[As Usual, There Came A Point Where He Was Overwhelmed. Driven To Hide His Face Somewhere And His Carefully

[That earned a slow blink from the Fallen. Sorting the request and the implication. He was staying? Wanted to?''

While he was mulling that into something sensical, he pulled up mutual pants and did deft things to tuck them, too. When the asking got in past his defenses his expression fell. Not with...anything bad. Just...

He gathered Pride up and...fell into a familiar pattern of service. Taking him away from the office and into the hall. Soon into a bedroom. The bedroom was kept warmer than the rest of the building with those hot water pipes from another ring. Had more running around it in the walls and floors. Keeping the stone heated.

He set Pride down on the bed and lingered a moment to touch his cheek. Brushing knuckles then drifted away. Bringing back cleaning wipes from a dresser drawer. And going to the attached bathroom to deal with himself.

Just give him a minute. He'd sunk into a reserve to keep his heart and head from doing something cruel to him with the expectation Pride would leave. Now he had to...climb out of it. Somehow. In the meantime he was just doing things he needed to do. Like tending them both in the aftermath.]

[ It was all so fucking frustrating. Constantly felt like some kind of vagabond drifter that nobody wanted to hover around for very long, lest they end up being used by him in some scheme. ‘Established’ or not, it always felt like he was fighting to keep what he had.

But he was at fault for it. He knew that. Mad at himself, mostly.

He stayed silent as he felt those hands on him. Felt Lucifer so maddeningly close but like he was slowly teetering on the edge of losing him all over again. Realistic or not that that would actually happen.

Pride hated that he wanted… needed some… kind of “security”. It was so fUCKING stupid. So much so that when he actually spoke again, his voice broke like he was trying to get the words out before they died on his tongue. ]

Let’s…go somewhere… not here. A-Anywhere.

[ Wherever. Fuck. He didn’t know. Shouldn’t have even said it when he didn’t know where. ]

[The kiss makes him more tense somehow. Like a coiling spring in a music box.

Comes loose like one, lashing sharp edges, when the kiss breaks and Pride speaks. Like he'd been waiting for some kind of permission to do it, he got fistful of the Sin's shirt collar and shoved him back and up into the wall he'd mentioned before.

Not to choke him. Just to pin him and have him held up the couple inches to his fucking comfort level to kiss him again.

At some point between the first and second kiss, heat had gotten into his eyes. A consuming fire sort of heat.

Matched the way the kiss stole from Pride's influence as much as his lungs.]

[ If Pride had dialed into Lucifer’s need earlier with his requests, then those eyes were like having the realization slam into him like a truck that skidded on black ice. He was not so naive to think that others like himself were prone to emotion that they didn’t necessarily want. It was why Pride was ending up with violent attachments. And it dictated how he handled them. (Poorly, mainly.)

But he was not used to it being so obvious. And certainly not on Lucifer. It sent a weird sensation of violent, buzzing wasps in his chest and up into his ears, drowning out a lot of the already muted ambiance around them.

This wouldn’t do. Had he let his influence slip from the Fallen so badly??? Had he been THAT distracted? Or was it because he felt like he was no longer needed…?

It didn’t matter. What mattered now was how he would go about addressing it. Before the buzzing got louder.

Not looking away, he tucked the sunglasses into Lucifer’s pocket, for now. Didn’t want him hiding behind them again. But he soon reached up to take that face in his hands. Wouldn’t force him to meet his gaze before leaning forward to catch that mouth with his own. He’d seen enough of the staring. He’d let his influence seep in through the contact, digging through the well to feed Lucifer a quick dose before he pulled back just enough to say: ]

Take as much as you want. Whatever you need. [ He said lowly, encouraging even in his words as they tumbled warmly from his lips. ]

You and only you are worthy enough to have my All.

He was a man of boxer briefs. Goofy ones at that, usually. Dark blue with a repeating pattern of sharks. He wasn't personally a fan of sharks. He'd been trying to appeal to someone--and consistently interrupted. He hadn't changed them out yet. Didn't exactly plan out this situation, either. All that to say, the bite certainly made his arousal throb hard and weep more.

Choking on his own attempt to hold in a haggard shout of pain-pleasure-pain?pleasure? "Fuck!" Came out of him directly after.

No one fucking did that. Excluding Vox, very recently as a solution to a problem, and Stanley who did that shit for fun. No one just came up and hurt him for pleasure.

Intimately and keenly aware that Diet was holding back and a bit more pressure would break skin. Hell, if he tensed his thigh, he could make them break skin. If he jerked the leg, even. Any number of changes would get teeth in his leg. It's tempting.

He doesn't. That's not--he can't. Diet didn't agree to that. Couldn't put that on Dietrich anymore than anyone else around him. No matter how bad the worst parts of him wanted to fill the Stan shaped hole.

Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut instead. Focusing on the sensation in full, instead. It's still good. Still keeps him breathing hard and fisting his hands trapped under Dietrich's. Still thrums through his senses.

[ Let out a rumble of a laugh once more at the reaction, very satisfied with the torture he was indeed inflicting.

Belt would go, and trousers would get undone and unceremoniously shoved down past Lucifer's knees. Could smell that pre. He'd let a warm gust of breath go over that damp underwear and the concealed boner, getting his mouth open wide to give a bruising bite around Lucifer's left thigh.

Might have broken a little skin, but he was careful to avoid the big veins and arteries, letting his tongue drag and circle along the sensitive inner thigh area. Groaned. Could certainly bite a lot harder-- wouldn't even be difficult-- but he was doing juuuust enough to wreck him without actually wrecking him. ]

Make me feel alive

When he got ONE whole breath, un-assaulted, he was able to answer with some CRANK AND IRE. (Not to diminish the love he felt for certain bonobo man and electronic chatterbox.)

"No! I just--" Calm down. The hardest thing in the world for him to do when he wasn't being antagonized and stripped naked. "I have to be prepared due to certain people." He huffed out with less anger. He was being pragmatic and responsible!

The opposite of whatever this was. Hissing in a breath under the scratching the claws. Hmn. Barely recovering from that when Diet preceded to be a bastard! Coloring up hot in his face all over again before he turned his head away with a jerk. Fucker. May as well have rubbed it into his face.

Not that he got to grind his molars for long.

"Ha-ah!" Future promises lost on Lucifer who was struggling to stay relaxed enough to take all that in a go. Directing tension into his lower belly and shoulders. And the press of knees into either side of Dietrich's hips. Head pushing into his own bicep which knocked shades askew.

Just going to give Lucifer the Biggest Look about the lube in his suit pocket. "Were planning on this? Clairvoyant? Or just hoping someone would indulge?"

Boy, he's having a great time being a nasty old man at Lucifer right now. All those fun reactions, and snapping at him like he's not held down and stretched over Devang's kitchen table.

Dragged his claws up Lucifer's stomach and chest, not being delicate enough to stop some little red lines opening up as he moved the Fallen a little to the side to get at his coat. Found the lube and set it down on the table, dragging the boxer briefs and trousers down Lucifers' thighs and off his legs completely, pausing only to get the Fallen's shoes off one handed, tossing them on the kitchen floor. Setting the trousers and underwear up on the table next to Lucifer. Was all purposeful about it too, letting those pre-smeared sharks sit in easy view. Look what you've done so far, Lucifer.

"There. Now can get at you without pesky clothing in way..."

Looking down at him like he was an all you can eat buffet.

Flipped the bottle of lube around, still doing things one-handed, not going to let Lucifer's wrists go. Not until he was inside him. Got a generous amount of lube on his fingers, pressing two together to Lucifer's entrance, massaging around, half-teasing as he worked one in, then the other in short order.

"Next time will eat ass out properly, when I know you can behave."

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[ He appreciated the warning, pulled up a little so it filled his mouth, humming and continuing to work Lucifer’s cock through his orgasm. Swallowed greedily until there was nothing left, lips and tongue gentle as they collected the last few drops before he pulled off. ]

Fuck yeah, luv. That was a treat.

[ He was going to crawl up and flop down on the bed, half draped over Lucifer. ]

[Couldn’t help the way he was boneless where he was in the aftermath of that. Managed to get arms encircled about Rook. Nosing into his hair. Fairly innocent and affectionate until he remembered something he forgot.

For shame. He’d been too wrapped up in the wrap of Rook’s lips.

He’d remedy that with a sneaky, light, lay of teeth into that spot behind Rook’s ear. Holding him more tightly in place against him as he did. No escape.]

He laughed, a booming sound that rolled around throat and chest. Her intense statement was, to him, silly in the moment despite her intentions and the follow up just made it more absurd yet.

In fact, this whole situation? Bit absurd. He leaned more into the desk behind him, but in such a way he was sitting barely on the edge of it. Let him take some weight off his feet.

The laugh, at least, was a short and punctual one. And, luckily, he wasn't the sort to cool off from laughing.

Made him a touch more heated, honestly.

"You just love going hot and then cold, hm?" The hand on her neck had migrated too. Letting that control go in favor of catching her jaw corner and running gloved thumb passing over her lower lip. If he smudged her lipstick? Oops~

At least his gloves were fine, soft, broken in leather.

She got a kiss, then. Followed up his thumb. He was bold with it, if soft and--mindful. He could sense something of a reservation and more than the kind where she was trying to play it cool. So while he tested tongue along hers, he didn't get too aggressive with it. More of a cheeky little taste and invitation.

Half a distraction so he other hand could press into the small of her back and encourage her to step in all the closer. Right up between his knees. The choice is decidedly not an overbearingly masculine one. Makes him the one at a bit of a stance disadvantage and slips some control back to her court in a subtle way.

He still got the benefit of her warm curves flush up to him. But it sure meant his arousal was getting no place to hide while intimately pressed to one of her thighs. Garments keeping it lilted to one side.

He'd also forgotten about his nose. He truly did not have a working pain reception system. It ached and felt hot--not dissimilar to other parts. What was the difference? At least he'd stopped bleeding.

Her feet stumbled across the floor, allowing her body to come as close as he had wanted as her hands come to clutch his jacket in almost a desperate grip.

Damn him. Damn him and his stupid sexy face, his stupid way of talking, and damn him most of all for not being afraid of the spikes that she wore to protect herself. She wasn’t supposed to be vulnerable and she wasn’t supposed to be in situations like this, giving control over to a man.

Yet here she was.

Their thread would be connected pinkie to pinkie, and in this moment, she wrapped it around her throat as those red plump lips of hers part.

“I wouldn’t want you too.” Her voice is barely louder than a whisper and a shiver runs the length of her body as she seems to just melt into him. Her hands slide up his body, along his arms and shoulders to his neck. Her nails are feather soft against the skin, teasing in their touch as they climb his pulse to the sides of his face.

“If you’re going to fuck me…fuck me with your whole heart Lucifer…” Her voice grows thick, breath growing a touch faster as she closes her eyes. “Carve yourself into my body and soul so I never forget.”

Then one eye pops open as she gives him a rather nervous smile. “O-Or we could…just like..make out if you’re not wanting..you know…that’s okay too.” A weak attempt to backpedal, although admittedly a very halfhearted one. Even in a state like this, she at least had to try to maintain some sort of defensive posturing despite her body screaming at her to rip his clothing off and ride him until he went blind.

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

He got very narrow in his awareness and perception in a HURRY. Stance loosing some stability and traction in the effort to chase hips into hand. Bit overeager in his own right. Skin plenty flushed from sudden stroke and squeeze. Bit of pearled pre gathering under teasing thumb. "F--fu--"

He didn't get to finish that sentiment when Pride gave him a spin and another firm shove. At least the cool surface of the wall felt nice on overheated cheek and mildly welted up chest.

Sharp contrast to the hot breath presently against the back of his neck. And the body pressed into his. He aught to feel something other than satisfaction to have Pride dry grinding into his ass, but--

Sometimes it's just gratifying be badly wanted.

"This isn't--" A rough, shaky, breath as he turned forehead to wall. "--what i meant by paying--paying dues." It'd hard to concentrate when he could imagine hardness currently mocking the act being inside him instead.

He would put up with that groping and grinding for only so long. Until he could unbutton shirt buttons to get hands and nails along Lucifer's chest to touch and feel and scrape. Then wandering hands down to his belt to undo. Until he could reach into pants and wrap fingers tantalizingly around that erection so he could stroke and squeeze, thumb coasting over the tip with purpose.

Just in case he wasn't worked up enough.

But wouldn't linger too long. Would eventually get Lucifer by the hips to tug him away enough to turn him around and press him flush against that wall. Urgent and feverish in his movements to the point of impatience, for just a few brief moments when he pressed hips in a grind to Lucifer before he could even get himself undressed properly to do the damn thing.

EMBARASSING, HONESTLY. But he was a bit ravenous, at the moment. Too much to care.