God, But Arrogance Turns Me On. The Smirk On Your Face, The Self-important Way You Tilt Your Chin. You

[He was in it. Always thinking with his mouth. Maybe it was about sound too, so much happened with his mouth. Including this. Where he could kiss clit and roll tongue firmly against it and down lower to delve in deep enough to get a more intimate kiss. The back to hot button nub for more of that. Arms curled under thighs and petting skin there, ready to grip and hold open if he needed to.

He had strong impulses with that mouth and he intended to see them through every time.]

I do.

[ Very quickly admitted. Seeing Lucifer get to relax and enjoy himself was one of the top things on Rook's list. Then he was chuckling and popping a little shrug. About to respond and say something about surprises being important before Lucifer was proving very distracting and he was squirming against the bed. ]

I was... fuckin'... gonna save the 'eatin' me out' puns f'later... but who am I t'deny someone the meal of their choice?

[ Buried a hand in Lucifer's hair, scritching through and grabbing on whenever he hit a good spot. ]

Praise kink Degradation kink

🤝

“You’re doing so well, you’re just a little whore aren’t you?”

“My pretty, brainless doll”

“You look pretty when you’re a struggling, desperate mess”

“That’s it, keep going you dumb slut”

“You’re such a good slut”

nsft body info

duncan has a mild length (5 to 6 inch range), but girthy as heck dick (real soda can situation) and a matching pair. he is 'uncut'. his butt’s toned with a little bit of softness like the rest of his physique. nips are kind of small and dark tinted. his dick’s light skinned and so it gets pinker, sometimes redder, than the rest of him when he’s aroused. he’s bulky and square and hard with that slight healthy padding. heavy and stone built. fair tall. he has sparse body hair. Kind of thin and nearly invisible most places and frequently entirely shaven off by lucifer, heh. he gets to feeling itchy about it when he's wearing duncan. duncan cares less and will get stubbly in the facial hair department very quickly (and his sparse hair elsewhere will come back during that time).

lucifer has below mild length (3-4ish inches) and is not very girthy. he’s petite and kind of ‘fun sized’ in that department. he was not created with foreskin. has no visible outward scrotum, his anatomy has kept all of that internal. about where they should be he is soft and a little puffy even when he’s not aroused. when he is aroused, he has a clitoris that gets pretty swollen and visible. not a generous amount of labia present, but enough to look a little bit frilly or petal like. there is a puffiness that comes from arousal that isn’t present when not. lucifer’s skin tone was lacking a color and he did get very blue when aroused, but as recently been regaining his healthy copper tones which gives him a duskier/darker shade of blue to his male genitalia. Though his female genitals still become a more vibrant blue shade. his breasts aren’t very big and are barely enough to cup in hands or slightly more than that. His nips are pretty big, but defined and also darker/duskier than the rest of his skin. His butt is toned, but that is hidden by a generous amount of softness that rounds it off. his overall physique is androgynous as well as athletic or ‘dancer like’ with slightly more muscle mass than that. very small, elegant, and powerful rolled into one. (He flushes up with that blue color as his blood is a shade of darker blue that gets into areas like his lips and tongue etc) he has no body hair, naturally, that isn't decorative like his head hair and eyebrows etc. he also has no belly button as he wasn't "born" like a mammalian creature.

Duncan has no piercings, but will be adorned on occasion with a ring or a cage. The ring is usually something of a spelled bit of gold metal that serves a purpose similar to cage, but has a lot more elasticity to prevent dangerous pinching even when hard. The cages are less so, but are very fancy and filigreed as well as day-to-day discreet. Lucifer wears these when in Duncan for his own 'comfort' as he gets annoyed with his own emotive erections often. He really goes out of his way to pen himself up in everything he does. Lucifer, out of host, has gotten more receptive to the idea of decorating himself. He has gotten a number of piercings and wears quite a bit more decorative jewelry for them, his hands, his ears, and even his horns and wings when he has those as well as a septum.

He has also gotten 'play' jewelry for the benefit of Rook's telekinesis. This includes his nipples, a reverse prince albert, and a clitoral hood.

The make and styles of these tend to be his usual subtle elegant style with use of rubies and obsidian inclusions. Though he has been known to vary to suit an occasion.

Oh, boy. He'd stumbled into a tiger pit, hadn't he?

A bemused thought that didn't linger. Stolen off with the wet slide she gave him. Much as it was 'all meat', the meat still felt good. His own and hers. Quick to encourage that with hands on her hips giving her some nice press and rock to her activities--assisting. Regardless of all the self control and ignorance he could give that in the world, it still reacted strongly when directly given attention.

"Maybe I'll believe your sterling intentions tomorrow." Came out of him humorous and a bit reedy in the voice. All sharp and cruel eyed before, his expression and stare had dulled on the edges. Too gun shy with his gaze to find hers, but he'd gone a smidge molten--distracted. Low groan of a pant against the tail end of the most recent kiss.

Forgetting to have a quip. Mouth having gone a little dry with anticipation. And the effort to let her decide what she wanted of him and when. Fuck if he wasn't tempt to get clever and change that rub into more. Still in the business, however, of ultimately keeping Irene's sense of control intact. (Thistimethistimethistime. He'd get fucking cheeky another time. When he had enough of her trust.)

Irene didn’t waste any time wrapping her legs around him, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders so she could help support her weight on their way to the chair. He had a point about the bed and it caused her brow to knit together before she leans down to nuzzle him.

“Well next time we’ll have to try not fucking in my office then.” She responds to his teasing, smiling as she peppers kisses along his jaw before they sit and she settles herself proper on his lap. Her smile fades at his next words and she’d open her mouth to respond but is interrupted by a kiss.

As with every other kiss, her head would empty as she melts into it. There was that very same giddy smile he was talking about, with soft eyes and tingles cascading down her skin. It’d take a moment but a laugh bubbles up from within her.

“I really am sorry about that. I swear I wasn’t trying to.” She rolls her hips, slicking herself along his length to help prepare for this next step. She leans in for another kiss, smiling. “I just hope I don’t have to break it every time I want you after this. There really is better foreplay.”

Man, she liked to make him laugh and he did again when she was trying to announce her orgasm. Like he was going to stop??? Haha!

Cute.

"I've got you." A sultry purr against the shell of one of her ears. She was worried about the wrong thing. All she needed to fuss about was having a little death. He'd handle the rest. And he did.

The whimpers had him cued in. "That's it, 'Rene."

Sure enough, there she goes! Humorous thought aside, he hit his own limit nearly immediately. Sopping, hot, and rhythmically clenching is a hard invitation to dodge. "Hah--Hahfuck!"

Still hits him like a mac truck. He should of asked some key questions, but it's too late now. He added to that wet mess to make it sticky within a few hard bucks that fill and overfill. Empties him out and leaves him face down in desk desk to her head, huffing hard to catch his breath. Grip on her wrists loose and no longer pressing her down into the wood so much as laying against her there while his brain cells tried to find land in a wash of feel-good chemicals.

“Eek!”

Irene’s sudden cry of surprise rings forth, arms clutching onto him in a momentary panic of falling over before her back hits the desk. Then she was folded in half, hands trapped above her. She arches, that first well aimed thrust stealing her voice as her eyes roll up but her silence didn’t last for long.

She writhes underneath him, cries echoing in the office and undoubtedly interrupting any conversation that her workers might have had outside. She was going to have nothing on her desk, the pens he had carefully placed back into their cup being flung to the floor along side all the papers.

“F-Fuck Lucifer! You’re gonna! You’re gonna make me cum!”

Her body tensed, air catching in her lungs as her toes curled in the air. She could only manage soft whimpers at this point, mind going blank except for the overwhelming pleasure that built in her belly before it snapped. She’d jerk with an almost scream, body arching and legs quaking as her walls spasmed around his length. There was another gush of slick, dripping off the desk as her body did its instinctual best to milk him for everything he was worth.

Isla Gilham

Goddamn tease. He comforted himself with getting hands more back where he could enjoy the dual handfuls of her bottom. Good place for better support in future activities anyway.

He was wise enough to tighten his hold on her when she tried to do a quick drop onto him wholesale. Slowed her down the little bit to not make that an entirely painful experience. Knew it was a bit unavoidable. At least at first.

Intense for him too. Gets a sharp inhale and gritted teeth as he leaned back and got used to the fit himself. Certain a thrill to clutched good and deep during that few moments, though. Proud of her for it, almost. Pretty, stubborn, thing she was. Palms came off her only to settle onto the stops of her thighs. Petting and pressing down to keep her from moving too soon. Didn't let up on that until he felt her body relax around him.

All nice and subtle ways to control her pleasure to make sure it stayed pleasure. She might not even notice it, really.

He certainly didn't keep it up once she was bouncing herself along. Swallowing back a good girl for the sake of his tongue. One of those things he'd have to save up on. Her teeth were too close and she was too raw. He'd been pushing a bit hard at her emotions today.

The last of his 'help' was bouncing his knee under her to help her get her upward momentum before she came right back down. Had a good benefit for him, too. Put some extra oomph behind the way the impact made her softer parts bounce. Not just her chest, but her other supple places like inner thighs and bit of tummy and such. He as a sucker for some things.

Even if he was only getting a good look between her insistent kisses. He hardly minded as it meant he was also getting primo sounds direct to lips. Probably did more damage to him than the slick heat of her continuously swallowing him up. Though both sensations met in his lower belly and swirled in a patch of metaphorical sparks there. Skin flushed and soon settling arms around her in a comforting hold so she'd find herself caught against him as she rode him.

His pants and groans were more sparing and quiet. More interested in hearing hers. They were plenty engrossed when he did make them, however.

He'd let her have her fill of being The Boss. Curious to see if she'd go numb like she thought she would. Stars help her if she did. He intended to make due on her wants.

The added guidance of his hands would draw shuddering gasps from Irene, hands moving to tangle in his hair. She began to get cheeky herself, angling her hips so with each slide there was a moment where his tip dipped just a bit before sliding free once again.

His fault for letting her top.

Although she wasn’t able to keep it up forever and when she thought she had driven him to the edge of his patience, she’d pull him close and kiss him deeply as she finally arched so he slipped inside her. A groan escaped against his lips, an expression of discomfort coming across her for the briefest moment at just how much he stretched her before she settled with him fully inside her.

She takes a moment to adjust, securing her grip on him before lifting her hips and letting them fall again. Her voice comes easily again against his lips, hands clutching him for dear life as she rocked and rolled her hips on top of him.

“Oh fuck~ Lucifer~!”

i think partly what's so attractive about fucking a man in a suit is the humiliation of it. he probably paid a lot of good money for that suit, which has now become nothing more than a pile of cloth on my floor, satin bunched in his mouth. he probably paid a lot of good money to make himself look nice too and well. heh. im gonna pass out

I’m in the mood to put the dom in domestic.

Yes, I want to completely ruin you with my hands and mouth until you’re shaking and unable to speak more than a few words. I want you to feel like depraved and dirty had never looked or sounded more lovely than when you were moaning for me. I want your spirits high and your energy so low that you are balancing in a blissful state of half-aware consciousness.

But, I also want to have scrubbed the bath and washed the towels prior so that I can help you get cleaned up and maybe run you a bath. I can replace the bedding while you finish washing up or drying off. I want to put on music from the kitchen just loud enough so that you can lay in bed and know exactly where to find me should you need anything - so that you know I’m there for you - and cook a meal that I know you’ll love.

I know it sounds like a lot of effort on my end, but if someone so adorable and precious is going to let me take care of them, how could I not want that?