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He was certainly opened up.

Took an impressive amount of self control not to tense back up at the loss. A nasally, breathy, whine breaking quarantine.

Fuck, okay, maybe he bit off a lot here. That became really crystal when he finally got too good of a feel of Dietrich dragging his cock along him. That's a gut wrecker. The realization felt delirious. Still horny, but a lot more concerned.

The tapering glans was hardly the worst, even gave him some forewarning. Still made the most embarrassing fucking sound when the stretch and resistance came. So much for breathing calm for the hitch that came with the warble of a whine.

Forgot he was supposed to be pinned and yanked a hand free from Diet's grip to cover his face with his arm. He was so fucking exposed and he wasn't used to breaking down in front of the wolfman.

That was good. That's what he wanted.

Once he was confident he wouldn't cause too much of an issue, he'd pull his fingers free, angling to get a satisfied look at that hole of his, all prepped and ready.

"Been good so far, can have reward," he'd growl out, finally freeing himself from his jogging pants, slicking the red length of his cock up as he pressed the sheathe right back. A good nine inches and thick, pointed at the end, the knot just starting to swell near the base. He'd let it rest a moment over Lucifer's cock, teasing, even let it leave a wet smear of pre against the Fallen's stomach before he'd draw his hips back enough to press that first inch slowly inside.

"Nice and easy, there we go..."

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[ He would reward Lucifer with some kisses along his jaw and throat when he was spun around, clinging happily to him. And then they were in bed, and he would snuggle up to him, dragging fingers through Lucifer’s hair. ]

Absolutely bafflin’ how I make y’into all this, isn’ it?

[ Snorted. ]

Y’been burnin’ the candle at both ends again, looks like, Lucifer. Need some time t’relax…

[Leaned into the fingers in his hair and snuffed out some air.]

Completely and always. Don’t think I’m going to figure it out since I still haven’t.

[He set his head on Rook’s lap and sighed. Full of air he was getting out of himself. Extension of him relaxing, maybe.]

I know. I know. Soon. You know how I feel about October. I’ll take a whole break then. For now, you can complain about it in the meantime. As long as you also call me handsome and pretty and wonderful. [He had that praise thing, after all.]

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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.

[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.]

[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. ]

ain’t nothing wroooooong…….with a lil chub on tuuuum….

Always took a moment for him to process things on the other side of teleportations and portals.

When he did catch up, he was a little dumb struck. That sure is Irene in a sweet little number. Mostly sweet because it's Irene.

Then she's in his space. Up against him, warm and--Look, okay, he loved her. Hit him like a brick in the face for a second. Hands up to hold onto her waist, soft leather on exposed skin. Lost a quip to that kiss that came with a soft exhale against her lips when it parted.

Set him back a couple seconds on cognition again. Insecure?

"'Rene, you've got nothin' to worry about." It's a weak, but honest assurance. He was already a bit chubbed up against her hip before she even got to other talking points.

Like pegging. Which brought some heat forward into his face. Though some of her wording had him concerned in a different way.

"You don't have to do that--unless you find enjoyment." He brushed some of her hair behind her ear and otherwise trailed some of it between fingers.

"I'm a very guilty service switch." Used to be most a service-top. But...well, things seemed to have changed. More an even flip while wearing Duncan, at least. "I want to be what makes you feel good."

Lucifer would be treated to a rather exquisite sight when he appeared, Irene bent over the edge of the bed with her phone still in her hands. She’d be undressed, wearing only a black and crimson matching lace bra and panty. When she hears his voice she straightens up some, tossing her loose hair over her shoulder as she gives him a sparkling smile.

“Aha~ I knew you wouldn’t be able to stay away~” She coos, straightening up fully and walking to him to slide her arms around his neck. She leans up to kiss him, slow and purposeful as one hand slides down to twist itself in his tie.

“I…was feeling a little…feeling insecure you could say, so I figured what better way to solve that then to do a nice sex about it?” She whispers against his lips. “I uh…bought an attachment for myself to help pleasure you since I don’t have..well since I don’t have a dick.”

She kisses him again, smiling against his lips. “I wanna be able to give you everything you could ever want…so..how about it?”

[Lucifer's face heated up on him and he didn't want to talk about that. Swallowing hard once the tongue was on his throat.]

You think damned souls manage themselves? I'm the only thing between you and Asmodeus trying to smash planes together, for one thing. [Calling his work useless. Fuck you, sir.]

And what use has that been, hm? So much wasted energy and now pinned down here under big, bad werewolf...

[ Leaned down and was going to be an ass and shove his face against Lucifer's throat, let his human teeth scrape over it, catching against Adam's apple before following with a wet lap of his tongue. ]

Tasty little treat...

Hh. Fuck. Okay.

Just ended up catching up Pride's bottom with both his hands and dragging their hips in close together. Such a way as he ended up pressing semi-erection to one of Pride's thighs and Pride would ended up similarly.

Head held in place and pulse hammering away under the kisses on his neck. Breaths more than a little unsteady.

Pride had not a single fucking complaint at the hint of response to his movements. Not quite as fluid, but definitely fucking tenderized lately. Between his realization that he was grieving beings that he did not think he would ever grieve, to the sudden one-eighty that was falling in with the weird half-fae musician, to almost fucking dying too many times lately, he did not have quite as much desire to be playfully aggressive beyond the surface-level.

Ended up keeping one arm around Lucifer while the other coasted up and into his hair. Finding purchase there while he diverted his mouth to steady, maybe slightly greedy kisses along his jaw and down to his neck. Clinging, a bit. Always hungry for him whenever he could find the time and place where he was allowed to be. Where no one saw.

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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.]

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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.