[Apparently Diet Hadn't Believed Him, But He Better Soon Because He Was Chubbing As The Weight Was Pressing

[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.]

Shirt first, huh? Curious choice, if you asked him. Used to people going belt first, honestly.

But the layers complaint was an all too common one. So he obliged. Got his hands off her, but doubted she'd mind if he could slip the fabrics off faster than she could. Which, with how much practice he had getting in and out of suits, he certainly could.

He did groan into the exchange of kisses for the teasing grind she was giving him. Can't be helped. Getting suit coat and button up shirt off, along with tie, and the distraction of her pressed up against him so intimately did make for slightly uncoordinated kisses. It's a trade-off. But he kept them honest and as well-met as possible. She seemed to like them. Wanted her like them. Wanted her to feel good and remember her confidence.

He broke the changed to pull the last layer off his torso for her. The undershirt had to come up over his head to join the small pile he was leaving behind his back on the desk. Better? He even left the gloves off and put behind him too.

Surprising lack of scars on his chest and arms. Just smooth skin padded over stone built muscle. Back had four slit shape scars, unseen. Hands were a bit..gnarled up. Duncan's profession in life had made them rough and the callouses had only ever gotten a bit softer on the pads and palms.

He was, by this point, giving himself over to her whims. Seemed he always had a little more experience than the other person on how to give up some control in intimate moments. He had limits, but...they were looser somehow.

Lucifer leaned back in close with his face once he was out of the worst of the suit layers to give something of an appeasement nibble to her jaw near her chin. Sneaking hands to her waist. Tugging her shirt from being tucked and smoothing skin over her sides underneath. Only fair he got a bit of skin-to-skin for being so well behaved~

Her lips part as his thumb brushes over them, brows furrowed as she bites down on the tip of his thumb with an expression of indignant anger. How dare he laugh at her, especially in a moment like this! She had half a mind to-!

But then his lips were on hers and she could think of nothing else. Her lips were soft and malleable against his, eager to accept his kiss. God how she adored kisses. Her arms slide up as he pulls her closer, now wrapping around his neck to keep him close as her own tongue followed his without hesitation.

She’s eager to take that step between his legs, taking advantage of the control he gave her as the thigh he currently rubbed against would begin to gently grind against him.

One arm slips from her grip on his shoulders, sliding down to begin pulling at his shirt without breaking the kiss . Damn these layers. She wanted them OFF but not enough to actually stop kissing him.

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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.

"My, my." He did tease. He was going to tease just a little. Make sure she came out the other side spicy. "Didn't even need to touch nothin'." Clit or inside bundle of nerves. It was cute. In that deplorable way things are cute.

He was delightedly ego stroked. Letting her insides milk at his fingers until she settled down and his hand was coated. "Must've really left you unattended too long." A lazy hum while he eased fingers out. Letting her go a moment to peel gloves off and toss them away.

Followed by giving her a roll onto her back where he could comfortably lean over her and give her the begged for kiss. Deep and lingering with plenty of passion laced and passed along her tongue until he knew he'd leave her a tad breathless. "Alright, all yours now, 'Rene."

As promised.

Irene mewls her protest at having her efforts to touch him thwarted, made worse by the fact that he had stopped rubbing her clit. She’d slick herself against his finger in defiance as he captured her hand behind her back, giving him a bit of a dirty look.

“Lucife-ah~!” Her whine is cut off by a small gasp as he sinks those gloved fingers into her, eyes rolling up some as her free hand curled in the sheets. She’d supply him with plenty of sound, moans falling as easily as the wet shlicks made by his fingers. She’d press more against his hand, her walls clenching more around his fingers as he spoke of being all hers.

“Yes yes oh Lucifer yes!” She cries, head thrown back in bliss. She whimpers, attempting to look back at him before just burying her face into the blankets as her legs began to squeeze together. She could feel it coiling in her belly, her legs shaking with the effort as she tried to fight the feeling. She didn’t want to cum already! It’d undoubtedly stoke his ego far more than it needed and she could almost already hear the teasing about how needy she was for him.

However there was only so much she could do in the face of a force of nature and with a cry into the bed and a jerk of her body, she fell into the crashing wave of endorphins. Her body trembled, walls clenching rhythmically against his fingers with small pulsing squirts of slick soaking his wrist and palm. Irene lifts her head to make a soft needy noise towards him, wordlessly begging for kisses as her legs twitched.

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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.]

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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.]

Always around you.

[Hmn. He kissed along the scar there before he sat back up.]

Swear I don't have a thing for feeding. Just so fucking hungry all the time, as you know. [Sighed as he picked up a berry to pop into his mouth directly.]

'Feelers' like m'some kinda insect... so rude, luv...

[ Mock-sighed, but he would indeed use his 'feelers' to unbutton and start stripping Lucifer down, fumbling only a little when his chest was played with. ]

A-Ah... Jus' remember as delicious as I am... m'harder t'replace than the fruit an' such...

[ Not that there was any real worry. And, to be completely honest with himself, he wouldn't even be big mad if Lucifer did take a bite out of him at some point... ]

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