Holding A Magnet To Your Crt Girlfriend's Face For Just A Moment So You Can Watch Her Emotions And Personality

Worship

Hh. Fuck. Okay.

Just ended up catching up Pride's bottom with both his hands and dragging their hips in close together. Such a way as he ended up pressing semi-erection to one of Pride's thighs and Pride would ended up similarly.

Head held in place and pulse hammering away under the kisses on his neck. Breaths more than a little unsteady.

Pride had not a single fucking complaint at the hint of response to his movements. Not quite as fluid, but definitely fucking tenderized lately. Between his realization that he was grieving beings that he did not think he would ever grieve, to the sudden one-eighty that was falling in with the weird half-fae musician, to almost fucking dying too many times lately, he did not have quite as much desire to be playfully aggressive beyond the surface-level.

Ended up keeping one arm around Lucifer while the other coasted up and into his hair. Finding purchase there while he diverted his mouth to steady, maybe slightly greedy kisses along his jaw and down to his neck. Clinging, a bit. Always hungry for him whenever he could find the time and place where he was allowed to be. Where no one saw.

[Handsome, goofy, bonobo husband. He pressed a number more of kisses to his face and lips, brief and soft.] Love you too. [He pulled out of himself from that vulnerable place in him.

Wasting a little bit of soul energy to mimic a minor miracle that cleaned up them both of the mess they'd made without needing to leave for a shower. He wanted to keep him here. Close and warm and his.

Even slipped out of Duncan to press Rook between them too of them. Something Duncan had no problem facilitating by squeezing them both into himself as he settled them into laying comfortably together.]

[ He did. He trusted Lucifer implicitly, explicitly, in every way. Especially with that spot. If he used it 'against him' it was for fun and not to take advantage in a bad way.

Rook was well-addled but made pleased noises about the affection, psychic energy stroking over Lucifer, little staticky prickles touching whatever was available while his higher functions were rebooting. His balls would certainly ache before long, but Rook would say it was well worth it. ]

Luv y'...

[ Managed it more on reflex than anything else, his subconscious need to tell Lucifer still in his mental buffer. ]

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[ Rook always appreciated those hands in his hair. Still kept it long, but he’d have the tie slide down and off so the curls flowed around his face, the ends just about even with the bottom of his pecs.

Rook’s oral was anything but impersonal. Relished the opportunity, devoted and playful and clearly getting his own enjoyment from it. He’d pull off with a wet pop, letting Lucifer’s cock rest against the warmth of his cheek while his hand shifted to rub and cup his balls, pressing an impulsive kiss to his tip. ]

If, in the heat of the moment, you end up pressin’ the spot an’ makin’ me cum, I won’ be upset about it…

[ Would let him know with a saucy grin before taking Lucifer down to the root, swallowing around the familiar shape of him, groaning, pleased, at how full his mouth was. ]

[He certainly took up playing fingers in the length of his hair when it was down. He felt like Rook had grown it out some. Or he had gotten used to it being up. Either way. Luxurious for his wandering fingers. He did brush hair to one side to keep his prized view.

Tugged on it a little while he was laying against the man’s lips and cheek. He’d never get very tired of the way Rook looked like that.]

Noted. [A whiskey warm acknowledgement in the moment before he was in tight heat. Tense and letting out another groan. Head fell back to really enjoy the feeling. First thing he did in the ‘heat of the moment’ was take arm out from behind his head to have both hands in Rook’s hair.

Knowing full well Rook would let him treat him with a little bit of crudeness. Holding him in place as he worked his own hips in a lazy rolling fuck of Rook’s mouth.]

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[ He always enjoyed the way Lucifer so casually and easily stripped. He was happy to lay there, feeling that gaze drag over him, cock doing a little twitch in line with his pleasure at Lucifer’s admiration. And how attracted he was to his husband and Duncan in turn. Then he was in Lucifer’s lap and there was kissing and touching that he very much approved of and leaned into.

Laughed when Lucifer pulled away. ]

Y’welcome t’spend as many of those as y’like, whenever y’like.

[ He would give Lucifer a few of his own kisses in turn, though he would also grind against him at the same time. ]

Fuck, I love you so much. I’m the luckiest kind-of-a-man thing in the universe.

[ But he would slink down between Lucifer’s thighs, legs stretching out behind him and kicking lazily in the air as he settled on his stomach, admiring Lucifer’s cock more directly. Would summon over a damp cloth from the bathroom, taking the dedicated time to wash away any remnants of lube and whatnot while he let his head rest against Lucifer’s thigh. As close to an act of worship as Rook really got outside of a kitchen. ]

You aren’t the only one, yet again. Often together on many things. [He chuckled warm and mild. Content to let Rook be as attentive as he liked. Petting fingers in Rook’s hair while he was resting on his thigh that way. Was a bit intense to have that much attention on one part of himself, but--Rook was that way.

And it did buff his ego nicely to be admired by him.

Rook was easy to reward in some ways and he relaxed back against propped pillows. Inhaling quick when cooler than air damp cloth was cleaning him.] Thoughtful. And chilly. [He remarked. Otherwise patient and appreciating being cared for.]

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[ Rook did love to multitask. He would lean into the petting, though his breath would hitch and he’d shudder whenever he got near the spot. ]

I mean, y’know I’ll never say no t’you, m’love.

[ He would bunt against Lucifer’s thigh, giving him a nod at the question. ]

M’feelin’ lovely. Though, ah, admittedly nervous– not in a bad way, though– about you makin’ me bliss-out with the spot…

[ His turn to chuckle, reaching up to drag his nails down his own throat, scritching around the short scruff at his jaw too. ]

I don’ mind if we stay or head home. You got any more work that needs doin’?

There is some. Always more to get to. Most of it isn’t time sensitive, however. [Though he was not above teasing, he liked to save that spot for special occasions.] Modern life has turned Hell corporate and I’ve come to fit that role a little too well...

[He dipped down to kiss the top of Rook’s head before he went to go open a drawer and peer in at the contents of paperwork. Scowling faintly. He didn’t mind it usually--except when he had to make decisions between Duties and Husband.]

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