At This Point He Was Pretty Used To His Suits Getting FUCKED. But If He Ties Survived, He Ate The Consequences

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[ He was feeling very smug about making Lucifer of all people blush so much. Laughed when he was scooped and legs twitched when he was smacked. ]

That I am.

[ Would reach down to squeeze Lucifer’s ass in turn. ] Not complainin’ about the treatment it gets me, though…

[ Shivered with the jump and the change in background senses as they returned home. Made him very briefly dizzy, but reaching out to rattle a few of their belongings helped him readjust. ]

[Once there, he did get nicer about shifting Rook around into more of a bridal carry. Just to get him to Lucifer ridiculous inground bed of extravagance. Laying into it himself shortly after. Groaning out some air. He hadn’t actually been in this thing for at least a week. Soft.]

Does you favors. Somehow.

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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.

Hnk! [The thud of the back of his head into table was to distract from the way his dick just twitched. The bite had just been searing. All one enhanced burst of visceral sensation, pain and pleasure indistinguishable. Even broken skin didn't make a different.

Not a context that made him want to suppress the intimate reaction, either. Not entirely. Just a bit out of stubbornness and pride at most.

There was a dotted spot of wetness to his trousers by then. And his abdomen fluttered under the tongue.

Mouth had gone a little dry. Realizing that Diet never intended to jump any guns, but seemed to want to torture him with this. He had regrets floating around somewhere in his head.]

[ He would shred one of them one day. When he got one of the ones Lucifer didn't care about so much.

But the Fallen was being real good for him right now. Could see that hard line in his trousers, flattered, really, and would let his smaller front teeth seize that perked nipple between them, little harder than he would for a standard human. Flicked his tongue over it before letting it go.

Continuing down. Letting his big, warm, fluffy head rest right over Lucifer's boner, tongue swiping along the Fallen's stomach, through the hair there. ]

Though he narrowed a glare at her about mentions of 'god', fuck the shit out of that guy he's the one right here--she made up for that in the follow up of noises and use of his name.

The gush of slick wasn't so bad either.

He was sure to catch her up in arm before she got to falling away from him or anything too worrisome. He kept the fingers inside until her insides gave a final squeeze. He knew what it was like to be clenching nothing through an orgasm. Not fun unless it was fun. Context.

"Heh, you always holler like that?" He was going to ask against the nipple on his lip that came after her kiss. Easing fingers out of her and breaking the smooches to smugly as possible lick his fingers. He learned that from someone else. A 'bad' habit. "It's adorable."

He liked what he liked.

Never had she ever thought a man’s hands to be so skillful. Certainly she had relations in the past where they had succeeded in orgasm, but none could compare to this. Her body twitched and rolled in time to the circling of her button, seeming sensitive to every movement of his hand. Toes curled in heels that somehow still managed to remain on as she pressed herself more into his hand. She was so lost in his movements that any thought of silence had long been abandoned, giving him a banquet of moans and whimpers to swallow as she leaned into his grasp.

The first of what she was certain would be many peaks came almost too quickly, Irene whimpering a course of “Yes yes oh my god yes!” Against his lips as his fingers delved into her and rubbed the aching flesh within. Her body squirmed in his arms as if attempting to escape the impending flood but there would be no escaping as he adds a second finger.

A cry, deep and guttural erupted against his lips as her body jerked and shuddered, his hand becoming soaked. She nearly doubled over with force of it, choking on her breath as her nails now dig deep enough to draw blood before a shaky whisper manages to break though her silence.

“F-fuck…Luc..Lucifer…”

Her legs quake beneath her and if not for his current grip inside her still spasming warmth, she might have fallen to her knees right there. She presses another passionate kiss to his lips, finally taking this moment to nibble on the lip scar that had started this entire ordeal.

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[ Rook was paying attention to what was being written. Finding the deliberate way Lucifer wrote on the pages almost erotic. Not that it was difficult for him to find most things erotic. But he could feel more of that. ]

Well, m’lucky m’allowed to. Least I can do for someone who literally gave me a piece of his heart. An’ who keeps me around despite all of my, well, everythin’.

[ Chuckled. Knew he was a handful. ]

[His handwriting hadn’t changed much over the years. It’s a curt style for all the careful way he wrote. He pressed a bit too hard on paper. He wasn’t sure why Rook would get tingly about it, but he was pretty used to Rook just being that way by now.

Second paper went into the bin.]

I don’t think you were particularly worried about allowance all this time. [Lucifer snorted and waved it off a little about the heart piece. Remembering and ears gaining a rare bit of color while in Duncan. He didn’t blush often.

He signed the final paper after reading it over. Some plans to open an Amazon warehouse by a mid-level demon looking for approval. That was added to the bin and he put pen away.] Not so painful.

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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.]

[The whine in his throat turned into a groan when it hit the back of his teeth as his hair was pulled to put him upright. Vision felt swimmy as all seemed redoubled. As the Sin pressed up against his back and made him feel exposed and covered on one sense jangling coin.

He could barely touch the surface of the desk with his fingertips and had no hope of holding onto anything. Goodbye anchors.

All he had were the claws to remind him where he was and who had him caught in a snare. Oh, and the voice buzzing right up against his ear. Ignorant to his own that kept pelting out sharp and broken and aching.

Only half aware he'd unraveled fully into a pile of frayed yarn. Painted quite a translucent white picture over the dark leather writing pad on his desk as insides tightened to match the outpouring.]

[ He would have been completely lost even without his name seeping from Lucifer's lips. Fuck. Fuck fuck. That just cemented his fervor, doubled by the grip to her shirt. Decided on something just then that he had to chase or else he was going to lose his entire fucking mind.

Without separating them, he got a hand up into Lucifer's hair, using it to, albeit roughly, pull him up and off of that desk to be flush right up against Pride. Didn't leave it there. Ended up just getting that same hand up and under Lucifer's shirt to his chest to hold him tight against himself, the other hand still clawing at hip and a helpful tendril snaking its way from Pride's back to come around Lucifer's front and wrap around his member, pumping him hard at the same time that Pride's thrusts continued from behind.

Wanted Lucifer fully against himself, wanted him wholly, wanted nothing but him. He was gasping and moaning openly into the Fallen's ear and he had zero ability to keep himself from it. Don't Forget Me, don't forget again, I'm here and I'm not fucking going anywhere. ]

Ff-Uck... Luc... [ Couldn't even get his full fucking name out. Fuck. ]

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?

He was certainly opened up.

Took an impressive amount of self control not to tense back up at the loss. A nasally, breathy, whine breaking quarantine.

Fuck, okay, maybe he bit off a lot here. That became really crystal when he finally got too good of a feel of Dietrich dragging his cock along him. That's a gut wrecker. The realization felt delirious. Still horny, but a lot more concerned.

The tapering glans was hardly the worst, even gave him some forewarning. Still made the most embarrassing fucking sound when the stretch and resistance came. So much for breathing calm for the hitch that came with the warble of a whine.

Forgot he was supposed to be pinned and yanked a hand free from Diet's grip to cover his face with his arm. He was so fucking exposed and he wasn't used to breaking down in front of the wolfman.

That was good. That's what he wanted.

Once he was confident he wouldn't cause too much of an issue, he'd pull his fingers free, angling to get a satisfied look at that hole of his, all prepped and ready.

"Been good so far, can have reward," he'd growl out, finally freeing himself from his jogging pants, slicking the red length of his cock up as he pressed the sheathe right back. A good nine inches and thick, pointed at the end, the knot just starting to swell near the base. He'd let it rest a moment over Lucifer's cock, teasing, even let it leave a wet smear of pre against the Fallen's stomach before he'd draw his hips back enough to press that first inch slowly inside.

"Nice and easy, there we go..."

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