Always Took A Moment For Him To Process Things On The Other Side Of Teleportations And Portals.

Yes we all know and love power play, but what about the inverse?

Instead of being forced to kneel for the mafia boss or alpha werewolf or huge hulking demon... they kneel for you.

Big broad shoulders trembling as you deny them for the fourth time. Holding back growls as you yank them around by their horns, put their head where you want it. Hearing that deep, usually confident voice shake as they beg to be allowed to come.

I think that's even more hot. Knowing they could end you, but instead choose to let you treat them like a plaything.

[The maneuver with the shoe was a bit of a dirty trick in a way. Lucifer could get into a headspace where he was very much actively aroused--and ignore it. Couldn't very well ignore it while attention was pressing along the very expression of it.

Didn't have to play up the tension in his shoulders anymore. Or newly in his thighs. Next breath less even. Much more aware of his own aching again. Felt stepped on despite Rook never having put any weight behind it.

Attention pinpoint until he heard a zip and caught sight of something that admittedly watered his mouth. He'd always be a sucker (hah, pun possibly intended) for oral. He'd always been most engaged with his mouth and hands getting onto his partners.

Hardly needed the touch in his hair to tip his head and arch toward the offering. Always enjoyed Rook's voice, enjoyed he was a talker, kept his sound-loving self well fed, but he felt like talking himself in that moment was a hinderance and a speed-bump to what he wanted to fill his mouth instead.

For Rook he certainly didn't mind seeming overeager. He lolled tongue out as a landing pad with lips parted. Gaze up at Rook an entreat.]

[ He was a singular sort. Grinned down at the sight of Lucifer as he was, licking his lips in sincere and unabashed, adoring lust. Drinking him in and committing the sight to memory, since he couldn't ask to paint him just now. ]

Now don' you jus' look like a right treat... Lucky if I ever make something that looks half as good.

[ He'd trace the tip of his shoe against the seam and zip of Lucifer's trousers, along the cramped underside of his cock, just enough to really torture the poor thing. ]

Not jus' yet, though. Y'know I always worry about you eatin' well, luv.

[ Rook was happy enough to get his own fly undone, trousers unbuttoned, to let his cock out, curling just a little to the side as he reached down to get a hand threaded through Lucifer's hair to the back of his skull, pulling the Fallen forward a bit, head tilted back. ]

Hungry?

[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. ]

[Guess they had not covered all the bases.

It was plenty sudden.

He grabbed the front of Pride's suit, after a beat of surprise and confusion, and yanked in such a way as to bring Pride down on his knees in front of the chair, between his own needs. Where the kiss could get crushed back into Pride's stupid fucking mouth.

Jackanape! Asshole.

His grip loosened, but the kiss didn't break. Giving good as he got with teeth and tongue.

Fuck you, actually.]

[ Pride felt himself a bit enclosed there with a roll of his eyes to how that was being done, but that was just as well. Served his purposes fine when he shoved that chair just enough away from himself to spin it around to look at Lucifer in the face. ]

This, idiot.

[ Then leaned down to take Lucifer’s face - not quite caring how aggressive he was being - and pressing his mouth hard to the other’s. Would get teeth involved if he needed to. But he needed to do this either way.

Pride was learning stupid uncomfortable truths about himself and the people around him every fucking day. Whatever. WHATEVER.

Fuck it. ]

[An easy request to fulfill. Knew Rook to be flexible enough. Keeping him pressed into desk was easy too. The hard part was wanting to keep his hand on Rook’s throat.

Another time, when he was in a form with more hands.

For now, he reluctantly removed it in favor of helping the other hook under knees and push them up and then back down into Rook’s shoulders. Keeping steady pressure on back of thighs to keep them there.

This was really putting the poor desk to the test as much as it was likely doing to Rook. There’s a creaking that Lucifer was ignoring. It was sturdy wood.]

Make a mess on my desk. [Lucifer finally found a number of thoughts and words. A playfully cruel grin on his lips as he was upright in favor of holding Rook down to take him fully to root now.] We both know who is going to clean it up for me. [A knowing velvety statement.]

[Rook was a great sight. A more fantastic sound. Always attuned to noise more than anything. His husband really liked to talk and he really hit a sweet spot on praise and vocal-ity. Tended to make Lucifer’s spine tingle.

Had him taking a hand off hip to reach up and settle around Rook’s throat, pressing fingers along the man’s jaw and chin. Stare getting keen on his husband’s mouth. Palm against his throat. Holding without squeezing. though it was easy to brace the grip against resistance of collarbones at the same time to stop the same jostle he’d been enjoying. Make the thrusts a bit deeper and more jarring for Rook.

Leaning down and over him, against him, trapping member between stomachs, and kissing the man’s bottom lip. Making a very raw and pleased sound back. An entreating sound, too. He could rarely think around Rook’s body, but he did adore the man’s voice.]

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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.]

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Mmm, well. Y’can blame humans for it, at least. Bureaucracy is a plague on society I don’ think even Hell’s most fucked up minds could have come up with originally.

[ He would take another moment, then push himself back up onto his feet, going to grab his pants at least. ]

There is at least some fun with the whole fuckin’ someone over your desk or havin’ them under it, at least.

[ Once partially clothed, he’d come around behind Lucifer, leaning over him to also look at the paperwork, shamelessly and not at all subtly groping Lucifer’s pecs through his shirt. ] 

Anythin’ I can help with, t’make m’wonderful, sexy husband’s life a lil easier?

Truth enough. All these trappings are very...human. [Blech. Shook out his shoulders a moment like a tingle went up his spine.]

Heh, quite. You fit nicely in both spaces. [He smirked freely about that. Doing a brief and goofy alternating flex of his chest while Rook had hold of it before he refocused, sighing.] Steal me away to a Godless planet with alien extravagance where you and those we love can live outside of all this? [He was joking the same way someone might suggest winning the lottery might solve all the problems.

The paperwork was endless as the drawer was technically more space than it seemed. Some of it was his shipping business. More of it was just...Infernal drudgery. Deal records and suggested nefarious activities and complaints and promotion bids and the like.

He reached in and removed three papers to set on the desk.] I should get these done and the rest can wait.

Took him a few letters to realize what she was doing. His brain was Top Notch Smart right now.

When he did, he is so sorry Irene, you are just the silliest. He chuckled a good bit The trick was cute. He'll give her that.

He also noticed very quickly she'd lost some strength. She didn't look bad. She looked the opposite of that and, frankly, she hadn't made herself cum yet despite being very certain by the sudden clenching she'd found her own bundle of sensitive nerves.

Well, his turn. Being ground into was a big hint on that. He did give her some seconds to think she'd totally fooled him.

Then picked her up and laid her onto desk under him. Where he could do a couple things with her. First, catch her knees bent up under his knees and catch them high enough to open her up in full while in a fold her like an omelet move. Do the same with her arms, after a fashion, by catching them under his hands up above her head. And properly put his back into her pleasure.

And Duncan had a robust back. Not worried about the number of things being rattled off the desk and making his mouth SUPER unavailable for the first time since the start of all this by keeping it busy on her collarbone and throat. Dragging teeth here and there. Leaving a good fat hickey low on her her clavicle to remember him by~

And he did absolutely know exactly the upward angle to kiss and batter that spot she'd been toying with her on own not a minute before. Knew how to make sure she got more than a bump and got good stroking grind too. Force of his thrust made sure she got her clit firmly bumped by his pelvis, too.

Don't worry, he's got it covered. He's got her covered. He's got her.

At this point it wasn’t necessary going numb so much as it was becoming tired. Her legs still felt somewhat weak from her earlier organism and they trembled with every slap of her hips against his. Although the fact that he was certainly the largest she ever had didn’t help much in that matter.

Might as well show him something special while she was at it, allowing him a break from the kisses long enough to give him a smug smile before she adjusted her position slightly. Then, foot pressing into the chair, she’d begin to write his name with the movements of her hips.

L-U-C-I-F-E-R then punctuated with another hard landing that caused her body to jiggle.

Fuck, come on legs. Don’t make her look bad in front of the devil. She’d settle into a rocking motion, lowering her grip to his shoulders to lean back for a visual, hoping to distract from the shaking of her legs. The fact this angle made it so he was hitting that special spot of warmth and sending bolts of pleasure through her also helped.