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[He didn't know if he could silence the Hell Noise in Pride anymore than he could silence his own. Most he'd ever managed was pushing it into the background of his psyche and hoping nothing gave it the push to come stomping out to the front.
But he could use Duncan's big beefy arms to encircle the Sin when he came in close. They were good for holding. Knew that form personal experience.
Still in his patch of emotional fallout, he didn't say anything and kept being of a sort of service. Though, at least, the desire to rub hand along the demon's back was an affectionately based one. Not a mindless thing he did. Sometimes he just had a little unintentional PTSD flare up.
He still pushed his head back into Pride's and kept him squeezed in firm.]
[ Pride didn’t turn around when Lucifer came back. Still stuck in debate and staring at his stupid crown and railing at the things that his mind so desperately wanted him to believe.
It was all so fucking
LOUD.
He fought it in the only way he knew how. Chasing impulse. Finally turned to look at Lucifer - god he was pretty in any form - and then back down to his dumb little crown. Ended up crushing it in his hand before going right on ahead and slinking over to where Lucifer was and nudging his big stupid lizard head against the Fallen’s.
Shut the Hell Noise up for me just for now. I want to stay. Please please. ]
[When he came back, he'd changed and gotten clean. Sleep wear so he could be comfortable while waiting out the healing injures on his chest, hips, neck, and shoulders.
He got on the bed and sat with back braced up to the headboard. Watching Pride with...
Apprehension. Some kind of resignation. Still caught on the barb that the Sin would leave him to put his own pieces back together again. Fingers itching to touch even still.]
[ Was almost concerned by the lack of response- ready to vanish anyway to save his ego, but he was being… picked up????? Which did not happen very often????? Had him very much out of his depth and only unfreezing when he had a hand on his face and his chest was clenching. Sat himself upright while Lucifer did… whatever he needed to do.
Decided, at the last second, to get rid of Donovan. He didn’t need to be party to any of this. Whatever “this” was.
Ended up sitting with his tail a bit curled around himself as he stared at one of the far walls. Reached up and… plucked the blackened crown that he wore off his head. Didn’t… didn’t seem like he needed that just then. Stared at it in his hands while he waited.
Felt so out of place and uncertain. But nobody needed to know that. Nobody nobody. ]
[That earned a slow blink from the Fallen. Sorting the request and the implication. He was staying? Wanted to?''
While he was mulling that into something sensical, he pulled up mutual pants and did deft things to tuck them, too. When the asking got in past his defenses his expression fell. Not with...anything bad. Just...
He gathered Pride up and...fell into a familiar pattern of service. Taking him away from the office and into the hall. Soon into a bedroom. The bedroom was kept warmer than the rest of the building with those hot water pipes from another ring. Had more running around it in the walls and floors. Keeping the stone heated.
He set Pride down on the bed and lingered a moment to touch his cheek. Brushing knuckles then drifted away. Bringing back cleaning wipes from a dresser drawer. And going to the attached bathroom to deal with himself.
Just give him a minute. He'd sunk into a reserve to keep his heart and head from doing something cruel to him with the expectation Pride would leave. Now he had to...climb out of it. Somehow. In the meantime he was just doing things he needed to do. Like tending them both in the aftermath.]
[ It was all so fucking frustrating. Constantly felt like some kind of vagabond drifter that nobody wanted to hover around for very long, lest they end up being used by him in some scheme. ‘Established’ or not, it always felt like he was fighting to keep what he had.
But he was at fault for it. He knew that. Mad at himself, mostly.
He stayed silent as he felt those hands on him. Felt Lucifer so maddeningly close but like he was slowly teetering on the edge of losing him all over again. Realistic or not that that would actually happen.
Pride hated that he wanted… needed some… kind of “security”. It was so fUCKING stupid. So much so that when he actually spoke again, his voice broke like he was trying to get the words out before they died on his tongue. ]
Let’s…go somewhere… not here. A-Anywhere.
[ Wherever. Fuck. He didn’t know. Shouldn’t have even said it when he didn’t know where. ]
[Lucifer was so used to Pride's way of bursting into his space and then vacating with the same quickness that he didn't--
didn't know how to ask. So he kept his arms and hands in that soft iron state he'd learned to use. Firm without being too hard on flesh and bone. Touching along the Sin's back and sides.
Keeping him while he had him.
But prepared to quietly fold in on himself once Pride left. His throat felt blocked and he didn't say anything. Just stayed nosed in his hair for a time.]
[ Pride was hardly ungrateful. Might fuck around and give Rook a whole fucking gift basket for it. Maybe more than that. Who knows.
His own energy was waning and he eventually just rested his head against the other's, arms wrapped around him again like Pride was afraid that if he let go, he'd lose him. Stupid. Weak. Pathetic, even.
Eventually had those words drilling a hole in his head enough that he pulled back just a bit. Would need to abscond soon, he figured. Like he often did after this sort of thing. Like he was afraid to stick around in case something good was ruined by his own stupid mouth.
Maybe he was afraid of that. Said a lot of dumb as fuck things. Didn't think that just because he was enraptured in the moment that it would change.
Didn't look at Lucifer while he was dealing with that thought process. Didn't stand up to leave yet, but obviously wrestling with the desire to go and to stay and whether either one of those was the smartest thing to do. Or the wanted thing. ]
[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. ]
[The dirty pleasure of being generously defiled soothed over any worn out strings the moments before. Biting his own lower lip and trying not to sound a slut about that part specifically. Let alone the flash bangs of teeth and claws splitting skin.
He was pliant. He'd been pliant for a bit now. He remained so. Squeezed in and gripped tight. He didn't fight it. He didn't want to.
When did he start feeling safe and wanted? Every day he felt more like singing glass.
Keep him. He's yours and you're mine.]
[ Pride did not have the wherewithal to judge Lucifer's tip over the edge. He was not any fucking better. Claws dug into the Fallen's chest as if trying to pull him even closer than they already were - might've pulled blood with it, but didn't even have the mental fortitude to process that either.
The tendril wrapped around Lucifer provided just enough follow-up after feeling him reach that final throe to likely overstimulate. Only stopping when Pride himself followed him right over the edge, spilling heavy as he buried teeth into Lucifer's shoulder, though that did little to muffle the practical whine that left him as he shut his eyes tight.
May or may not have felt some burning at the corners of his eyes, but if you ever mentioned that, he would deny it up and down.
He didn't pull away from Lucifer right away. Too busy getting both arms around him to squeeze him tight against himself as he buried his face into the Fallen's shoulder. Hiding there. ]
[The whine in his throat turned into a groan when it hit the back of his teeth as his hair was pulled to put him upright. Vision felt swimmy as all seemed redoubled. As the Sin pressed up against his back and made him feel exposed and covered on one sense jangling coin.
He could barely touch the surface of the desk with his fingertips and had no hope of holding onto anything. Goodbye anchors.
All he had were the claws to remind him where he was and who had him caught in a snare. Oh, and the voice buzzing right up against his ear. Ignorant to his own that kept pelting out sharp and broken and aching.
Only half aware he'd unraveled fully into a pile of frayed yarn. Painted quite a translucent white picture over the dark leather writing pad on his desk as insides tightened to match the outpouring.]
[ He would have been completely lost even without his name seeping from Lucifer's lips. Fuck. Fuck fuck. That just cemented his fervor, doubled by the grip to her shirt. Decided on something just then that he had to chase or else he was going to lose his entire fucking mind.
Without separating them, he got a hand up into Lucifer's hair, using it to, albeit roughly, pull him up and off of that desk to be flush right up against Pride. Didn't leave it there. Ended up just getting that same hand up and under Lucifer's shirt to his chest to hold him tight against himself, the other hand still clawing at hip and a helpful tendril snaking its way from Pride's back to come around Lucifer's front and wrap around his member, pumping him hard at the same time that Pride's thrusts continued from behind.
Wanted Lucifer fully against himself, wanted him wholly, wanted nothing but him. He was gasping and moaning openly into the Fallen's ear and he had zero ability to keep himself from it. Don't Forget Me, don't forget again, I'm here and I'm not fucking going anywhere. ]
Ff-Uck... Luc... [ Couldn't even get his full fucking name out. Fuck. ]
[The small blessings of a very sturdy desk, he couldn't have kept himself off the ground before long without it.
He was a mess in minutes. Reluctance to act so distant about getting his insides rearranged melting off him as moments ticked. It was hard to keep it together. Didn't even really want to.
Some years ago, someone installed all these fucking secret tunnels into his chest and more and more people were slipping through them. Not a lot, but more and more...
The sounds Pride made were electrifying. Even more than the sting of his poor dick hitting the underside of the desk in tandem to the Sin's onslaught. Sound of flesh hitting flesh, too, left him seeing a few spots in his vision. It's a lot. It's borderline too much. The claws breaking into his skin at his hips makes it impossible for him to move or think.
There's just--]
P-Pride-- [Slipped out of him urgent and desperate. Uneven and searching. The hand not on desk edge went over his own shoulder to get hold of the fabric of Pride's shirt at the Sin's shoulder while he was leaned in so close. Just trying to anchor. To touch someone as he felt so hollowed out and secure at once.]
[The plan, before Pride had so rudely interrupted, had been to work himself with a bit of lube and his own fingers, but here we are 'god laughs' and all that.
Hard to say how he would have weathered out a more dry and brutal approach, but Pride hadn't gone that route.
Don't fucking artificially inflate his ego right now! His head and heart were all over the place and he didn't know where they got off to, just that he felt sore about their recent manhandling.]
H-ah! [A short, sharp, cry into the surface of the desk. That's a lot to just take in a swift go. When he truly wasn't used to being under someone else, especially. It's a hot, fiery, lance of a sensation to be suddenly full despite any resistance his body might've offered. Felt only marginally different from the sting of pressed in claws.
He sent a hand up to blindly find the edge over his own head to grip tightly, making the wood there creak. Focus frighteningly narrow on the grip, fill, and hold on his hips. Aware of the warmth radiating off of the Sin hovering so close to his back. Comforted.]
[The plan, before Pride had so rudely interrupted, had been to work himself with a bit of lube and his own fingers, but here we are 'god laughs' and all that.
Hard to say how he would have weathered out a more dry and brutal approach, but Pride hadn't gone that route.
Don't fucking artificially inflate his ego right now! His head and heart were all over the place and he didn't know where they got off to, just that he felt sore about their recent manhandling.]
H-ah! [A short, sharp, cry into the surface of the desk. That's a lot to just take in a swift go. When he truly wasn't used to being under someone else, especially. It's a hot, fiery, lance of a sensation to be suddenly full despite any resistance his body might've offered. Felt only marginally different from the sting of pressed in claws.
He sent a hand up to blindly find the edge over his own head to grip tightly, making the wood there creak. Focus frighteningly narrow on the grip, fill, and hold on his hips. Aware of the warmth radiating off of the Sin hovering so close to his back. Comforted.]
[ If Lucifer hadn't done it, Pride would've done it for him. As it was, he found great satisfaction in his little stunt and the reward waiting for him was better than anything else he could have asked for. Thing about it was, Pride's own sense of his core typically broke through any shame that came with being vulnerable - at least in the moment. Shame was easily replaced with defiance and aggression.
But he knew it was not the same for everyone. And he was hesitant to consider that whatever Lucifer was going through was negative.
Took a quick opportunity to use that lubricant on himself (though if it were up to him, he wouldn't even use the stuff and make it as painful as possible BUT he had some modicum of awareness here that that might be asking a lot) before leaning over the other, growling a little in the back of his throat. ]
You don't need to hide. [ His voice said, his words laced and carefully woven in with his own influence. ] Nothing looks better to me than you right now.
[ Just a little bit of a bolster before he was aligned and pressing in deep and without any real fanfare. He was not gentle - not unless he was asked to be by the right person and not a single one thus far had done that - and claws dug into Lucifer's hips to illustrate as such. Didn't stand upright fully - this wasn't a punishment. He wanted to be in close to the Fallen - hear every little sound, feel every little movement. Soak it all in for himself in that moment and store it away in the back of his mind for later. When he himself Forgot. ]
[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.]
[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.]
[ He was having a bit of whiplash here. Took him a few heated seconds to process what he was being told - what he was being asked. He spared a glance back at the desk before turning his attention back to Lucifer. ]
That's a terrible pet name.
[ But he decided to push himself up to stand, willing his legs to not shudder at all - that wouldn't do. Leaned over and pressed a steady and purposeful kiss right beneath Lucifer's ear. Ended up gesturing to the desk just as Lucifer had. ]
Far be it from me to pass up an opportunity.
[ He was antsy. Held no promises about not being aggressive. Probably obvious by how red his irises were; betrayed his infernal nature even in Host. ]
[Without taking his eyes off the Sin, he rubbed at the scar at his mouth to keep from smirking and possibly setting him off.]
You have two options, Fretful. You bend yourself over that desk-- [He gestured to the desk in question behind Pride's reclined head.] --or I do.
[A rare offer considering Pride hadn't done a damn thing to earn it. Giving unholy head, not withstanding.]
[He was getting some of the appeal Stan found in himself.
Obedience is good. Obedience with a threat of defiance was much sweeter. Obedience given rather than forced.
Rumbled with quiet the scar pulled smirk as he watched Pride, never the less, lean back and start doing as he told him to. It is an exceptional view, all told. One he deigned to take sunglasses off for. Giving them a toss onto desk out of the way, careless. Let him rove lidded stare over the Sin.
He lazily set cheek into palm.]
Don't get too ahead of yourself... [Warned the Sin as he got enthusiastic with himself.
He was taking a moment to get his desire more to a manageable level. And pondering what exactly he wanted to do to Pride. Mouth a bit dry as he considered the options.]
[He was getting some of the appeal Stan found in himself.
Obedience is good. Obedience with a threat of defiance was much sweeter. Obedience given rather than forced.
Rumbled with quiet the scar pulled smirk as he watched Pride, never the less, lean back and start doing as he told him to. It is an exceptional view, all told. One he deigned to take sunglasses off for. Giving them a toss onto desk out of the way, careless. Let him rove lidded stare over the Sin.
He lazily set cheek into palm.]
Don't get too ahead of yourself... [Warned the Sin as he got enthusiastic with himself.
He was taking a moment to get his desire more to a manageable level. And pondering what exactly he wanted to do to Pride. Mouth a bit dry as he considered the options.]
[ He glanced up at Lucifer when prompted, fighting the urge to growl and snap in defiance, but it stood no chance. He was too far down the tunnel of doing whatever the actual fuck Lucifer wanted. Even if it came with a slightly furrowed brow and a few heavy breaths, his eyes fluttering shut with a particularly shaky one when that tongue was on his face.
And then he was being given a command, and Lucifer was so fucking close and he was SO fucking worked up.
The only option was to obey. Nothing else. So he leaned back on one hand to properly position himself to provide enough of what he knew Lucifer wanted: some sort of show.
His fingers touched the tip of his arousal gently- testing. It twitched in anticipation and he couldn’t help but bite his lip. Was a fair enough segue into wrapping his slender digits around himself to provide much needed friction. ]
[A low chuckle came out of him, watching Pride do everything except what he clearly wanted to do.]
Never thought I'd see the day--a Sin showing some restraint. [His tone had certainly shifted. Hand in Pride's hair coming around to frame up around his neck and under his chin and jaw. Keeping his face nice and turned upward to his gaze. Leaning down a moment to lave tongue over the spot of wetness he'd left behind on cheek.]
Go on, touch it.
[Once he'd leaned back up a little more upright. Make sure he could see everything.]
[ With literally anyone else, he might have minded very much. But just then? Nah. Didn’t give one singular fuck what sorts of fluids Lucifer wanted to leave on him. In him? Maybe eventually.
He let out a small sound of upset when he was pulled away, but the demand of him was distracting. Pride huffed out a little breath as he wore the smallest of appeasing grins. If he must.
Was a relief, of a sort, when he reached down to undo his own belt and buttons and zipper. Pulled himself free with a harsh exhale and tried not to immediately chase the urge to give himself some further relief. Was a little more slow about it, pretending to adjust himself for comfort and likely failing to not give himself some sort of stimulation.
He was too achingly hard to ignore it for much longer. Even being free from his stupid pants was only the tiniest bit of relief. ]
[Lucifer had something of a territorial streak, nearly possessive. And it wasn't totally overt except when he got really incredible views like his saliva slicked member laying up against Pride's ruddy cheek. Right next to working puffed lips that had just been wrapped around it.
Hopefully Pride also didn't mind the smear of pre left on his skin when he pulled the Sin away from it by his hair. To make sure Pride could see him pointing downward with his free hand.]
Show me.
[He knows what's being hidden and pinched by the Sin's fly.]
[ No, no. Pride's point was to make sure that Lucifer continued to suffer (in a good way that wasn't actually suffering).
His hands pressed and soothed over the other's thighs, gripping tight as he took Lucifer deep into his mouth to the point where it the deep thrum of his enamored groan would probably be very pointedly felt. Fingers did dance upwards at the same time, sneaking under Lucifer's shirt again to feel and soothe over the skin there. A few biting nails put into the mix whenever he slid his tongue along the underside of Lucifer's arousal.
To him, it tasted so good. His eyes were shut and he had fingers in his hair and he was moaning a little bit like a slut in a way that he had not felt compelled to do before, and so he was letting himself fall into it entirely.
Felt his own chest ache and his own stomach filled with something that felt like bees and he was really hating his own pants right about then. Almost in pain by how aroused he was. ]
[As usual, there came a point where he was overwhelmed. Driven to hide his face somewhere and his carefully maintained expression broke down into a much less collected front. Had his face down in a palm to lay teeth into the meat of the bit below his thumb just as Pride started getting noisy in his endeavors.
He was weak for that sort of thing. Went along his spine like a line of snap dragons.
The rest was fire on the nerves that kept his attention very pinpoint focused. Pleasure and pain had always been the same knife.
There's a sore temptation to grip fingers into Pride's hair and get savage with it. Lurks with left over anger. But he didn't fucking want that. He wanted...
Much. More.
Fuck, maybe he could be greedy. He took hand away from his own face and got it against the space between Pride's shoulders, other hand's finger using the hold in his hair to press him down. Could get Pride to struggle a bit--and then take a little mercy. Let his irritation go fully for a moment of Pride's discomfort.]
[ No, no. Pride's point was to make sure that Lucifer continued to suffer (in a good way that wasn't actually suffering).
His hands pressed and soothed over the other's thighs, gripping tight as he took Lucifer deep into his mouth to the point where it the deep thrum of his enamored groan would probably be very pointedly felt. Fingers did dance upwards at the same time, sneaking under Lucifer's shirt again to feel and soothe over the skin there. A few biting nails put into the mix whenever he slid his tongue along the underside of Lucifer's arousal.
To him, it tasted so good. His eyes were shut and he had fingers in his hair and he was moaning a little bit like a slut in a way that he had not felt compelled to do before, and so he was letting himself fall into it entirely.
Felt his own chest ache and his own stomach filled with something that felt like bees and he was really hating his own pants right about then. Almost in pain by how aroused he was. ]
[Can't just do that. (Though Pride obviously could and would do that.) It's intense and over cements the close twisting tie of his emotions and his libido. Steals a breath out of him and he dug dull teeth into the spot under Pride's ear. That's not fair.
Not that he wasn't hard and panting hot against skin in seconds. Awkwardly hunched to keep Pride to himself, almost.
Be mine, be mine, be mine. It is wildly delirious to be getting his emotions metaphorically kicked around and then be caught up intimately in someone's hands. Fingers got into Pride's hair to pull and tilt his head a bit more back where he could kiss him again. Muffling a shaky moan in it.]
[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.]
[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. ]
[It was complicated.
The longer he had that kiss the less anger bubbled up. The less vitriol was in the kiss. He'd been worried, okay?
He tried to chug fucking holy water and...
The kiss broke and Lucifer stayed in close. Breaths sharp and short. His own hands got up to the sides of Pride's neck, thumbs brushing over jaw corners. Hitching with nose pressed to the Sin's cheek as Pride's hand found what it was looking for, a semi-firm outline.]
[ Pride was no more a fan of being on his knees than Lucifer was, but in some cases... He could make an exception. This was one such exception, and though he let out a sound into Lucifer's mouth as he was forced down, he didn't make any effort to change their position, hands bracing against Lucifer's thighs as he forced them apart and snuck in as close as he could to the seat of that chair.
Yes, he was an asshole. An asshole that was currently gripping tightly to pant leg with one hand while the other was coasting upwards to touch and feel and press. If he wanted to be aggressive and angry and bothered, then take it out on Pride right then. The Sin was more than fine with that, so long as it was Lucifer. ]
[Guess they had not covered all the bases.
It was plenty sudden.
He grabbed the front of Pride's suit, after a beat of surprise and confusion, and yanked in such a way as to bring Pride down on his knees in front of the chair, between his own needs. Where the kiss could get crushed back into Pride's stupid fucking mouth.
Jackanape! Asshole.
His grip loosened, but the kiss didn't break. Giving good as he got with teeth and tongue.
Fuck you, actually.]
[ Pride felt himself a bit enclosed there with a roll of his eyes to how that was being done, but that was just as well. Served his purposes fine when he shoved that chair just enough away from himself to spin it around to look at Lucifer in the face. ]
This, idiot.
[ Then leaned down to take Lucifer’s face - not quite caring how aggressive he was being - and pressing his mouth hard to the other’s. Would get teeth involved if he needed to. But he needed to do this either way.
Pride was learning stupid uncomfortable truths about himself and the people around him every fucking day. Whatever. WHATEVER.
Fuck it. ]
lucifer out of host is a LITTLE insecure about his dick size
but if he's feeling confident with a partner, he can certainly use it just as good as someone bigger
Thinking about doms in collars. They crawl on all fours, make soft noises, nuzzle your tights just until you let your guard down, just for pinning you against the floor and biting your neck so hard blood paints their lips. They growl and fuck you rough and senseless as you pull their leash, and you realize you're not the one in control anymore; you never were. You are prey and will be treated as such.
Stop teasing you? Let you cum?
Why would I want to? Desperation looks too good on you for me to do that, sweet thing. Going all red and whiny like that, gasping and panting on my fingers or my tongue. You sound so sweet when you're begging like that, too.
Why would I ever let you cum?
