He Was A Man Of Boxer Briefs. Goofy Ones At That, Usually. Dark Blue With A Repeating Pattern Of Sharks.

[He used to have a stare that was just seething, ball busting, critically acclaimed, hate.

It'd been a few years since then. He could muster the loathing to make a grown man shrink small as their dick was, but...

It was still Piercing. Cut through a person and scattered shadows in 'em. That was there as ever. But right now, today, they had a sadness that didn't usually lurk in the semi-open unless he was on a whole suicidal number of quaaludes. Haunted, too, in their lack of glinting clarity.

The day old redness framing his eyes, didn't help either. He'd been, apparently, ugly crying hard enough for the damage to stick.

Don't discredit Rook. Lucifer was just prone to a cycle of melancholy. He was relatively recovered--and then he wasn't.

He still didn't squeeze, but his jaw was creaking. And he was back to looking down at Pride's mouth alone.

There were many reasons he covered his eyes all the time. They told on him too much.]

[ A hand at his throat was less than he expected and truly probably kinder than he deserved. He swallowed a bit when he felt those fingers there. Did not think he wanted Donovan to take any damage that couldn’t be mended…

My Pride, Lucifer had said. The statement had him suppressing his own little shiver. Couldn’t let the other see that.

With a careful hand, he steadily removed the glasses, fixing his own red-ringed eyes on the other’s. Not afraid or judgmental. Whatever he found, he had no doubts that it was all Lucifer.

Even in Host- Still beautiful. ]

Sound was still a hair trigger. Pride was playing just fine into that as much as the touches and words.

The chuckle made his skin feel too hot even before the intense commands and singular secretive moan. "Hahn, fuck--" A hoarse cuss and groan. Giving in to the instinct to buck hips between the cock gradually hollowing him out and the tight encirclement of his own leather clad grip. Shit. Fuck.

He lost track of his restraint. And his inhibition in those final moments. Unabashedly loud. Near incoherent. An almost Note slipping out of a final husked cry as he pushed back and came hard enough to paint some of his release onto wall in front of him. Body tighter around Pride.

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The sound of his Name, as always, drove him a little fucking crazy. Always sounded so perfect coming from Lucifer, though he would never admit it aloud. But he craved it, hands tightening further on that throat as his hips drove into Lucifer hard and with abandon.

Did notice the other’s efforts to bring himself to the finish line though. Couldn’t keep in a breathless chuckle that slipped from his mouth and into Lucifer’s ear.

“Come undone for me,” he hissed out between exhales and barely choked back moans of his own, able to keep all but one from slipping out against Lucifer’s shoulder. Had to take in another breath before practically growling. “I want to hear you louder.”

by chasingtheshiftinglight

~ Teal ~

[Broke into a laugh when he took some mercy by taking his nibbling teeth away. Stars, that was a lot of liquids. Worth it for a moment of driving Rook out of his mind for a little while. He gave nicer kisses to the bridge of his nose and gently cradled his chin in hand. Laughed softened by the end of it, knowing he had special privileges with that spot. Rook actually enjoyed it with him rather than feeling forced to react the way it made him.]

[ He practically thrummed at the affection, squeezing Lucifer where he could while he was in those arms. But then it was like being struck by extremely pleasant lightning, and he was making an absolute mess on both of them, breath going from hitched and shuddery gasp to breathless whine, and then repeated whimpers as it continued, body involuntarily writhing against the pleasure but unable to break Lucifer's hold. He couldn't even form thoughts while that spot was being so heavily abused. ]

[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. ]

[That earned a slow blink from the Fallen. Sorting the request and the implication. He was staying? Wanted to?''

While he was mulling that into something sensical, he pulled up mutual pants and did deft things to tuck them, too. When the asking got in past his defenses his expression fell. Not with...anything bad. Just...

He gathered Pride up and...fell into a familiar pattern of service. Taking him away from the office and into the hall. Soon into a bedroom. The bedroom was kept warmer than the rest of the building with those hot water pipes from another ring. Had more running around it in the walls and floors. Keeping the stone heated.

He set Pride down on the bed and lingered a moment to touch his cheek. Brushing knuckles then drifted away. Bringing back cleaning wipes from a dresser drawer. And going to the attached bathroom to deal with himself.

Just give him a minute. He'd sunk into a reserve to keep his heart and head from doing something cruel to him with the expectation Pride would leave. Now he had to...climb out of it. Somehow. In the meantime he was just doing things he needed to do. Like tending them both in the aftermath.]

[ It was all so fucking frustrating. Constantly felt like some kind of vagabond drifter that nobody wanted to hover around for very long, lest they end up being used by him in some scheme. ‘Established’ or not, it always felt like he was fighting to keep what he had.

But he was at fault for it. He knew that. Mad at himself, mostly.

He stayed silent as he felt those hands on him. Felt Lucifer so maddeningly close but like he was slowly teetering on the edge of losing him all over again. Realistic or not that that would actually happen.

Pride hated that he wanted… needed some… kind of “security”. It was so fUCKING stupid. So much so that when he actually spoke again, his voice broke like he was trying to get the words out before they died on his tongue. ]

Let’s…go somewhere… not here. A-Anywhere.

[ Wherever. Fuck. He didn’t know. Shouldn’t have even said it when he didn’t know where. ]

[Why was the Sin grabbing his face and not fucking doing what he was to--

So unexpected was the turn around that he hit the desk with a startled grunt and a fairly dumb blink down at the desk surface under his face. Realizing he'd lost control of the situation and bristled.

His face was overheated and he knew that meant he was bright red. So he hid a bit by pushing forehead into the surface of the desk. Truth of the matter was, he was inconceivably strong. So if he wasn't fixing this situation in some way, it was very telling.

About as much as his silent reach to hook thumbs under waist band and easing everything down to just near his knees. Don't look at him.

He had the opposite want on eyes that Pride did. When he was feeling exposed and vulnerable. A mix of uncertainty and want leaving him a bit shaky.

This felt different than the first time he'd given himself over.]

[How does it feel? To whip your emotions and thoughts around at break neck speeds? He'd like TO FUCKING KNOW.

I can think of some more. [Eyes lidding all the more as Pride came in near. Don't tell anyone, but his dick did a tiny alert twitch on his thigh when the Sin came in near long before Pride started saying something to him at his ear.

Some reason he didn't think Pride would take the second offer.

Narrowed gaze went from nearly sleepy soft, whiskey lazy. To sharp and dangerous as he stood up. Stepping up close and bumping Pride back until the back of the Sin's thighs were bitten by the edge of the desk in question.

He stared down at Pride's face for a few tense seconds--then reached to one side to open a drawer in the desk, taking out the bottle of lubricant.]

Move. [Like he hadn't just nearly trapped the Sin where he was. And also like he didn't plan to budge to make it easier Pride to squirm back out of that space. He wasn't.]

Thinking about doms in collars. They crawl on all fours, make soft noises, nuzzle your tights just until you let your guard down, just for pinning you against the floor and biting your neck so hard blood paints their lips. They growl and fuck you rough and senseless as you pull their leash, and you realize you're not the one in control anymore; you never were. You are prey and will be treated as such.