[Broke Into A Laugh When He Took Some Mercy By Taking His Nibbling Teeth Away. Stars, That Was A Lot

[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...

[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. ]

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[ He was very spoiled, and he’d watch Lucifer as he stroked himself, licking his lips in anticipation. Shuddering when Lucifer backed away and started getting dressed. Fuck, he loved this whole… situation here. ]

Yes, luv. Wouldn’… wanna make any extra work for her.

[ He’d use his hand to get the cum from his stomach and lick it up, eyes slipping closed. Once he wouldn’t drip, he’d slip off the desk and kneel down beside it, tongue getting to work cleaning off the top. Might even be an extra good bonobo and tighten up the screws that had been rattled loose with their fucking. ]

M’only complaint is that I can kinda taste the cleanin’ spray…

[ Would rest his cheek on the desk once he was done, swallowing and gently palming himself. ]

[Hummed approval for the screws when he heard them turning.

Rook, being done, he came over and pet fingers through his hair. Very purposefully, now and then, skirting the edges of that spot behind Rook’s ear.]

Hah! Poor thing. Give me a little while and you can get a better taste if you like. [Chuckling on that low baritone. Not the one that meant danger. The one that was full of fondness and a touch of lewdness.]

For now, do you wish to stay here? Or should I take us home? Are you feeling alright? [Checking in as he was want to do when toying around with Rook’s libido.]

[There’s the bonobo he knows and loves. Earned a brief and groan interrupted chuckle. Thrusts unsteady through Rook’s orgasm. Gaze darkening as he rode through it. Swiping thumb through what was still on abdomen to have his own taste. He put in all the work to make it, after all.

Then he withdrew from Rook, taking his own cock in hand to add to the pooling mess there with a few firm and quick strokes. Bucking into the circle of his fingers as he spilled out. Making sure there was plenty to make Rook lick up. He deserved that as much.

He gave one of Rook’s thighs a squeeze before he stepped away to give him space and freedom.] Make sure to get all of it. Wouldn’t want to make the cleaning lady deal with it instead. Poor thing struggles enough with the blood some days. [Smug and retrieving strewn about clothing. He would put Rook’s in a neat pile on nearby visitor’s seat, at least. While putting on the minimum of his own.]

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[ Rook was paying attention to what was being written. Finding the deliberate way Lucifer wrote on the pages almost erotic. Not that it was difficult for him to find most things erotic. But he could feel more of that. ]

Well, m’lucky m’allowed to. Least I can do for someone who literally gave me a piece of his heart. An’ who keeps me around despite all of my, well, everythin’.

[ Chuckled. Knew he was a handful. ]

[His handwriting hadn’t changed much over the years. It’s a curt style for all the careful way he wrote. He pressed a bit too hard on paper. He wasn’t sure why Rook would get tingly about it, but he was pretty used to Rook just being that way by now.

Second paper went into the bin.]

I don’t think you were particularly worried about allowance all this time. [Lucifer snorted and waved it off a little about the heart piece. Remembering and ears gaining a rare bit of color while in Duncan. He didn’t blush often.

He signed the final paper after reading it over. Some plans to open an Amazon warehouse by a mid-level demon looking for approval. That was added to the bin and he put pen away.] Not so painful.

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[ He wouldn’t turn down even more affection from Lucifer, humming into the kiss, edging back and forth across the line of sweet and chaste and getting messy about it. ]

How lucky am I t’have a husband who takes such care organisin’ things for my comfort.

[ Licked his lips, enjoying the buzz lingering there from the kiss. ]

The paddin’ is good. Helps remind me not t’jus’ break out of them when I get desperate.

Least I can do for someone that would willingly cramp themselves under a desk like that for me. [Lucifer picked up pen to write on the documents each in turn. Taking time and diligence like he did for most things.]

Or call me husband. [A quiet truth spoken in that. Signing first paper and setting it to the side into a desk organizer that had some papers in it already. They’d be collected and redistributed once he left for the day.]

i think partly what's so attractive about fucking a man in a suit is the humiliation of it. he probably paid a lot of good money for that suit, which has now become nothing more than a pile of cloth on my floor, satin bunched in his mouth. he probably paid a lot of good money to make himself look nice too and well. heh. im gonna pass out

"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.

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[ He wouldn’t turn down even more affection from Lucifer, humming into the kiss, edging back and forth across the line of sweet and chaste and getting messy about it. ]

How lucky am I t’have a husband who takes such care organisin’ things for my comfort.

[ Licked his lips, enjoying the buzz lingering there from the kiss. ]

The paddin’ is good. Helps remind me not t’jus’ break out of them when I get desperate.

Least I can do for someone that would willingly cramp themselves under a desk like that for me. [Lucifer picked up pen to write on the documents each in turn. Taking time and diligence like he did for most things.]

Or call me husband. [A quiet truth spoken in that. Signing first paper and setting it to the side into a desk organizer that had some papers in it already. They’d be collected and redistributed once he left for the day.]

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Mmm, well. Y’can blame humans for it, at least. Bureaucracy is a plague on society I don’ think even Hell’s most fucked up minds could have come up with originally.

[ He would take another moment, then push himself back up onto his feet, going to grab his pants at least. ]

There is at least some fun with the whole fuckin’ someone over your desk or havin’ them under it, at least.

[ Once partially clothed, he’d come around behind Lucifer, leaning over him to also look at the paperwork, shamelessly and not at all subtly groping Lucifer’s pecs through his shirt. ] 

Anythin’ I can help with, t’make m’wonderful, sexy husband’s life a lil easier?

Truth enough. All these trappings are very...human. [Blech. Shook out his shoulders a moment like a tingle went up his spine.]

Heh, quite. You fit nicely in both spaces. [He smirked freely about that. Doing a brief and goofy alternating flex of his chest while Rook had hold of it before he refocused, sighing.] Steal me away to a Godless planet with alien extravagance where you and those we love can live outside of all this? [He was joking the same way someone might suggest winning the lottery might solve all the problems.

The paperwork was endless as the drawer was technically more space than it seemed. Some of it was his shipping business. More of it was just...Infernal drudgery. Deal records and suggested nefarious activities and complaints and promotion bids and the like.

He reached in and removed three papers to set on the desk.] I should get these done and the rest can wait.