He Was Very Aware That Vox Prrrrrobably Wasn't Used To Windpipe Not Being Crushed And It Might Take The

It's the most he's taken. It's so much. He hadn't known he could take that much and not be damaged. He was actually going inside.

It's different than when he was out of host taking something big.

Diet kept knocking air out of him when his hips came in close. Which made the following whine of loss sound chocked. Only to cry out again when he came back.

He's good. He's good he'sgood he'sgood! He's a good boy when he wants to be. His eye corners were wet and burning. He had no idea if he could take a fucking knot--but all he could think was that he wanted it. He wanted to be good and get it. At least when the forward thrusts didn't blot his entire brain out with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Dietrich was pleased by the reaction. "Making such pretty noises for me," he muttered, dragging a thumb over the marks on the Fallen's thigh. Wouldn't pull the now-freed hand back yet, figured he needed a little something as he slowly pressed his cock inside until it was about three quarters of the way there.

Then he'd start pulling back, slow and decadent and driving himself a little mad with the sensation. Once he was almost back to the head, he'd press back in, building up a little increase in the pace with each thrust back and forth.

"Taking cock so well so far... going to stretch you out on knot, if stay good."

[Guess they had not covered all the bases.

It was plenty sudden.

He grabbed the front of Pride's suit, after a beat of surprise and confusion, and yanked in such a way as to bring Pride down on his knees in front of the chair, between his own needs. Where the kiss could get crushed back into Pride's stupid fucking mouth.

Jackanape! Asshole.

His grip loosened, but the kiss didn't break. Giving good as he got with teeth and tongue.

Fuck you, actually.]

[ Pride felt himself a bit enclosed there with a roll of his eyes to how that was being done, but that was just as well. Served his purposes fine when he shoved that chair just enough away from himself to spin it around to look at Lucifer in the face. ]

This, idiot.

[ Then leaned down to take Lucifer’s face - not quite caring how aggressive he was being - and pressing his mouth hard to the other’s. Would get teeth involved if he needed to. But he needed to do this either way.

Pride was learning stupid uncomfortable truths about himself and the people around him every fucking day. Whatever. WHATEVER.

Fuck it. ]

With some time to adjust and get used to things, he started to breathe more deeply. More paced. Despite all the warm laves of tongue trying to make him go bonkers.

Got so far as to make his hands unclench. He was, however, still stubbornly keeping sounds in his throat. Biting his own lower lip hard with an arch that takes some of his spine right off the table when third finger is added to the mix. To his credit, he kept his body relaxed.

"Y-yes." A stuttered answer once his spine was back on table and he could respond without sounding too wildly overwhelmed. Full was good. Full was something different with this body.

Hm. Well. He'd keep that in mind.

He'd let Lucifer buck and writhe between those two points of contact, letting his tongue dip further down the shaft, flat and flickering and able to curl around the thick heft of him.

Otherwise just keeping things at that level for now-- he could hear the man's heartbeat hammering, and those shallow breaths were a trouble. Kept working his fingers in and out steadily, tongue dragging up the Fallen's torso again.

Didn't need him passing out.

"We see how well you take it, hm? Like being nice and full?"

He would then work one more finger inside, slow, just to make sure he had a chance of getting himself in all the way.

Praise kink Degradation kink

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“You’re doing so well, you’re just a little whore aren’t you?”

“My pretty, brainless doll”

“You look pretty when you’re a struggling, desperate mess”

“That’s it, keep going you dumb slut”

“You’re such a good slut”

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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.

[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.]

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Not the most important bit, but, well, Duncan is a very handsome man an’ we’re lucky for him.

[ Rook would lick his lips, watching Lucifer strip, and then moaned, quickly getting fully hard in Lucifer’s grip, legs wrapping around behind the Fallen’s thighs. ]

Mmm, fuck– ‘course, luv.

[ He’d make a ‘come hither’ gesture and the drawer would open and the lube would quickly make its way to easy grabbing difference for Lucifer, hovering in place. ]

Been thinkin’ of me while y’workin’?

You ask as though you don’t waltz in here from time to time at your peak bonobo hours. [He drawled, voice husky, but steady. As he took up bottle and drizzled to slick the strokes around them both. A fun way to prep up.]

[Apparently Diet hadn't believed him, but he better soon because he was chubbing as the weight was pressing in. It was a strangely?? Unilateral??? Ache?]

Maybe I am tired. [And maybe he'd given himself over to the idea of trying Diet out.] Doing work and not flouncing around in the woods.

Seem to be suffering me just fine.

[ Lazy smile down at him, holding the Fallen by his forearms, letting his thumbs drag over Lucifer's wrists. Putting most of his weight on him-- wouldn't be comfortable, but he was testing out the whole pain thing. ]

All tuckered out already?

ooc;

ok so if anyone is curious as to how this mess with lucifer started it was a crack discussion that got way out of hand so for context: here's some of the mini rp

(warning for nsfw topics, touching on abuse from the hands of people they've cared about and other things, also some naughty business.)

the real nitty gritty rp when it went full serious is:

here

(nsfw fun times here, also valentino shows up to be a dick but nothing happens except him getting his ass beat)

its not finished by any means and all that but u know, i think asche writes beautifully so i had to add what we have so far~ <3

@burningfeathersx

Isla Gilham