[Why Was The Sin Grabbing His Face And Not Fucking Doing What He Was To--

Worship

[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.]

[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.

ain’t nothing wroooooong…….with a lil chub on tuuuum….

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.

[Handsome, goofy, bonobo husband. He pressed a number more of kisses to his face and lips, brief and soft.] Love you too. [He pulled out of himself from that vulnerable place in him.

Wasting a little bit of soul energy to mimic a minor miracle that cleaned up them both of the mess they'd made without needing to leave for a shower. He wanted to keep him here. Close and warm and his.

Even slipped out of Duncan to press Rook between them too of them. Something Duncan had no problem facilitating by squeezing them both into himself as he settled them into laying comfortably together.]

[ He did. He trusted Lucifer implicitly, explicitly, in every way. Especially with that spot. If he used it 'against him' it was for fun and not to take advantage in a bad way.

Rook was well-addled but made pleased noises about the affection, psychic energy stroking over Lucifer, little staticky prickles touching whatever was available while his higher functions were rebooting. His balls would certainly ache before long, but Rook would say it was well worth it. ]

Luv y'...

[ Managed it more on reflex than anything else, his subconscious need to tell Lucifer still in his mental buffer. ]

[Didn't fault him a fumble. Lucifer's style of dress had SO many buttons and the layers were not a small feat. Even when he did it himself. Out of clothing, he was much more bold about sitting sideways next to Rook and leaning down to catch up more of the treats on the other man's chest.

He didn't bother to be snarky. He was busy.

Lucifer did have a thing about using his mouth and being mouthy was a favorite activity of his. He would wander with warm nibbles and licks and sucks until it was clear and his teeth could give a hickey to collarbone. Hello, you're tasty, I love you.]

'Feelers' like m'some kinda insect... so rude, luv...

[ Mock-sighed, but he would indeed use his 'feelers' to unbutton and start stripping Lucifer down, fumbling only a little when his chest was played with. ]

A-Ah... Jus' remember as delicious as I am... m'harder t'replace than the fruit an' such...

[ Not that there was any real worry. And, to be completely honest with himself, he wouldn't even be big mad if Lucifer did take a bite out of him at some point... ]

candylabs_mtl on ig

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

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I would still be as wildly attracted even if you went full dad-bod with it. But he does make for a very good show like this too, can admit. [ Reaching out to squeeze the bouncy pecs and fondle the abs. ]

All tits are good tits. I like y’other ones plenty too.

[ Rook would deliberately brush a foot over Lucifer’s clothed chub. ]

Oh, I can think of at least one thing we’d prolly both enjoy hangin’ onto…

[ He’s also feeling silly. ]

[Hissed in a breath between chuckles. That’s his dick, sir. It’d become more than a chub by now. Very much anticipating.]

It is a good bit to hand onto. [He agreed while fly was undone and both dress pants and underlying underwear was removed. Discarded. He came up closer at that point. Close enough to catch up both erections in palm to stroke together.]

Be a wonderful sexpot of a husband and get the lube out of the back of the lower drawer.

Let him not be a beefcake? Forget it. [He joked openly with Rook. Tossing shirt off to the side and reaching to bounce one of Duncan’s very generous pecs.] Look at that. It’s too much. [He broke into his own chortle. Kind of brushing gently over the fact he did keep Duncan’s body well-fed and well worked out to maintain this physique.] What am I without tits, honestly? [Extra silly. As he got to unbuckling his belt and sliding that off.] What the hell would I even hold onto on this man if he wasn’t built like a brickhouse? It’d be impossible.

Wouldn't be my first no-nut november. It has it's fun and charms. Hah.