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[Without taking his eyes off the Sin, he rubbed at the scar at his mouth to keep from smirking and possibly setting him off.]

You have two options, Fretful. You bend yourself over that desk-- [He gestured to the desk in question behind Pride's reclined head.] --or I do.

[A rare offer considering Pride hadn't done a damn thing to earn it. Giving unholy head, not withstanding.]

[He was getting some of the appeal Stan found in himself.

Obedience is good. Obedience with a threat of defiance was much sweeter. Obedience given rather than forced.

Rumbled with quiet the scar pulled smirk as he watched Pride, never the less, lean back and start doing as he told him to. It is an exceptional view, all told. One he deigned to take sunglasses off for. Giving them a toss onto desk out of the way, careless. Let him rove lidded stare over the Sin.

He lazily set cheek into palm.]

Don't get too ahead of yourself... [Warned the Sin as he got enthusiastic with himself.

He was taking a moment to get his desire more to a manageable level. And pondering what exactly he wanted to do to Pride. Mouth a bit dry as he considered the options.]

mmmh can I get smothered in praise and fucked hard, please

Stop teasing you? Let you cum?

Why would I want to? Desperation looks too good on you for me to do that, sweet thing. Going all red and whiny like that, gasping and panting on my fingers or my tongue. You sound so sweet when you're begging like that, too.

Why would I ever let you cum?

[Hummed and kissed his cheek before getting up from bed.]

You did, but not unexpected. [It did smell delightful. Always a curious quirk or two on the traditional. He pulled over the chair in the room to set up beside the nightstand.] Don't forget there's things to mind yourself with in the room.

[An open tease as he relaxed to enjoy the meal. Taking a little break for himself. Let the heat in his stomach simmer while he got some much needed calories.]

[ He'd get to enjoy plenty of moans and whines from Rook as he got his fill. It had been a hot minute since they'd indulged quite like this, and the enthused way Lucifer had with his mouth was more than enough to have the mutant arching and hopelessly wet against his tongue.

Always did very fun things to his head and his heart, being the focus of such dedicated attention from his husband. ]

Love you... Love you so f-f-fuckin' much, Lu--!

[ He let out a gasp, thighs tensing as another crest of spine-melting pleasure ran through him. ]

[Naturally his head lifted to take stock of the change of reality. It's...

He knows to some degree what Pride is doing. What he'd always done. Slid up next to him with soft little whispering purrs that got him to put his logic down like a draw bridge lowered and let Pride in where he could fuck him up.

That is what Lucifer was expecting, wasn't it? Inviting, even?

Again, it'd been a century or two. Stan wasn't pulverizing Lucifer's sense of self on the regular anymore.

Yet...he still wanted the boost. The attention. The little purr.

His attention eased back onto Pride and he lifted hand to get hold of his face by his chin. Duncan had very large hands for that sort of thing. Leaned his head down the scant couple of inches in the difference of heights between them to be hovering by Pride's ear.]

Tell me some of the reasons. [He said it like an order, but it was a question. A tender request for some praise.]

For a reason. [ His voice had softened to a practical purr. One that he - if asked, he might say - that he reserved only for the Fallen. ]

There were a lot of others I could have courted danger with; risked being burned a hundred times over for. But none of them seemed as worthy of delivering that fate than you.

[ Pride stepped closer then, manipulating the space around them to a slow turn- he couldn’t stop time or anything, but he could make it seem that way. The outside world was muffled and distant. In his little bubble, he would keep Lucifer’s vulnerability secret. Nobody else needed to know. ]

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[ Rook was paying attention to what was being written. Finding the deliberate way Lucifer wrote on the pages almost erotic. Not that it was difficult for him to find most things erotic. But he could feel more of that. ]

Well, m’lucky m’allowed to. Least I can do for someone who literally gave me a piece of his heart. An’ who keeps me around despite all of my, well, everythin’.

[ Chuckled. Knew he was a handful. ]

[His handwriting hadn’t changed much over the years. It’s a curt style for all the careful way he wrote. He pressed a bit too hard on paper. He wasn’t sure why Rook would get tingly about it, but he was pretty used to Rook just being that way by now.

Second paper went into the bin.]

I don’t think you were particularly worried about allowance all this time. [Lucifer snorted and waved it off a little about the heart piece. Remembering and ears gaining a rare bit of color while in Duncan. He didn’t blush often.

He signed the final paper after reading it over. Some plans to open an Amazon warehouse by a mid-level demon looking for approval. That was added to the bin and he put pen away.] Not so painful.

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[ He wouldn’t turn down even more affection from Lucifer, humming into the kiss, edging back and forth across the line of sweet and chaste and getting messy about it. ]

How lucky am I t’have a husband who takes such care organisin’ things for my comfort.

[ Licked his lips, enjoying the buzz lingering there from the kiss. ]

The paddin’ is good. Helps remind me not t’jus’ break out of them when I get desperate.

Least I can do for someone that would willingly cramp themselves under a desk like that for me. [Lucifer picked up pen to write on the documents each in turn. Taking time and diligence like he did for most things.]

Or call me husband. [A quiet truth spoken in that. Signing first paper and setting it to the side into a desk organizer that had some papers in it already. They’d be collected and redistributed once he left for the day.]

[He used to have a stare that was just seething, ball busting, critically acclaimed, hate.

It'd been a few years since then. He could muster the loathing to make a grown man shrink small as their dick was, but...

It was still Piercing. Cut through a person and scattered shadows in 'em. That was there as ever. But right now, today, they had a sadness that didn't usually lurk in the semi-open unless he was on a whole suicidal number of quaaludes. Haunted, too, in their lack of glinting clarity.

The day old redness framing his eyes, didn't help either. He'd been, apparently, ugly crying hard enough for the damage to stick.

Don't discredit Rook. Lucifer was just prone to a cycle of melancholy. He was relatively recovered--and then he wasn't.

He still didn't squeeze, but his jaw was creaking. And he was back to looking down at Pride's mouth alone.

There were many reasons he covered his eyes all the time. They told on him too much.]

[ A hand at his throat was less than he expected and truly probably kinder than he deserved. He swallowed a bit when he felt those fingers there. Did not think he wanted Donovan to take any damage that couldn’t be mended…

My Pride, Lucifer had said. The statement had him suppressing his own little shiver. Couldn’t let the other see that.

With a careful hand, he steadily removed the glasses, fixing his own red-ringed eyes on the other’s. Not afraid or judgmental. Whatever he found, he had no doubts that it was all Lucifer.

Even in Host- Still beautiful. ]

[An easy request to fulfill. Knew Rook to be flexible enough. Keeping him pressed into desk was easy too. The hard part was wanting to keep his hand on Rook’s throat.

Another time, when he was in a form with more hands.

For now, he reluctantly removed it in favor of helping the other hook under knees and push them up and then back down into Rook’s shoulders. Keeping steady pressure on back of thighs to keep them there.

This was really putting the poor desk to the test as much as it was likely doing to Rook. There’s a creaking that Lucifer was ignoring. It was sturdy wood.]

Make a mess on my desk. [Lucifer finally found a number of thoughts and words. A playfully cruel grin on his lips as he was upright in favor of holding Rook down to take him fully to root now.] We both know who is going to clean it up for me. [A knowing velvety statement.]

[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.]

eat me. want me. grind my bones into dust, sprinkle me onto every meal. i just want your hands on me. your teeth. your tongue. i have grown desperate for you. i need to be inside of you so you can never get rid of me even after i'm gone.

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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.