He Was Certainly Opened Up.

He grinned a little Too Smug as he's pulled along--ears getting a little pink is a side thing. Walking up on his knees either side of her to follow. Obedient and focused. Rumbling a growl that was as close as he could get to a purr with Duncan's vocals.

When he was no longer following, he braced hands on bed and held himself up in place. Chin tilting to give her more room to be at his throat. Before he was just leaning into the touch on his face.

"I did say anything for you." He reminded her. He thought that was a pretty good answer. Sucking in some air when her teeth were on his neck. "You can fuck me with it. I can fuck you. This form. The other. Yours." Tried to be more direct and articulate. While some of his brain was slipping away from him at the sound of his buckle being undone. As he'd known it would.

“I’m…I’m gonna eat you..” Irene hisses, though there’s no real power behind it as she squirms. He would get the spicy he wanted in the form of her practically clawing at him after he flips her over, pulling him down.

Even as spicy as she was, she still melts into the kiss as she usually does. She’s needy, moaning as hands grasp at his suit, his shoulders, and settling for capturing his tie in her hands to keep him from pulling away too far from her. He’d be fed an ample supply of moans and soft pants, her teeth finding his lip and pulling it gently when he moves to speak.

“Finally~” She whispers and scoots back, pulling his tie to bring him up with her. “Now get your ass up here so I can rip your clothes off.”

She pauses mid pull to go in for another kiss, pulling her bra off from where it dangled at her elbow and throwing it across the room before moving to nibble his chin to his neck. She’d pause, still a bit hazy before cupping his cheek. “You know, you never did answer me about if you wanted to try that toy. I’m going to drain you like a succubus regardless but thought I’d offer before I do so.”

She then lowers her head, kissing and suckling on his neck as her free hand begins working on his belt buckle.

divorced couple energy ship will always be immaculate to me. we hate each other. we've seen each other naked. I know how you take your morning coffee. I will never make you your morning coffee again. get it yourself. here you go, I gave it to you anyway. you disgust me. I will always be somewhat in love with you. I will be yours forever. you're not mine anymore. you will always be mine. fuck you. let's fuck, for old time's sake. did you steal my cd? no, no. keep it.

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[ He’d found it easier to work with having it longer and tied back in the kitchen, didn’t get in his face, and easier for hair nets to stop anything escaping. He did make sure to take care of it.

Gave a harder suck when Lucifer got the other hand in there too and swallowed around him, enjoying the drag on his lips as the rhythm started up. Even gave Lucifer a crisp thumbs up to continue, goofy about it even as he focused on enjoying the task at hand. Tucked a stray curl behind his ear like he was being coquettish, coupling it with flicking lips around the tip, hand working the base of the shaft. ]

[Would have laughed if he had the mind for it. He didn’t. He had a mind for enjoying his husband and his lovely mouth. Attentive hands. Fully self-indulgent. He did little to pace himself, either.

Rumbled a low purr to Rook of his name as a courteously warning just as he crested. Spilling hot and thick onto Rook’s waiting tongue.]

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[ Rook always appreciated those hands in his hair. Still kept it long, but he’d have the tie slide down and off so the curls flowed around his face, the ends just about even with the bottom of his pecs.

Rook’s oral was anything but impersonal. Relished the opportunity, devoted and playful and clearly getting his own enjoyment from it. He’d pull off with a wet pop, letting Lucifer’s cock rest against the warmth of his cheek while his hand shifted to rub and cup his balls, pressing an impulsive kiss to his tip. ]

If, in the heat of the moment, you end up pressin’ the spot an’ makin’ me cum, I won’ be upset about it…

[ Would let him know with a saucy grin before taking Lucifer down to the root, swallowing around the familiar shape of him, groaning, pleased, at how full his mouth was. ]

[He certainly took up playing fingers in the length of his hair when it was down. He felt like Rook had grown it out some. Or he had gotten used to it being up. Either way. Luxurious for his wandering fingers. He did brush hair to one side to keep his prized view.

Tugged on it a little while he was laying against the man’s lips and cheek. He’d never get very tired of the way Rook looked like that.]

Noted. [A whiskey warm acknowledgement in the moment before he was in tight heat. Tense and letting out another groan. Head fell back to really enjoy the feeling. First thing he did in the ‘heat of the moment’ was take arm out from behind his head to have both hands in Rook’s hair.

Knowing full well Rook would let him treat him with a little bit of crudeness. Holding him in place as he worked his own hips in a lazy rolling fuck of Rook’s mouth.]

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.

When I get to it, impatient Nelly. [Tsked without any real anger.

He was mildly delighting in getting Rook naked right now. Sue him. Hands dragged shirt up and off Rook to finish the job. He was being lazy when he made Rook do the complicated parts with his telekinesis was all.] I haven’t gotten to  ogle my own bonobo husband it at least a week.

[Once he’d gotten the shirt to drop and join the rest on the floor, he was raking gaze right over Rook. Coming back up after a beat to trace the scar he left in script across collarbones with rough finger tips. Somehow he forgot about that little detail on the other and appreciated it anew.]

[Rumbled under the bruising teeth in his chest, worrying teeth into his own lower lip a moment. Trying to focus and make a decision--A difficult thing to do when his husband was also feeling him up.

Fuck it. His focus came back to Rook with that pinpoint way he had. Got hold of his chin between a couple of fingers and stole another heated kiss before, low and direct;] 

Get out of these. [Free hand tugging at the waist band of his trousers. Well aware what all waited there, thank you.]

[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. ]

[The dirty pleasure of being generously defiled soothed over any worn out strings the moments before. Biting his own lower lip and trying not to sound a slut about that part specifically. Let alone the flash bangs of teeth and claws splitting skin.

He was pliant. He'd been pliant for a bit now. He remained so. Squeezed in and gripped tight. He didn't fight it. He didn't want to.

When did he start feeling safe and wanted? Every day he felt more like singing glass.

Keep him. He's yours and you're mine.]

[ Pride did not have the wherewithal to judge Lucifer's tip over the edge. He was not any fucking better. Claws dug into the Fallen's chest as if trying to pull him even closer than they already were - might've pulled blood with it, but didn't even have the mental fortitude to process that either.

The tendril wrapped around Lucifer provided just enough follow-up after feeling him reach that final throe to likely overstimulate. Only stopping when Pride himself followed him right over the edge, spilling heavy as he buried teeth into Lucifer's shoulder, though that did little to muffle the practical whine that left him as he shut his eyes tight.

May or may not have felt some burning at the corners of his eyes, but if you ever mentioned that, he would deny it up and down.

He didn't pull away from Lucifer right away. Too busy getting both arms around him to squeeze him tight against himself as he buried his face into the Fallen's shoulder. Hiding there. ]

"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.