And Disturb All That Art You've Mad--oh, You Mean With Your Invisible Feelers. [He Could Be Intelligent

He was a man of boxer briefs. Goofy ones at that, usually. Dark blue with a repeating pattern of sharks. He wasn't personally a fan of sharks. He'd been trying to appeal to someone--and consistently interrupted. He hadn't changed them out yet. Didn't exactly plan out this situation, either. All that to say, the bite certainly made his arousal throb hard and weep more.

Choking on his own attempt to hold in a haggard shout of pain-pleasure-pain?pleasure? "Fuck!" Came out of him directly after.

No one fucking did that. Excluding Vox, very recently as a solution to a problem, and Stanley who did that shit for fun. No one just came up and hurt him for pleasure.

Intimately and keenly aware that Diet was holding back and a bit more pressure would break skin. Hell, if he tensed his thigh, he could make them break skin. If he jerked the leg, even. Any number of changes would get teeth in his leg. It's tempting.

He doesn't. That's not--he can't. Diet didn't agree to that. Couldn't put that on Dietrich anymore than anyone else around him. No matter how bad the worst parts of him wanted to fill the Stan shaped hole.

Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut instead. Focusing on the sensation in full, instead. It's still good. Still keeps him breathing hard and fisting his hands trapped under Dietrich's. Still thrums through his senses.

[ Let out a rumble of a laugh once more at the reaction, very satisfied with the torture he was indeed inflicting.

Belt would go, and trousers would get undone and unceremoniously shoved down past Lucifer's knees. Could smell that pre. He'd let a warm gust of breath go over that damp underwear and the concealed boner, getting his mouth open wide to give a bruising bite around Lucifer's left thigh.

Might have broken a little skin, but he was careful to avoid the big veins and arteries, letting his tongue drag and circle along the sensitive inner thigh area. Groaned. Could certainly bite a lot harder-- wouldn't even be difficult-- but he was doing juuuust enough to wreck him without actually wrecking him. ]

“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via weepling)

[The kiss makes him more tense somehow. Like a coiling spring in a music box.

Comes loose like one, lashing sharp edges, when the kiss breaks and Pride speaks. Like he'd been waiting for some kind of permission to do it, he got fistful of the Sin's shirt collar and shoved him back and up into the wall he'd mentioned before.

Not to choke him. Just to pin him and have him held up the couple inches to his fucking comfort level to kiss him again.

At some point between the first and second kiss, heat had gotten into his eyes. A consuming fire sort of heat.

Matched the way the kiss stole from Pride's influence as much as his lungs.]

[ If Pride had dialed into Lucifer’s need earlier with his requests, then those eyes were like having the realization slam into him like a truck that skidded on black ice. He was not so naive to think that others like himself were prone to emotion that they didn’t necessarily want. It was why Pride was ending up with violent attachments. And it dictated how he handled them. (Poorly, mainly.)

But he was not used to it being so obvious. And certainly not on Lucifer. It sent a weird sensation of violent, buzzing wasps in his chest and up into his ears, drowning out a lot of the already muted ambiance around them.

This wouldn’t do. Had he let his influence slip from the Fallen so badly??? Had he been THAT distracted? Or was it because he felt like he was no longer needed…?

It didn’t matter. What mattered now was how he would go about addressing it. Before the buzzing got louder.

Not looking away, he tucked the sunglasses into Lucifer’s pocket, for now. Didn’t want him hiding behind them again. But he soon reached up to take that face in his hands. Wouldn’t force him to meet his gaze before leaning forward to catch that mouth with his own. He’d seen enough of the staring. He’d let his influence seep in through the contact, digging through the well to feed Lucifer a quick dose before he pulled back just enough to say: ]

Take as much as you want. Whatever you need. [ He said lowly, encouraging even in his words as they tumbled warmly from his lips. ]

You and only you are worthy enough to have my All.

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“You’re doing so well, you’re just a little whore aren’t you?”

“My pretty, brainless doll”

“You look pretty when you’re a struggling, desperate mess”

“That’s it, keep going you dumb slut”

“You’re such a good slut”

[Lucifer's head did slowly unlock itself.

His head fell slowly, face into shoulder with a shuddering exhale of a breath. Everything had just been very intense and...

In Duncan there tended to be more vicious things occurring when someone was at his back.

Nothing vicious had happened, really. But he'd still gone down into a space. He'd cleared out of it now, but...

Still, all he wanted to do was hold onto the Sin. So...this was good. Just scooted into laying down more onto side. Where he could curl and trap the Sin a bit.

Pride might not need to sleep. But, in a human host, Lucifer was tired.]

[ Pride didn't want this to turn into a pity 'poor me' fest, but he still did take some solace in that hold for a little while. Cemented for him, at least, that he was wanted in some way, shape, or form, even if not stated so explicitly. It was enough for him to get arms around Lucifer in turn, shifting so that he didn't feel so small when compared to Duncan's body. Maybe could not be as "beefy" without feeling silly, but could at least be as solid as a fucking tree.

Okay, maybe not that solid, but solid enough.

Got a hand up to run it through Lucifer's hair and just silently stay as they were for a little while. He didn't want to open his mouth. Didn't want to ruin it. And he didn't really 'sleep' like humans did, so that temptation wasn't altogether there either.

He just wanted to exist in some relative peace for a few minutes. For once. Acknowledge to Lucifer that he wasn't always so stupidly skittish and that he could be reliable. Sometimes.

At least this time. ]

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[ He appreciated the warning, pulled up a little so it filled his mouth, humming and continuing to work Lucifer’s cock through his orgasm. Swallowed greedily until there was nothing left, lips and tongue gentle as they collected the last few drops before he pulled off. ]

Fuck yeah, luv. That was a treat.

[ He was going to crawl up and flop down on the bed, half draped over Lucifer. ]

[Couldn’t help the way he was boneless where he was in the aftermath of that. Managed to get arms encircled about Rook. Nosing into his hair. Fairly innocent and affectionate until he remembered something he forgot.

For shame. He’d been too wrapped up in the wrap of Rook’s lips.

He’d remedy that with a sneaky, light, lay of teeth into that spot behind Rook’s ear. Holding him more tightly in place against him as he did. No escape.]

[Pulled him in closer somehow.

Okay, you're here. Still.]

Don't do it again.

[Came rasping harshly out of him by Pride's ear in this little interlude. Lucifer was an infernal mess like the rest of them. Everything important always came out wrong. Like threats and violence.

He was always trying a little harder for the short list of people that got close enough to bother for.

P.S. he knew there was no promise to be made, it would likely happen again.]

[ He fucking knew - it was why he'd felt so compelled to apologize despite that being incredible out of character for him. It had been asking too much to have Lucifer regulate Pride's stupid starvation, pain, hunger spiral that he had full capacity to figure out himself - just hadn't wanted to.

Pride had discovered regret too. He was having it every stupid day for every stupid decision that he had a tendency to make. Mostly for making the people suffer who he didn't actually want to suffer. Wanted a LOT OF PEOPLE TO SUFFER, to be clear.

But not Lucifer.

Pride heard his quickened breaths and his movements paused for just a bit, something in his chest clawing at him. Guilt, regret, hurt, sorry. All in the back of his head as the hand still on Lucifer's leg went upwards further than its partner, pressing against his chest warmly - reassuringly.

Still here. Wanted to stay there. Wanted to be there.

Turned his head enough to kiss Lucifer again, though this one much less aggressive. More solid and slow. It's okay. Reassurances that he could give without saying them out loud. ]

[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. ]

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.