[That Earned A Slow Blink From The Fallen. Sorting The Request And The Implication. He Was Staying? Wanted

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

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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.]

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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.]

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."

He nearly didn't catch that her handed was headed places. Distracted.

Wasn't until she got hold of him through layers of fabric that he hissed in a surprised breath, fingers that had been circling her clit around pausing. He got hold of the offending wrist and guided it away to hold against the small of her back. He wasn't ready to be touched yet. His clear head was stored in the trapped dick at the moment.

"Don't worry. You'll have run of that in a moment." He promised, voice on the fat side with desire. Thick finger delved between folds and in deep. Second joining shortly after. Mindful, but wanting her to feel slightly overwhelmed. Always eager for sounds. Followed up his actions with nice wall stroking thrusts of those fingers. "I'll be all yours. Whatever you want, love." A more breathless assurance.

He just wanted a little something for him, first.

The kisses along her neck send shivers along the length of her body, a soft giggle bubbling from her lips as her back arches with the kisses along her spine. She hears the words whispered against her skin, closing her eyes. This is what she had been craving, his undivided honest attention. No feelings or thoughts stealing his mind away from her. Just…them. Together.

She basks in it like a cat in the warm sun, stretching her arms out and pressing her ass against his hand when his fingers capture her panties to slide them down. She was glistening already, aching to be touched and she’d give a happy mewl when he obliged.

“Ah…Lucifer..Mmm~” She lifts her head to look back towards him, biting her lip as she pushes against his fingers. The feeling of the soft leather on such sensitive skin felt so different, and it was making her quiver. She reaches an arm back, attempting to touch him. Stroke him. Reach any part of him she could. If she was able to reach that aching tent in his pants even better.

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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.]

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[ Rook knows Lucifer loves him like precious few others. He just wanted to hear it out loud every now and then. Rationed them out, like they were precious treasures, because they were. He’d let Lucifer take his time, keeping up little affectionate touches. Would lean forward enough and lift Lucifer up to bring their lips together, just a tad awkwardly with the angle. ]

Thank you. You do look extremely good on y’knees, when y’are there. Always make sure I appreciate the sight.

[ Hummed, tilting his head. ]

There might be a lot of hate in there, true, but there’s love too, as we both know. An’ other things besides those. Y’more than jus’ the hate, but it is part of you too. But I do also know y’pretty much the strongest bein’ I’ve encountered in terms of Who You Are, an’ you still Choose how t’act, even when y’seethin’ with rage an’ hate, an’ fuck do I admire that, even if I don’ always agree with the outcome.

[He’d teared up a little despite himself. Drops of water at eye corners while he’d been speaking. Couldn’t help that. It’s a vulnerable thing he does for Rook, baring out tenderness. Though it often felt like something of his shoulders afterward. He returned the kiss warmly and blinked his eyes clear.]

Heh. [Humored until the more serious bit. The bit that made him pull Rook down where he could hold him with his head on the man’s chest.] Fat good it does me. Or anyone else.

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Oh, I think it does everyone some good.

[ Rook could have stared at Lucifer’s eyes for hours if he could, they were beautiful, though the tears he wanted to help brush away. He’d wrap his arms around Lucifer, tight but not trapping, firm and protective and loving. ]

People, I think, do respect you. Know that y’Fair. An’ there’s a few people y’learned t’tolerate…

Y’softened up, just a little, an’ I don’ think it’s bad. Y’not the beast y’used t’be, anyway. I don’ think so, at least.

Existence isn’ exactly easy, but, well, at the very least, makes me love you even more. If there’s anythin’ else I can do, y’need only say the word an’ I’ll make it happen. Don’ even need a Deal for it, since I love you that much.

[ Trying to bring it back a little playful. Didn’t think Lucifer wanted to be universally beloved, given his broad disdain for humanity, but Rook would do just about anything to see Lucifer happy. ]

[Had anyone else said all of those things, he might’ve gotten angry. Or defensive. Or both angry and defensive. At the very least, told them they needed to shut up and they didn’t obviously understand a damned thing they thought they did.

But Rook did Know something and that made it hard to rally against. So he didn’t. Helped that the statements were true even if some of them bristled at his Working Ego.]

I know you would. You give me everything I want already. No Deals needed.

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[ Rook knows Lucifer loves him like precious few others. He just wanted to hear it out loud every now and then. Rationed them out, like they were precious treasures, because they were. He’d let Lucifer take his time, keeping up little affectionate touches. Would lean forward enough and lift Lucifer up to bring their lips together, just a tad awkwardly with the angle. ]

Thank you. You do look extremely good on y’knees, when y’are there. Always make sure I appreciate the sight.

[ Hummed, tilting his head. ]

There might be a lot of hate in there, true, but there’s love too, as we both know. An’ other things besides those. Y’more than jus’ the hate, but it is part of you too. But I do also know y’pretty much the strongest bein’ I’ve encountered in terms of Who You Are, an’ you still Choose how t’act, even when y’seethin’ with rage an’ hate, an’ fuck do I admire that, even if I don’ always agree with the outcome.

[He’d teared up a little despite himself. Drops of water at eye corners while he’d been speaking. Couldn’t help that. It’s a vulnerable thing he does for Rook, baring out tenderness. Though it often felt like something of his shoulders afterward. He returned the kiss warmly and blinked his eyes clear.]

Heh. [Humored until the more serious bit. The bit that made him pull Rook down where he could hold him with his head on the man’s chest.] Fat good it does me. Or anyone else.

That scar was sensitive to that kind of attention and it kept him enamored and shivering his way through the kiss.

Lids low when she agreed to his terms about kneeling. Sometimes it was a point of contention. Warmed his chest.

Then she had him by his dick and all that heat was southerly. Stole some air out of him and brough his head low to have bridge of his still crooked nose against her shoulder. At least now she'd know he had a real beer can situation there. More width than length.

Almost didn't fully hear her beyond some key words like 'fuck me' and 'window'. Took an extra beat and a second of her hand not being at the tip of him for him to register 'heaven' and the rest.

Hoboy.

He didn't move fast like he had when he's grabbed her neck. He was diligent and slow about closing hands around her wrists and bringing them behind her to hold at the small of her back. "Irene, I'm going to need you to let up on the dogma. Being the devil doesn't mean I've got a themed kink about it all. Quite the opposite, if I'm honest."

He peppered a kiss to the corner of her mouth so she didn't get the wrong idea. In case the still stiff part of him against her stomach wasn't clear enough.

He took a look toward the window and back at her. "You're cute enough all on your own to press and fuck into windows." He added on a lighter note. "But only if that's what you actually want...and it's not you trying to impress me with overblown antics. I'd just as happily lay down and let you treat me like a bull ride. No kinking required."

Irene rewards his kiss with another moan, relaxing her body so she settled more into his hand as she attempted to turn somewhat to be more face to face with him. Another nibble on his scar and a flick of her tongue across his lips as he’d find himself successful in releasing her hair. It tumbled down into his hand and down her shoulders, long enough that it brushed against her nipples.

She’d peek up at him now, brow quirked with an amused smile. Any thought she had of leaving the office without her workers knowing what happened behind closed doors was thoroughly destroyed now. Not that she minded. Let them know he had claimed her. Let them know that she was happ-

No. She wasn’t going to say that. Not yet.

“I wouldn’t dream of asking you on your knees.” She whispers, hand closing around the heated length between them. After all the attention he had just shown her, it was her turn to spoil him just a bit. Her hand stroked him gently, teasingly. “That’s for men I don’t care for…for you…for you I want you to do something no man has ever done. I want you to fuck me against the windows so Heaven and Earth can watch me scream for you.”

[Didn't fault him a fumble. Lucifer's style of dress had SO many buttons and the layers were not a small feat. Even when he did it himself. Out of clothing, he was much more bold about sitting sideways next to Rook and leaning down to catch up more of the treats on the other man's chest.

He didn't bother to be snarky. He was busy.

Lucifer did have a thing about using his mouth and being mouthy was a favorite activity of his. He would wander with warm nibbles and licks and sucks until it was clear and his teeth could give a hickey to collarbone. Hello, you're tasty, I love you.]

'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... ]

[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.]