I Let You Make One Whole Painting And Have An Absurd Amount Of Cropped Pictures... [He Knew Rook Wasn't

mmmh can I get smothered in praise and fucked hard, please

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

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.

[He didn't know if he could silence the Hell Noise in Pride anymore than he could silence his own. Most he'd ever managed was pushing it into the background of his psyche and hoping nothing gave it the push to come stomping out to the front.

But he could use Duncan's big beefy arms to encircle the Sin when he came in close. They were good for holding. Knew that form personal experience.

Still in his patch of emotional fallout, he didn't say anything and kept being of a sort of service. Though, at least, the desire to rub hand along the demon's back was an affectionately based one. Not a mindless thing he did. Sometimes he just had a little unintentional PTSD flare up.

He still pushed his head back into Pride's and kept him squeezed in firm.]

[ Pride didn’t turn around when Lucifer came back. Still stuck in debate and staring at his stupid crown and railing at the things that his mind so desperately wanted him to believe.

It was all so fucking

LOUD.

He fought it in the only way he knew how. Chasing impulse. Finally turned to look at Lucifer - god he was pretty in any form - and then back down to his dumb little crown. Ended up crushing it in his hand before going right on ahead and slinking over to where Lucifer was and nudging his big stupid lizard head against the Fallen’s.

Shut the Hell Noise up for me just for now. I want to stay. Please please. ]

When I get to it, impatient Nelly. [Tsked without any real anger.

He was mildly delighting in getting Rook naked right now. Sue him. Hands dragged shirt up and off Rook to finish the job. He was being lazy when he made Rook do the complicated parts with his telekinesis was all.] I haven’t gotten to  ogle my own bonobo husband it at least a week.

[Once he’d gotten the shirt to drop and join the rest on the floor, he was raking gaze right over Rook. Coming back up after a beat to trace the scar he left in script across collarbones with rough finger tips. Somehow he forgot about that little detail on the other and appreciated it anew.]

[Rumbled under the bruising teeth in his chest, worrying teeth into his own lower lip a moment. Trying to focus and make a decision--A difficult thing to do when his husband was also feeling him up.

Fuck it. His focus came back to Rook with that pinpoint way he had. Got hold of his chin between a couple of fingers and stole another heated kiss before, low and direct;] 

Get out of these. [Free hand tugging at the waist band of his trousers. Well aware what all waited there, thank you.]

There was a particular kind of suffering when she did that roll. Hmn. Hand coming off her neck and settling onto her shoulder. Fuck. What was he saying?

Doing?

Something with her body, probably. He took to kissing the back of her neck. Then down along her spine. Forgetting he was supposed to be holding her down. Mumbling against skin. "Beautiful, bossy, Irene." Mused to himself more than anything. "Pretty in heels. Pretty in a throne."

Doesn't take much more than a sliding push of a hand to get her panties down around her thighs. And same hand up between them to stroke hot little center there. Forgot to take off his gloves. He'd remember eventually.

“Oh you’re so funny. Pouring my heart out and you’re making jo-AH!” Irene squeaks as he closes the distance, spinning her around and pushing her into the bed. In her surprise she had let go of his tie, hands now gripping the sheets as she arched her back to press her ass more against the grinding hard on. It wasn’t fair how much the little display of power and dominance turned her on.

She’d attempt to lift her head, just a little bit to give him a tiny bit of sass as she tilts it to the side so she can look up at him with a snarky grin until he followed up his love comment. Her cheeks turn bright red and she’d let her gaze fall.

“M-My love sounds wonderful..” She stammers before the rest of his words bring the fire back to her. She’d tilt her head up, smiling again and giving a long languid roll of her hips against him. Suffer. “I think I do quite like that…besides that what can I say? You know how needy I can get…Nothing that you can’t solve~”

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.”