Stressreliefx - Stress Relief

Always took a moment for him to process things on the other side of teleportations and portals.

When he did catch up, he was a little dumb struck. That sure is Irene in a sweet little number. Mostly sweet because it's Irene.

Then she's in his space. Up against him, warm and--Look, okay, he loved her. Hit him like a brick in the face for a second. Hands up to hold onto her waist, soft leather on exposed skin. Lost a quip to that kiss that came with a soft exhale against her lips when it parted.

Set him back a couple seconds on cognition again. Insecure?

"'Rene, you've got nothin' to worry about." It's a weak, but honest assurance. He was already a bit chubbed up against her hip before she even got to other talking points.

Like pegging. Which brought some heat forward into his face. Though some of her wording had him concerned in a different way.

"You don't have to do that--unless you find enjoyment." He brushed some of her hair behind her ear and otherwise trailed some of it between fingers.

"I'm a very guilty service switch." Used to be most a service-top. But...well, things seemed to have changed. More an even flip while wearing Duncan, at least. "I want to be what makes you feel good."

Lucifer would be treated to a rather exquisite sight when he appeared, Irene bent over the edge of the bed with her phone still in her hands. She’d be undressed, wearing only a black and crimson matching lace bra and panty. When she hears his voice she straightens up some, tossing her loose hair over her shoulder as she gives him a sparkling smile.

“Aha~ I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away~” She coos, straightening up fully and walking to him to slide her arms around his neck. She leans up to kiss him, slow and purposeful as one hand slides down to twist itself in his tie.

“I…was feeling a little…feeling insecure you could say, so I figured what better way to solve that then to do a nice sex about it?” She whispers against his lips. “I uh…bought an attachment for myself to help pleasure you since I don’t have..well since I don’t have a dick.”

She kisses him again, smiling against his lips. “I wanna be able to give you everything you could ever want…so..how about it?”

Worship

I just want to be pinned down and stretched out by a big cock forcing its way in my wet hole, getting fucked untill i can only moan and wimper while getting praised for taking it so well.

Hnk! [The thud of the back of his head into table was to distract from the way his dick just twitched. The bite had just been searing. All one enhanced burst of visceral sensation, pain and pleasure indistinguishable. Even broken skin didn't make a different.

Not a context that made him want to suppress the intimate reaction, either. Not entirely. Just a bit out of stubbornness and pride at most.

There was a dotted spot of wetness to his trousers by then. And his abdomen fluttered under the tongue.

Mouth had gone a little dry. Realizing that Diet never intended to jump any guns, but seemed to want to torture him with this. He had regrets floating around somewhere in his head.]

[ He would shred one of them one day. When he got one of the ones Lucifer didn't care about so much.

But the Fallen was being real good for him right now. Could see that hard line in his trousers, flattered, really, and would let his smaller front teeth seize that perked nipple between them, little harder than he would for a standard human. Flicked his tongue over it before letting it go.

Continuing down. Letting his big, warm, fluffy head rest right over Lucifer's boner, tongue swiping along the Fallen's stomach, through the hair there. ]

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.

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.

He got very narrow in his awareness and perception in a HURRY. Stance loosing some stability and traction in the effort to chase hips into hand. Bit overeager in his own right. Skin plenty flushed from sudden stroke and squeeze. Bit of pearled pre gathering under teasing thumb. "F--fu--"

He didn't get to finish that sentiment when Pride gave him a spin and another firm shove. At least the cool surface of the wall felt nice on overheated cheek and mildly welted up chest.

Sharp contrast to the hot breath presently against the back of his neck. And the body pressed into his. He aught to feel something other than satisfaction to have Pride dry grinding into his ass, but--

Sometimes it's just gratifying be badly wanted.

"This isn't--" A rough, shaky, breath as he turned forehead to wall. "--what i meant by paying--paying dues." It'd hard to concentrate when he could imagine hardness currently mocking the act being inside him instead.

He would put up with that groping and grinding for only so long. Until he could unbutton shirt buttons to get hands and nails along Lucifer's chest to touch and feel and scrape. Then wandering hands down to his belt to undo. Until he could reach into pants and wrap fingers tantalizingly around that erection so he could stroke and squeeze, thumb coasting over the tip with purpose.

Just in case he wasn't worked up enough.

But wouldn't linger too long. Would eventually get Lucifer by the hips to tug him away enough to turn him around and press him flush against that wall. Urgent and feverish in his movements to the point of impatience, for just a few brief moments when he pressed hips in a grind to Lucifer before he could even get himself undressed properly to do the damn thing.

EMBARASSING, HONESTLY. But he was a bit ravenous, at the moment. Too much to care.

He ended up more distracted than that. Perusing the Vox-Folder after saving the latest image there. There were a couple of others there. Ones he'd stolen and ones he'd taken. Cream filled easter bunny. Heh, a painted screen. He was more of an audio man, but he did appreciate those aftermath pictures. And the ones he'd just half-snuck in the day to day that weren't even explicit. Just Vox having down time in his dumb shark pajamas. Or one where he caught Valentino and Vox napping on the couch.

One he managed to catch where Vox had that singular dopey fond smile on his face.

Ended up distracted for a good ten minutes, perusing.

Alright, fine, he'll take five more minutes to unzip and adjust things around until he could take a suggestive picture of his own.

[txt; img] he had fly on his dress pants undone, red boxer-briefs left in place, but he had a significant bulge and he'd arranged so the very tip of his erection, pink, was visible above the waist line against the white shirt he was wearing

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by chasingtheshiftinglight