[It Was Hard For Lucifer To Look At What Pride Tried To Show Him.

by chasingtheshiftinglight

[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. ]

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[ He would reward Lucifer with some kisses along his jaw and throat when he was spun around, clinging happily to him. And then they were in bed, and he would snuggle up to him, dragging fingers through Lucifer’s hair. ]

Absolutely bafflin’ how I make y’into all this, isn’ it?

[ Snorted. ]

Y’been burnin’ the candle at both ends again, looks like, Lucifer. Need some time t’relax…

[Leaned into the fingers in his hair and snuffed out some air.]

Completely and always. Don’t think I’m going to figure it out since I still haven’t.

[He set his head on Rook’s lap and sighed. Full of air he was getting out of himself. Extension of him relaxing, maybe.]

I know. I know. Soon. You know how I feel about October. I’ll take a whole break then. For now, you can complain about it in the meantime. As long as you also call me handsome and pretty and wonderful. [He had that praise thing, after all.]

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[ Rook liked the intensity of it, especially when he concentrated on the way the pen scored those lines into the paper and left its trail of ink behind. Shuddered a bit about it. ]

Oh, well. I know y’could always stop me if I did somethin’ you really didn’ like.

But I do also know how, ah, stuff down here works. So I appreciate the risk. Plus I won’ lie I do get a nice lil Prideful thrill whenever I get t’call you m’husband, got you all wrapped around m’finger in this gay as fuck relationship an’ family an’ everythin’. Y’mine an’ I’m yours, jus’ ‘cause we decided we want it like that.

[ Wouldn’t call him on the blush directly but would take it as an excuse to get even hammier about the affection. ]

[The push on the haminess certainly spread the color across his nose bridge and a bit into his cheeks. Fucking. Stones. Made his ears start burning enough for him to notice and reach up to rub at one of the edges of one. Not used to the sensation when he occupied Duncan.

He stood up suddenly and scooped Rook. Putting him over shoulder with arm banded across the back of his knees to start walking with him. Taking a brief pause to smack him on the butt as he stepped them through time-space in a jump to get them to the house.]

Menace.

god, but arrogance turns me on. the smirk on your face, the self-important way you tilt your chin. you think you’re so special, don’t you, baby? i wonder if you’ll still feel so smug, when i break you down.

[He was in it. Always thinking with his mouth. Maybe it was about sound too, so much happened with his mouth. Including this. Where he could kiss clit and roll tongue firmly against it and down lower to delve in deep enough to get a more intimate kiss. The back to hot button nub for more of that. Arms curled under thighs and petting skin there, ready to grip and hold open if he needed to.

He had strong impulses with that mouth and he intended to see them through every time.]

I do.

[ Very quickly admitted. Seeing Lucifer get to relax and enjoy himself was one of the top things on Rook's list. Then he was chuckling and popping a little shrug. About to respond and say something about surprises being important before Lucifer was proving very distracting and he was squirming against the bed. ]

I was... fuckin'... gonna save the 'eatin' me out' puns f'later... but who am I t'deny someone the meal of their choice?

[ Buried a hand in Lucifer's hair, scritching through and grabbing on whenever he hit a good spot. ]

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

paper bondage.

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

anyone wanna try it?

[His tie was pretty fiddle-able. He took to letting his stare wander while they were talking. Ignoring a rumble in his stomach--ugh, endless.]

So, the difficulties at present is not getting my suit covered in confections. [Even as he reached up and swiped up the less solid of the treats to have a taste from finger. Distinctly near a nipple with that.]

[ Rook did know Lucifer far too well. Had wormed his way into his life and had grown like kuzdu around the Fallen's heart.

Trusted it wouldn't be too long before Lucifer arrived, only looking through a few other photos on his phone in the meanwhile before he was looking up at his husband. Mischievous grin spreading across his face. Left his phone hovering in the air, though it floated to the side. ]

Ah, well, someone has to bedevil the devil, or sommat like that.

S'like... enrichment. An' it lets me see you from some of y'best angles...

[ Would reach out to fiddle with the end of Lucifer's tie, careful not to upset the snacks still decorating his body. Snickered, because he could. ]

“Yours to live in, but this apartment is mine. The shower is mine, the water is mine, the electricity is mine, and you are mine.” -Cetheran to Jin

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.