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Inktober - 12 - Shattered.

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

[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.]

For a reason. [ His voice had softened to a practical purr. One that he - if asked, he might say - that he reserved only for the Fallen. ]

There were a lot of others I could have courted danger with; risked being burned a hundred times over for. But none of them seemed as worthy of delivering that fate than you.

[ Pride stepped closer then, manipulating the space around them to a slow turn- he couldn’t stop time or anything, but he could make it seem that way. The outside world was muffled and distant. In his little bubble, he would keep Lucifer’s vulnerability secret. Nobody else needed to know. ]

[Rook was a great sight. A more fantastic sound. Always attuned to noise more than anything. His husband really liked to talk and he really hit a sweet spot on praise and vocal-ity. Tended to make Lucifer’s spine tingle.

Had him taking a hand off hip to reach up and settle around Rook’s throat, pressing fingers along the man’s jaw and chin. Stare getting keen on his husband’s mouth. Palm against his throat. Holding without squeezing. though it was easy to brace the grip against resistance of collarbones at the same time to stop the same jostle he’d been enjoying. Make the thrusts a bit deeper and more jarring for Rook.

Leaning down and over him, against him, trapping member between stomachs, and kissing the man’s bottom lip. Making a very raw and pleased sound back. An entreating sound, too. He could rarely think around Rook’s body, but he did adore the man’s voice.]

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Not the most important bit, but, well, Duncan is a very handsome man an’ we’re lucky for him.

[ Rook would lick his lips, watching Lucifer strip, and then moaned, quickly getting fully hard in Lucifer’s grip, legs wrapping around behind the Fallen’s thighs. ]

Mmm, fuck– ‘course, luv.

[ He’d make a ‘come hither’ gesture and the drawer would open and the lube would quickly make its way to easy grabbing difference for Lucifer, hovering in place. ]

Been thinkin’ of me while y’workin’?

You ask as though you don’t waltz in here from time to time at your peak bonobo hours. [He drawled, voice husky, but steady. As he took up bottle and drizzled to slick the strokes around them both. A fun way to prep up.]

[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. ]

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.

[An easy request to fulfill. Knew Rook to be flexible enough. Keeping him pressed into desk was easy too. The hard part was wanting to keep his hand on Rook’s throat.

Another time, when he was in a form with more hands.

For now, he reluctantly removed it in favor of helping the other hook under knees and push them up and then back down into Rook’s shoulders. Keeping steady pressure on back of thighs to keep them there.

This was really putting the poor desk to the test as much as it was likely doing to Rook. There’s a creaking that Lucifer was ignoring. It was sturdy wood.]

Make a mess on my desk. [Lucifer finally found a number of thoughts and words. A playfully cruel grin on his lips as he was upright in favor of holding Rook down to take him fully to root now.] We both know who is going to clean it up for me. [A knowing velvety statement.]

[Rook was a great sight. A more fantastic sound. Always attuned to noise more than anything. His husband really liked to talk and he really hit a sweet spot on praise and vocal-ity. Tended to make Lucifer’s spine tingle.

Had him taking a hand off hip to reach up and settle around Rook’s throat, pressing fingers along the man’s jaw and chin. Stare getting keen on his husband’s mouth. Palm against his throat. Holding without squeezing. though it was easy to brace the grip against resistance of collarbones at the same time to stop the same jostle he’d been enjoying. Make the thrusts a bit deeper and more jarring for Rook.

Leaning down and over him, against him, trapping member between stomachs, and kissing the man’s bottom lip. Making a very raw and pleased sound back. An entreating sound, too. He could rarely think around Rook’s body, but he did adore the man’s voice.]