Expression Went Soft. Shivering Hard Between The Words, The Bite, And The Firm Strokes Through Already

[It was hard for Lucifer to look at what Pride tried to show him.

If nothing else he had always been 'light-bringer'. Even when his halo had turned into something of a black hole after the Fall. Until recently--he'd started giving off light around his edges again. Like a secret.

That wasn't what he was here to think about. He was back to being where he could look at Pride's mouth while he was speaking. He didn't sense a Lie, he realized, after a moment. Pride really did think he was Top Tier Hot Shit.

Still did. A shiver traveled up his spine, unbidden. He hid that with a trace of thumb pad over Pride's lips when he finished speaking. Pride though he was powerful and a force to reckon. At least right now. And back then.

There's another undercurrent to what Pride was telling him. He'd bow, would he? Kneel, too, he bet. Maybe not in front of anyone other than him. He knew that sentiment. Lucifer could count on one hand how many times he'd gotten on his own knees. Willingly, at least. It's a powerful notion that Lord of Boundless Ego himself would bow.

He almost hated this was working.]

Is that how you would talk to me if I fucked you against that wall? [He flicked a look toward said nearby wall then back to Pride's face again. Or would the praise be much more raw and personal, he wondered.]

[Naturally his head lifted to take stock of the change of reality. It's...

He knows to some degree what Pride is doing. What he'd always done. Slid up next to him with soft little whispering purrs that got him to put his logic down like a draw bridge lowered and let Pride in where he could fuck him up.

That is what Lucifer was expecting, wasn't it? Inviting, even?

Again, it'd been a century or two. Stan wasn't pulverizing Lucifer's sense of self on the regular anymore.

Yet...he still wanted the boost. The attention. The little purr.

His attention eased back onto Pride and he lifted hand to get hold of his face by his chin. Duncan had very large hands for that sort of thing. Leaned his head down the scant couple of inches in the difference of heights between them to be hovering by Pride's ear.]

Tell me some of the reasons. [He said it like an order, but it was a question. A tender request for some praise.]

scared.

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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.]

getting my face slapped with a dick before i can take it inside my mouth is such a little sort of teasing thing but it drives me crazy and makes me wet so fast ohhh... yes. i am here before you on my knees, panting impatiently already, but please remind me im yours and im easy to control.

[Handsome, goofy, bonobo husband. He pressed a number more of kisses to his face and lips, brief and soft.] Love you too. [He pulled out of himself from that vulnerable place in him.

Wasting a little bit of soul energy to mimic a minor miracle that cleaned up them both of the mess they'd made without needing to leave for a shower. He wanted to keep him here. Close and warm and his.

Even slipped out of Duncan to press Rook between them too of them. Something Duncan had no problem facilitating by squeezing them both into himself as he settled them into laying comfortably together.]

[ He did. He trusted Lucifer implicitly, explicitly, in every way. Especially with that spot. If he used it 'against him' it was for fun and not to take advantage in a bad way.

Rook was well-addled but made pleased noises about the affection, psychic energy stroking over Lucifer, little staticky prickles touching whatever was available while his higher functions were rebooting. His balls would certainly ache before long, but Rook would say it was well worth it. ]

Luv y'...

[ Managed it more on reflex than anything else, his subconscious need to tell Lucifer still in his mental buffer. ]

[It was complicated.

The longer he had that kiss the less anger bubbled up. The less vitriol was in the kiss. He'd been worried, okay?

He tried to chug fucking holy water and...

The kiss broke and Lucifer stayed in close. Breaths sharp and short. His own hands got up to the sides of Pride's neck, thumbs brushing over jaw corners. Hitching with nose pressed to the Sin's cheek as Pride's hand found what it was looking for, a semi-firm outline.]

[ Pride was no more a fan of being on his knees than Lucifer was, but in some cases... He could make an exception. This was one such exception, and though he let out a sound into Lucifer's mouth as he was forced down, he didn't make any effort to change their position, hands bracing against Lucifer's thighs as he forced them apart and snuck in as close as he could to the seat of that chair.

Yes, he was an asshole. An asshole that was currently gripping tightly to pant leg with one hand while the other was coasting upwards to touch and feel and press. If he wanted to be aggressive and angry and bothered, then take it out on Pride right then. The Sin was more than fine with that, so long as it was Lucifer. ]

[Hummed and kissed his cheek before getting up from bed.]

You did, but not unexpected. [It did smell delightful. Always a curious quirk or two on the traditional. He pulled over the chair in the room to set up beside the nightstand.] Don't forget there's things to mind yourself with in the room.

[An open tease as he relaxed to enjoy the meal. Taking a little break for himself. Let the heat in his stomach simmer while he got some much needed calories.]

[ He'd get to enjoy plenty of moans and whines from Rook as he got his fill. It had been a hot minute since they'd indulged quite like this, and the enthused way Lucifer had with his mouth was more than enough to have the mutant arching and hopelessly wet against his tongue.

Always did very fun things to his head and his heart, being the focus of such dedicated attention from his husband. ]

Love you... Love you so f-f-fuckin' much, Lu--!

[ He let out a gasp, thighs tensing as another crest of spine-melting pleasure ran through him. ]

Always around you.

[Hmn. He kissed along the scar there before he sat back up.]

Swear I don't have a thing for feeding. Just so fucking hungry all the time, as you know. [Sighed as he picked up a berry to pop into his mouth directly.]

'Feelers' like m'some kinda insect... so rude, luv...

[ Mock-sighed, but he would indeed use his 'feelers' to unbutton and start stripping Lucifer down, fumbling only a little when his chest was played with. ]

A-Ah... Jus' remember as delicious as I am... m'harder t'replace than the fruit an' such...

[ Not that there was any real worry. And, to be completely honest with himself, he wouldn't even be big mad if Lucifer did take a bite out of him at some point... ]

[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 having a bit of whiplash here. Took him a few heated seconds to process what he was being told - what he was being asked. He spared a glance back at the desk before turning his attention back to Lucifer. ]

That's a terrible pet name.

[ But he decided to push himself up to stand, willing his legs to not shudder at all - that wouldn't do. Leaned over and pressed a steady and purposeful kiss right beneath Lucifer's ear. Ended up gesturing to the desk just as Lucifer had. ]

Far be it from me to pass up an opportunity.

[ He was antsy. Held no promises about not being aggressive. Probably obvious by how red his irises were; betrayed his infernal nature even in Host. ]

Oh, boy. He'd stumbled into a tiger pit, hadn't he?

A bemused thought that didn't linger. Stolen off with the wet slide she gave him. Much as it was 'all meat', the meat still felt good. His own and hers. Quick to encourage that with hands on her hips giving her some nice press and rock to her activities--assisting. Regardless of all the self control and ignorance he could give that in the world, it still reacted strongly when directly given attention.

"Maybe I'll believe your sterling intentions tomorrow." Came out of him humorous and a bit reedy in the voice. All sharp and cruel eyed before, his expression and stare had dulled on the edges. Too gun shy with his gaze to find hers, but he'd gone a smidge molten--distracted. Low groan of a pant against the tail end of the most recent kiss.

Forgetting to have a quip. Mouth having gone a little dry with anticipation. And the effort to let her decide what she wanted of him and when. Fuck if he wasn't tempt to get clever and change that rub into more. Still in the business, however, of ultimately keeping Irene's sense of control intact. (Thistimethistimethistime. He'd get fucking cheeky another time. When he had enough of her trust.)

Irene didn’t waste any time wrapping her legs around him, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders so she could help support her weight on their way to the chair. He had a point about the bed and it caused her brow to knit together before she leans down to nuzzle him.

“Well next time we’ll have to try not fucking in my office then.” She responds to his teasing, smiling as she peppers kisses along his jaw before they sit and she settles herself proper on his lap. Her smile fades at his next words and she’d open her mouth to respond but is interrupted by a kiss.

As with every other kiss, her head would empty as she melts into it. There was that very same giddy smile he was talking about, with soft eyes and tingles cascading down her skin. It’d take a moment but a laugh bubbles up from within her.

“I really am sorry about that. I swear I wasn’t trying to.” She rolls her hips, slicking herself along his length to help prepare for this next step. She leans in for another kiss, smiling. “I just hope I don’t have to break it every time I want you after this. There really is better foreplay.”