[The Dirty Pleasure Of Being Generously Defiled Soothed Over Any Worn Out Strings The Moments Before.

Stop teasing you? Let you cum?

Why would I want to? Desperation looks too good on you for me to do that, sweet thing. Going all red and whiny like that, gasping and panting on my fingers or my tongue. You sound so sweet when you're begging like that, too.

Why would I ever let you cum?

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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.]

"I don't neeeed--" Thumb pad found his glans and his breath hitched hard. His thigh was still echoing pain to him and it reverbed off the slick friction given. He didn't need prep, that's the sort of horrid masochist he was.

"As if there's patience for this shit!" He snapped finally followed by a gasp as the mix skittered along his spine. Restless as the rest of him. "There's lubricant in my fuuuuucking suit coat." He added as he reminded himself people did not generally like to physically destroy their partners.

He was no stranger to the roughness of sex, of walking away a little bloody after an encounter.

But conversely, he hadn't exactly cleared much with Lucifer, though did know he healed. Was going by 'he's powerful and would be able to stop him if he really crossed a line' and 'he decided to fuck around with a werewolf' and just doing his best here.

Amused when he figures out what the pattern is on the underwear. Seemed different to what he was used to for the Fallen.

"Not sure you have patience to prep if wanting that," he'd rumble out at Lucifer's nice little cry from the bite. Had to move his mouth off the thigh, but he'd certainly left some bruises there and some shallow scrapes where his teeth had dragged.

Gonna tease his claws on his free hand under Lucifer's boxer briefs, swipe one of those textured paw pads on his thumb tip across the wet head of his cock.

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[ Rook liked the intensity of it, especially when he concentrated on the way the pen scored those lines into the paper and left its trail of ink behind. Shuddered a bit about it. ]

Oh, well. I know y’could always stop me if I did somethin’ you really didn’ like.

But I do also know how, ah, stuff down here works. So I appreciate the risk. Plus I won’ lie I do get a nice lil Prideful thrill whenever I get t’call you m’husband, got you all wrapped around m’finger in this gay as fuck relationship an’ family an’ everythin’. Y’mine an’ I’m yours, jus’ ‘cause we decided we want it like that.

[ Wouldn’t call him on the blush directly but would take it as an excuse to get even hammier about the affection. ]

[The push on the haminess certainly spread the color across his nose bridge and a bit into his cheeks. Fucking. Stones. Made his ears start burning enough for him to notice and reach up to rub at one of the edges of one. Not used to the sensation when he occupied Duncan.

He stood up suddenly and scooped Rook. Putting him over shoulder with arm banded across the back of his knees to start walking with him. Taking a brief pause to smack him on the butt as he stepped them through time-space in a jump to get them to the house.]

Menace.

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[ He wouldn’t turn down even more affection from Lucifer, humming into the kiss, edging back and forth across the line of sweet and chaste and getting messy about it. ]

How lucky am I t’have a husband who takes such care organisin’ things for my comfort.

[ Licked his lips, enjoying the buzz lingering there from the kiss. ]

The paddin’ is good. Helps remind me not t’jus’ break out of them when I get desperate.

Least I can do for someone that would willingly cramp themselves under a desk like that for me. [Lucifer picked up pen to write on the documents each in turn. Taking time and diligence like he did for most things.]

Or call me husband. [A quiet truth spoken in that. Signing first paper and setting it to the side into a desk organizer that had some papers in it already. They’d be collected and redistributed once he left for the day.]

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.]

[He used to have a stare that was just seething, ball busting, critically acclaimed, hate.

It'd been a few years since then. He could muster the loathing to make a grown man shrink small as their dick was, but...

It was still Piercing. Cut through a person and scattered shadows in 'em. That was there as ever. But right now, today, they had a sadness that didn't usually lurk in the semi-open unless he was on a whole suicidal number of quaaludes. Haunted, too, in their lack of glinting clarity.

The day old redness framing his eyes, didn't help either. He'd been, apparently, ugly crying hard enough for the damage to stick.

Don't discredit Rook. Lucifer was just prone to a cycle of melancholy. He was relatively recovered--and then he wasn't.

He still didn't squeeze, but his jaw was creaking. And he was back to looking down at Pride's mouth alone.

There were many reasons he covered his eyes all the time. They told on him too much.]

[ A hand at his throat was less than he expected and truly probably kinder than he deserved. He swallowed a bit when he felt those fingers there. Did not think he wanted Donovan to take any damage that couldn’t be mended…

My Pride, Lucifer had said. The statement had him suppressing his own little shiver. Couldn’t let the other see that.

With a careful hand, he steadily removed the glasses, fixing his own red-ringed eyes on the other’s. Not afraid or judgmental. Whatever he found, he had no doubts that it was all Lucifer.

Even in Host- Still beautiful. ]

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

one of my favorite things is something i heard a long time ago.

paper bondage.

its where you make cuffs out of strips of paper taped together and if the cuffs break, the scene is over. so your sub has to do everything in their power to keep their hands together and not to break the cuffs. so its completely mental bondage.

anyone wanna try it?

The tight hold and pull on his neck took his hand away to the fingertips from the wall he'd braced into. Following thrusts driving some more raw noises out of his captured throat. Milks out his own release and makes him feel oversensitive to the end.

Heat and warmth spilling into him turned the sounds to more of a warbled whine that Duncan's throat makes husky and graveled, at least. For ego's sake.

The mutual leaning support is sorely needed. His knees didn't feel too much more stable. Not in a hurry to move or go elsewhere, obviously.

Admittedly, Pride was eager to hear the Song, whether or not it did him some fucking psychic damage in the process. But even if Lucifer had managed to not, the sounds that he did give off were just as satisfying - and likely less painful for himself to hear. Somewhere in the midst of his own wild thrusts, his blackened claws had revealed themselves, still pointed in a hold around Lucifer's throat for some semblance of purchase. They dug, a bit, into the flesh when he felt the Fallen come to his conclusion, and though Pride continued his own movements for just a bit longer, still determined and hungry, he was not very far behind.

He clung tightly to Lucifer as he hit that eventual peak, unable and unwilling to release him until the wave crested and he was left breathing hard and just a slight bit weak in the knees. Leaning to press his head against the other's and not separating until he could calm the fuck down.

Convincing himself to with a lot of smoothing of his clawed hands down along Lucifer's body again. Appreciating in a bit of a haze. Maybe also doing his best to keep the other upright until they could get straightened out. Don't collapse on him just yet.