Stressreliefx - Stress Relief

i think partly what's so attractive about fucking a man in a suit is the humiliation of it. he probably paid a lot of good money for that suit, which has now become nothing more than a pile of cloth on my floor, satin bunched in his mouth. he probably paid a lot of good money to make himself look nice too and well. heh. im gonna pass out

[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. ]

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?

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At this point he was pretty used to his suits getting FUCKED. But if he ties survived, he ate the consequences really.

He heard that non-verbal desperation loud and clear. Frankly he was echoing it with a very slight variation of 'fuckmesobad'. Couple of messy infernals, always.

Hands found their way back to butt, but got under clothing that time. Urging Pride to rub into his thigh because it made it that much easier to do the same into Pride's. With the added bonus of something soft to palm and grope.

Always had a fucking mood when thinking too hard about Lucifer, really. Fucking stupid Fallen had a part of his brain constantly in a chokehold. Only got to act on it so often that when he could, it came out in some level of pent up positive aggression. Not caring enough to keep any real barriers up for the sake of ego when he was having nails against his back like that. Swore under his breath and pressed his hips in a steady grind up against Lucifer's leg with eager want.

Obsessed with all of the sensory inputs he was getting just then. Made a point of non-verbal 'wantyousofuckingbad' by kissing him hard and fast. Hands up and reaching for that dumb tie of his to undo it. Still not breaking his own rule of keeping himself from doing any damage to Lucifer's clothing.

Always wanted consideration for his own when he could get it, so made sure he paid that forward in kind.

[Lucifer's head did slowly unlock itself.

His head fell slowly, face into shoulder with a shuddering exhale of a breath. Everything had just been very intense and...

In Duncan there tended to be more vicious things occurring when someone was at his back.

Nothing vicious had happened, really. But he'd still gone down into a space. He'd cleared out of it now, but...

Still, all he wanted to do was hold onto the Sin. So...this was good. Just scooted into laying down more onto side. Where he could curl and trap the Sin a bit.

Pride might not need to sleep. But, in a human host, Lucifer was tired.]

[ Pride didn't want this to turn into a pity 'poor me' fest, but he still did take some solace in that hold for a little while. Cemented for him, at least, that he was wanted in some way, shape, or form, even if not stated so explicitly. It was enough for him to get arms around Lucifer in turn, shifting so that he didn't feel so small when compared to Duncan's body. Maybe could not be as "beefy" without feeling silly, but could at least be as solid as a fucking tree.

Okay, maybe not that solid, but solid enough.

Got a hand up to run it through Lucifer's hair and just silently stay as they were for a little while. He didn't want to open his mouth. Didn't want to ruin it. And he didn't really 'sleep' like humans did, so that temptation wasn't altogether there either.

He just wanted to exist in some relative peace for a few minutes. For once. Acknowledge to Lucifer that he wasn't always so stupidly skittish and that he could be reliable. Sometimes.

At least this time. ]

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I would still be as wildly attracted even if you went full dad-bod with it. But he does make for a very good show like this too, can admit. [ Reaching out to squeeze the bouncy pecs and fondle the abs. ]

All tits are good tits. I like y’other ones plenty too.

[ Rook would deliberately brush a foot over Lucifer’s clothed chub. ]

Oh, I can think of at least one thing we’d prolly both enjoy hangin’ onto…

[ He’s also feeling silly. ]

[Hissed in a breath between chuckles. That’s his dick, sir. It’d become more than a chub by now. Very much anticipating.]

It is a good bit to hand onto. [He agreed while fly was undone and both dress pants and underlying underwear was removed. Discarded. He came up closer at that point. Close enough to catch up both erections in palm to stroke together.]

Be a wonderful sexpot of a husband and get the lube out of the back of the lower drawer.

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.

[He didn't know if he could silence the Hell Noise in Pride anymore than he could silence his own. Most he'd ever managed was pushing it into the background of his psyche and hoping nothing gave it the push to come stomping out to the front.

But he could use Duncan's big beefy arms to encircle the Sin when he came in close. They were good for holding. Knew that form personal experience.

Still in his patch of emotional fallout, he didn't say anything and kept being of a sort of service. Though, at least, the desire to rub hand along the demon's back was an affectionately based one. Not a mindless thing he did. Sometimes he just had a little unintentional PTSD flare up.

He still pushed his head back into Pride's and kept him squeezed in firm.]

[ Pride didn’t turn around when Lucifer came back. Still stuck in debate and staring at his stupid crown and railing at the things that his mind so desperately wanted him to believe.

It was all so fucking

LOUD.

He fought it in the only way he knew how. Chasing impulse. Finally turned to look at Lucifer - god he was pretty in any form - and then back down to his dumb little crown. Ended up crushing it in his hand before going right on ahead and slinking over to where Lucifer was and nudging his big stupid lizard head against the Fallen’s.

Shut the Hell Noise up for me just for now. I want to stay. Please please. ]

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wow what a pretty boy...he would look beautiful writhing in pain and crying in agony