Goddamn Tease. He Comforted Himself With Getting Hands More Back Where He Could Enjoy The Dual Handfuls

"I don't neeeed--" Thumb pad found his glans and his breath hitched hard. His thigh was still echoing pain to him and it reverbed off the slick friction given. He didn't need prep, that's the sort of horrid masochist he was.

"As if there's patience for this shit!" He snapped finally followed by a gasp as the mix skittered along his spine. Restless as the rest of him. "There's lubricant in my fuuuuucking suit coat." He added as he reminded himself people did not generally like to physically destroy their partners.

He was no stranger to the roughness of sex, of walking away a little bloody after an encounter.

But conversely, he hadn't exactly cleared much with Lucifer, though did know he healed. Was going by 'he's powerful and would be able to stop him if he really crossed a line' and 'he decided to fuck around with a werewolf' and just doing his best here.

Amused when he figures out what the pattern is on the underwear. Seemed different to what he was used to for the Fallen.

"Not sure you have patience to prep if wanting that," he'd rumble out at Lucifer's nice little cry from the bite. Had to move his mouth off the thigh, but he'd certainly left some bruises there and some shallow scrapes where his teeth had dragged.

Gonna tease his claws on his free hand under Lucifer's boxer briefs, swipe one of those textured paw pads on his thumb tip across the wet head of his cock.

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

There you go, relaxing is good. Very important. Heated and eager is good and cute, but--Irene easing into the moment was much more suitable.

His general quiet shouldn't be taken for disinterest. Lucifer is enamored and that gave him an intense kind of focus that had a bad habit of way-laying his own needs. For all the well-defined attention he was giving, he was being pliant and attentive. If she was going to tug on his hair and demand a kiss, she was going to get one. Though he was helpful by helping her head turn at a comfortable enough angle by releasing chest and cupping her jaw and chin with fingers. Taking the strain of the effort from her.

He's tucking kisses into the folder of things Irene really gets bothered for. It's a cute thing to keep in mind. Cute often being a code word for a number of things that made his chest flutter with his unique scramble of this is hot to him and also makes Lucifer feel affectionate for a person. She'll get used to it.

Other busy-body hand found the button, as it were, to tease in strokes and circles. Bit of quick and slow. Alternating to find what she responded to most and best. (He's a learning computer, ha!) He was a fiend for Sounds. Quiet, loud, stammered, whispered, reserved, panted--didn't matter. Give him some. He'd eat them up. Literal at the moment given he had her lips occupied and was getting incredibly suggestive with it.

Wasn't too long, either way, that he was delving in fingers and fitting heel of his palm up to that perky spot he'd just been getting to know. He had these parts sometimes. He knew what to do. He also knew he could be ruthless. She had the possibly unfortunate advantage of peaking out a number of more times than he did right now. Boy, was he going to exploit that terribly. And not just because his cock gave a sympathetic twitch as a second digit joined the first to work and stroke into delightfully warm, slick, insides. Palm grinding in a matching rock on the outside.

Also because he owed her some wrecking for his fucking sunglasses (and his nose to a lesser extent).

One moment she was working to free the beast, the next she knew the world had spun on its axis, her back now pressed into his chest. She felt his hands on her pants and she’s quick to unbutton them to make it easier to pull them to her knees. She uses this moment to grind her ass against him with a cheeky smile, one arm hooking around his shoulder to help her stay pressed against him while his hands wandered her body. She kicked with a foot, forcing her pants down the rest of the way.

Her smile fades quickly, melting into a sweet inhaled moan as his hands found their targets. She can’t help the instinctive twitch, biting her lip to help muffle her moans at his gentle stroking as her hands grasped his arms. As his fingers probed deeper, her thighs would first press together. Every catch of his callused fingers would almost shock her body with a lightning bolt of pleasure, making her hips twitch and rub her ass against him. He’d find his fingers quickly and thoroughly slickened as her thighs part, almost as if begging for more.

She tilts her head, giving him free rein of her neck and shoulder, forcing herself to let go of the arm clutching her breast and sliding her fingers through his hair. Using this new grip on his head, she’d try to beg for more kisses with soft needy whimpers as her other hand releases his other arm, now attempting to stroke him through his pants although with the current angle she wasn’t wholly successful.

When he got ONE whole breath, un-assaulted, he was able to answer with some CRANK AND IRE. (Not to diminish the love he felt for certain bonobo man and electronic chatterbox.)

"No! I just--" Calm down. The hardest thing in the world for him to do when he wasn't being antagonized and stripped naked. "I have to be prepared due to certain people." He huffed out with less anger. He was being pragmatic and responsible!

The opposite of whatever this was. Hissing in a breath under the scratching the claws. Hmn. Barely recovering from that when Diet preceded to be a bastard! Coloring up hot in his face all over again before he turned his head away with a jerk. Fucker. May as well have rubbed it into his face.

Not that he got to grind his molars for long.

"Ha-ah!" Future promises lost on Lucifer who was struggling to stay relaxed enough to take all that in a go. Directing tension into his lower belly and shoulders. And the press of knees into either side of Dietrich's hips. Head pushing into his own bicep which knocked shades askew.

Just going to give Lucifer the Biggest Look about the lube in his suit pocket. "Were planning on this? Clairvoyant? Or just hoping someone would indulge?"

Boy, he's having a great time being a nasty old man at Lucifer right now. All those fun reactions, and snapping at him like he's not held down and stretched over Devang's kitchen table.

Dragged his claws up Lucifer's stomach and chest, not being delicate enough to stop some little red lines opening up as he moved the Fallen a little to the side to get at his coat. Found the lube and set it down on the table, dragging the boxer briefs and trousers down Lucifers' thighs and off his legs completely, pausing only to get the Fallen's shoes off one handed, tossing them on the kitchen floor. Setting the trousers and underwear up on the table next to Lucifer. Was all purposeful about it too, letting those pre-smeared sharks sit in easy view. Look what you've done so far, Lucifer.

"There. Now can get at you without pesky clothing in way..."

Looking down at him like he was an all you can eat buffet.

Flipped the bottle of lube around, still doing things one-handed, not going to let Lucifer's wrists go. Not until he was inside him. Got a generous amount of lube on his fingers, pressing two together to Lucifer's entrance, massaging around, half-teasing as he worked one in, then the other in short order.

"Next time will eat ass out properly, when I know you can behave."

[Lucifer was so used to Pride's way of bursting into his space and then vacating with the same quickness that he didn't--

didn't know how to ask. So he kept his arms and hands in that soft iron state he'd learned to use. Firm without being too hard on flesh and bone. Touching along the Sin's back and sides.

Keeping him while he had him.

But prepared to quietly fold in on himself once Pride left. His throat felt blocked and he didn't say anything. Just stayed nosed in his hair for a time.]

[ Pride was hardly ungrateful. Might fuck around and give Rook a whole fucking gift basket for it. Maybe more than that. Who knows.

His own energy was waning and he eventually just rested his head against the other's, arms wrapped around him again like Pride was afraid that if he let go, he'd lose him. Stupid. Weak. Pathetic, even.

Eventually had those words drilling a hole in his head enough that he pulled back just a bit. Would need to abscond soon, he figured. Like he often did after this sort of thing. Like he was afraid to stick around in case something good was ruined by his own stupid mouth.

Maybe he was afraid of that. Said a lot of dumb as fuck things. Didn't think that just because he was enraptured in the moment that it would change.

Didn't look at Lucifer while he was dealing with that thought process. Didn't stand up to leave yet, but obviously wrestling with the desire to go and to stay and whether either one of those was the smartest thing to do. Or the wanted thing. ]

[His ears were hot from that profession as much as the wonderful way that whole body tensioned and bucked up to his mouth before settling down. Then he sat up on the bed, licking lips and taking up napkin from nearby nightstand (with it's tray) to clean up his chin. Looking a little over-calm and bedroom eyed.]

So, what did you make for me, Roh?

[ 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. ]

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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.