By Chasingtheshiftinglight

[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. ]

I let you make one whole painting and have an absurd amount of cropped pictures... [He knew Rook wasn't making a threat, but it sounded a little bit like one due to his very complicated relationships of seeing his own face anywhere. Even mirrors he sort of struggled with.

He enjoyed dipping the carbs in the eggs and tomatoes. It's a finger food and he appreciated that. Didn't think much of licking his fingers clean, either. Or lounging while he ate. He had a pretty good view for it not being at one of the Rookery windows, too.]

Your cooking is the only time I really do enjoy it. [An honest moment.] It's usually tedious to eat.

Too much of a temptation t'show off for you when I ensare y'for a while. [ Nodded at the reminder. He'd get himself cleaned up shortly. Maybe play with some of the toys they had around too, if he really wanted to get Lucifer's attention again. Too busy reveling in the moment, though.

Really did just get a deep satisfaction from people (especially those he cared about) enjoying the food he made for them. ]

M'gonna have t'paint you jus' like... enjoyin' a meal one day. Really capture that appreciation an' the way y'savour stuff quietly.

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.

Sound was still a hair trigger. Pride was playing just fine into that as much as the touches and words.

The chuckle made his skin feel too hot even before the intense commands and singular secretive moan. "Hahn, fuck--" A hoarse cuss and groan. Giving in to the instinct to buck hips between the cock gradually hollowing him out and the tight encirclement of his own leather clad grip. Shit. Fuck.

He lost track of his restraint. And his inhibition in those final moments. Unabashedly loud. Near incoherent. An almost Note slipping out of a final husked cry as he pushed back and came hard enough to paint some of his release onto wall in front of him. Body tighter around Pride.

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The sound of his Name, as always, drove him a little fucking crazy. Always sounded so perfect coming from Lucifer, though he would never admit it aloud. But he craved it, hands tightening further on that throat as his hips drove into Lucifer hard and with abandon.

Did notice the other’s efforts to bring himself to the finish line though. Couldn’t keep in a breathless chuckle that slipped from his mouth and into Lucifer’s ear.

“Come undone for me,” he hissed out between exhales and barely choked back moans of his own, able to keep all but one from slipping out against Lucifer’s shoulder. Had to take in another breath before practically growling. “I want to hear you louder.”

[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. ]

Expression went soft. Shivering hard between the words, the bite, and the firm strokes through already wet spotted boxer-briefs. Breath warm and heavy on her shoulder.

She was intense. When she wanted to be.

Though the sudden flagging confident made him chuckle, slightly winded. One day he'd get her to stop second guessing herself. For now, he inhaled sharp through her bite before he was up near her ear again. Offering a quiet placating groan of pleasure before speking,

"My word is feather. There are few things you can do to me that I won't like." He kissed the spot between her shoulder and throat. Dragging teeth into skin a little. "I don't get on my knees. Unless I choose to." That was the hard limit. Aside form some standards about hygiene and bodily functions. Functional knee use, like now, obviously didn't count.

He hoped that gave her some confidence.

Lucifer sat back some and started removing clothing articles that weren't needed. All the ones except for the tie~ That she seemed to love pulling. "You do seem to like this body best." A smug tease as composure returned for a moment. Bringing her her hands to his skin on his chest and torso. "I know you want to tell me what do to. Tell me. Do I need to help you get strapped up, love? Do I need to lay down and prep while you get ready?" Encouraging her to be herself.

That's all he'd ever wanted. All that made him love her. All that got him so hard as he was right now.

“What if I want all of the above?” Irene whispers against his throat, finally getting his belt buckle free and pulling it loose before launching the entire belt across the room. It had angered her, daring to stand in the way of her and the treasure she sought. The pants were next, unbuttoned and unzipped so she could slip her hand inside.

“I’m going to put it on, then I want to watch you fuck yourself on it. I wanna hear my name on your lips when you cum.” She bites his neck, leaving a nice little mark. “Then it’ll be my turn to ride you and ooh am I going to ride you. Then when I can’t move anymore, fuck me like you’re trying to give our baby a brother.”

She strokes him through his underwear, biting his neck again before pausing. “Ah, if that’s okay of course. I want you badly but not enough to make you uncomfortable…and you can choose form. I’ll fuck both…but if you’re going to switch to the other form, we gotta make sure we put the tie on. I want it to stay on.”

[The kiss was well received and returned. It's a good kiss. Pulls some tension out of him even before any hands were to be on his shoulders in the future. Letting out a quiet sigh when it broke. Gaze less sharp.]

Yeah, alright. As you like to spoil me.

[He'd expected to be taken to something hard and flushed when he wasn't. O-oh. That was a rare treat. Hm. He pulled hand to get remained of any fabric out of the way.] I was wondering why you were still in underwear. Sneak.

[Someone was getting a bit of whipped cream on the outer folds before Lucifer went right in to lap it up. Until he could get in further with his tongue and lap a lot more than that. Laying on his stomach for comfort by then.]

Always around you.

[Hmn. He kissed along the scar there before he sat back up.]

Swear I don't have a thing for feeding. Just so fucking hungry all the time, as you know. [Sighed as he picked up a berry to pop into his mouth directly.]

[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.]

[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.]

Though he narrowed a glare at her about mentions of 'god', fuck the shit out of that guy he's the one right here--she made up for that in the follow up of noises and use of his name.

The gush of slick wasn't so bad either.

He was sure to catch her up in arm before she got to falling away from him or anything too worrisome. He kept the fingers inside until her insides gave a final squeeze. He knew what it was like to be clenching nothing through an orgasm. Not fun unless it was fun. Context.

"Heh, you always holler like that?" He was going to ask against the nipple on his lip that came after her kiss. Easing fingers out of her and breaking the smooches to smugly as possible lick his fingers. He learned that from someone else. A 'bad' habit. "It's adorable."

He liked what he liked.

Never had she ever thought a man’s hands to be so skillful. Certainly she had relations in the past where they had succeeded in orgasm, but none could compare to this. Her body twitched and rolled in time to the circling of her button, seeming sensitive to every movement of his hand. Toes curled in heels that somehow still managed to remain on as she pressed herself more into his hand. She was so lost in his movements that any thought of silence had long been abandoned, giving him a banquet of moans and whimpers to swallow as she leaned into his grasp.

The first of what she was certain would be many peaks came almost too quickly, Irene whimpering a course of “Yes yes oh my god yes!” Against his lips as his fingers delved into her and rubbed the aching flesh within. Her body squirmed in his arms as if attempting to escape the impending flood but there would be no escaping as he adds a second finger.

A cry, deep and guttural erupted against his lips as her body jerked and shuddered, his hand becoming soaked. She nearly doubled over with force of it, choking on her breath as her nails now dig deep enough to draw blood before a shaky whisper manages to break though her silence.

“F-fuck…Luc..Lucifer…”

Her legs quake beneath her and if not for his current grip inside her still spasming warmth, she might have fallen to her knees right there. She presses another passionate kiss to his lips, finally taking this moment to nibble on the lip scar that had started this entire ordeal.

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