Stressreliefx - Stress Relief

I’m in the mood to put the dom in domestic.

Yes, I want to completely ruin you with my hands and mouth until you’re shaking and unable to speak more than a few words. I want you to feel like depraved and dirty had never looked or sounded more lovely than when you were moaning for me. I want your spirits high and your energy so low that you are balancing in a blissful state of half-aware consciousness.

But, I also want to have scrubbed the bath and washed the towels prior so that I can help you get cleaned up and maybe run you a bath. I can replace the bedding while you finish washing up or drying off. I want to put on music from the kitchen just loud enough so that you can lay in bed and know exactly where to find me should you need anything - so that you know I’m there for you - and cook a meal that I know you’ll love.

I know it sounds like a lot of effort on my end, but if someone so adorable and precious is going to let me take care of them, how could I not want that?

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[ He was feeling very smug about making Lucifer of all people blush so much. Laughed when he was scooped and legs twitched when he was smacked. ]

That I am.

[ Would reach down to squeeze Lucifer’s ass in turn. ] Not complainin’ about the treatment it gets me, though…

[ Shivered with the jump and the change in background senses as they returned home. Made him very briefly dizzy, but reaching out to rattle a few of their belongings helped him readjust. ]

[Once there, he did get nicer about shifting Rook around into more of a bridal carry. Just to get him to Lucifer ridiculous inground bed of extravagance. Laying into it himself shortly after. Groaning out some air. He hadn’t actually been in this thing for at least a week. Soft.]

Does you favors. Somehow.

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[ Rook liked the intensity of it, especially when he concentrated on the way the pen scored those lines into the paper and left its trail of ink behind. Shuddered a bit about it. ]

Oh, well. I know y’could always stop me if I did somethin’ you really didn’ like.

But I do also know how, ah, stuff down here works. So I appreciate the risk. Plus I won’ lie I do get a nice lil Prideful thrill whenever I get t’call you m’husband, got you all wrapped around m’finger in this gay as fuck relationship an’ family an’ everythin’. Y’mine an’ I’m yours, jus’ ‘cause we decided we want it like that.

[ Wouldn’t call him on the blush directly but would take it as an excuse to get even hammier about the affection. ]

[The push on the haminess certainly spread the color across his nose bridge and a bit into his cheeks. Fucking. Stones. Made his ears start burning enough for him to notice and reach up to rub at one of the edges of one. Not used to the sensation when he occupied Duncan.

He stood up suddenly and scooped Rook. Putting him over shoulder with arm banded across the back of his knees to start walking with him. Taking a brief pause to smack him on the butt as he stepped them through time-space in a jump to get them to the house.]

Menace.

He ended up more distracted than that. Perusing the Vox-Folder after saving the latest image there. There were a couple of others there. Ones he'd stolen and ones he'd taken. Cream filled easter bunny. Heh, a painted screen. He was more of an audio man, but he did appreciate those aftermath pictures. And the ones he'd just half-snuck in the day to day that weren't even explicit. Just Vox having down time in his dumb shark pajamas. Or one where he caught Valentino and Vox napping on the couch.

One he managed to catch where Vox had that singular dopey fond smile on his face.

Ended up distracted for a good ten minutes, perusing.

Alright, fine, he'll take five more minutes to unzip and adjust things around until he could take a suggestive picture of his own.

[txt; img] he had fly on his dress pants undone, red boxer-briefs left in place, but he had a significant bulge and he'd arranged so the very tip of his erection, pink, was visible above the waist line against the white shirt he was wearing

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[His tie was pretty fiddle-able. He took to letting his stare wander while they were talking. Ignoring a rumble in his stomach--ugh, endless.]

So, the difficulties at present is not getting my suit covered in confections. [Even as he reached up and swiped up the less solid of the treats to have a taste from finger. Distinctly near a nipple with that.]

[ Rook did know Lucifer far too well. Had wormed his way into his life and had grown like kuzdu around the Fallen's heart.

Trusted it wouldn't be too long before Lucifer arrived, only looking through a few other photos on his phone in the meanwhile before he was looking up at his husband. Mischievous grin spreading across his face. Left his phone hovering in the air, though it floated to the side. ]

Ah, well, someone has to bedevil the devil, or sommat like that.

S'like... enrichment. An' it lets me see you from some of y'best angles...

[ Would reach out to fiddle with the end of Lucifer's tie, careful not to upset the snacks still decorating his body. Snickered, because he could. ]

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.

getting a boner when you're exclusively a bottom is so funny it's like i'm not gonna do anything with this lol. it's like if you could blush with your penis

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