Heeee Lacked A Return Quip.

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[Pulled him in closer somehow.

Okay, you're here. Still.]

Don't do it again.

[Came rasping harshly out of him by Pride's ear in this little interlude. Lucifer was an infernal mess like the rest of them. Everything important always came out wrong. Like threats and violence.

He was always trying a little harder for the short list of people that got close enough to bother for.

P.S. he knew there was no promise to be made, it would likely happen again.]

[ He fucking knew - it was why he'd felt so compelled to apologize despite that being incredible out of character for him. It had been asking too much to have Lucifer regulate Pride's stupid starvation, pain, hunger spiral that he had full capacity to figure out himself - just hadn't wanted to.

Pride had discovered regret too. He was having it every stupid day for every stupid decision that he had a tendency to make. Mostly for making the people suffer who he didn't actually want to suffer. Wanted a LOT OF PEOPLE TO SUFFER, to be clear.

But not Lucifer.

Pride heard his quickened breaths and his movements paused for just a bit, something in his chest clawing at him. Guilt, regret, hurt, sorry. All in the back of his head as the hand still on Lucifer's leg went upwards further than its partner, pressing against his chest warmly - reassuringly.

Still here. Wanted to stay there. Wanted to be there.

Turned his head enough to kiss Lucifer again, though this one much less aggressive. More solid and slow. It's okay. Reassurances that he could give without saying them out loud. ]

i know a handful of people who see performing oral as a purely submissive act, and i just can’t bring myself to agree. it can be, of course—i have a healthy appreciate for putting a sweet thing’s pretty little mouth to better use. but god, i love the feeling of being down on my knees, watching your knees tremble and your legs buck as you try to stand tall. i love having you splayed flat out, the way your back arches and your voice shakes, as you try to get closer, closer, closer. you’re mine. mine to pleasure, if i so wish. there’s a certain kind of dominance in that.

one of my favorite things is something i heard a long time ago.

paper bondage.

its where you make cuffs out of strips of paper taped together and if the cuffs break, the scene is over. so your sub has to do everything in their power to keep their hands together and not to break the cuffs. so its completely mental bondage.

anyone wanna try it?

There was a particular kind of suffering when she did that roll. Hmn. Hand coming off her neck and settling onto her shoulder. Fuck. What was he saying?

Doing?

Something with her body, probably. He took to kissing the back of her neck. Then down along her spine. Forgetting he was supposed to be holding her down. Mumbling against skin. "Beautiful, bossy, Irene." Mused to himself more than anything. "Pretty in heels. Pretty in a throne."

Doesn't take much more than a sliding push of a hand to get her panties down around her thighs. And same hand up between them to stroke hot little center there. Forgot to take off his gloves. He'd remember eventually.

“Oh you’re so funny. Pouring my heart out and you’re making jo-AH!” Irene squeaks as he closes the distance, spinning her around and pushing her into the bed. In her surprise she had let go of his tie, hands now gripping the sheets as she arched her back to press her ass more against the grinding hard on. It wasn’t fair how much the little display of power and dominance turned her on.

She’d attempt to lift her head, just a little bit to give him a tiny bit of sass as she tilts it to the side so she can look up at him with a snarky grin until he followed up his love comment. Her cheeks turn bright red and she’d let her gaze fall.

“M-My love sounds wonderful..” She stammers before the rest of his words bring the fire back to her. She’d tilt her head up, smiling again and giving a long languid roll of her hips against him. Suffer. “I think I do quite like that…besides that what can I say? You know how needy I can get…Nothing that you can’t solve~”

"Good to know." About his differences in bodies. To be fair, he had his own little hangups to work through. Lover's hands always felt the same, though. She had nice ones, like all the rest. The heavy petting is nice. Pulls a few shivers of tension here and there that she seemed to soother over with kisses.

Hnk, he didn't mind the mark-bites. At all.

He glanced toward the lubricant and nodded. Coloring some at mention of 'big big'. Stones, what did a 'bit big' mean to Irene?

This body was not extremely flexible so what he had to do was stay on his knees as he scooted closer to nightstand to get bottle. Knew enough to warm lubricant between fingers before he was reaching back with it to get to himself.

Working finger and then fingers. Soft pants and a quiet, stilted groans, for his own work. Whisky warm stare quick to find Irene and watch--not with much comprehension, but watching. Other hand working over his cock in slow strokes.

Content to work himself open until she was ready.

Irene shivers when he kisses her neck, closing her eyes. She was so thankful he was patient with her when that confidence wavered. So used was she to men that couldn’t let go of control or wanted the persona she put on for business that it threw her for a loop when he just wanted…her. All of her. However she wanted to give it to him.

“Okay.” She whispers and smiles when he mentions getting on his knees. “Don’t worry, I remember that at least.”

She strokes his cheek as he sits back, leaning back herself with a smile as he undressed. “I like both your forms, I think I’m just more used to this one.” She tilts her head to the side, letting her hair fall over her shoulder before sitting up with his gentle prompting to touch his chest. Her hands immediately begin to explore, gently stroking and massaging the muscles as she begins to press slow kisses to the now bare skin.

“Mmm..Get yourself ready.” She whispers against his skin before biting into his pec. Gotta leave at least one mark before she could scoot away from him. “I have lube on the bed table. It’s a bit…big so make sure you’re really prepared.”

She runs her tongue along the mark she left, then scoots back to the other side of the bed where she had kept the toy hidden along with the bowl of hot water that she had put the cum lube in to warm. She’d hang off the side of the bed as she secured the dildo into the harness, humming as if she wasn’t just about to wreck his ass in a minute.

He was a man of boxer briefs. Goofy ones at that, usually. Dark blue with a repeating pattern of sharks. He wasn't personally a fan of sharks. He'd been trying to appeal to someone--and consistently interrupted. He hadn't changed them out yet. Didn't exactly plan out this situation, either. All that to say, the bite certainly made his arousal throb hard and weep more.

Choking on his own attempt to hold in a haggard shout of pain-pleasure-pain?pleasure? "Fuck!" Came out of him directly after.

No one fucking did that. Excluding Vox, very recently as a solution to a problem, and Stanley who did that shit for fun. No one just came up and hurt him for pleasure.

Intimately and keenly aware that Diet was holding back and a bit more pressure would break skin. Hell, if he tensed his thigh, he could make them break skin. If he jerked the leg, even. Any number of changes would get teeth in his leg. It's tempting.

He doesn't. That's not--he can't. Diet didn't agree to that. Couldn't put that on Dietrich anymore than anyone else around him. No matter how bad the worst parts of him wanted to fill the Stan shaped hole.

Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut instead. Focusing on the sensation in full, instead. It's still good. Still keeps him breathing hard and fisting his hands trapped under Dietrich's. Still thrums through his senses.

[ Let out a rumble of a laugh once more at the reaction, very satisfied with the torture he was indeed inflicting.

Belt would go, and trousers would get undone and unceremoniously shoved down past Lucifer's knees. Could smell that pre. He'd let a warm gust of breath go over that damp underwear and the concealed boner, getting his mouth open wide to give a bruising bite around Lucifer's left thigh.

Might have broken a little skin, but he was careful to avoid the big veins and arteries, letting his tongue drag and circle along the sensitive inner thigh area. Groaned. Could certainly bite a lot harder-- wouldn't even be difficult-- but he was doing juuuust enough to wreck him without actually wrecking him. ]

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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.]

Having a praise kink and a degradation kink is so much fun because you can say literally whatever you want to me and I'll cum about it. Call me a pretty boy with your fingers in my mouth? Im moaning and sucking even harder. Make me gag on your hand while you whisper what a pathetic filthy whore I am? I'm dripping and ready to get fucked Right Now

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Y’got me there. Can’t blame me, though, can you? Hard t’keep m’self away for long…

[ Groaned and thrust his hips, cock dragging along Lucifer’s, eyes slipping closed a moment. ]

Fuck, that feels nice. Love you.

What a sight. [He managed to rumble out, low and nearly quiet. Still in a slight mood of treating Rook like eye candy he hadn’t had in a while. Enjoying the sensory delights.

The profession of love, though, smacked him out of it some. In a good way. He let them both go in favor of drawing up thighs a little higher on his own waist and giving himself some guidance to get inside of the man under him. Comfortable with Rook’s limits to punctuate the thrust with a slap of skin. Chest imitating far away thunder as he did in moments like these.

Pleased with Rook. Pleased with himself. A good combination. A touch prideful.

Arms banded over crooked knees and settled hands on narrow hips. Keep Rook fixed in place as he started up a perfectly lewd and familiar rhythm. Enjoying, immediately, the way impact made parts of Rook bounce.]

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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.]