[A Low Chuckle Came Out Of Him, Watching Pride Do Everything Except What He Clearly Wanted To Do.]

[Hummed and kissed his cheek before getting up from bed.]

You did, but not unexpected. [It did smell delightful. Always a curious quirk or two on the traditional. He pulled over the chair in the room to set up beside the nightstand.] Don't forget there's things to mind yourself with in the room.

[An open tease as he relaxed to enjoy the meal. Taking a little break for himself. Let the heat in his stomach simmer while he got some much needed calories.]

[ 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. ]

getting a boner when you're exclusively a bottom is so funny it's like i'm not gonna do anything with this lol. it's like if you could blush with your penis

He was patient with her. Despite her attempt to make him impatient with her squirming.

"Well, there aren't many places to roll you over without a bed." He did tease to take the edge of her nerves, he hoped. Picking her up was an effortless venture. Letting go of wrists to pick her under her butt and encourage her legs to wrap around his hips as he did. "But I will work it out, not to worry." He added in a gruff mutter.

He took her along with him to the other side of this desk here. There's a nice chair there for him to sit in with her ensconced in lap. (And he can certainty, from there, put his back to work with her on the desk if she does indeed go numbs as she fears at some point. So thoughtful.)

Once there he'd take a moment to stroke her cheek and tell her something else that's important to her earlier confessions, "It's all meat to me. I'm not in it for the thrill or the novelty. Not even for the sex appeal. I'm am, indeed, the Devil. Not some pornography obsessed man that's been picturing you bent over going 'oh' in the most bored monotone for fifteen minutes while visually zoomed in on your cunt." He was laughing at the farcical idea of it before he even finished the sentence.

He cupped her jaw to pull her back in where he could press a millionth kiss like it was the second or third one. "I'm here because you keep getting a giddy smile when I kiss you--and you broke my fucking nose." And the two here not mutually exclusive to his stupid emotional libido.

Oh it was cute how he throbbed in her hand. She started to feel a bit full of herself, smile coming to her lips as a bit of her ego began to trickle in until she felt his hands on her wrists bringing them to her back. Oh my, this was starting to get exciting.

That was until he spoke.

Her smile immediately faded, shame filling her face at being reprimanded even as gently as he did so though she’d lean into his kisses. Then a moment of pause as shame melted into fluster at the further call out about trying to impress him.

“Well…I…I just…” She stammers and squeezes her eyes shut before looking up at him. She looked surprisingly vulnerable, blue eyes shimmering as she failed at squashing this latest pang in her chest.

“I don’t want you to think I’m boring.” The truth escapes her lips before she can stop it, cheeks reddening. “You are the devil after all. You could have anyone and…” She rolls her stomach in an attempt to rub against his cock. “I don’t want you to regret this.”

She takes a deep breath. “What I want..I…I want to sit on your lap and ride you until my legs go numb, then I want you to roll over and keep fucking me anyways. N-not the most exciting thing is it? Heh..” She presses her face into his neck, flustered all over again as she decides to just bite his shoulder. Perfect save.

divorced couple energy ship will always be immaculate to me. we hate each other. we've seen each other naked. I know how you take your morning coffee. I will never make you your morning coffee again. get it yourself. here you go, I gave it to you anyway. you disgust me. I will always be somewhat in love with you. I will be yours forever. you're not mine anymore. you will always be mine. fuck you. let's fuck, for old time's sake. did you steal my cd? no, no. keep it.

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.

[How does it feel? To whip your emotions and thoughts around at break neck speeds? He'd like TO FUCKING KNOW.

I can think of some more. [Eyes lidding all the more as Pride came in near. Don't tell anyone, but his dick did a tiny alert twitch on his thigh when the Sin came in near long before Pride started saying something to him at his ear.

Some reason he didn't think Pride would take the second offer.

Narrowed gaze went from nearly sleepy soft, whiskey lazy. To sharp and dangerous as he stood up. Stepping up close and bumping Pride back until the back of the Sin's thighs were bitten by the edge of the desk in question.

He stared down at Pride's face for a few tense seconds--then reached to one side to open a drawer in the desk, taking out the bottle of lubricant.]

Move. [Like he hadn't just nearly trapped the Sin where he was. And also like he didn't plan to budge to make it easier Pride to squirm back out of that space. He wasn't.]

[ He was having a bit of whiplash here. Took him a few heated seconds to process what he was being told - what he was being asked. He spared a glance back at the desk before turning his attention back to Lucifer. ]

That's a terrible pet name.

[ But he decided to push himself up to stand, willing his legs to not shudder at all - that wouldn't do. Leaned over and pressed a steady and purposeful kiss right beneath Lucifer's ear. Ended up gesturing to the desk just as Lucifer had. ]

Far be it from me to pass up an opportunity.

[ He was antsy. Held no promises about not being aggressive. Probably obvious by how red his irises were; betrayed his infernal nature even in Host. ]

"Hngk." About the increased pressure and friction. Little much, now, but it doesn't hurt him the way it should. Pulls a flush into his face at worst. Being a menace to that poor thing.

The quickest thing to learn about Lucifer is his hands and mouth are curious and wandering things. He's intense with them. And curious. So he does indeed find her pulse and feel it. Teeth closing around the skin there on her throat and pressing tongue to feel it. It's good. (Not a single flickering Hell Noise impulse to tear it out.)

Then he had to pull away and let her get out of own shirts and things. Snorting as some of the buttons went flying. (She'd never find at least one of those ever again.) He didn't have long to be bemused before she was pressed up to him again.

Hands and fingers right back to searing over skin. Finding details and quiet honestly appreciating them. Lingering, even. Tracing when they caught and seeking out more to follow. Takes the love bite to his throat to remind him what he was doing.

Hissing in a breath and reeling some. There went his belt! Ha!

He'd let Irene get as far as to get his fly open before he'd do a maneuver to turn her around. Drawing her back into him in a trapping hold. He wasn't done touching, thank you. Stealing some power back if you please.

She's got all this warm skin to get to. And he'd be sure to make more of it visible in dragging her pants and undergarments down to at least her knees (if they fell off after, all the better). Hands went right back to wandering.

Though they had purpose this time. One gliding up high and the other low. Starting with a cup of a breast and squeeze of on inner thigh. Only warning he gave before a thumb rolled across a peak to make it pearl. And other skimmed higher to cup and stroke between thighs, a petting. Mouth had plenty of real estate to give open mouthed kisses to skin, hot and often accompanied by teeth and swipe of tongue. Between the back of her neck and spot behind her ear and shoulder and side of her neck--plenty.

He was too girthy to get down to brass tacks immediately. In his experience, he had to do some prep work. And it's a fantastic excuse for getting those hands and fingers (and sometimes tongue) into places.

Irene gives a soft chuckle at his groan, pressing her leg more against him as she claimed every messy uncoordinated kiss. She whines when he pulls away to finish pulling off his undershirt, hands now hooking into his belt.

Never had calluses felt so good, rasping the skin at her sides. Her chin instinctively lifts at his kiss, offering her neck to him as a shuddering breath escapes her. Could he feel her pulse, frantic beneath her skin? Desperate for him?

It was her turn to strip her layers and she did so viciously, snapping a few of the more stubborn buttons off in her hurry to unbutton her shirt. Then came her own undershirt, a silken tank top and under that, her lace bra. She’d press naked breast against his chest, going in for another grind with her leg. She too was surprisingly devoid of scars to the naked eye, but rough hands still managed to catch on what few there were. A few on her back, reminders of her climb to power and a thin slice between two of her ribs from a jilted lover.

“Lucifer..” A whine escapes her, needy and wanting as she kisses along his jaw before sinking her teeth in a light love bite into his neck. Nothing that would break skin, just a need to claim him if only for the moment. Hands now attempted to tackle his belt, pulling it off and throwing it to the side as if it offended her.

I never feel like I'm enough or even have any worth