"My, My." He Did Tease. He Was Going To Tease Just A Little. Make Sure She Came Out The Other Side Spicy.

The tight hold and pull on his neck took his hand away to the fingertips from the wall he'd braced into. Following thrusts driving some more raw noises out of his captured throat. Milks out his own release and makes him feel oversensitive to the end.

Heat and warmth spilling into him turned the sounds to more of a warbled whine that Duncan's throat makes husky and graveled, at least. For ego's sake.

The mutual leaning support is sorely needed. His knees didn't feel too much more stable. Not in a hurry to move or go elsewhere, obviously.

Admittedly, Pride was eager to hear the Song, whether or not it did him some fucking psychic damage in the process. But even if Lucifer had managed to not, the sounds that he did give off were just as satisfying - and likely less painful for himself to hear. Somewhere in the midst of his own wild thrusts, his blackened claws had revealed themselves, still pointed in a hold around Lucifer's throat for some semblance of purchase. They dug, a bit, into the flesh when he felt the Fallen come to his conclusion, and though Pride continued his own movements for just a bit longer, still determined and hungry, he was not very far behind.

He clung tightly to Lucifer as he hit that eventual peak, unable and unwilling to release him until the wave crested and he was left breathing hard and just a slight bit weak in the knees. Leaning to press his head against the other's and not separating until he could calm the fuck down.

Convincing himself to with a lot of smoothing of his clawed hands down along Lucifer's body again. Appreciating in a bit of a haze. Maybe also doing his best to keep the other upright until they could get straightened out. Don't collapse on him just yet.

"Hngk." About the increased pressure and friction. Little much, now, but it doesn't hurt him the way it should. Pulls a flush into his face at worst. Being a menace to that poor thing.

The quickest thing to learn about Lucifer is his hands and mouth are curious and wandering things. He's intense with them. And curious. So he does indeed find her pulse and feel it. Teeth closing around the skin there on her throat and pressing tongue to feel it. It's good. (Not a single flickering Hell Noise impulse to tear it out.)

Then he had to pull away and let her get out of own shirts and things. Snorting as some of the buttons went flying. (She'd never find at least one of those ever again.) He didn't have long to be bemused before she was pressed up to him again.

Hands and fingers right back to searing over skin. Finding details and quiet honestly appreciating them. Lingering, even. Tracing when they caught and seeking out more to follow. Takes the love bite to his throat to remind him what he was doing.

Hissing in a breath and reeling some. There went his belt! Ha!

He'd let Irene get as far as to get his fly open before he'd do a maneuver to turn her around. Drawing her back into him in a trapping hold. He wasn't done touching, thank you. Stealing some power back if you please.

She's got all this warm skin to get to. And he'd be sure to make more of it visible in dragging her pants and undergarments down to at least her knees (if they fell off after, all the better). Hands went right back to wandering.

Though they had purpose this time. One gliding up high and the other low. Starting with a cup of a breast and squeeze of on inner thigh. Only warning he gave before a thumb rolled across a peak to make it pearl. And other skimmed higher to cup and stroke between thighs, a petting. Mouth had plenty of real estate to give open mouthed kisses to skin, hot and often accompanied by teeth and swipe of tongue. Between the back of her neck and spot behind her ear and shoulder and side of her neck--plenty.

He was too girthy to get down to brass tacks immediately. In his experience, he had to do some prep work. And it's a fantastic excuse for getting those hands and fingers (and sometimes tongue) into places.

Irene gives a soft chuckle at his groan, pressing her leg more against him as she claimed every messy uncoordinated kiss. She whines when he pulls away to finish pulling off his undershirt, hands now hooking into his belt.

Never had calluses felt so good, rasping the skin at her sides. Her chin instinctively lifts at his kiss, offering her neck to him as a shuddering breath escapes her. Could he feel her pulse, frantic beneath her skin? Desperate for him?

It was her turn to strip her layers and she did so viciously, snapping a few of the more stubborn buttons off in her hurry to unbutton her shirt. Then came her own undershirt, a silken tank top and under that, her lace bra. She’d press naked breast against his chest, going in for another grind with her leg. She too was surprisingly devoid of scars to the naked eye, but rough hands still managed to catch on what few there were. A few on her back, reminders of her climb to power and a thin slice between two of her ribs from a jilted lover.

“Lucifer..” A whine escapes her, needy and wanting as she kisses along his jaw before sinking her teeth in a light love bite into his neck. Nothing that would break skin, just a need to claim him if only for the moment. Hands now attempted to tackle his belt, pulling it off and throwing it to the side as if it offended her.

~ Teal ~

Worship

fucking someone to the point they go from talking back and being bratty to being a nonverbal whimpering mess is a need

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It’s okay, I dunno how any of you put up with me either, though m’happy t’reap the benefits of it for as long as I can.

[ He’d keep up the petting, humming about October. ]

Yeah, those horny teens with ouija boards can find better things t’do than mess with you. [ Brushed a thumb over Lucifer’s cheekbone. ] Jus’ remember t’have a break when y’can. S’all I ask, m’most delectable an’ exquisite an’ perfect husband. Who deserves t’be laid out on a nice warm golden throne of a bed bein’ hand fed fresh grapes an’ the finest of wines.

[Chuckled a bundle through all of that.]

I am so glad Duncan spoils you for me. I’m not the only one that deserves a wonderful bed and to be fed grapes in it. [Caught the hand at his cheek to kiss the palm warmly.]

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[ He would reward Lucifer with some kisses along his jaw and throat when he was spun around, clinging happily to him. And then they were in bed, and he would snuggle up to him, dragging fingers through Lucifer’s hair. ]

Absolutely bafflin’ how I make y’into all this, isn’ it?

[ Snorted. ]

Y’been burnin’ the candle at both ends again, looks like, Lucifer. Need some time t’relax…

[Leaned into the fingers in his hair and snuffed out some air.]

Completely and always. Don’t think I’m going to figure it out since I still haven’t.

[He set his head on Rook’s lap and sighed. Full of air he was getting out of himself. Extension of him relaxing, maybe.]

I know. I know. Soon. You know how I feel about October. I’ll take a whole break then. For now, you can complain about it in the meantime. As long as you also call me handsome and pretty and wonderful. [He had that praise thing, after all.]

[He was in it. Always thinking with his mouth. Maybe it was about sound too, so much happened with his mouth. Including this. Where he could kiss clit and roll tongue firmly against it and down lower to delve in deep enough to get a more intimate kiss. The back to hot button nub for more of that. Arms curled under thighs and petting skin there, ready to grip and hold open if he needed to.

He had strong impulses with that mouth and he intended to see them through every time.]

I do.

[ Very quickly admitted. Seeing Lucifer get to relax and enjoy himself was one of the top things on Rook's list. Then he was chuckling and popping a little shrug. About to respond and say something about surprises being important before Lucifer was proving very distracting and he was squirming against the bed. ]

I was... fuckin'... gonna save the 'eatin' me out' puns f'later... but who am I t'deny someone the meal of their choice?

[ Buried a hand in Lucifer's hair, scritching through and grabbing on whenever he hit a good spot. ]

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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.

god, but arrogance turns me on. the smirk on your face, the self-important way you tilt your chin. you think you’re so special, don’t you, baby? i wonder if you’ll still feel so smug, when i break you down.