He Grinned A Little Too Smug As He's Pulled Along--ears Getting A Little Pink Is A Side Thing. Walking

[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. ]

And disturb all that art you've mad--oh, you mean with your invisible feelers. [He could be intelligent with a budding erection, shh. He did take a pause to hold tie away and he leaned over and laved tongue over one of those perky bits of Rook's chest. Teeth scraping before he pulled up and away again.]

Hm, sure.

Well. I suppose you'll jus' have t'take it off then...

[ Faux innocent at him, even as he shivered from the touch, nips perking in anticipation. He did, presently, have boxers on, slung low on his waist, though that was it. The cream was hand-whipped and flavoured with champagne. As a treat. ]

I can help, if y'like.

[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.]

holding a magnet to your crt girlfriend's face for just a moment so you can watch her emotions and personality all coalesce and dissolve around the pretty little spot of void you've made in her

"It is a BIT of a sausage fest around these parts. Makes 'shebang' a bit of a misnomer." Yell at Rook about him being humorous in these intimate moments. He'd started to coast, while she was talking and giving him kisses, some fingers under the waist band of her panties with intent.

Interrupted sharply by the tug on his tie. The tent in under his fly is a bit painful by the time he's stumbling along after her. And not much because of all the talk of pseudo-cocks and creampies. That just made his skin prickle with a touch of embarrassment to have his kinks pointed out. Was he that obvious?

You know what?

He picked up some pep to his step and closed the gap between her, him, and the bed in fell swoop that ended with her pressed faced down over the edge of the bed. Where he (gently) held her down by the back of her neck. Fitting trapped erection against her ass for a not so subtle grind.

"I don't do mommy or daddy things. And I'm the king around here." He took a moment to rumble right up against the shell of her ear. Other hand making short work of her bra clasps with an over familiar with pinch to release it. Hooked finger under a strap to ease it over one of her shoulders while he was speaking. "But you can be My Love. My feisty 'Rene eager to talk a big game so it sounds a little less like begging me to fuck you blind. If you like." Little bit cocky.

That's how it went with Lucifer most of the time. Either bulldoze him or get bulldozed instead.

The feeling of his gloves on her waist bring goosebumps to her skin, a shiver running up his spine as she leans a bit to give him a touch more friction against her hip.

She presses kisses along his jaw, closing her eyes as she showers him in her love. “Mmm..you say that…but..as far as I can tell, I’m the only girl in the whole shebang.” She whispers. Might as well get it out in the open. “I…I don’t want you not be happy when you’re with me because I can’t provide the same services.”

Irene runs her hand along his shoulder, burying her face into his neck and kissing there as well. She lets her teeth graze the skin, teasing him.

“So…I thought we could try it. I’ve never done it before and the one I got is special. It comes with like thick lube done up like cum and a tube through the whole thing so I can creampie you. I’ll fill you up and you can fill me up~” She kisses his neck again, now stepping back towards the bed and using his tie to bring him with her. “How do you feel about dirty talk like calling me mommy..? You can also call me something like your majesty or my queen if that’s more comfortable for you. Just something else I was thinking about. We don’t have to either if you don’t like it.”

“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via weepling)

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Duncan is a gem an’ we’re both lucky t’have him around. [ He’d rub Lucifer’s lip after the kiss, smiling down at him. ]

Thankfully, our bed is plenty big enough t’fit us all in, an’ we can feed each other grapes an’ whatever else we feel like.

[ Leaned down, licking his lip and voice dropping to a whisper. ]

Tell me how much you love me, Lucifer.

[That’s a lot. Those are words he doesn't have to search for, but he does have to chisel out of his emotions. The ones he liked to keep in his chest, tightly. He wanted to please Rook more than that.

He stared at him for a long moment.] I love you enough to be on my knees. [He mumbled slowly.] Love you enough to have a family with you. To marry you. To feel ephemeral moments of hope and joy.

Me. A hateful thing.

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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.]