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Mmm, well. Y’can blame humans for it, at least. Bureaucracy is a plague on society I don’ think even Hell’s most fucked up minds could have come up with originally.

[ He would take another moment, then push himself back up onto his feet, going to grab his pants at least. ]

There is at least some fun with the whole fuckin’ someone over your desk or havin’ them under it, at least.

[ Once partially clothed, he’d come around behind Lucifer, leaning over him to also look at the paperwork, shamelessly and not at all subtly groping Lucifer’s pecs through his shirt. ] 

Anythin’ I can help with, t’make m’wonderful, sexy husband’s life a lil easier?

Truth enough. All these trappings are very...human. [Blech. Shook out his shoulders a moment like a tingle went up his spine.]

Heh, quite. You fit nicely in both spaces. [He smirked freely about that. Doing a brief and goofy alternating flex of his chest while Rook had hold of it before he refocused, sighing.] Steal me away to a Godless planet with alien extravagance where you and those we love can live outside of all this? [He was joking the same way someone might suggest winning the lottery might solve all the problems.

The paperwork was endless as the drawer was technically more space than it seemed. Some of it was his shipping business. More of it was just...Infernal drudgery. Deal records and suggested nefarious activities and complaints and promotion bids and the like.

He reached in and removed three papers to set on the desk.] I should get these done and the rest can wait.

"I don't neeeed--" Thumb pad found his glans and his breath hitched hard. His thigh was still echoing pain to him and it reverbed off the slick friction given. He didn't need prep, that's the sort of horrid masochist he was.

"As if there's patience for this shit!" He snapped finally followed by a gasp as the mix skittered along his spine. Restless as the rest of him. "There's lubricant in my fuuuuucking suit coat." He added as he reminded himself people did not generally like to physically destroy their partners.

He was no stranger to the roughness of sex, of walking away a little bloody after an encounter.

But conversely, he hadn't exactly cleared much with Lucifer, though did know he healed. Was going by 'he's powerful and would be able to stop him if he really crossed a line' and 'he decided to fuck around with a werewolf' and just doing his best here.

Amused when he figures out what the pattern is on the underwear. Seemed different to what he was used to for the Fallen.

"Not sure you have patience to prep if wanting that," he'd rumble out at Lucifer's nice little cry from the bite. Had to move his mouth off the thigh, but he'd certainly left some bruises there and some shallow scrapes where his teeth had dragged.

Gonna tease his claws on his free hand under Lucifer's boxer briefs, swipe one of those textured paw pads on his thumb tip across the wet head of his cock.

I never feel like I'm enough or even have any worth

[Without taking his eyes off the Sin, he rubbed at the scar at his mouth to keep from smirking and possibly setting him off.]

You have two options, Fretful. You bend yourself over that desk-- [He gestured to the desk in question behind Pride's reclined head.] --or I do.

[A rare offer considering Pride hadn't done a damn thing to earn it. Giving unholy head, not withstanding.]

[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.]

“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 was patient with her. Despite her attempt to make him impatient with her squirming.

"Well, there aren't many places to roll you over without a bed." He did tease to take the edge of her nerves, he hoped. Picking her up was an effortless venture. Letting go of wrists to pick her under her butt and encourage her legs to wrap around his hips as he did. "But I will work it out, not to worry." He added in a gruff mutter.

He took her along with him to the other side of this desk here. There's a nice chair there for him to sit in with her ensconced in lap. (And he can certainty, from there, put his back to work with her on the desk if she does indeed go numbs as she fears at some point. So thoughtful.)

Once there he'd take a moment to stroke her cheek and tell her something else that's important to her earlier confessions, "It's all meat to me. I'm not in it for the thrill or the novelty. Not even for the sex appeal. I'm am, indeed, the Devil. Not some pornography obsessed man that's been picturing you bent over going 'oh' in the most bored monotone for fifteen minutes while visually zoomed in on your cunt." He was laughing at the farcical idea of it before he even finished the sentence.

He cupped her jaw to pull her back in where he could press a millionth kiss like it was the second or third one. "I'm here because you keep getting a giddy smile when I kiss you--and you broke my fucking nose." And the two here not mutually exclusive to his stupid emotional libido.

Oh it was cute how he throbbed in her hand. She started to feel a bit full of herself, smile coming to her lips as a bit of her ego began to trickle in until she felt his hands on her wrists bringing them to her back. Oh my, this was starting to get exciting.

That was until he spoke.

Her smile immediately faded, shame filling her face at being reprimanded even as gently as he did so though she’d lean into his kisses. Then a moment of pause as shame melted into fluster at the further call out about trying to impress him.

“Well…I…I just…” She stammers and squeezes her eyes shut before looking up at him. She looked surprisingly vulnerable, blue eyes shimmering as she failed at squashing this latest pang in her chest.

“I don’t want you to think I’m boring.” The truth escapes her lips before she can stop it, cheeks reddening. “You are the devil after all. You could have anyone and…” She rolls her stomach in an attempt to rub against his cock. “I don’t want you to regret this.”

She takes a deep breath. “What I want..I…I want to sit on your lap and ride you until my legs go numb, then I want you to roll over and keep fucking me anyways. N-not the most exciting thing is it? Heh..” She presses her face into his neck, flustered all over again as she decides to just bite his shoulder. Perfect save.

[Hummed and kissed his cheek before getting up from bed.]

You did, but not unexpected. [It did smell delightful. Always a curious quirk or two on the traditional. He pulled over the chair in the room to set up beside the nightstand.] Don't forget there's things to mind yourself with in the room.

[An open tease as he relaxed to enjoy the meal. Taking a little break for himself. Let the heat in his stomach simmer while he got some much needed calories.]

[ He'd get to enjoy plenty of moans and whines from Rook as he got his fill. It had been a hot minute since they'd indulged quite like this, and the enthused way Lucifer had with his mouth was more than enough to have the mutant arching and hopelessly wet against his tongue.

Always did very fun things to his head and his heart, being the focus of such dedicated attention from his husband. ]

Love you... Love you so f-f-fuckin' much, Lu--!

[ He let out a gasp, thighs tensing as another crest of spine-melting pleasure ran through him. ]

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Y’got me there. Can’t blame me, though, can you? Hard t’keep m’self away for long…

[ Groaned and thrust his hips, cock dragging along Lucifer’s, eyes slipping closed a moment. ]

Fuck, that feels nice. Love you.

What a sight. [He managed to rumble out, low and nearly quiet. Still in a slight mood of treating Rook like eye candy he hadn’t had in a while. Enjoying the sensory delights.

The profession of love, though, smacked him out of it some. In a good way. He let them both go in favor of drawing up thighs a little higher on his own waist and giving himself some guidance to get inside of the man under him. Comfortable with Rook’s limits to punctuate the thrust with a slap of skin. Chest imitating far away thunder as he did in moments like these.

Pleased with Rook. Pleased with himself. A good combination. A touch prideful.

Arms banded over crooked knees and settled hands on narrow hips. Keep Rook fixed in place as he started up a perfectly lewd and familiar rhythm. Enjoying, immediately, the way impact made parts of Rook bounce.]

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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.]