you, but instead choose to let you treat them like a plaything.

Hh. Fuck. Okay.

Just ended up catching up Pride's bottom with both his hands and dragging their hips in close together. Such a way as he ended up pressing semi-erection to one of Pride's thighs and Pride would ended up similarly.

Head held in place and pulse hammering away under the kisses on his neck. Breaths more than a little unsteady.

Pride had not a single fucking complaint at the hint of response to his movements. Not quite as fluid, but definitely fucking tenderized lately. Between his realization that he was grieving beings that he did not think he would ever grieve, to the sudden one-eighty that was falling in with the weird half-fae musician, to almost fucking dying too many times lately, he did not have quite as much desire to be playfully aggressive beyond the surface-level.

Ended up keeping one arm around Lucifer while the other coasted up and into his hair. Finding purchase there while he diverted his mouth to steady, maybe slightly greedy kisses along his jaw and down to his neck. Clinging, a bit. Always hungry for him whenever he could find the time and place where he was allowed to be. Where no one saw.