Stressreliefx - Stress Relief

"It is a BIT of a sausage fest around these parts. Makes 'shebang' a bit of a misnomer." Yell at Rook about him being humorous in these intimate moments. He'd started to coast, while she was talking and giving him kisses, some fingers under the waist band of her panties with intent.

Interrupted sharply by the tug on his tie. The tent in under his fly is a bit painful by the time he's stumbling along after her. And not much because of all the talk of pseudo-cocks and creampies. That just made his skin prickle with a touch of embarrassment to have his kinks pointed out. Was he that obvious?

You know what?

He picked up some pep to his step and closed the gap between her, him, and the bed in fell swoop that ended with her pressed faced down over the edge of the bed. Where he (gently) held her down by the back of her neck. Fitting trapped erection against her ass for a not so subtle grind.

"I don't do mommy or daddy things. And I'm the king around here." He took a moment to rumble right up against the shell of her ear. Other hand making short work of her bra clasps with an over familiar with pinch to release it. Hooked finger under a strap to ease it over one of her shoulders while he was speaking. "But you can be My Love. My feisty 'Rene eager to talk a big game so it sounds a little less like begging me to fuck you blind. If you like." Little bit cocky.

That's how it went with Lucifer most of the time. Either bulldoze him or get bulldozed instead.

The feeling of his gloves on her waist bring goosebumps to her skin, a shiver running up his spine as she leans a bit to give him a touch more friction against her hip.

She presses kisses along his jaw, closing her eyes as she showers him in her love. “Mmm..you say that…but..as far as I can tell, I’m the only girl in the whole shebang.” She whispers. Might as well get it out in the open. “I…I don’t want you not be happy when you’re with me because I can’t provide the same services.”

Irene runs her hand along his shoulder, burying her face into his neck and kissing there as well. She lets her teeth graze the skin, teasing him.

“So…I thought we could try it. I’ve never done it before and the one I got is special. It comes with like thick lube done up like cum and a tube through the whole thing so I can creampie you. I’ll fill you up and you can fill me up~” She kisses his neck again, now stepping back towards the bed and using his tie to bring him with her. “How do you feel about dirty talk like calling me mommy..? You can also call me something like your majesty or my queen if that’s more comfortable for you. Just something else I was thinking about. We don’t have to either if you don’t like it.”

[Gave a matching hitched exhale when pulled away from. Already flushing a good bit from the kisses on the back of his neck, he didn't get any lighter--there's a bit of a leaking happening without Pride still in him. Someone could kill the Fallen with the knowing of what that did to Lucifer's mental space to feel.

He didn't have time to worry about that as he was turned and kissed. Bracing his own backside to the desk edge just so he could keep his feet while Duncan's knees refused to lock up.

Certainly got fingers into Pride's shirt to keep him dragged in close to his front. Exchanging kisses like one might barter for air.

That's all it took for the Rook tenderized idiot. Hot and cold. Hard and soft. Pain and pleasure. Well plied and intentionally given. All the fight had gone out of him. He just wanted Pride right where he was. Taking him right out of his own hands and gripped in the Sin's.]

[ Lucifer could not have been any more wanted in that moment than Pride wanted him. Rivaled how he felt so long ago. Pressed a few warm, amorous kisses to the back of his neck before he took a few seconds to slowly decouple them. Hissing between his teeth a little with some of the sensitivity of the act.

Got a hand up to turn Lucifer around so he could fawn over him a little. Kiss him with a kind of fucked up passion that he'd deny later too.

Couldn't help it. Couldn't fucking help it, he didn't deserve the Fallen and yet he was here and he was real and he was everything, at least for this small moment between them. ]

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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.]

Let him not be a beefcake? Forget it. [He joked openly with Rook. Tossing shirt off to the side and reaching to bounce one of Duncan’s very generous pecs.] Look at that. It’s too much. [He broke into his own chortle. Kind of brushing gently over the fact he did keep Duncan’s body well-fed and well worked out to maintain this physique.] What am I without tits, honestly? [Extra silly. As he got to unbuckling his belt and sliding that off.] What the hell would I even hold onto on this man if he wasn’t built like a brickhouse? It’d be impossible.

Always around you.

[Hmn. He kissed along the scar there before he sat back up.]

Swear I don't have a thing for feeding. Just so fucking hungry all the time, as you know. [Sighed as he picked up a berry to pop into his mouth directly.]

'Feelers' like m'some kinda insect... so rude, luv...

[ Mock-sighed, but he would indeed use his 'feelers' to unbutton and start stripping Lucifer down, fumbling only a little when his chest was played with. ]

A-Ah... Jus' remember as delicious as I am... m'harder t'replace than the fruit an' such...

[ Not that there was any real worry. And, to be completely honest with himself, he wouldn't even be big mad if Lucifer did take a bite out of him at some point... ]

[Why was the Sin grabbing his face and not fucking doing what he was to--

So unexpected was the turn around that he hit the desk with a startled grunt and a fairly dumb blink down at the desk surface under his face. Realizing he'd lost control of the situation and bristled.

His face was overheated and he knew that meant he was bright red. So he hid a bit by pushing forehead into the surface of the desk. Truth of the matter was, he was inconceivably strong. So if he wasn't fixing this situation in some way, it was very telling.

About as much as his silent reach to hook thumbs under waist band and easing everything down to just near his knees. Don't look at him.

He had the opposite want on eyes that Pride did. When he was feeling exposed and vulnerable. A mix of uncertainty and want leaving him a bit shaky.

This felt different than the first time he'd given himself over.]

[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.]

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Oh, I think it does everyone some good.

[ Rook could have stared at Lucifer’s eyes for hours if he could, they were beautiful, though the tears he wanted to help brush away. He’d wrap his arms around Lucifer, tight but not trapping, firm and protective and loving. ]

People, I think, do respect you. Know that y’Fair. An’ there’s a few people y’learned t’tolerate…

Y’softened up, just a little, an’ I don’ think it’s bad. Y’not the beast y’used t’be, anyway. I don’ think so, at least.

Existence isn’ exactly easy, but, well, at the very least, makes me love you even more. If there’s anythin’ else I can do, y’need only say the word an’ I’ll make it happen. Don’ even need a Deal for it, since I love you that much.

[ Trying to bring it back a little playful. Didn’t think Lucifer wanted to be universally beloved, given his broad disdain for humanity, but Rook would do just about anything to see Lucifer happy. ]

[Had anyone else said all of those things, he might’ve gotten angry. Or defensive. Or both angry and defensive. At the very least, told them they needed to shut up and they didn’t obviously understand a damned thing they thought they did.

But Rook did Know something and that made it hard to rally against. So he didn’t. Helped that the statements were true even if some of them bristled at his Working Ego.]

I know you would. You give me everything I want already. No Deals needed.

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[ Rook knows Lucifer loves him like precious few others. He just wanted to hear it out loud every now and then. Rationed them out, like they were precious treasures, because they were. He’d let Lucifer take his time, keeping up little affectionate touches. Would lean forward enough and lift Lucifer up to bring their lips together, just a tad awkwardly with the angle. ]

Thank you. You do look extremely good on y’knees, when y’are there. Always make sure I appreciate the sight.

[ Hummed, tilting his head. ]

There might be a lot of hate in there, true, but there’s love too, as we both know. An’ other things besides those. Y’more than jus’ the hate, but it is part of you too. But I do also know y’pretty much the strongest bein’ I’ve encountered in terms of Who You Are, an’ you still Choose how t’act, even when y’seethin’ with rage an’ hate, an’ fuck do I admire that, even if I don’ always agree with the outcome.

[He’d teared up a little despite himself. Drops of water at eye corners while he’d been speaking. Couldn’t help that. It’s a vulnerable thing he does for Rook, baring out tenderness. Though it often felt like something of his shoulders afterward. He returned the kiss warmly and blinked his eyes clear.]

Heh. [Humored until the more serious bit. The bit that made him pull Rook down where he could hold him with his head on the man’s chest.] Fat good it does me. Or anyone else.

If I keep a toy inside while out and about, I can cheat the system.