Lucifer Out Of Host Is A LITTLE Insecure About His Dick Size

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."

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[Gave a matching hitched exhale when pulled away from. Already flushing a good bit from the kisses on the back of his neck, he didn't get any lighter--there's a bit of a leaking happening without Pride still in him. Someone could kill the Fallen with the knowing of what that did to Lucifer's mental space to feel.

He didn't have time to worry about that as he was turned and kissed. Bracing his own backside to the desk edge just so he could keep his feet while Duncan's knees refused to lock up.

Certainly got fingers into Pride's shirt to keep him dragged in close to his front. Exchanging kisses like one might barter for air.

That's all it took for the Rook tenderized idiot. Hot and cold. Hard and soft. Pain and pleasure. Well plied and intentionally given. All the fight had gone out of him. He just wanted Pride right where he was. Taking him right out of his own hands and gripped in the Sin's.]

[ Lucifer could not have been any more wanted in that moment than Pride wanted him. Rivaled how he felt so long ago. Pressed a few warm, amorous kisses to the back of his neck before he took a few seconds to slowly decouple them. Hissing between his teeth a little with some of the sensitivity of the act.

Got a hand up to turn Lucifer around so he could fawn over him a little. Kiss him with a kind of fucked up passion that he'd deny later too.

Couldn't help it. Couldn't fucking help it, he didn't deserve the Fallen and yet he was here and he was real and he was everything, at least for this small moment between them. ]

“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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True. I do find those very flatterin’ t’the ego. An’ they make me want to spoil you more. Use all that leeway.

[ Chuckled when he reached down and felt the chub there. Nice. ]

You did offer me a more direct taste earlier, as I recall…

[ Grinned. They could go back to heavier matters later. For now he wanted to make them both feel good. ]

[Exhaled a light grunt when Rook’s hand found that to feel up.] I did. 

[Lucifer shook his head once in amusement. He sat up and did away with shirt and his pants to deal with later. Took another moment to get Rook’s pants off in a smooth pull and toss. Not really sure why they were dressed, anyway, at all.

Admired Rook laid out under him, naked, before he sat himself down with a prop of pillows behind him. A comfortable recline. He picked up Rook’s hand and kissed the back of it before gently tugging him to join him. Wanted him in his lap at least for a few seconds. Where he could enjoy giving him a couple of passionate kisses and run hands over him. Getting some of his loving bug out of his system before Rook got his ‘taste’.] 

Alright, now you may. [He told him, reluctantly taking hands off him and smirking as he did.] Had to spend a couple of affection points before you went for my cock directly...

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[ Rook pushed past those lines in the sand Lucifer drew around himself, thought it was good for him, to have someone he allowed to get in close past the armour and weapons and violence. He liked being the one to get to See and Know those things, and he didn’t want them to go to waste. ]

Y’make me want t’spoil you, what can I say? I basically pop a boner whenever you smile, these days.

[ Kissed him again, slower this time, more lingering, with a hand splayed over Lucifer’s heart. ]

Bein’ a free whatever-the-fuck I am does have its perks.

Say that like I don’t suffer a similar affliction of the love-chubs. [He drawled before he was kissed and, sure enough, he did have that when it parted. Breathing more shallow and warm. Heart steady in Duncan’s chest, but faster.]

Certainly gives you a lot of leeway in matters like mine. [Pupils had blown now that more of his focus was on the way Rook made him feel rather than heavy matters like whether he was a scar on the world or not.]

fucking someone to the point they go from talking back and being bratty to being a nonverbal whimpering mess is a need