[Lucifer's Head Did Slowly Unlock Itself.

Got me there. [He chuckled with a slight shake of his head in amusement. Tiny thrill making the fine hairs on the back of his neck prickle to the next set of verbal reminders along with the scar. Gave ink beflowered shoulder a kiss as he stepped in close once more. Liked feeling the warmth of the man through his clothing.

Also a better place to pick him up by the waist to take over to nearby desk. Setting the man up on the surface. Standing between knees while he was devesting suit coat. Followed by finishing the unfastening of shirt buttons and cuff links to get that off. The show to be had was when he tugged and pulled white under shirt up and off over his head. Lots of ways to make muscles in his chest and stomach and arms move for that action.

Seemed only fair after he’d gotten his eye full of Rook.]

[Rumbled under the bruising teeth in his chest, worrying teeth into his own lower lip a moment. Trying to focus and make a decision--A difficult thing to do when his husband was also feeling him up.

Fuck it. His focus came back to Rook with that pinpoint way he had. Got hold of his chin between a couple of fingers and stole another heated kiss before, low and direct;] 

Get out of these. [Free hand tugging at the waist band of his trousers. Well aware what all waited there, thank you.]

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

[Barked a laugh despite himself. Larynx bobbed with a swallow while Rook was at his throat like that. Inspired a great tenderness and that always translated to one of his absurdly triggered love chubs. It was just a little upsetting for his ego when he got worked up so quick over virtually nothing especially horny going on.

Not so idly taking stock of surfaces near to them while his shirt was being undone.]

[Rook was terrible about his affectionately spicy mischiefs. He gave another light snort when he was let freeeee.]

I’m the sweet one? I didn’t even rub your back. Must have me mistaken for one of your other attention sources.

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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.

Shirt first, huh? Curious choice, if you asked him. Used to people going belt first, honestly.

But the layers complaint was an all too common one. So he obliged. Got his hands off her, but doubted she'd mind if he could slip the fabrics off faster than she could. Which, with how much practice he had getting in and out of suits, he certainly could.

He did groan into the exchange of kisses for the teasing grind she was giving him. Can't be helped. Getting suit coat and button up shirt off, along with tie, and the distraction of her pressed up against him so intimately did make for slightly uncoordinated kisses. It's a trade-off. But he kept them honest and as well-met as possible. She seemed to like them. Wanted her like them. Wanted her to feel good and remember her confidence.

He broke the changed to pull the last layer off his torso for her. The undershirt had to come up over his head to join the small pile he was leaving behind his back on the desk. Better? He even left the gloves off and put behind him too.

Surprising lack of scars on his chest and arms. Just smooth skin padded over stone built muscle. Back had four slit shape scars, unseen. Hands were a bit..gnarled up. Duncan's profession in life had made them rough and the callouses had only ever gotten a bit softer on the pads and palms.

He was, by this point, giving himself over to her whims. Seemed he always had a little more experience than the other person on how to give up some control in intimate moments. He had limits, but...they were looser somehow.

Lucifer leaned back in close with his face once he was out of the worst of the suit layers to give something of an appeasement nibble to her jaw near her chin. Sneaking hands to her waist. Tugging her shirt from being tucked and smoothing skin over her sides underneath. Only fair he got a bit of skin-to-skin for being so well behaved~

Her lips part as his thumb brushes over them, brows furrowed as she bites down on the tip of his thumb with an expression of indignant anger. How dare he laugh at her, especially in a moment like this! She had half a mind to-!

But then his lips were on hers and she could think of nothing else. Her lips were soft and malleable against his, eager to accept his kiss. God how she adored kisses. Her arms slide up as he pulls her closer, now wrapping around his neck to keep him close as her own tongue followed his without hesitation.

She’s eager to take that step between his legs, taking advantage of the control he gave her as the thigh he currently rubbed against would begin to gently grind against him.

One arm slips from her grip on his shoulders, sliding down to begin pulling at his shirt without breaking the kiss . Damn these layers. She wanted them OFF but not enough to actually stop kissing him.

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We do work very well with each other, s’true.

[ Enjoyed the petting and gave an apologetic kiss to Lucifer’s thigh. ]

Sorry. You’ll be warm enough soon, luv, I promise.

[ He wouldn’t spend too much time on it, sending the cloth back to the sink and trailing kisses along the shaft before taking it into his warm, wet mouth, tongue laving along the underside up to the sensitive bundle of nerves at the head. Hummed appreciatively at the familiar sensation, letting it vibrate around Lucifer’s cock. ]

[Lucifer was content to let his fingers stay nestled in curls. Sure, Rook was giving him oral, but that didn’t mean it had to be impersonal.

He tucked free arm behind his head as he let out a low rumble of a groan. Lids lowering as he watched the man work his mouth and tongue on him. Just as pleasurable as the actual activities happening. Though they were certainly a treat that drew a breathy moan out of him as well.]

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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.]

[There’s the bonobo he knows and loves. Earned a brief and groan interrupted chuckle. Thrusts unsteady through Rook’s orgasm. Gaze darkening as he rode through it. Swiping thumb through what was still on abdomen to have his own taste. He put in all the work to make it, after all.

Then he withdrew from Rook, taking his own cock in hand to add to the pooling mess there with a few firm and quick strokes. Bucking into the circle of his fingers as he spilled out. Making sure there was plenty to make Rook lick up. He deserved that as much.

He gave one of Rook’s thighs a squeeze before he stepped away to give him space and freedom.] Make sure to get all of it. Wouldn’t want to make the cleaning lady deal with it instead. Poor thing struggles enough with the blood some days. [Smug and retrieving strewn about clothing. He would put Rook’s in a neat pile on nearby visitor’s seat, at least. While putting on the minimum of his own.]

[Rook was a great sight. A more fantastic sound. Always attuned to noise more than anything. His husband really liked to talk and he really hit a sweet spot on praise and vocal-ity. Tended to make Lucifer’s spine tingle.

Had him taking a hand off hip to reach up and settle around Rook’s throat, pressing fingers along the man’s jaw and chin. Stare getting keen on his husband’s mouth. Palm against his throat. Holding without squeezing. though it was easy to brace the grip against resistance of collarbones at the same time to stop the same jostle he’d been enjoying. Make the thrusts a bit deeper and more jarring for Rook.

Leaning down and over him, against him, trapping member between stomachs, and kissing the man’s bottom lip. Making a very raw and pleased sound back. An entreating sound, too. He could rarely think around Rook’s body, but he did adore the man’s voice.]

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?”