[An Easy Request To Fulfill. Knew Rook To Be Flexible Enough. Keeping Him Pressed Into Desk Was Easy

The tight hold and pull on his neck took his hand away to the fingertips from the wall he'd braced into. Following thrusts driving some more raw noises out of his captured throat. Milks out his own release and makes him feel oversensitive to the end.

Heat and warmth spilling into him turned the sounds to more of a warbled whine that Duncan's throat makes husky and graveled, at least. For ego's sake.

The mutual leaning support is sorely needed. His knees didn't feel too much more stable. Not in a hurry to move or go elsewhere, obviously.

Admittedly, Pride was eager to hear the Song, whether or not it did him some fucking psychic damage in the process. But even if Lucifer had managed to not, the sounds that he did give off were just as satisfying - and likely less painful for himself to hear. Somewhere in the midst of his own wild thrusts, his blackened claws had revealed themselves, still pointed in a hold around Lucifer's throat for some semblance of purchase. They dug, a bit, into the flesh when he felt the Fallen come to his conclusion, and though Pride continued his own movements for just a bit longer, still determined and hungry, he was not very far behind.

He clung tightly to Lucifer as he hit that eventual peak, unable and unwilling to release him until the wave crested and he was left breathing hard and just a slight bit weak in the knees. Leaning to press his head against the other's and not separating until he could calm the fuck down.

Convincing himself to with a lot of smoothing of his clawed hands down along Lucifer's body again. Appreciating in a bit of a haze. Maybe also doing his best to keep the other upright until they could get straightened out. Don't collapse on him just yet.

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

He was very aware that Vox prrrrrobably wasn't used to windpipe not being crushed and it might take the demon a few moments to realize he was going to stop getting blood to his brain and face. He was still being choked out while being able to breathe. Have fun with that, buddy.

Lucifer was aware of that fact and wanted to see if Vox would fuck around and pass out before it registered. Smirking all the while for the time being as he leaned in closer to Vox's face with his own. "I think you'll remember. Give it time."

Vox was being a little shit for the past five minutes. Which wasn't so unusual. Though the topics being brought up were. And wasn't even all that serious. Had a better sense for when Vox was doing this with intent rather than malice.

Though the prickle on his infamous Pride wasn't any different either way. The eye contact didn't encourage him to reel it in either. The only difference was him pinching in with his fingers to cut off blood flow rather than crushing windpipe with his whole hand.

"Better get it together and remember who you're talking to."

[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. ]

scared.

divorced couple energy ship will always be immaculate to me. we hate each other. we've seen each other naked. I know how you take your morning coffee. I will never make you your morning coffee again. get it yourself. here you go, I gave it to you anyway. you disgust me. I will always be somewhat in love with you. I will be yours forever. you're not mine anymore. you will always be mine. fuck you. let's fuck, for old time's sake. did you steal my cd? no, no. keep 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.

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~”

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?”