Getting My Face Slapped With A Dick Before I Can Take It Inside My Mouth Is Such A Little Sort Of Teasing

god, but arrogance turns me on. the smirk on your face, the self-important way you tilt your chin. you think you’re so special, don’t you, baby? i wonder if you’ll still feel so smug, when i break you down.

He grinned a little Too Smug as he's pulled along--ears getting a little pink is a side thing. Walking up on his knees either side of her to follow. Obedient and focused. Rumbling a growl that was as close as he could get to a purr with Duncan's vocals.

When he was no longer following, he braced hands on bed and held himself up in place. Chin tilting to give her more room to be at his throat. Before he was just leaning into the touch on his face.

"I did say anything for you." He reminded her. He thought that was a pretty good answer. Sucking in some air when her teeth were on his neck. "You can fuck me with it. I can fuck you. This form. The other. Yours." Tried to be more direct and articulate. While some of his brain was slipping away from him at the sound of his buckle being undone. As he'd known it would.

“I’m…I’m gonna eat you..” Irene hisses, though there’s no real power behind it as she squirms. He would get the spicy he wanted in the form of her practically clawing at him after he flips her over, pulling him down.

Even as spicy as she was, she still melts into the kiss as she usually does. She’s needy, moaning as hands grasp at his suit, his shoulders, and settling for capturing his tie in her hands to keep him from pulling away too far from her. He’d be fed an ample supply of moans and soft pants, her teeth finding his lip and pulling it gently when he moves to speak.

“Finally~” She whispers and scoots back, pulling his tie to bring him up with her. “Now get your ass up here so I can rip your clothes off.”

She pauses mid pull to go in for another kiss, pulling her bra off from where it dangled at her elbow and throwing it across the room before moving to nibble his chin to his neck. She’d pause, still a bit hazy before cupping his cheek. “You know, you never did answer me about if you wanted to try that toy. I’m going to drain you like a succubus regardless but thought I’d offer before I do so.”

She then lowers her head, kissing and suckling on his neck as her free hand begins working on his belt buckle.

[As usual, there came a point where he was overwhelmed. Driven to hide his face somewhere and his carefully maintained expression broke down into a much less collected front. Had his face down in a palm to lay teeth into the meat of the bit below his thumb just as Pride started getting noisy in his endeavors.

He was weak for that sort of thing. Went along his spine like a line of snap dragons.

The rest was fire on the nerves that kept his attention very pinpoint focused. Pleasure and pain had always been the same knife.

There's a sore temptation to grip fingers into Pride's hair and get savage with it. Lurks with left over anger. But he didn't fucking want that. He wanted...

Much. More.

Fuck, maybe he could be greedy. He took hand away from his own face and got it against the space between Pride's shoulders, other hand's finger using the hold in his hair to press him down. Could get Pride to struggle a bit--and then take a little mercy. Let his irritation go fully for a moment of Pride's discomfort.]

[ No, no. Pride's point was to make sure that Lucifer continued to suffer (in a good way that wasn't actually suffering).

His hands pressed and soothed over the other's thighs, gripping tight as he took Lucifer deep into his mouth to the point where it the deep thrum of his enamored groan would probably be very pointedly felt. Fingers did dance upwards at the same time, sneaking under Lucifer's shirt again to feel and soothe over the skin there. A few biting nails put into the mix whenever he slid his tongue along the underside of Lucifer's arousal.

To him, it tasted so good. His eyes were shut and he had fingers in his hair and he was moaning a little bit like a slut in a way that he had not felt compelled to do before, and so he was letting himself fall into it entirely.

Felt his own chest ache and his own stomach filled with something that felt like bees and he was really hating his own pants right about then. Almost in pain by how aroused he was. ]

[The dirty pleasure of being generously defiled soothed over any worn out strings the moments before. Biting his own lower lip and trying not to sound a slut about that part specifically. Let alone the flash bangs of teeth and claws splitting skin.

He was pliant. He'd been pliant for a bit now. He remained so. Squeezed in and gripped tight. He didn't fight it. He didn't want to.

When did he start feeling safe and wanted? Every day he felt more like singing glass.

Keep him. He's yours and you're mine.]

[ Pride did not have the wherewithal to judge Lucifer's tip over the edge. He was not any fucking better. Claws dug into the Fallen's chest as if trying to pull him even closer than they already were - might've pulled blood with it, but didn't even have the mental fortitude to process that either.

The tendril wrapped around Lucifer provided just enough follow-up after feeling him reach that final throe to likely overstimulate. Only stopping when Pride himself followed him right over the edge, spilling heavy as he buried teeth into Lucifer's shoulder, though that did little to muffle the practical whine that left him as he shut his eyes tight.

May or may not have felt some burning at the corners of his eyes, but if you ever mentioned that, he would deny it up and down.

He didn't pull away from Lucifer right away. Too busy getting both arms around him to squeeze him tight against himself as he buried his face into the Fallen's shoulder. Hiding there. ]

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.

[Having his suits shredded every so often wasn't the worst thing. Erotic, even.

But there was a little more to someone taking the time to mind his clothing, too. His shirts were at least more replaceable than the coats and pants--and ties. Many of his ties were sentimental gifts. People liked to buy him ties. And the bits and bobs like tie pins and cuff links. He appreciated, to some extent, the differential care.

His a little busy worrying, stupidly, about the form change. That is more than a four inch differential, now. Think he'd be over that shit by now--being smaller while in Duncan. He wasn't.

Stones, when did he get full on hard? Somewhere in the middle of everything Diet was doing. He'd gone momentarily deaf, too, apparently. Skin from his throat to his chest plenty flushed--an obvious thing given Duncan's complexion.

Head dropped back against table when his body tried to full on betray him with an arch toward tongue one one roved over a pearled up nipple. He's calm! He's real chill! He's not breathing a little harder through his nose or anything.]

[ He didn't need to. Dietrich could feel and see it, and it set his own senses alight. Like getting the scent of a rabbit on the wind and then hearing its rapid heartbeat like a dinner bell. ]

Micromanaging boss, hm? Checks out.

[ Gonna shift so he can get both of Lucifer's wrists in one hand, felt a few seams pop but whatever. They could be sewed up or replaced. Freed hand was going to go down and ever-so-delicately pluck open Lucifer's jacket buttons. He'd gotten in trouble for ruining the last one, and tempting as it was to properly shred this one, he'd be nice. Tie could stay, that could be useful. But he'd get his teeth on the shirt he was wearing and give Lucifer a wicked little grin and then tear it open, savouring the little pings of buttons coming off. More skin for him to get his (bigger, wetter) tongue on. ]

Man, she liked to make him laugh and he did again when she was trying to announce her orgasm. Like he was going to stop??? Haha!

Cute.

"I've got you." A sultry purr against the shell of one of her ears. She was worried about the wrong thing. All she needed to fuss about was having a little death. He'd handle the rest. And he did.

The whimpers had him cued in. "That's it, 'Rene."

Sure enough, there she goes! Humorous thought aside, he hit his own limit nearly immediately. Sopping, hot, and rhythmically clenching is a hard invitation to dodge. "Hah--Hahfuck!"

Still hits him like a mac truck. He should of asked some key questions, but it's too late now. He added to that wet mess to make it sticky within a few hard bucks that fill and overfill. Empties him out and leaves him face down in desk desk to her head, huffing hard to catch his breath. Grip on her wrists loose and no longer pressing her down into the wood so much as laying against her there while his brain cells tried to find land in a wash of feel-good chemicals.

“Eek!”

Irene’s sudden cry of surprise rings forth, arms clutching onto him in a momentary panic of falling over before her back hits the desk. Then she was folded in half, hands trapped above her. She arches, that first well aimed thrust stealing her voice as her eyes roll up but her silence didn’t last for long.

She writhes underneath him, cries echoing in the office and undoubtedly interrupting any conversation that her workers might have had outside. She was going to have nothing on her desk, the pens he had carefully placed back into their cup being flung to the floor along side all the papers.

“F-Fuck Lucifer! You’re gonna! You’re gonna make me cum!”

Her body tensed, air catching in her lungs as her toes curled in the air. She could only manage soft whimpers at this point, mind going blank except for the overwhelming pleasure that built in her belly before it snapped. She’d jerk with an almost scream, body arching and legs quaking as her walls spasmed around his length. There was another gush of slick, dripping off the desk as her body did its instinctual best to milk him for everything he was worth.

[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. ]

[The whine in his throat turned into a groan when it hit the back of his teeth as his hair was pulled to put him upright. Vision felt swimmy as all seemed redoubled. As the Sin pressed up against his back and made him feel exposed and covered on one sense jangling coin.

He could barely touch the surface of the desk with his fingertips and had no hope of holding onto anything. Goodbye anchors.

All he had were the claws to remind him where he was and who had him caught in a snare. Oh, and the voice buzzing right up against his ear. Ignorant to his own that kept pelting out sharp and broken and aching.

Only half aware he'd unraveled fully into a pile of frayed yarn. Painted quite a translucent white picture over the dark leather writing pad on his desk as insides tightened to match the outpouring.]

[ He would have been completely lost even without his name seeping from Lucifer's lips. Fuck. Fuck fuck. That just cemented his fervor, doubled by the grip to her shirt. Decided on something just then that he had to chase or else he was going to lose his entire fucking mind.

Without separating them, he got a hand up into Lucifer's hair, using it to, albeit roughly, pull him up and off of that desk to be flush right up against Pride. Didn't leave it there. Ended up just getting that same hand up and under Lucifer's shirt to his chest to hold him tight against himself, the other hand still clawing at hip and a helpful tendril snaking its way from Pride's back to come around Lucifer's front and wrap around his member, pumping him hard at the same time that Pride's thrusts continued from behind.

Wanted Lucifer fully against himself, wanted him wholly, wanted nothing but him. He was gasping and moaning openly into the Fallen's ear and he had zero ability to keep himself from it. Don't Forget Me, don't forget again, I'm here and I'm not fucking going anywhere. ]

Ff-Uck... Luc... [ Couldn't even get his full fucking name out. Fuck. ]

Praise kink Degradation kink

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“You’re doing so well, you’re just a little whore aren’t you?”

“My pretty, brainless doll”

“You look pretty when you’re a struggling, desperate mess”

“That’s it, keep going you dumb slut”

“You’re such a good slut”