[The Kiss Was Well Received And Returned. It's A Good Kiss. Pulls Some Tension Out Of Him Even Before

[The maneuver with the shoe was a bit of a dirty trick in a way. Lucifer could get into a headspace where he was very much actively aroused--and ignore it. Couldn't very well ignore it while attention was pressing along the very expression of it.

Didn't have to play up the tension in his shoulders anymore. Or newly in his thighs. Next breath less even. Much more aware of his own aching again. Felt stepped on despite Rook never having put any weight behind it.

Attention pinpoint until he heard a zip and caught sight of something that admittedly watered his mouth. He'd always be a sucker (hah, pun possibly intended) for oral. He'd always been most engaged with his mouth and hands getting onto his partners.

Hardly needed the touch in his hair to tip his head and arch toward the offering. Always enjoyed Rook's voice, enjoyed he was a talker, kept his sound-loving self well fed, but he felt like talking himself in that moment was a hinderance and a speed-bump to what he wanted to fill his mouth instead.

For Rook he certainly didn't mind seeming overeager. He lolled tongue out as a landing pad with lips parted. Gaze up at Rook an entreat.]

[ He was a singular sort. Grinned down at the sight of Lucifer as he was, licking his lips in sincere and unabashed, adoring lust. Drinking him in and committing the sight to memory, since he couldn't ask to paint him just now. ]

Now don' you jus' look like a right treat... Lucky if I ever make something that looks half as good.

[ He'd trace the tip of his shoe against the seam and zip of Lucifer's trousers, along the cramped underside of his cock, just enough to really torture the poor thing. ]

Not jus' yet, though. Y'know I always worry about you eatin' well, luv.

[ Rook was happy enough to get his own fly undone, trousers unbuttoned, to let his cock out, curling just a little to the side as he reached down to get a hand threaded through Lucifer's hair to the back of his skull, pulling the Fallen forward a bit, head tilted back. ]

Hungry?

[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. ]

one of my favorite things is something i heard a long time ago.

paper bondage.

its where you make cuffs out of strips of paper taped together and if the cuffs break, the scene is over. so your sub has to do everything in their power to keep their hands together and not to break the cuffs. so its completely mental bondage.

anyone wanna try it?

[It was complicated.

The longer he had that kiss the less anger bubbled up. The less vitriol was in the kiss. He'd been worried, okay?

He tried to chug fucking holy water and...

The kiss broke and Lucifer stayed in close. Breaths sharp and short. His own hands got up to the sides of Pride's neck, thumbs brushing over jaw corners. Hitching with nose pressed to the Sin's cheek as Pride's hand found what it was looking for, a semi-firm outline.]

[ Pride was no more a fan of being on his knees than Lucifer was, but in some cases... He could make an exception. This was one such exception, and though he let out a sound into Lucifer's mouth as he was forced down, he didn't make any effort to change their position, hands bracing against Lucifer's thighs as he forced them apart and snuck in as close as he could to the seat of that chair.

Yes, he was an asshole. An asshole that was currently gripping tightly to pant leg with one hand while the other was coasting upwards to touch and feel and press. If he wanted to be aggressive and angry and bothered, then take it out on Pride right then. The Sin was more than fine with that, so long as it was Lucifer. ]

holding a magnet to your crt girlfriend's face for just a moment so you can watch her emotions and personality all coalesce and dissolve around the pretty little spot of void you've made in her

[Barked a laugh despite himself. Larynx bobbed with a swallow while Rook was at his throat like that. Inspired a great tenderness and that always translated to one of his absurdly triggered love chubs. It was just a little upsetting for his ego when he got worked up so quick over virtually nothing especially horny going on.

Not so idly taking stock of surfaces near to them while his shirt was being undone.]

[Rook was terrible about his affectionately spicy mischiefs. He gave another light snort when he was let freeeee.]

I’m the sweet one? I didn’t even rub your back. Must have me mistaken for one of your other attention sources.

[Guess they had not covered all the bases.

It was plenty sudden.

He grabbed the front of Pride's suit, after a beat of surprise and confusion, and yanked in such a way as to bring Pride down on his knees in front of the chair, between his own needs. Where the kiss could get crushed back into Pride's stupid fucking mouth.

Jackanape! Asshole.

His grip loosened, but the kiss didn't break. Giving good as he got with teeth and tongue.

Fuck you, actually.]

[ Pride felt himself a bit enclosed there with a roll of his eyes to how that was being done, but that was just as well. Served his purposes fine when he shoved that chair just enough away from himself to spin it around to look at Lucifer in the face. ]

This, idiot.

[ Then leaned down to take Lucifer’s face - not quite caring how aggressive he was being - and pressing his mouth hard to the other’s. Would get teeth involved if he needed to. But he needed to do this either way.

Pride was learning stupid uncomfortable truths about himself and the people around him every fucking day. Whatever. WHATEVER.

Fuck it. ]