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[Having his suits shredded every so often wasn't the worst thing. Erotic, even.

But there was a little more to someone taking the time to mind his clothing, too. His shirts were at least more replaceable than the coats and pants--and ties. Many of his ties were sentimental gifts. People liked to buy him ties. And the bits and bobs like tie pins and cuff links. He appreciated, to some extent, the differential care.

His a little busy worrying, stupidly, about the form change. That is more than a four inch differential, now. Think he'd be over that shit by now--being smaller while in Duncan. He wasn't.

Stones, when did he get full on hard? Somewhere in the middle of everything Diet was doing. He'd gone momentarily deaf, too, apparently. Skin from his throat to his chest plenty flushed--an obvious thing given Duncan's complexion.

Head dropped back against table when his body tried to full on betray him with an arch toward tongue one one roved over a pearled up nipple. He's calm! He's real chill! He's not breathing a little harder through his nose or anything.]

[ He didn't need to. Dietrich could feel and see it, and it set his own senses alight. Like getting the scent of a rabbit on the wind and then hearing its rapid heartbeat like a dinner bell. ]

Micromanaging boss, hm? Checks out.

[ Gonna shift so he can get both of Lucifer's wrists in one hand, felt a few seams pop but whatever. They could be sewed up or replaced. Freed hand was going to go down and ever-so-delicately pluck open Lucifer's jacket buttons. He'd gotten in trouble for ruining the last one, and tempting as it was to properly shred this one, he'd be nice. Tie could stay, that could be useful. But he'd get his teeth on the shirt he was wearing and give Lucifer a wicked little grin and then tear it open, savouring the little pings of buttons coming off. More skin for him to get his (bigger, wetter) tongue on. ]

[Lucifer's face heated up on him and he didn't want to talk about that. Swallowing hard once the tongue was on his throat.]

You think damned souls manage themselves? I'm the only thing between you and Asmodeus trying to smash planes together, for one thing. [Calling his work useless. Fuck you, sir.]

And what use has that been, hm? So much wasted energy and now pinned down here under big, bad werewolf...

[ Leaned down and was going to be an ass and shove his face against Lucifer's throat, let his human teeth scrape over it, catching against Adam's apple before following with a wet lap of his tongue. ]

Tasty little treat...

[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?

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~”

Sound was still a hair trigger. Pride was playing just fine into that as much as the touches and words.

The chuckle made his skin feel too hot even before the intense commands and singular secretive moan. "Hahn, fuck--" A hoarse cuss and groan. Giving in to the instinct to buck hips between the cock gradually hollowing him out and the tight encirclement of his own leather clad grip. Shit. Fuck.

He lost track of his restraint. And his inhibition in those final moments. Unabashedly loud. Near incoherent. An almost Note slipping out of a final husked cry as he pushed back and came hard enough to paint some of his release onto wall in front of him. Body tighter around Pride.

v

The sound of his Name, as always, drove him a little fucking crazy. Always sounded so perfect coming from Lucifer, though he would never admit it aloud. But he craved it, hands tightening further on that throat as his hips drove into Lucifer hard and with abandon.

Did notice the other’s efforts to bring himself to the finish line though. Couldn’t keep in a breathless chuckle that slipped from his mouth and into Lucifer’s ear.

“Come undone for me,” he hissed out between exhales and barely choked back moans of his own, able to keep all but one from slipping out against Lucifer’s shoulder. Had to take in another breath before practically growling. “I want to hear you louder.”

"It is a BIT of a sausage fest around these parts. Makes 'shebang' a bit of a misnomer." Yell at Rook about him being humorous in these intimate moments. He'd started to coast, while she was talking and giving him kisses, some fingers under the waist band of her panties with intent.

Interrupted sharply by the tug on his tie. The tent in under his fly is a bit painful by the time he's stumbling along after her. And not much because of all the talk of pseudo-cocks and creampies. That just made his skin prickle with a touch of embarrassment to have his kinks pointed out. Was he that obvious?

You know what?

He picked up some pep to his step and closed the gap between her, him, and the bed in fell swoop that ended with her pressed faced down over the edge of the bed. Where he (gently) held her down by the back of her neck. Fitting trapped erection against her ass for a not so subtle grind.

"I don't do mommy or daddy things. And I'm the king around here." He took a moment to rumble right up against the shell of her ear. Other hand making short work of her bra clasps with an over familiar with pinch to release it. Hooked finger under a strap to ease it over one of her shoulders while he was speaking. "But you can be My Love. My feisty 'Rene eager to talk a big game so it sounds a little less like begging me to fuck you blind. If you like." Little bit cocky.

That's how it went with Lucifer most of the time. Either bulldoze him or get bulldozed instead.

The feeling of his gloves on her waist bring goosebumps to her skin, a shiver running up his spine as she leans a bit to give him a touch more friction against her hip.

She presses kisses along his jaw, closing her eyes as she showers him in her love. “Mmm..you say that…but..as far as I can tell, I’m the only girl in the whole shebang.” She whispers. Might as well get it out in the open. “I…I don’t want you not be happy when you’re with me because I can’t provide the same services.”

Irene runs her hand along his shoulder, burying her face into his neck and kissing there as well. She lets her teeth graze the skin, teasing him.

“So…I thought we could try it. I’ve never done it before and the one I got is special. It comes with like thick lube done up like cum and a tube through the whole thing so I can creampie you. I’ll fill you up and you can fill me up~” She kisses his neck again, now stepping back towards the bed and using his tie to bring him with her. “How do you feel about dirty talk like calling me mommy..? You can also call me something like your majesty or my queen if that’s more comfortable for you. Just something else I was thinking about. We don’t have to either if you don’t like it.”

"Stars, Pride--fuck!" He was certainly having a hard time keeping his knees under himself even with the help of the wall and now the hand grasping at his throat.

Despite not being remotely chocked out, his noises started coming out hoarse and strangled. Trusted him in the moment and it had to count. Proper moans and near shouts. Blindly, hand on Pride's hip before went down between his own thighs to grasp himself and stroke, desperate with the heat pooling and coiling in his belly.

Heeee lacked a return quip.

All he had was 'yes', and that sounded a little to eager for his sense of pride.

As it was he was struggling not to he noisy. He was getting spoiled on being treated this way. "Hngk! F-fuck!" A harsh gasp still came out of him at first. That's not a lot of prep work.

Not that the bit of lacing pain-pleasure heat did anything at all to inhabit a damn thing about his enjoyment. Just coiled around his nervous system right along side the nails along his front that made him do a very sensual arch of his back. Body trying to meet two things at once between nails and the cock taking his voice away from him--quick and unforgiving.

He slapped palm to wall for the balance and leverage to steady himself enough for pressing back into sequential thrusts. Other hand was back and gripping at Pride's hip. He's a mess, breathing in hard, hot, huffs that intermingle with heady groans and stilted gasps.

Couldn't call him 'blindsided', but Pride sure decided to steamroll him.

Always took a moment for him to process things on the other side of teleportations and portals.

When he did catch up, he was a little dumb struck. That sure is Irene in a sweet little number. Mostly sweet because it's Irene.

Then she's in his space. Up against him, warm and--Look, okay, he loved her. Hit him like a brick in the face for a second. Hands up to hold onto her waist, soft leather on exposed skin. Lost a quip to that kiss that came with a soft exhale against her lips when it parted.

Set him back a couple seconds on cognition again. Insecure?

"'Rene, you've got nothin' to worry about." It's a weak, but honest assurance. He was already a bit chubbed up against her hip before she even got to other talking points.

Like pegging. Which brought some heat forward into his face. Though some of her wording had him concerned in a different way.

"You don't have to do that--unless you find enjoyment." He brushed some of her hair behind her ear and otherwise trailed some of it between fingers.

"I'm a very guilty service switch." Used to be most a service-top. But...well, things seemed to have changed. More an even flip while wearing Duncan, at least. "I want to be what makes you feel good."

Lucifer would be treated to a rather exquisite sight when he appeared, Irene bent over the edge of the bed with her phone still in her hands. She’d be undressed, wearing only a black and crimson matching lace bra and panty. When she hears his voice she straightens up some, tossing her loose hair over her shoulder as she gives him a sparkling smile.

“Aha~ I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away~” She coos, straightening up fully and walking to him to slide her arms around his neck. She leans up to kiss him, slow and purposeful as one hand slides down to twist itself in his tie.

“I…was feeling a little…feeling insecure you could say, so I figured what better way to solve that then to do a nice sex about it?” She whispers against his lips. “I uh…bought an attachment for myself to help pleasure you since I don’t have..well since I don’t have a dick.”

She kisses him again, smiling against his lips. “I wanna be able to give you everything you could ever want…so..how about it?”

Heeee lacked a return quip.

All he had was 'yes', and that sounded a little to eager for his sense of pride.

As it was he was struggling not to he noisy. He was getting spoiled on being treated this way. "Hngk! F-fuck!" A harsh gasp still came out of him at first. That's not a lot of prep work.

Not that the bit of lacing pain-pleasure heat did anything at all to inhabit a damn thing about his enjoyment. Just coiled around his nervous system right along side the nails along his front that made him do a very sensual arch of his back. Body trying to meet two things at once between nails and the cock taking his voice away from him--quick and unforgiving.

He slapped palm to wall for the balance and leverage to steady himself enough for pressing back into sequential thrusts. Other hand was back and gripping at Pride's hip. He's a mess, breathing in hard, hot, huffs that intermingle with heady groans and stilted gasps.

Couldn't call him 'blindsided', but Pride sure decided to steamroll him.

v

Lucifer’s comment could only pull a fucking stupid, overheated and enamored laugh out of Pride, pressing his own forehead to the back of Lucifer’s neck.

“I know. Isn’t it better?” He rumbled in pleasant amusement before he was tugging and pulling until they were both free from the confines of those restraining pants. Where Pride could BE NICE, for once, and make short work of manifesting some lubricant that he could stroke onto himself a few brief moments.

Not so nice that he wasn’t going to be rather unceremonious about pressing deep and burying himself to the hilt as he got an arm under Lucifer’s so he could pull him flush and against himself by the chest. More touching and feeling and scraping with blunt nails over pectorals and nipples and down to his belly. Appreciating and getting his fill of sensory bliss while his hips began to move with rhythm, and not a steady or slow one either.

I just want to be pinned down and stretched out by a big cock forcing its way in my wet hole, getting fucked untill i can only moan and wimper while getting praised for taking it so well.

He got very narrow in his awareness and perception in a HURRY. Stance loosing some stability and traction in the effort to chase hips into hand. Bit overeager in his own right. Skin plenty flushed from sudden stroke and squeeze. Bit of pearled pre gathering under teasing thumb. "F--fu--"

He didn't get to finish that sentiment when Pride gave him a spin and another firm shove. At least the cool surface of the wall felt nice on overheated cheek and mildly welted up chest.

Sharp contrast to the hot breath presently against the back of his neck. And the body pressed into his. He aught to feel something other than satisfaction to have Pride dry grinding into his ass, but--

Sometimes it's just gratifying be badly wanted.

"This isn't--" A rough, shaky, breath as he turned forehead to wall. "--what i meant by paying--paying dues." It'd hard to concentrate when he could imagine hardness currently mocking the act being inside him instead.

He would put up with that groping and grinding for only so long. Until he could unbutton shirt buttons to get hands and nails along Lucifer's chest to touch and feel and scrape. Then wandering hands down to his belt to undo. Until he could reach into pants and wrap fingers tantalizingly around that erection so he could stroke and squeeze, thumb coasting over the tip with purpose.

Just in case he wasn't worked up enough.

But wouldn't linger too long. Would eventually get Lucifer by the hips to tug him away enough to turn him around and press him flush against that wall. Urgent and feverish in his movements to the point of impatience, for just a few brief moments when he pressed hips in a grind to Lucifer before he could even get himself undressed properly to do the damn thing.

EMBARASSING, HONESTLY. But he was a bit ravenous, at the moment. Too much to care.

At this point he was pretty used to his suits getting FUCKED. But if he ties survived, he ate the consequences really.

He heard that non-verbal desperation loud and clear. Frankly he was echoing it with a very slight variation of 'fuckmesobad'. Couple of messy infernals, always.

Hands found their way back to butt, but got under clothing that time. Urging Pride to rub into his thigh because it made it that much easier to do the same into Pride's. With the added bonus of something soft to palm and grope.

Always had a fucking mood when thinking too hard about Lucifer, really. Fucking stupid Fallen had a part of his brain constantly in a chokehold. Only got to act on it so often that when he could, it came out in some level of pent up positive aggression. Not caring enough to keep any real barriers up for the sake of ego when he was having nails against his back like that. Swore under his breath and pressed his hips in a steady grind up against Lucifer's leg with eager want.

Obsessed with all of the sensory inputs he was getting just then. Made a point of non-verbal 'wantyousofuckingbad' by kissing him hard and fast. Hands up and reaching for that dumb tie of his to undo it. Still not breaking his own rule of keeping himself from doing any damage to Lucifer's clothing.

Always wanted consideration for his own when he could get it, so made sure he paid that forward in kind.

His back impacting the wall certainly earned a grunt of lost air. Not that he had a hard time sucking more air in with a hiss to the teeth in his skin. Pride was certainly having a mood.

Not that he had room to complain. Their frequent hit and misses kept him high key all on his own.

His own hands were more direct. Tugging at shirt on Pride to untuck it. To get to skin and drag nails along lower back.

The resulting friction was enough to make sure that he was well on his way to being just as aroused, though he was not at all satisfied with just doing this here without something to press up against. Ended up using his grasp on Lucifer to give him a bit of a fervent shove back into the nearest wall. Gave him a bit of leverage that way.

Hands drifting then. Sides and hips, pressing wandering fingertips. Getting lips and teeth at the flesh just beneath Lucifer's ear. Wanted to hear those breaths. Were just the right encouragement to keep going.

Hh. Fuck. Okay.

Just ended up catching up Pride's bottom with both his hands and dragging their hips in close together. Such a way as he ended up pressing semi-erection to one of Pride's thighs and Pride would ended up similarly.

Head held in place and pulse hammering away under the kisses on his neck. Breaths more than a little unsteady.

Pride had not a single fucking complaint at the hint of response to his movements. Not quite as fluid, but definitely fucking tenderized lately. Between his realization that he was grieving beings that he did not think he would ever grieve, to the sudden one-eighty that was falling in with the weird half-fae musician, to almost fucking dying too many times lately, he did not have quite as much desire to be playfully aggressive beyond the surface-level.

Ended up keeping one arm around Lucifer while the other coasted up and into his hair. Finding purchase there while he diverted his mouth to steady, maybe slightly greedy kisses along his jaw and down to his neck. Clinging, a bit. Always hungry for him whenever he could find the time and place where he was allowed to be. Where no one saw.

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.

Man, she liked to make him laugh and he did again when she was trying to announce her orgasm. Like he was going to stop??? Haha!

Cute.

"I've got you." A sultry purr against the shell of one of her ears. She was worried about the wrong thing. All she needed to fuss about was having a little death. He'd handle the rest. And he did.

The whimpers had him cued in. "That's it, 'Rene."

Sure enough, there she goes! Humorous thought aside, he hit his own limit nearly immediately. Sopping, hot, and rhythmically clenching is a hard invitation to dodge. "Hah--Hahfuck!"

Still hits him like a mac truck. He should of asked some key questions, but it's too late now. He added to that wet mess to make it sticky within a few hard bucks that fill and overfill. Empties him out and leaves him face down in desk desk to her head, huffing hard to catch his breath. Grip on her wrists loose and no longer pressing her down into the wood so much as laying against her there while his brain cells tried to find land in a wash of feel-good chemicals.

“Eek!”

Irene’s sudden cry of surprise rings forth, arms clutching onto him in a momentary panic of falling over before her back hits the desk. Then she was folded in half, hands trapped above her. She arches, that first well aimed thrust stealing her voice as her eyes roll up but her silence didn’t last for long.

She writhes underneath him, cries echoing in the office and undoubtedly interrupting any conversation that her workers might have had outside. She was going to have nothing on her desk, the pens he had carefully placed back into their cup being flung to the floor along side all the papers.

“F-Fuck Lucifer! You’re gonna! You’re gonna make me cum!”

Her body tensed, air catching in her lungs as her toes curled in the air. She could only manage soft whimpers at this point, mind going blank except for the overwhelming pleasure that built in her belly before it snapped. She’d jerk with an almost scream, body arching and legs quaking as her walls spasmed around his length. There was another gush of slick, dripping off the desk as her body did its instinctual best to milk him for everything he was worth.

Took him a few letters to realize what she was doing. His brain was Top Notch Smart right now.

When he did, he is so sorry Irene, you are just the silliest. He chuckled a good bit The trick was cute. He'll give her that.

He also noticed very quickly she'd lost some strength. She didn't look bad. She looked the opposite of that and, frankly, she hadn't made herself cum yet despite being very certain by the sudden clenching she'd found her own bundle of sensitive nerves.

Well, his turn. Being ground into was a big hint on that. He did give her some seconds to think she'd totally fooled him.

Then picked her up and laid her onto desk under him. Where he could do a couple things with her. First, catch her knees bent up under his knees and catch them high enough to open her up in full while in a fold her like an omelet move. Do the same with her arms, after a fashion, by catching them under his hands up above her head. And properly put his back into her pleasure.

And Duncan had a robust back. Not worried about the number of things being rattled off the desk and making his mouth SUPER unavailable for the first time since the start of all this by keeping it busy on her collarbone and throat. Dragging teeth here and there. Leaving a good fat hickey low on her her clavicle to remember him by~

And he did absolutely know exactly the upward angle to kiss and batter that spot she'd been toying with her on own not a minute before. Knew how to make sure she got more than a bump and got good stroking grind too. Force of his thrust made sure she got her clit firmly bumped by his pelvis, too.

Don't worry, he's got it covered. He's got her covered. He's got her.

At this point it wasn’t necessary going numb so much as it was becoming tired. Her legs still felt somewhat weak from her earlier organism and they trembled with every slap of her hips against his. Although the fact that he was certainly the largest she ever had didn’t help much in that matter.

Might as well show him something special while she was at it, allowing him a break from the kisses long enough to give him a smug smile before she adjusted her position slightly. Then, foot pressing into the chair, she’d begin to write his name with the movements of her hips.

L-U-C-I-F-E-R then punctuated with another hard landing that caused her body to jiggle.

Fuck, come on legs. Don’t make her look bad in front of the devil. She’d settle into a rocking motion, lowering her grip to his shoulders to lean back for a visual, hoping to distract from the shaking of her legs. The fact this angle made it so he was hitting that special spot of warmth and sending bolts of pleasure through her also helped.

Goddamn tease. He comforted himself with getting hands more back where he could enjoy the dual handfuls of her bottom. Good place for better support in future activities anyway.

He was wise enough to tighten his hold on her when she tried to do a quick drop onto him wholesale. Slowed her down the little bit to not make that an entirely painful experience. Knew it was a bit unavoidable. At least at first.

Intense for him too. Gets a sharp inhale and gritted teeth as he leaned back and got used to the fit himself. Certain a thrill to clutched good and deep during that few moments, though. Proud of her for it, almost. Pretty, stubborn, thing she was. Palms came off her only to settle onto the stops of her thighs. Petting and pressing down to keep her from moving too soon. Didn't let up on that until he felt her body relax around him.

All nice and subtle ways to control her pleasure to make sure it stayed pleasure. She might not even notice it, really.

He certainly didn't keep it up once she was bouncing herself along. Swallowing back a good girl for the sake of his tongue. One of those things he'd have to save up on. Her teeth were too close and she was too raw. He'd been pushing a bit hard at her emotions today.

The last of his 'help' was bouncing his knee under her to help her get her upward momentum before she came right back down. Had a good benefit for him, too. Put some extra oomph behind the way the impact made her softer parts bounce. Not just her chest, but her other supple places like inner thighs and bit of tummy and such. He as a sucker for some things.

Even if he was only getting a good look between her insistent kisses. He hardly minded as it meant he was also getting primo sounds direct to lips. Probably did more damage to him than the slick heat of her continuously swallowing him up. Though both sensations met in his lower belly and swirled in a patch of metaphorical sparks there. Skin flushed and soon settling arms around her in a comforting hold so she'd find herself caught against him as she rode him.

His pants and groans were more sparing and quiet. More interested in hearing hers. They were plenty engrossed when he did make them, however.

He'd let her have her fill of being The Boss. Curious to see if she'd go numb like she thought she would. Stars help her if she did. He intended to make due on her wants.

The added guidance of his hands would draw shuddering gasps from Irene, hands moving to tangle in his hair. She began to get cheeky herself, angling her hips so with each slide there was a moment where his tip dipped just a bit before sliding free once again.

His fault for letting her top.

Although she wasn’t able to keep it up forever and when she thought she had driven him to the edge of his patience, she’d pull him close and kiss him deeply as she finally arched so he slipped inside her. A groan escaped against his lips, an expression of discomfort coming across her for the briefest moment at just how much he stretched her before she settled with him fully inside her.

She takes a moment to adjust, securing her grip on him before lifting her hips and letting them fall again. Her voice comes easily again against his lips, hands clutching him for dear life as she rocked and rolled her hips on top of him.

“Oh fuck~ Lucifer~!”

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.”

He was patient with her. Despite her attempt to make him impatient with her squirming.

"Well, there aren't many places to roll you over without a bed." He did tease to take the edge of her nerves, he hoped. Picking her up was an effortless venture. Letting go of wrists to pick her under her butt and encourage her legs to wrap around his hips as he did. "But I will work it out, not to worry." He added in a gruff mutter.

He took her along with him to the other side of this desk here. There's a nice chair there for him to sit in with her ensconced in lap. (And he can certainty, from there, put his back to work with her on the desk if she does indeed go numbs as she fears at some point. So thoughtful.)

Once there he'd take a moment to stroke her cheek and tell her something else that's important to her earlier confessions, "It's all meat to me. I'm not in it for the thrill or the novelty. Not even for the sex appeal. I'm am, indeed, the Devil. Not some pornography obsessed man that's been picturing you bent over going 'oh' in the most bored monotone for fifteen minutes while visually zoomed in on your cunt." He was laughing at the farcical idea of it before he even finished the sentence.

He cupped her jaw to pull her back in where he could press a millionth kiss like it was the second or third one. "I'm here because you keep getting a giddy smile when I kiss you--and you broke my fucking nose." And the two here not mutually exclusive to his stupid emotional libido.

Oh it was cute how he throbbed in her hand. She started to feel a bit full of herself, smile coming to her lips as a bit of her ego began to trickle in until she felt his hands on her wrists bringing them to her back. Oh my, this was starting to get exciting.

That was until he spoke.

Her smile immediately faded, shame filling her face at being reprimanded even as gently as he did so though she’d lean into his kisses. Then a moment of pause as shame melted into fluster at the further call out about trying to impress him.

“Well…I…I just…” She stammers and squeezes her eyes shut before looking up at him. She looked surprisingly vulnerable, blue eyes shimmering as she failed at squashing this latest pang in her chest.

“I don’t want you to think I’m boring.” The truth escapes her lips before she can stop it, cheeks reddening. “You are the devil after all. You could have anyone and…” She rolls her stomach in an attempt to rub against his cock. “I don’t want you to regret this.”

She takes a deep breath. “What I want..I…I want to sit on your lap and ride you until my legs go numb, then I want you to roll over and keep fucking me anyways. N-not the most exciting thing is it? Heh..” She presses her face into his neck, flustered all over again as she decides to just bite his shoulder. Perfect save.

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.”

If his thigh was, he wasn't the least bit worried about it.

"You don't have to beg, Irene. Not this time." An honest rumble of a statement near her ear. Recently 'cleaned' hand already cupping a lower cheek and squeezing to keep her close. He'd known from the first stammer and hesitant attempt to back out of a heart felt statement that she wasn't primed to have her ego played with.

Couldn't earn her trust if he broke her to her knees and started treating her like a toy. Gotta save that up for when she knew she wasn't just a warm body to rut into. That takes some showing and doing, not just some promising. Knew that from rote in experience of his own.

The look she'd given him had also sealed that envelope on the matter of how he was going to behave.

Abdomen did flutter under her hand as it was skimming downward. Couldn't avoid that or the hopeful way his arousal perked between them. Much as he was minding her more than himself, he wasn't running anywhere near cold-blooded.

While the hand on her ass was enjoying it's place, the other was teasing a touch through her hair. He's undoing whatever updo is going on. For kicks. Nothing wrong with mussing up a well made look. She got her kiss and another before he was speaking warm and confident again,

"What do you want, hm? Only thing I don't do is get on my knees." But there were ways to improvise if she had certain things she was wanting. He knew his way around his own restriction. "Just ask." She really didn't have to beg today.

There’d be resistance to him pulling his fingers out, her thighs attempting to keep his hand trapped but she was too weak at the moment to truly stop him. A whine escapes her when he breaks the kiss, lips pursing into a pout. She’d get flustered all over again however watching him lick his fingers, a pang shooting through her belly and blood rushing to her cheeks.

God, why did you make the devil so hot? And why did you make her heart so easy?

“S-Shuddup!” Irene’s protest is as weak as her hand giving his chest a half hearted whap before she tilts her face away as if she’d be able to hide it in this position. “I…I don’t..usually…”

She turns her face back to him, attempting to regain what composure she could while leaning naked and dripping against his body. She was certain his thigh must have been soaked by now. There was another pang now, this one in her chest that reflected in her eyes as she looks up at him. She parts her lips to speak, but decides instead to try for more kisses.

“W-we’re not done yet…I…I have more hollering I want to do..” Soft kisses along his jaw, a hand sliding along his stomach. “I’ll beg..just this once…touch me more please~”

Though he narrowed a glare at her about mentions of 'god', fuck the shit out of that guy he's the one right here--she made up for that in the follow up of noises and use of his name.

The gush of slick wasn't so bad either.

He was sure to catch her up in arm before she got to falling away from him or anything too worrisome. He kept the fingers inside until her insides gave a final squeeze. He knew what it was like to be clenching nothing through an orgasm. Not fun unless it was fun. Context.

"Heh, you always holler like that?" He was going to ask against the nipple on his lip that came after her kiss. Easing fingers out of her and breaking the smooches to smugly as possible lick his fingers. He learned that from someone else. A 'bad' habit. "It's adorable."

He liked what he liked.

Never had she ever thought a man’s hands to be so skillful. Certainly she had relations in the past where they had succeeded in orgasm, but none could compare to this. Her body twitched and rolled in time to the circling of her button, seeming sensitive to every movement of his hand. Toes curled in heels that somehow still managed to remain on as she pressed herself more into his hand. She was so lost in his movements that any thought of silence had long been abandoned, giving him a banquet of moans and whimpers to swallow as she leaned into his grasp.

The first of what she was certain would be many peaks came almost too quickly, Irene whimpering a course of “Yes yes oh my god yes!” Against his lips as his fingers delved into her and rubbed the aching flesh within. Her body squirmed in his arms as if attempting to escape the impending flood but there would be no escaping as he adds a second finger.

A cry, deep and guttural erupted against his lips as her body jerked and shuddered, his hand becoming soaked. She nearly doubled over with force of it, choking on her breath as her nails now dig deep enough to draw blood before a shaky whisper manages to break though her silence.

“F-fuck…Luc..Lucifer…”

Her legs quake beneath her and if not for his current grip inside her still spasming warmth, she might have fallen to her knees right there. She presses another passionate kiss to his lips, finally taking this moment to nibble on the lip scar that had started this entire ordeal.

There you go, relaxing is good. Very important. Heated and eager is good and cute, but--Irene easing into the moment was much more suitable.

His general quiet shouldn't be taken for disinterest. Lucifer is enamored and that gave him an intense kind of focus that had a bad habit of way-laying his own needs. For all the well-defined attention he was giving, he was being pliant and attentive. If she was going to tug on his hair and demand a kiss, she was going to get one. Though he was helpful by helping her head turn at a comfortable enough angle by releasing chest and cupping her jaw and chin with fingers. Taking the strain of the effort from her.

He's tucking kisses into the folder of things Irene really gets bothered for. It's a cute thing to keep in mind. Cute often being a code word for a number of things that made his chest flutter with his unique scramble of this is hot to him and also makes Lucifer feel affectionate for a person. She'll get used to it.

Other busy-body hand found the button, as it were, to tease in strokes and circles. Bit of quick and slow. Alternating to find what she responded to most and best. (He's a learning computer, ha!) He was a fiend for Sounds. Quiet, loud, stammered, whispered, reserved, panted--didn't matter. Give him some. He'd eat them up. Literal at the moment given he had her lips occupied and was getting incredibly suggestive with it.

Wasn't too long, either way, that he was delving in fingers and fitting heel of his palm up to that perky spot he'd just been getting to know. He had these parts sometimes. He knew what to do. He also knew he could be ruthless. She had the possibly unfortunate advantage of peaking out a number of more times than he did right now. Boy, was he going to exploit that terribly. And not just because his cock gave a sympathetic twitch as a second digit joined the first to work and stroke into delightfully warm, slick, insides. Palm grinding in a matching rock on the outside.

Also because he owed her some wrecking for his fucking sunglasses (and his nose to a lesser extent).

One moment she was working to free the beast, the next she knew the world had spun on its axis, her back now pressed into his chest. She felt his hands on her pants and she’s quick to unbutton them to make it easier to pull them to her knees. She uses this moment to grind her ass against him with a cheeky smile, one arm hooking around his shoulder to help her stay pressed against him while his hands wandered her body. She kicked with a foot, forcing her pants down the rest of the way.

Her smile fades quickly, melting into a sweet inhaled moan as his hands found their targets. She can’t help the instinctive twitch, biting her lip to help muffle her moans at his gentle stroking as her hands grasped his arms. As his fingers probed deeper, her thighs would first press together. Every catch of his callused fingers would almost shock her body with a lightning bolt of pleasure, making her hips twitch and rub her ass against him. He’d find his fingers quickly and thoroughly slickened as her thighs part, almost as if begging for more.

She tilts her head, giving him free rein of her neck and shoulder, forcing herself to let go of the arm clutching her breast and sliding her fingers through his hair. Using this new grip on his head, she’d try to beg for more kisses with soft needy whimpers as her other hand releases his other arm, now attempting to stroke him through his pants although with the current angle she wasn’t wholly successful.

"Hngk." About the increased pressure and friction. Little much, now, but it doesn't hurt him the way it should. Pulls a flush into his face at worst. Being a menace to that poor thing.

The quickest thing to learn about Lucifer is his hands and mouth are curious and wandering things. He's intense with them. And curious. So he does indeed find her pulse and feel it. Teeth closing around the skin there on her throat and pressing tongue to feel it. It's good. (Not a single flickering Hell Noise impulse to tear it out.)

Then he had to pull away and let her get out of own shirts and things. Snorting as some of the buttons went flying. (She'd never find at least one of those ever again.) He didn't have long to be bemused before she was pressed up to him again.

Hands and fingers right back to searing over skin. Finding details and quiet honestly appreciating them. Lingering, even. Tracing when they caught and seeking out more to follow. Takes the love bite to his throat to remind him what he was doing.

Hissing in a breath and reeling some. There went his belt! Ha!

He'd let Irene get as far as to get his fly open before he'd do a maneuver to turn her around. Drawing her back into him in a trapping hold. He wasn't done touching, thank you. Stealing some power back if you please.

She's got all this warm skin to get to. And he'd be sure to make more of it visible in dragging her pants and undergarments down to at least her knees (if they fell off after, all the better). Hands went right back to wandering.

Though they had purpose this time. One gliding up high and the other low. Starting with a cup of a breast and squeeze of on inner thigh. Only warning he gave before a thumb rolled across a peak to make it pearl. And other skimmed higher to cup and stroke between thighs, a petting. Mouth had plenty of real estate to give open mouthed kisses to skin, hot and often accompanied by teeth and swipe of tongue. Between the back of her neck and spot behind her ear and shoulder and side of her neck--plenty.

He was too girthy to get down to brass tacks immediately. In his experience, he had to do some prep work. And it's a fantastic excuse for getting those hands and fingers (and sometimes tongue) into places.

Irene gives a soft chuckle at his groan, pressing her leg more against him as she claimed every messy uncoordinated kiss. She whines when he pulls away to finish pulling off his undershirt, hands now hooking into his belt.

Never had calluses felt so good, rasping the skin at her sides. Her chin instinctively lifts at his kiss, offering her neck to him as a shuddering breath escapes her. Could he feel her pulse, frantic beneath her skin? Desperate for him?

It was her turn to strip her layers and she did so viciously, snapping a few of the more stubborn buttons off in her hurry to unbutton her shirt. Then came her own undershirt, a silken tank top and under that, her lace bra. She’d press naked breast against his chest, going in for another grind with her leg. She too was surprisingly devoid of scars to the naked eye, but rough hands still managed to catch on what few there were. A few on her back, reminders of her climb to power and a thin slice between two of her ribs from a jilted lover.

“Lucifer..” A whine escapes her, needy and wanting as she kisses along his jaw before sinking her teeth in a light love bite into his neck. Nothing that would break skin, just a need to claim him if only for the moment. Hands now attempted to tackle his belt, pulling it off and throwing it to the side as if it offended her.

Shirt first, huh? Curious choice, if you asked him. Used to people going belt first, honestly.

But the layers complaint was an all too common one. So he obliged. Got his hands off her, but doubted she'd mind if he could slip the fabrics off faster than she could. Which, with how much practice he had getting in and out of suits, he certainly could.

He did groan into the exchange of kisses for the teasing grind she was giving him. Can't be helped. Getting suit coat and button up shirt off, along with tie, and the distraction of her pressed up against him so intimately did make for slightly uncoordinated kisses. It's a trade-off. But he kept them honest and as well-met as possible. She seemed to like them. Wanted her like them. Wanted her to feel good and remember her confidence.

He broke the changed to pull the last layer off his torso for her. The undershirt had to come up over his head to join the small pile he was leaving behind his back on the desk. Better? He even left the gloves off and put behind him too.

Surprising lack of scars on his chest and arms. Just smooth skin padded over stone built muscle. Back had four slit shape scars, unseen. Hands were a bit..gnarled up. Duncan's profession in life had made them rough and the callouses had only ever gotten a bit softer on the pads and palms.

He was, by this point, giving himself over to her whims. Seemed he always had a little more experience than the other person on how to give up some control in intimate moments. He had limits, but...they were looser somehow.

Lucifer leaned back in close with his face once he was out of the worst of the suit layers to give something of an appeasement nibble to her jaw near her chin. Sneaking hands to her waist. Tugging her shirt from being tucked and smoothing skin over her sides underneath. Only fair he got a bit of skin-to-skin for being so well behaved~

Her lips part as his thumb brushes over them, brows furrowed as she bites down on the tip of his thumb with an expression of indignant anger. How dare he laugh at her, especially in a moment like this! She had half a mind to-!

But then his lips were on hers and she could think of nothing else. Her lips were soft and malleable against his, eager to accept his kiss. God how she adored kisses. Her arms slide up as he pulls her closer, now wrapping around his neck to keep him close as her own tongue followed his without hesitation.

She’s eager to take that step between his legs, taking advantage of the control he gave her as the thigh he currently rubbed against would begin to gently grind against him.

One arm slips from her grip on his shoulders, sliding down to begin pulling at his shirt without breaking the kiss . Damn these layers. She wanted them OFF but not enough to actually stop kissing him.

He laughed, a booming sound that rolled around throat and chest. Her intense statement was, to him, silly in the moment despite her intentions and the follow up just made it more absurd yet.

In fact, this whole situation? Bit absurd. He leaned more into the desk behind him, but in such a way he was sitting barely on the edge of it. Let him take some weight off his feet.

The laugh, at least, was a short and punctual one. And, luckily, he wasn't the sort to cool off from laughing.

Made him a touch more heated, honestly.

"You just love going hot and then cold, hm?" The hand on her neck had migrated too. Letting that control go in favor of catching her jaw corner and running gloved thumb passing over her lower lip. If he smudged her lipstick? Oops~

At least his gloves were fine, soft, broken in leather.

She got a kiss, then. Followed up his thumb. He was bold with it, if soft and--mindful. He could sense something of a reservation and more than the kind where she was trying to play it cool. So while he tested tongue along hers, he didn't get too aggressive with it. More of a cheeky little taste and invitation.

Half a distraction so he other hand could press into the small of her back and encourage her to step in all the closer. Right up between his knees. The choice is decidedly not an overbearingly masculine one. Makes him the one at a bit of a stance disadvantage and slips some control back to her court in a subtle way.

He still got the benefit of her warm curves flush up to him. But it sure meant his arousal was getting no place to hide while intimately pressed to one of her thighs. Garments keeping it lilted to one side.

He'd also forgotten about his nose. He truly did not have a working pain reception system. It ached and felt hot--not dissimilar to other parts. What was the difference? At least he'd stopped bleeding.

Her feet stumbled across the floor, allowing her body to come as close as he had wanted as her hands come to clutch his jacket in almost a desperate grip.

Damn him. Damn him and his stupid sexy face, his stupid way of talking, and damn him most of all for not being afraid of the spikes that she wore to protect herself. She wasn’t supposed to be vulnerable and she wasn’t supposed to be in situations like this, giving control over to a man.

Yet here she was.

Their thread would be connected pinkie to pinkie, and in this moment, she wrapped it around her throat as those red plump lips of hers part.

“I wouldn’t want you too.” Her voice is barely louder than a whisper and a shiver runs the length of her body as she seems to just melt into him. Her hands slide up his body, along his arms and shoulders to his neck. Her nails are feather soft against the skin, teasing in their touch as they climb his pulse to the sides of his face.

“If you’re going to fuck me…fuck me with your whole heart Lucifer…” Her voice grows thick, breath growing a touch faster as she closes her eyes. “Carve yourself into my body and soul so I never forget.”

Then one eye pops open as she gives him a rather nervous smile. “O-Or we could…just like..make out if you’re not wanting..you know…that’s okay too.” A weak attempt to backpedal, although admittedly a very halfhearted one. Even in a state like this, she at least had to try to maintain some sort of defensive posturing despite her body screaming at her to rip his clothing off and ride him until he went blind.