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[Barked a laugh despite himself. Larynx bobbed with a swallow while Rook was at his throat like that. Inspired a great tenderness and that always translated to one of his absurdly triggered love chubs. It was just a little upsetting for his ego when he got worked up so quick over virtually nothing especially horny going on.

Not so idly taking stock of surfaces near to them while his shirt was being undone.]

[Rook was terrible about his affectionately spicy mischiefs. He gave another light snort when he was let freeeee.]

I’m the sweet one? I didn’t even rub your back. Must have me mistaken for one of your other attention sources.

[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. ]

[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. ]

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[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. ]

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?

[It was hard for Lucifer to look at what Pride tried to show him.

If nothing else he had always been 'light-bringer'. Even when his halo had turned into something of a black hole after the Fall. Until recently--he'd started giving off light around his edges again. Like a secret.

That wasn't what he was here to think about. He was back to being where he could look at Pride's mouth while he was speaking. He didn't sense a Lie, he realized, after a moment. Pride really did think he was Top Tier Hot Shit.

Still did. A shiver traveled up his spine, unbidden. He hid that with a trace of thumb pad over Pride's lips when he finished speaking. Pride though he was powerful and a force to reckon. At least right now. And back then.

There's another undercurrent to what Pride was telling him. He'd bow, would he? Kneel, too, he bet. Maybe not in front of anyone other than him. He knew that sentiment. Lucifer could count on one hand how many times he'd gotten on his own knees. Willingly, at least. It's a powerful notion that Lord of Boundless Ego himself would bow.

He almost hated this was working.]

Is that how you would talk to me if I fucked you against that wall? [He flicked a look toward said nearby wall then back to Pride's face again. Or would the praise be much more raw and personal, he wondered.]

[Naturally his head lifted to take stock of the change of reality. It's...

He knows to some degree what Pride is doing. What he'd always done. Slid up next to him with soft little whispering purrs that got him to put his logic down like a draw bridge lowered and let Pride in where he could fuck him up.

That is what Lucifer was expecting, wasn't it? Inviting, even?

Again, it'd been a century or two. Stan wasn't pulverizing Lucifer's sense of self on the regular anymore.

Yet...he still wanted the boost. The attention. The little purr.

His attention eased back onto Pride and he lifted hand to get hold of his face by his chin. Duncan had very large hands for that sort of thing. Leaned his head down the scant couple of inches in the difference of heights between them to be hovering by Pride's ear.]

Tell me some of the reasons. [He said it like an order, but it was a question. A tender request for some praise.]

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?

[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. ]