"Hngk." About The Increased Pressure And Friction. Little Much, Now, But It Doesn't Hurt Him The Way

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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.]

[The plan, before Pride had so rudely interrupted, had been to work himself with a bit of lube and his own fingers, but here we are 'god laughs' and all that.

Hard to say how he would have weathered out a more dry and brutal approach, but Pride hadn't gone that route.

Don't fucking artificially inflate his ego right now! His head and heart were all over the place and he didn't know where they got off to, just that he felt sore about their recent manhandling.]

H-ah! [A short, sharp, cry into the surface of the desk. That's a lot to just take in a swift go. When he truly wasn't used to being under someone else, especially. It's a hot, fiery, lance of a sensation to be suddenly full despite any resistance his body might've offered. Felt only marginally different from the sting of pressed in claws.

He sent a hand up to blindly find the edge over his own head to grip tightly, making the wood there creak. Focus frighteningly narrow on the grip, fill, and hold on his hips. Aware of the warmth radiating off of the Sin hovering so close to his back. Comforted.]

[ If Lucifer hadn't done it, Pride would've done it for him. As it was, he found great satisfaction in his little stunt and the reward waiting for him was better than anything else he could have asked for. Thing about it was, Pride's own sense of his core typically broke through any shame that came with being vulnerable - at least in the moment. Shame was easily replaced with defiance and aggression.

But he knew it was not the same for everyone. And he was hesitant to consider that whatever Lucifer was going through was negative.

Took a quick opportunity to use that lubricant on himself (though if it were up to him, he wouldn't even use the stuff and make it as painful as possible BUT he had some modicum of awareness here that that might be asking a lot) before leaning over the other, growling a little in the back of his throat. ]

You don't need to hide. [ His voice said, his words laced and carefully woven in with his own influence. ] Nothing looks better to me than you right now.

[ Just a little bit of a bolster before he was aligned and pressing in deep and without any real fanfare. He was not gentle - not unless he was asked to be by the right person and not a single one thus far had done that - and claws dug into Lucifer's hips to illustrate as such. Didn't stand upright fully - this wasn't a punishment. He wanted to be in close to the Fallen - hear every little sound, feel every little movement. Soak it all in for himself in that moment and store it away in the back of his mind for later. When he himself Forgot. ]

[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.

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

He grinned a little Too Smug as he's pulled along--ears getting a little pink is a side thing. Walking up on his knees either side of her to follow. Obedient and focused. Rumbling a growl that was as close as he could get to a purr with Duncan's vocals.

When he was no longer following, he braced hands on bed and held himself up in place. Chin tilting to give her more room to be at his throat. Before he was just leaning into the touch on his face.

"I did say anything for you." He reminded her. He thought that was a pretty good answer. Sucking in some air when her teeth were on his neck. "You can fuck me with it. I can fuck you. This form. The other. Yours." Tried to be more direct and articulate. While some of his brain was slipping away from him at the sound of his buckle being undone. As he'd known it would.

“I’m…I’m gonna eat you..” Irene hisses, though there’s no real power behind it as she squirms. He would get the spicy he wanted in the form of her practically clawing at him after he flips her over, pulling him down.

Even as spicy as she was, she still melts into the kiss as she usually does. She’s needy, moaning as hands grasp at his suit, his shoulders, and settling for capturing his tie in her hands to keep him from pulling away too far from her. He’d be fed an ample supply of moans and soft pants, her teeth finding his lip and pulling it gently when he moves to speak.

“Finally~” She whispers and scoots back, pulling his tie to bring him up with her. “Now get your ass up here so I can rip your clothes off.”

She pauses mid pull to go in for another kiss, pulling her bra off from where it dangled at her elbow and throwing it across the room before moving to nibble his chin to his neck. She’d pause, still a bit hazy before cupping his cheek. “You know, you never did answer me about if you wanted to try that toy. I’m going to drain you like a succubus regardless but thought I’d offer before I do so.”

She then lowers her head, kissing and suckling on his neck as her free hand begins working on his belt buckle.

At this point he was pretty used to his suits getting FUCKED. But if he ties survived, he ate the consequences really.

He heard that non-verbal desperation loud and clear. Frankly he was echoing it with a very slight variation of 'fuckmesobad'. Couple of messy infernals, always.

Hands found their way back to butt, but got under clothing that time. Urging Pride to rub into his thigh because it made it that much easier to do the same into Pride's. With the added bonus of something soft to palm and grope.

Always had a fucking mood when thinking too hard about Lucifer, really. Fucking stupid Fallen had a part of his brain constantly in a chokehold. Only got to act on it so often that when he could, it came out in some level of pent up positive aggression. Not caring enough to keep any real barriers up for the sake of ego when he was having nails against his back like that. Swore under his breath and pressed his hips in a steady grind up against Lucifer's leg with eager want.

Obsessed with all of the sensory inputs he was getting just then. Made a point of non-verbal 'wantyousofuckingbad' by kissing him hard and fast. Hands up and reaching for that dumb tie of his to undo it. Still not breaking his own rule of keeping himself from doing any damage to Lucifer's clothing.

Always wanted consideration for his own when he could get it, so made sure he paid that forward in kind.

[When he came back, he'd changed and gotten clean. Sleep wear so he could be comfortable while waiting out the healing injures on his chest, hips, neck, and shoulders.

He got on the bed and sat with back braced up to the headboard. Watching Pride with...

Apprehension. Some kind of resignation. Still caught on the barb that the Sin would leave him to put his own pieces back together again. Fingers itching to touch even still.]

[ Was almost concerned by the lack of response- ready to vanish anyway to save his ego, but he was being… picked up????? Which did not happen very often????? Had him very much out of his depth and only unfreezing when he had a hand on his face and his chest was clenching. Sat himself upright while Lucifer did… whatever he needed to do.

Decided, at the last second, to get rid of Donovan. He didn’t need to be party to any of this. Whatever “this” was.

Ended up sitting with his tail a bit curled around himself as he stared at one of the far walls. Reached up and… plucked the blackened crown that he wore off his head. Didn’t… didn’t seem like he needed that just then. Stared at it in his hands while he waited.

Felt so out of place and uncertain. But nobody needed to know that. Nobody nobody. ]

[He was getting some of the appeal Stan found in himself.

Obedience is good. Obedience with a threat of defiance was much sweeter. Obedience given rather than forced.

Rumbled with quiet the scar pulled smirk as he watched Pride, never the less, lean back and start doing as he told him to. It is an exceptional view, all told. One he deigned to take sunglasses off for. Giving them a toss onto desk out of the way, careless. Let him rove lidded stare over the Sin.

He lazily set cheek into palm.]

Don't get too ahead of yourself... [Warned the Sin as he got enthusiastic with himself.

He was taking a moment to get his desire more to a manageable level. And pondering what exactly he wanted to do to Pride. Mouth a bit dry as he considered the options.]

[ He glanced up at Lucifer when prompted, fighting the urge to growl and snap in defiance, but it stood no chance. He was too far down the tunnel of doing whatever the actual fuck Lucifer wanted. Even if it came with a slightly furrowed brow and a few heavy breaths, his eyes fluttering shut with a particularly shaky one when that tongue was on his face.

And then he was being given a command, and Lucifer was so fucking close and he was SO fucking worked up.

The only option was to obey. Nothing else. So he leaned back on one hand to properly position himself to provide enough of what he knew Lucifer wanted: some sort of show.

His fingers touched the tip of his arousal gently- testing. It twitched in anticipation and he couldn’t help but bite his lip. Was a fair enough segue into wrapping his slender digits around himself to provide much needed friction. ]

Got me there. [He chuckled with a slight shake of his head in amusement. Tiny thrill making the fine hairs on the back of his neck prickle to the next set of verbal reminders along with the scar. Gave ink beflowered shoulder a kiss as he stepped in close once more. Liked feeling the warmth of the man through his clothing.

Also a better place to pick him up by the waist to take over to nearby desk. Setting the man up on the surface. Standing between knees while he was devesting suit coat. Followed by finishing the unfastening of shirt buttons and cuff links to get that off. The show to be had was when he tugged and pulled white under shirt up and off over his head. Lots of ways to make muscles in his chest and stomach and arms move for that action.

Seemed only fair after he’d gotten his eye full of Rook.]

[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.]

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[ He always enjoyed the way Lucifer so casually and easily stripped. He was happy to lay there, feeling that gaze drag over him, cock doing a little twitch in line with his pleasure at Lucifer’s admiration. And how attracted he was to his husband and Duncan in turn. Then he was in Lucifer’s lap and there was kissing and touching that he very much approved of and leaned into.

Laughed when Lucifer pulled away. ]

Y’welcome t’spend as many of those as y’like, whenever y’like.

[ He would give Lucifer a few of his own kisses in turn, though he would also grind against him at the same time. ]

Fuck, I love you so much. I’m the luckiest kind-of-a-man thing in the universe.

[ But he would slink down between Lucifer’s thighs, legs stretching out behind him and kicking lazily in the air as he settled on his stomach, admiring Lucifer’s cock more directly. Would summon over a damp cloth from the bathroom, taking the dedicated time to wash away any remnants of lube and whatnot while he let his head rest against Lucifer’s thigh. As close to an act of worship as Rook really got outside of a kitchen. ]

You aren’t the only one, yet again. Often together on many things. [He chuckled warm and mild. Content to let Rook be as attentive as he liked. Petting fingers in Rook’s hair while he was resting on his thigh that way. Was a bit intense to have that much attention on one part of himself, but--Rook was that way.

And it did buff his ego nicely to be admired by him.

Rook was easy to reward in some ways and he relaxed back against propped pillows. Inhaling quick when cooler than air damp cloth was cleaning him.] Thoughtful. And chilly. [He remarked. Otherwise patient and appreciating being cared for.]

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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.]