Eat Me. Want Me. Grind My Bones Into Dust, Sprinkle Me Onto Every Meal. I Just Want Your Hands On Me.

Make me feel alive

[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. ]

[The kiss was well received and returned. It's a good kiss. Pulls some tension out of him even before any hands were to be on his shoulders in the future. Letting out a quiet sigh when it broke. Gaze less sharp.]

Yeah, alright. As you like to spoil me.

[He'd expected to be taken to something hard and flushed when he wasn't. O-oh. That was a rare treat. Hm. He pulled hand to get remained of any fabric out of the way.] I was wondering why you were still in underwear. Sneak.

[Someone was getting a bit of whipped cream on the outer folds before Lucifer went right in to lap it up. Until he could get in further with his tongue and lap a lot more than that. Laying on his stomach for comfort by then.]

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.]

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[A low chuckle came out of him, watching Pride do everything except what he clearly wanted to do.]

Never thought I'd see the day--a Sin showing some restraint. [His tone had certainly shifted. Hand in Pride's hair coming around to frame up around his neck and under his chin and jaw. Keeping his face nice and turned upward to his gaze. Leaning down a moment to lave tongue over the spot of wetness he'd left behind on cheek.]

Go on, touch it.

[Once he'd leaned back up a little more upright. Make sure he could see everything.]

[ With literally anyone else, he might have minded very much. But just then? Nah. Didn’t give one singular fuck what sorts of fluids Lucifer wanted to leave on him. In him? Maybe eventually.

He let out a small sound of upset when he was pulled away, but the demand of him was distracting. Pride huffed out a little breath as he wore the smallest of appeasing grins. If he must.

Was a relief, of a sort, when he reached down to undo his own belt and buttons and zipper. Pulled himself free with a harsh exhale and tried not to immediately chase the urge to give himself some further relief. Was a little more slow about it, pretending to adjust himself for comfort and likely failing to not give himself some sort of stimulation.

He was too achingly hard to ignore it for much longer. Even being free from his stupid pants was only the tiniest bit of relief. ]

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.

fucking someone to the point they go from talking back and being bratty to being a nonverbal whimpering mess is a need