[Guess They Had Not Covered All The Bases.

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[ He always enjoyed the way Lucifer so casually and easily stripped. He was happy to lay there, feeling that gaze drag over him, cock doing a little twitch in line with his pleasure at Lucifer’s admiration. And how attracted he was to his husband and Duncan in turn. Then he was in Lucifer’s lap and there was kissing and touching that he very much approved of and leaned into.

Laughed when Lucifer pulled away. ]

Y’welcome t’spend as many of those as y’like, whenever y’like.

[ He would give Lucifer a few of his own kisses in turn, though he would also grind against him at the same time. ]

Fuck, I love you so much. I’m the luckiest kind-of-a-man thing in the universe.

[ But he would slink down between Lucifer’s thighs, legs stretching out behind him and kicking lazily in the air as he settled on his stomach, admiring Lucifer’s cock more directly. Would summon over a damp cloth from the bathroom, taking the dedicated time to wash away any remnants of lube and whatnot while he let his head rest against Lucifer’s thigh. As close to an act of worship as Rook really got outside of a kitchen. ]

You aren’t the only one, yet again. Often together on many things. [He chuckled warm and mild. Content to let Rook be as attentive as he liked. Petting fingers in Rook’s hair while he was resting on his thigh that way. Was a bit intense to have that much attention on one part of himself, but--Rook was that way.

And it did buff his ego nicely to be admired by him.

Rook was easy to reward in some ways and he relaxed back against propped pillows. Inhaling quick when cooler than air damp cloth was cleaning him.] Thoughtful. And chilly. [He remarked. Otherwise patient and appreciating being cared for.]

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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.]

[Having his suits shredded every so often wasn't the worst thing. Erotic, even.

But there was a little more to someone taking the time to mind his clothing, too. His shirts were at least more replaceable than the coats and pants--and ties. Many of his ties were sentimental gifts. People liked to buy him ties. And the bits and bobs like tie pins and cuff links. He appreciated, to some extent, the differential care.

His a little busy worrying, stupidly, about the form change. That is more than a four inch differential, now. Think he'd be over that shit by now--being smaller while in Duncan. He wasn't.

Stones, when did he get full on hard? Somewhere in the middle of everything Diet was doing. He'd gone momentarily deaf, too, apparently. Skin from his throat to his chest plenty flushed--an obvious thing given Duncan's complexion.

Head dropped back against table when his body tried to full on betray him with an arch toward tongue one one roved over a pearled up nipple. He's calm! He's real chill! He's not breathing a little harder through his nose or anything.]

[ He didn't need to. Dietrich could feel and see it, and it set his own senses alight. Like getting the scent of a rabbit on the wind and then hearing its rapid heartbeat like a dinner bell. ]

Micromanaging boss, hm? Checks out.

[ Gonna shift so he can get both of Lucifer's wrists in one hand, felt a few seams pop but whatever. They could be sewed up or replaced. Freed hand was going to go down and ever-so-delicately pluck open Lucifer's jacket buttons. He'd gotten in trouble for ruining the last one, and tempting as it was to properly shred this one, he'd be nice. Tie could stay, that could be useful. But he'd get his teeth on the shirt he was wearing and give Lucifer a wicked little grin and then tear it open, savouring the little pings of buttons coming off. More skin for him to get his (bigger, wetter) tongue on. ]

[The small blessings of a very sturdy desk, he couldn't have kept himself off the ground before long without it.

He was a mess in minutes. Reluctance to act so distant about getting his insides rearranged melting off him as moments ticked. It was hard to keep it together. Didn't even really want to.

Some years ago, someone installed all these fucking secret tunnels into his chest and more and more people were slipping through them. Not a lot, but more and more...

The sounds Pride made were electrifying. Even more than the sting of his poor dick hitting the underside of the desk in tandem to the Sin's onslaught. Sound of flesh hitting flesh, too, left him seeing a few spots in his vision. It's a lot. It's borderline too much. The claws breaking into his skin at his hips makes it impossible for him to move or think.

There's just--]

P-Pride-- [Slipped out of him urgent and desperate. Uneven and searching. The hand not on desk edge went over his own shoulder to get hold of the fabric of Pride's shirt at the Sin's shoulder while he was leaned in so close. Just trying to anchor. To touch someone as he felt so hollowed out and secure at once.]

[The plan, before Pride had so rudely interrupted, had been to work himself with a bit of lube and his own fingers, but here we are 'god laughs' and all that.

Hard to say how he would have weathered out a more dry and brutal approach, but Pride hadn't gone that route.

Don't fucking artificially inflate his ego right now! His head and heart were all over the place and he didn't know where they got off to, just that he felt sore about their recent manhandling.]

H-ah! [A short, sharp, cry into the surface of the desk. That's a lot to just take in a swift go. When he truly wasn't used to being under someone else, especially. It's a hot, fiery, lance of a sensation to be suddenly full despite any resistance his body might've offered. Felt only marginally different from the sting of pressed in claws.

He sent a hand up to blindly find the edge over his own head to grip tightly, making the wood there creak. Focus frighteningly narrow on the grip, fill, and hold on his hips. Aware of the warmth radiating off of the Sin hovering so close to his back. Comforted.]

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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.]

Boys who are bigger than me and still submit? Hot. Knowing that at any moment you could 100% not do what I’m saying and yet here you are, on your knees, willfully submitting? To see you look up at me and trust that I know what to do, what you should do, and you’re goin to give over all you have to me even though you don’t have to? Amazing . 11/10.

On the other hand, there are the boys who I 100% can pick up and throw on a bed. I can pin your arms against a wall and we both know that you cannot get out from under me, I am in complete control. To look those boys in the eye in see you squirm a bit, and know that you won’t get out. To look them in the the eye and see the trust that I know what I’m doing and I’m gonna take care of you, of us, and they’re going to love it? Incredible. 11/10.

Submission isn’t a body type. Submission isn’t better or worse with a certain body type - it’s just different: a different power structure, a different type of trust.

So tell me what you need baby, and I’ll deliver.

Isla Gilham

lucifer out of host is a LITTLE insecure about his dick size

but if he's feeling confident with a partner, he can certainly use it just as good as someone bigger

Having a praise kink and a degradation kink is so much fun because you can say literally whatever you want to me and I'll cum about it. Call me a pretty boy with your fingers in my mouth? Im moaning and sucking even harder. Make me gag on your hand while you whisper what a pathetic filthy whore I am? I'm dripping and ready to get fucked Right Now