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His back impacting the wall certainly earned a grunt of lost air. Not that he had a hard time sucking more air in with a hiss to the teeth in his skin. Pride was certainly having a mood.

Not that he had room to complain. Their frequent hit and misses kept him high key all on his own.

His own hands were more direct. Tugging at shirt on Pride to untuck it. To get to skin and drag nails along lower back.

The resulting friction was enough to make sure that he was well on his way to being just as aroused, though he was not at all satisfied with just doing this here without something to press up against. Ended up using his grasp on Lucifer to give him a bit of a fervent shove back into the nearest wall. Gave him a bit of leverage that way.

Hands drifting then. Sides and hips, pressing wandering fingertips. Getting lips and teeth at the flesh just beneath Lucifer's ear. Wanted to hear those breaths. Were just the right encouragement to keep going.

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[He used to have a stare that was just seething, ball busting, critically acclaimed, hate.

It'd been a few years since then. He could muster the loathing to make a grown man shrink small as their dick was, but...

It was still Piercing. Cut through a person and scattered shadows in 'em. That was there as ever. But right now, today, they had a sadness that didn't usually lurk in the semi-open unless he was on a whole suicidal number of quaaludes. Haunted, too, in their lack of glinting clarity.

The day old redness framing his eyes, didn't help either. He'd been, apparently, ugly crying hard enough for the damage to stick.

Don't discredit Rook. Lucifer was just prone to a cycle of melancholy. He was relatively recovered--and then he wasn't.

He still didn't squeeze, but his jaw was creaking. And he was back to looking down at Pride's mouth alone.

There were many reasons he covered his eyes all the time. They told on him too much.]

[ A hand at his throat was less than he expected and truly probably kinder than he deserved. He swallowed a bit when he felt those fingers there. Did not think he wanted Donovan to take any damage that couldn’t be mended…

My Pride, Lucifer had said. The statement had him suppressing his own little shiver. Couldn’t let the other see that.

With a careful hand, he steadily removed the glasses, fixing his own red-ringed eyes on the other’s. Not afraid or judgmental. Whatever he found, he had no doubts that it was all Lucifer.

Even in Host- Still beautiful. ]

When I get to it, impatient Nelly. [Tsked without any real anger.

He was mildly delighting in getting Rook naked right now. Sue him. Hands dragged shirt up and off Rook to finish the job. He was being lazy when he made Rook do the complicated parts with his telekinesis was all.] I haven’t gotten to  ogle my own bonobo husband it at least a week.

[Once he’d gotten the shirt to drop and join the rest on the floor, he was raking gaze right over Rook. Coming back up after a beat to trace the scar he left in script across collarbones with rough finger tips. Somehow he forgot about that little detail on the other and appreciated it anew.]

[Rumbled under the bruising teeth in his chest, worrying teeth into his own lower lip a moment. Trying to focus and make a decision--A difficult thing to do when his husband was also feeling him up.

Fuck it. His focus came back to Rook with that pinpoint way he had. Got hold of his chin between a couple of fingers and stole another heated kiss before, low and direct;] 

Get out of these. [Free hand tugging at the waist band of his trousers. Well aware what all waited there, thank you.]

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.