[Lucifer Was So Used To Pride's Way Of Bursting Into His Space And Then Vacating With The Same Quickness

Make me feel alive

[Guess they had not covered all the bases.

It was plenty sudden.

He grabbed the front of Pride's suit, after a beat of surprise and confusion, and yanked in such a way as to bring Pride down on his knees in front of the chair, between his own needs. Where the kiss could get crushed back into Pride's stupid fucking mouth.

Jackanape! Asshole.

His grip loosened, but the kiss didn't break. Giving good as he got with teeth and tongue.

Fuck you, actually.]

[ Pride felt himself a bit enclosed there with a roll of his eyes to how that was being done, but that was just as well. Served his purposes fine when he shoved that chair just enough away from himself to spin it around to look at Lucifer in the face. ]

This, idiot.

[ Then leaned down to take Lucifer’s face - not quite caring how aggressive he was being - and pressing his mouth hard to the other’s. Would get teeth involved if he needed to. But he needed to do this either way.

Pride was learning stupid uncomfortable truths about himself and the people around him every fucking day. Whatever. WHATEVER.

Fuck it. ]

"My, my." He did tease. He was going to tease just a little. Make sure she came out the other side spicy. "Didn't even need to touch nothin'." Clit or inside bundle of nerves. It was cute. In that deplorable way things are cute.

He was delightedly ego stroked. Letting her insides milk at his fingers until she settled down and his hand was coated. "Must've really left you unattended too long." A lazy hum while he eased fingers out. Letting her go a moment to peel gloves off and toss them away.

Followed by giving her a roll onto her back where he could comfortably lean over her and give her the begged for kiss. Deep and lingering with plenty of passion laced and passed along her tongue until he knew he'd leave her a tad breathless. "Alright, all yours now, 'Rene."

As promised.

Irene mewls her protest at having her efforts to touch him thwarted, made worse by the fact that he had stopped rubbing her clit. She’d slick herself against his finger in defiance as he captured her hand behind her back, giving him a bit of a dirty look.

“Lucife-ah~!” Her whine is cut off by a small gasp as he sinks those gloved fingers into her, eyes rolling up some as her free hand curled in the sheets. She’d supply him with plenty of sound, moans falling as easily as the wet shlicks made by his fingers. She’d press more against his hand, her walls clenching more around his fingers as he spoke of being all hers.

“Yes yes oh Lucifer yes!” She cries, head thrown back in bliss. She whimpers, attempting to look back at him before just burying her face into the blankets as her legs began to squeeze together. She could feel it coiling in her belly, her legs shaking with the effort as she tried to fight the feeling. She didn’t want to cum already! It’d undoubtedly stoke his ego far more than it needed and she could almost already hear the teasing about how needy she was for him.

However there was only so much she could do in the face of a force of nature and with a cry into the bed and a jerk of her body, she fell into the crashing wave of endorphins. Her body trembled, walls clenching rhythmically against his fingers with small pulsing squirts of slick soaking his wrist and palm. Irene lifts her head to make a soft needy noise towards him, wordlessly begging for kisses as her legs twitched.

[Pulled him in closer somehow.

Okay, you're here. Still.]

Don't do it again.

[Came rasping harshly out of him by Pride's ear in this little interlude. Lucifer was an infernal mess like the rest of them. Everything important always came out wrong. Like threats and violence.

He was always trying a little harder for the short list of people that got close enough to bother for.

P.S. he knew there was no promise to be made, it would likely happen again.]

[ He fucking knew - it was why he'd felt so compelled to apologize despite that being incredible out of character for him. It had been asking too much to have Lucifer regulate Pride's stupid starvation, pain, hunger spiral that he had full capacity to figure out himself - just hadn't wanted to.

Pride had discovered regret too. He was having it every stupid day for every stupid decision that he had a tendency to make. Mostly for making the people suffer who he didn't actually want to suffer. Wanted a LOT OF PEOPLE TO SUFFER, to be clear.

But not Lucifer.

Pride heard his quickened breaths and his movements paused for just a bit, something in his chest clawing at him. Guilt, regret, hurt, sorry. All in the back of his head as the hand still on Lucifer's leg went upwards further than its partner, pressing against his chest warmly - reassuringly.

Still here. Wanted to stay there. Wanted to be there.

Turned his head enough to kiss Lucifer again, though this one much less aggressive. More solid and slow. It's okay. Reassurances that he could give without saying them out loud. ]

"Good to know." About his differences in bodies. To be fair, he had his own little hangups to work through. Lover's hands always felt the same, though. She had nice ones, like all the rest. The heavy petting is nice. Pulls a few shivers of tension here and there that she seemed to soother over with kisses.

Hnk, he didn't mind the mark-bites. At all.

He glanced toward the lubricant and nodded. Coloring some at mention of 'big big'. Stones, what did a 'bit big' mean to Irene?

This body was not extremely flexible so what he had to do was stay on his knees as he scooted closer to nightstand to get bottle. Knew enough to warm lubricant between fingers before he was reaching back with it to get to himself.

Working finger and then fingers. Soft pants and a quiet, stilted groans, for his own work. Whisky warm stare quick to find Irene and watch--not with much comprehension, but watching. Other hand working over his cock in slow strokes.

Content to work himself open until she was ready.

Irene shivers when he kisses her neck, closing her eyes. She was so thankful he was patient with her when that confidence wavered. So used was she to men that couldn’t let go of control or wanted the persona she put on for business that it threw her for a loop when he just wanted…her. All of her. However she wanted to give it to him.

“Okay.” She whispers and smiles when he mentions getting on his knees. “Don’t worry, I remember that at least.”

She strokes his cheek as he sits back, leaning back herself with a smile as he undressed. “I like both your forms, I think I’m just more used to this one.” She tilts her head to the side, letting her hair fall over her shoulder before sitting up with his gentle prompting to touch his chest. Her hands immediately begin to explore, gently stroking and massaging the muscles as she begins to press slow kisses to the now bare skin.

“Mmm..Get yourself ready.” She whispers against his skin before biting into his pec. Gotta leave at least one mark before she could scoot away from him. “I have lube on the bed table. It’s a bit…big so make sure you’re really prepared.”

She runs her tongue along the mark she left, then scoots back to the other side of the bed where she had kept the toy hidden along with the bowl of hot water that she had put the cum lube in to warm. She’d hang off the side of the bed as she secured the dildo into the harness, humming as if she wasn’t just about to wreck his ass in a minute.

Inktober - 12 - Shattered.

i think partly what's so attractive about fucking a man in a suit is the humiliation of it. he probably paid a lot of good money for that suit, which has now become nothing more than a pile of cloth on my floor, satin bunched in his mouth. he probably paid a lot of good money to make himself look nice too and well. heh. im gonna pass out