Stop Teasing You? Let You Cum?

[How does it feel? To whip your emotions and thoughts around at break neck speeds? He'd like TO FUCKING KNOW.

I can think of some more. [Eyes lidding all the more as Pride came in near. Don't tell anyone, but his dick did a tiny alert twitch on his thigh when the Sin came in near long before Pride started saying something to him at his ear.

Some reason he didn't think Pride would take the second offer.

Narrowed gaze went from nearly sleepy soft, whiskey lazy. To sharp and dangerous as he stood up. Stepping up close and bumping Pride back until the back of the Sin's thighs were bitten by the edge of the desk in question.

He stared down at Pride's face for a few tense seconds--then reached to one side to open a drawer in the desk, taking out the bottle of lubricant.]

Move. [Like he hadn't just nearly trapped the Sin where he was. And also like he didn't plan to budge to make it easier Pride to squirm back out of that space. He wasn't.]

[ He was having a bit of whiplash here. Took him a few heated seconds to process what he was being told - what he was being asked. He spared a glance back at the desk before turning his attention back to Lucifer. ]

That's a terrible pet name.

[ But he decided to push himself up to stand, willing his legs to not shudder at all - that wouldn't do. Leaned over and pressed a steady and purposeful kiss right beneath Lucifer's ear. Ended up gesturing to the desk just as Lucifer had. ]

Far be it from me to pass up an opportunity.

[ He was antsy. Held no promises about not being aggressive. Probably obvious by how red his irises were; betrayed his infernal nature even in Host. ]

With some time to adjust and get used to things, he started to breathe more deeply. More paced. Despite all the warm laves of tongue trying to make him go bonkers.

Got so far as to make his hands unclench. He was, however, still stubbornly keeping sounds in his throat. Biting his own lower lip hard with an arch that takes some of his spine right off the table when third finger is added to the mix. To his credit, he kept his body relaxed.

"Y-yes." A stuttered answer once his spine was back on table and he could respond without sounding too wildly overwhelmed. Full was good. Full was something different with this body.

Hm. Well. He'd keep that in mind.

He'd let Lucifer buck and writhe between those two points of contact, letting his tongue dip further down the shaft, flat and flickering and able to curl around the thick heft of him.

Otherwise just keeping things at that level for now-- he could hear the man's heartbeat hammering, and those shallow breaths were a trouble. Kept working his fingers in and out steadily, tongue dragging up the Fallen's torso again.

Didn't need him passing out.

"We see how well you take it, hm? Like being nice and full?"

He would then work one more finger inside, slow, just to make sure he had a chance of getting himself in all the way.

Heeee lacked a return quip.

All he had was 'yes', and that sounded a little to eager for his sense of pride.

As it was he was struggling not to he noisy. He was getting spoiled on being treated this way. "Hngk! F-fuck!" A harsh gasp still came out of him at first. That's not a lot of prep work.

Not that the bit of lacing pain-pleasure heat did anything at all to inhabit a damn thing about his enjoyment. Just coiled around his nervous system right along side the nails along his front that made him do a very sensual arch of his back. Body trying to meet two things at once between nails and the cock taking his voice away from him--quick and unforgiving.

He slapped palm to wall for the balance and leverage to steady himself enough for pressing back into sequential thrusts. Other hand was back and gripping at Pride's hip. He's a mess, breathing in hard, hot, huffs that intermingle with heady groans and stilted gasps.

Couldn't call him 'blindsided', but Pride sure decided to steamroll him.

v

Lucifer’s comment could only pull a fucking stupid, overheated and enamored laugh out of Pride, pressing his own forehead to the back of Lucifer’s neck.

“I know. Isn’t it better?” He rumbled in pleasant amusement before he was tugging and pulling until they were both free from the confines of those restraining pants. Where Pride could BE NICE, for once, and make short work of manifesting some lubricant that he could stroke onto himself a few brief moments.

Not so nice that he wasn’t going to be rather unceremonious about pressing deep and burying himself to the hilt as he got an arm under Lucifer’s so he could pull him flush and against himself by the chest. More touching and feeling and scraping with blunt nails over pectorals and nipples and down to his belly. Appreciating and getting his fill of sensory bliss while his hips began to move with rhythm, and not a steady or slow one either.

And disturb all that art you've mad--oh, you mean with your invisible feelers. [He could be intelligent with a budding erection, shh. He did take a pause to hold tie away and he leaned over and laved tongue over one of those perky bits of Rook's chest. Teeth scraping before he pulled up and away again.]

Hm, sure.

Well. I suppose you'll jus' have t'take it off then...

[ Faux innocent at him, even as he shivered from the touch, nips perking in anticipation. He did, presently, have boxers on, slung low on his waist, though that was it. The cream was hand-whipped and flavoured with champagne. As a treat. ]

I can help, if y'like.

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.

v

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.”

At this point he was pretty used to his suits getting FUCKED. But if he ties survived, he ate the consequences really.

He heard that non-verbal desperation loud and clear. Frankly he was echoing it with a very slight variation of 'fuckmesobad'. Couple of messy infernals, always.

Hands found their way back to butt, but got under clothing that time. Urging Pride to rub into his thigh because it made it that much easier to do the same into Pride's. With the added bonus of something soft to palm and grope.

Always had a fucking mood when thinking too hard about Lucifer, really. Fucking stupid Fallen had a part of his brain constantly in a chokehold. Only got to act on it so often that when he could, it came out in some level of pent up positive aggression. Not caring enough to keep any real barriers up for the sake of ego when he was having nails against his back like that. Swore under his breath and pressed his hips in a steady grind up against Lucifer's leg with eager want.

Obsessed with all of the sensory inputs he was getting just then. Made a point of non-verbal 'wantyousofuckingbad' by kissing him hard and fast. Hands up and reaching for that dumb tie of his to undo it. Still not breaking his own rule of keeping himself from doing any damage to Lucifer's clothing.

Always wanted consideration for his own when he could get it, so made sure he paid that forward in kind.

ooc;

ok so if anyone is curious as to how this mess with lucifer started it was a crack discussion that got way out of hand so for context: here's some of the mini rp

(warning for nsfw topics, touching on abuse from the hands of people they've cared about and other things, also some naughty business.)

the real nitty gritty rp when it went full serious is:

here

(nsfw fun times here, also valentino shows up to be a dick but nothing happens except him getting his ass beat)

its not finished by any means and all that but u know, i think asche writes beautifully so i had to add what we have so far~ <3

@burningfeathersx