Divorced Couple Energy Ship Will Always Be Immaculate To Me. We Hate Each Other. We've Seen Each Other

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True. I do find those very flatterin’ t’the ego. An’ they make me want to spoil you more. Use all that leeway.

[ Chuckled when he reached down and felt the chub there. Nice. ]

You did offer me a more direct taste earlier, as I recall…

[ Grinned. They could go back to heavier matters later. For now he wanted to make them both feel good. ]

[Exhaled a light grunt when Rook’s hand found that to feel up.] I did. 

[Lucifer shook his head once in amusement. He sat up and did away with shirt and his pants to deal with later. Took another moment to get Rook’s pants off in a smooth pull and toss. Not really sure why they were dressed, anyway, at all.

Admired Rook laid out under him, naked, before he sat himself down with a prop of pillows behind him. A comfortable recline. He picked up Rook’s hand and kissed the back of it before gently tugging him to join him. Wanted him in his lap at least for a few seconds. Where he could enjoy giving him a couple of passionate kisses and run hands over him. Getting some of his loving bug out of his system before Rook got his ‘taste’.] 

Alright, now you may. [He told him, reluctantly taking hands off him and smirking as he did.] Had to spend a couple of affection points before you went for my cock directly...

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[ Rook pushed past those lines in the sand Lucifer drew around himself, thought it was good for him, to have someone he allowed to get in close past the armour and weapons and violence. He liked being the one to get to See and Know those things, and he didn’t want them to go to waste. ]

Y’make me want t’spoil you, what can I say? I basically pop a boner whenever you smile, these days.

[ Kissed him again, slower this time, more lingering, with a hand splayed over Lucifer’s heart. ]

Bein’ a free whatever-the-fuck I am does have its perks.

Say that like I don’t suffer a similar affliction of the love-chubs. [He drawled before he was kissed and, sure enough, he did have that when it parted. Breathing more shallow and warm. Heart steady in Duncan’s chest, but faster.]

Certainly gives you a lot of leeway in matters like mine. [Pupils had blown now that more of his focus was on the way Rook made him feel rather than heavy matters like whether he was a scar on the world or not.]

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.

[The small blessings of a very sturdy desk, he couldn't have kept himself off the ground before long without it.

He was a mess in minutes. Reluctance to act so distant about getting his insides rearranged melting off him as moments ticked. It was hard to keep it together. Didn't even really want to.

Some years ago, someone installed all these fucking secret tunnels into his chest and more and more people were slipping through them. Not a lot, but more and more...

The sounds Pride made were electrifying. Even more than the sting of his poor dick hitting the underside of the desk in tandem to the Sin's onslaught. Sound of flesh hitting flesh, too, left him seeing a few spots in his vision. It's a lot. It's borderline too much. The claws breaking into his skin at his hips makes it impossible for him to move or think.

There's just--]

P-Pride-- [Slipped out of him urgent and desperate. Uneven and searching. The hand not on desk edge went over his own shoulder to get hold of the fabric of Pride's shirt at the Sin's shoulder while he was leaned in so close. Just trying to anchor. To touch someone as he felt so hollowed out and secure at once.]

[The plan, before Pride had so rudely interrupted, had been to work himself with a bit of lube and his own fingers, but here we are 'god laughs' and all that.

Hard to say how he would have weathered out a more dry and brutal approach, but Pride hadn't gone that route.

Don't fucking artificially inflate his ego right now! His head and heart were all over the place and he didn't know where they got off to, just that he felt sore about their recent manhandling.]

H-ah! [A short, sharp, cry into the surface of the desk. That's a lot to just take in a swift go. When he truly wasn't used to being under someone else, especially. It's a hot, fiery, lance of a sensation to be suddenly full despite any resistance his body might've offered. Felt only marginally different from the sting of pressed in claws.

He sent a hand up to blindly find the edge over his own head to grip tightly, making the wood there creak. Focus frighteningly narrow on the grip, fill, and hold on his hips. Aware of the warmth radiating off of the Sin hovering so close to his back. Comforted.]

"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.

[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. ]

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.]

'Feelers' like m'some kinda insect... so rude, luv...

[ Mock-sighed, but he would indeed use his 'feelers' to unbutton and start stripping Lucifer down, fumbling only a little when his chest was played with. ]

A-Ah... Jus' remember as delicious as I am... m'harder t'replace than the fruit an' such...

[ Not that there was any real worry. And, to be completely honest with himself, he wouldn't even be big mad if Lucifer did take a bite out of him at some point... ]

Thinking about doms in collars. They crawl on all fours, make soft noises, nuzzle your tights just until you let your guard down, just for pinning you against the floor and biting your neck so hard blood paints their lips. They growl and fuck you rough and senseless as you pull their leash, and you realize you're not the one in control anymore; you never were. You are prey and will be treated as such.

[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. ]

[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. ]