With Some Time To Adjust And Get Used To Things, He Started To Breathe More Deeply. More Paced. Despite

[There’s the bonobo he knows and loves. Earned a brief and groan interrupted chuckle. Thrusts unsteady through Rook’s orgasm. Gaze darkening as he rode through it. Swiping thumb through what was still on abdomen to have his own taste. He put in all the work to make it, after all.

Then he withdrew from Rook, taking his own cock in hand to add to the pooling mess there with a few firm and quick strokes. Bucking into the circle of his fingers as he spilled out. Making sure there was plenty to make Rook lick up. He deserved that as much.

He gave one of Rook’s thighs a squeeze before he stepped away to give him space and freedom.] Make sure to get all of it. Wouldn’t want to make the cleaning lady deal with it instead. Poor thing struggles enough with the blood some days. [Smug and retrieving strewn about clothing. He would put Rook’s in a neat pile on nearby visitor’s seat, at least. While putting on the minimum of his own.]

[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.]

When he got ONE whole breath, un-assaulted, he was able to answer with some CRANK AND IRE. (Not to diminish the love he felt for certain bonobo man and electronic chatterbox.)

"No! I just--" Calm down. The hardest thing in the world for him to do when he wasn't being antagonized and stripped naked. "I have to be prepared due to certain people." He huffed out with less anger. He was being pragmatic and responsible!

The opposite of whatever this was. Hissing in a breath under the scratching the claws. Hmn. Barely recovering from that when Diet preceded to be a bastard! Coloring up hot in his face all over again before he turned his head away with a jerk. Fucker. May as well have rubbed it into his face.

Not that he got to grind his molars for long.

"Ha-ah!" Future promises lost on Lucifer who was struggling to stay relaxed enough to take all that in a go. Directing tension into his lower belly and shoulders. And the press of knees into either side of Dietrich's hips. Head pushing into his own bicep which knocked shades askew.

Just going to give Lucifer the Biggest Look about the lube in his suit pocket. "Were planning on this? Clairvoyant? Or just hoping someone would indulge?"

Boy, he's having a great time being a nasty old man at Lucifer right now. All those fun reactions, and snapping at him like he's not held down and stretched over Devang's kitchen table.

Dragged his claws up Lucifer's stomach and chest, not being delicate enough to stop some little red lines opening up as he moved the Fallen a little to the side to get at his coat. Found the lube and set it down on the table, dragging the boxer briefs and trousers down Lucifers' thighs and off his legs completely, pausing only to get the Fallen's shoes off one handed, tossing them on the kitchen floor. Setting the trousers and underwear up on the table next to Lucifer. Was all purposeful about it too, letting those pre-smeared sharks sit in easy view. Look what you've done so far, Lucifer.

"There. Now can get at you without pesky clothing in way..."

Looking down at him like he was an all you can eat buffet.

Flipped the bottle of lube around, still doing things one-handed, not going to let Lucifer's wrists go. Not until he was inside him. Got a generous amount of lube on his fingers, pressing two together to Lucifer's entrance, massaging around, half-teasing as he worked one in, then the other in short order.

"Next time will eat ass out properly, when I know you can behave."

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.

There you go, relaxing is good. Very important. Heated and eager is good and cute, but--Irene easing into the moment was much more suitable.

His general quiet shouldn't be taken for disinterest. Lucifer is enamored and that gave him an intense kind of focus that had a bad habit of way-laying his own needs. For all the well-defined attention he was giving, he was being pliant and attentive. If she was going to tug on his hair and demand a kiss, she was going to get one. Though he was helpful by helping her head turn at a comfortable enough angle by releasing chest and cupping her jaw and chin with fingers. Taking the strain of the effort from her.

He's tucking kisses into the folder of things Irene really gets bothered for. It's a cute thing to keep in mind. Cute often being a code word for a number of things that made his chest flutter with his unique scramble of this is hot to him and also makes Lucifer feel affectionate for a person. She'll get used to it.

Other busy-body hand found the button, as it were, to tease in strokes and circles. Bit of quick and slow. Alternating to find what she responded to most and best. (He's a learning computer, ha!) He was a fiend for Sounds. Quiet, loud, stammered, whispered, reserved, panted--didn't matter. Give him some. He'd eat them up. Literal at the moment given he had her lips occupied and was getting incredibly suggestive with it.

Wasn't too long, either way, that he was delving in fingers and fitting heel of his palm up to that perky spot he'd just been getting to know. He had these parts sometimes. He knew what to do. He also knew he could be ruthless. She had the possibly unfortunate advantage of peaking out a number of more times than he did right now. Boy, was he going to exploit that terribly. And not just because his cock gave a sympathetic twitch as a second digit joined the first to work and stroke into delightfully warm, slick, insides. Palm grinding in a matching rock on the outside.

Also because he owed her some wrecking for his fucking sunglasses (and his nose to a lesser extent).

One moment she was working to free the beast, the next she knew the world had spun on its axis, her back now pressed into his chest. She felt his hands on her pants and she’s quick to unbutton them to make it easier to pull them to her knees. She uses this moment to grind her ass against him with a cheeky smile, one arm hooking around his shoulder to help her stay pressed against him while his hands wandered her body. She kicked with a foot, forcing her pants down the rest of the way.

Her smile fades quickly, melting into a sweet inhaled moan as his hands found their targets. She can’t help the instinctive twitch, biting her lip to help muffle her moans at his gentle stroking as her hands grasped his arms. As his fingers probed deeper, her thighs would first press together. Every catch of his callused fingers would almost shock her body with a lightning bolt of pleasure, making her hips twitch and rub her ass against him. He’d find his fingers quickly and thoroughly slickened as her thighs part, almost as if begging for more.

She tilts her head, giving him free rein of her neck and shoulder, forcing herself to let go of the arm clutching her breast and sliding her fingers through his hair. Using this new grip on his head, she’d try to beg for more kisses with soft needy whimpers as her other hand releases his other arm, now attempting to stroke him through his pants although with the current angle she wasn’t wholly successful.

by chasingtheshiftinglight

Dream Girl Evil, Florence + the Machine // Details from The Fall, Hugo van der Goes

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We do work very well with each other, s’true.

[ Enjoyed the petting and gave an apologetic kiss to Lucifer’s thigh. ]

Sorry. You’ll be warm enough soon, luv, I promise.

[ He wouldn’t spend too much time on it, sending the cloth back to the sink and trailing kisses along the shaft before taking it into his warm, wet mouth, tongue laving along the underside up to the sensitive bundle of nerves at the head. Hummed appreciatively at the familiar sensation, letting it vibrate around Lucifer’s cock. ]

[Lucifer was content to let his fingers stay nestled in curls. Sure, Rook was giving him oral, but that didn’t mean it had to be impersonal.

He tucked free arm behind his head as he let out a low rumble of a groan. Lids lowering as he watched the man work his mouth and tongue on him. Just as pleasurable as the actual activities happening. Though they were certainly a treat that drew a breathy moan out of him as well.]

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[ He always enjoyed the way Lucifer so casually and easily stripped. He was happy to lay there, feeling that gaze drag over him, cock doing a little twitch in line with his pleasure at Lucifer’s admiration. And how attracted he was to his husband and Duncan in turn. Then he was in Lucifer’s lap and there was kissing and touching that he very much approved of and leaned into.

Laughed when Lucifer pulled away. ]

Y’welcome t’spend as many of those as y’like, whenever y’like.

[ He would give Lucifer a few of his own kisses in turn, though he would also grind against him at the same time. ]

Fuck, I love you so much. I’m the luckiest kind-of-a-man thing in the universe.

[ But he would slink down between Lucifer’s thighs, legs stretching out behind him and kicking lazily in the air as he settled on his stomach, admiring Lucifer’s cock more directly. Would summon over a damp cloth from the bathroom, taking the dedicated time to wash away any remnants of lube and whatnot while he let his head rest against Lucifer’s thigh. As close to an act of worship as Rook really got outside of a kitchen. ]

You aren’t the only one, yet again. Often together on many things. [He chuckled warm and mild. Content to let Rook be as attentive as he liked. Petting fingers in Rook’s hair while he was resting on his thigh that way. Was a bit intense to have that much attention on one part of himself, but--Rook was that way.

And it did buff his ego nicely to be admired by him.

Rook was easy to reward in some ways and he relaxed back against propped pillows. Inhaling quick when cooler than air damp cloth was cleaning him.] Thoughtful. And chilly. [He remarked. Otherwise patient and appreciating being cared for.]

[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.]

He was certainly opened up.

Took an impressive amount of self control not to tense back up at the loss. A nasally, breathy, whine breaking quarantine.

Fuck, okay, maybe he bit off a lot here. That became really crystal when he finally got too good of a feel of Dietrich dragging his cock along him. That's a gut wrecker. The realization felt delirious. Still horny, but a lot more concerned.

The tapering glans was hardly the worst, even gave him some forewarning. Still made the most embarrassing fucking sound when the stretch and resistance came. So much for breathing calm for the hitch that came with the warble of a whine.

Forgot he was supposed to be pinned and yanked a hand free from Diet's grip to cover his face with his arm. He was so fucking exposed and he wasn't used to breaking down in front of the wolfman.

That was good. That's what he wanted.

Once he was confident he wouldn't cause too much of an issue, he'd pull his fingers free, angling to get a satisfied look at that hole of his, all prepped and ready.

"Been good so far, can have reward," he'd growl out, finally freeing himself from his jogging pants, slicking the red length of his cock up as he pressed the sheathe right back. A good nine inches and thick, pointed at the end, the knot just starting to swell near the base. He'd let it rest a moment over Lucifer's cock, teasing, even let it leave a wet smear of pre against the Fallen's stomach before he'd draw his hips back enough to press that first inch slowly inside.

"Nice and easy, there we go..."

[Barked a laugh despite himself. Larynx bobbed with a swallow while Rook was at his throat like that. Inspired a great tenderness and that always translated to one of his absurdly triggered love chubs. It was just a little upsetting for his ego when he got worked up so quick over virtually nothing especially horny going on.

Not so idly taking stock of surfaces near to them while his shirt was being undone.]

[Rook was terrible about his affectionately spicy mischiefs. He gave another light snort when he was let freeeee.]

I’m the sweet one? I didn’t even rub your back. Must have me mistaken for one of your other attention sources.