Took Him A Few Letters To Realize What She Was Doing. His Brain Was Top Notch Smart Right Now.

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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.

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[ He wouldn’t turn down even more affection from Lucifer, humming into the kiss, edging back and forth across the line of sweet and chaste and getting messy about it. ]

How lucky am I t’have a husband who takes such care organisin’ things for my comfort.

[ Licked his lips, enjoying the buzz lingering there from the kiss. ]

The paddin’ is good. Helps remind me not t’jus’ break out of them when I get desperate.

Least I can do for someone that would willingly cramp themselves under a desk like that for me. [Lucifer picked up pen to write on the documents each in turn. Taking time and diligence like he did for most things.]

Or call me husband. [A quiet truth spoken in that. Signing first paper and setting it to the side into a desk organizer that had some papers in it already. They’d be collected and redistributed once he left for the day.]

Shirt first, huh? Curious choice, if you asked him. Used to people going belt first, honestly.

But the layers complaint was an all too common one. So he obliged. Got his hands off her, but doubted she'd mind if he could slip the fabrics off faster than she could. Which, with how much practice he had getting in and out of suits, he certainly could.

He did groan into the exchange of kisses for the teasing grind she was giving him. Can't be helped. Getting suit coat and button up shirt off, along with tie, and the distraction of her pressed up against him so intimately did make for slightly uncoordinated kisses. It's a trade-off. But he kept them honest and as well-met as possible. She seemed to like them. Wanted her like them. Wanted her to feel good and remember her confidence.

He broke the changed to pull the last layer off his torso for her. The undershirt had to come up over his head to join the small pile he was leaving behind his back on the desk. Better? He even left the gloves off and put behind him too.

Surprising lack of scars on his chest and arms. Just smooth skin padded over stone built muscle. Back had four slit shape scars, unseen. Hands were a bit..gnarled up. Duncan's profession in life had made them rough and the callouses had only ever gotten a bit softer on the pads and palms.

He was, by this point, giving himself over to her whims. Seemed he always had a little more experience than the other person on how to give up some control in intimate moments. He had limits, but...they were looser somehow.

Lucifer leaned back in close with his face once he was out of the worst of the suit layers to give something of an appeasement nibble to her jaw near her chin. Sneaking hands to her waist. Tugging her shirt from being tucked and smoothing skin over her sides underneath. Only fair he got a bit of skin-to-skin for being so well behaved~

Her lips part as his thumb brushes over them, brows furrowed as she bites down on the tip of his thumb with an expression of indignant anger. How dare he laugh at her, especially in a moment like this! She had half a mind to-!

But then his lips were on hers and she could think of nothing else. Her lips were soft and malleable against his, eager to accept his kiss. God how she adored kisses. Her arms slide up as he pulls her closer, now wrapping around his neck to keep him close as her own tongue followed his without hesitation.

She’s eager to take that step between his legs, taking advantage of the control he gave her as the thigh he currently rubbed against would begin to gently grind against him.

One arm slips from her grip on his shoulders, sliding down to begin pulling at his shirt without breaking the kiss . Damn these layers. She wanted them OFF but not enough to actually stop kissing him.

Inktober - 12 - Shattered.

[How does it feel? To whip your emotions and thoughts around at break neck speeds? He'd like TO FUCKING KNOW.

I can think of some more. [Eyes lidding all the more as Pride came in near. Don't tell anyone, but his dick did a tiny alert twitch on his thigh when the Sin came in near long before Pride started saying something to him at his ear.

Some reason he didn't think Pride would take the second offer.

Narrowed gaze went from nearly sleepy soft, whiskey lazy. To sharp and dangerous as he stood up. Stepping up close and bumping Pride back until the back of the Sin's thighs were bitten by the edge of the desk in question.

He stared down at Pride's face for a few tense seconds--then reached to one side to open a drawer in the desk, taking out the bottle of lubricant.]

Move. [Like he hadn't just nearly trapped the Sin where he was. And also like he didn't plan to budge to make it easier Pride to squirm back out of that space. He wasn't.]

[ He was having a bit of whiplash here. Took him a few heated seconds to process what he was being told - what he was being asked. He spared a glance back at the desk before turning his attention back to Lucifer. ]

That's a terrible pet name.

[ But he decided to push himself up to stand, willing his legs to not shudder at all - that wouldn't do. Leaned over and pressed a steady and purposeful kiss right beneath Lucifer's ear. Ended up gesturing to the desk just as Lucifer had. ]

Far be it from me to pass up an opportunity.

[ He was antsy. Held no promises about not being aggressive. Probably obvious by how red his irises were; betrayed his infernal nature even in Host. ]

"Hngk." About the increased pressure and friction. Little much, now, but it doesn't hurt him the way it should. Pulls a flush into his face at worst. Being a menace to that poor thing.

The quickest thing to learn about Lucifer is his hands and mouth are curious and wandering things. He's intense with them. And curious. So he does indeed find her pulse and feel it. Teeth closing around the skin there on her throat and pressing tongue to feel it. It's good. (Not a single flickering Hell Noise impulse to tear it out.)

Then he had to pull away and let her get out of own shirts and things. Snorting as some of the buttons went flying. (She'd never find at least one of those ever again.) He didn't have long to be bemused before she was pressed up to him again.

Hands and fingers right back to searing over skin. Finding details and quiet honestly appreciating them. Lingering, even. Tracing when they caught and seeking out more to follow. Takes the love bite to his throat to remind him what he was doing.

Hissing in a breath and reeling some. There went his belt! Ha!

He'd let Irene get as far as to get his fly open before he'd do a maneuver to turn her around. Drawing her back into him in a trapping hold. He wasn't done touching, thank you. Stealing some power back if you please.

She's got all this warm skin to get to. And he'd be sure to make more of it visible in dragging her pants and undergarments down to at least her knees (if they fell off after, all the better). Hands went right back to wandering.

Though they had purpose this time. One gliding up high and the other low. Starting with a cup of a breast and squeeze of on inner thigh. Only warning he gave before a thumb rolled across a peak to make it pearl. And other skimmed higher to cup and stroke between thighs, a petting. Mouth had plenty of real estate to give open mouthed kisses to skin, hot and often accompanied by teeth and swipe of tongue. Between the back of her neck and spot behind her ear and shoulder and side of her neck--plenty.

He was too girthy to get down to brass tacks immediately. In his experience, he had to do some prep work. And it's a fantastic excuse for getting those hands and fingers (and sometimes tongue) into places.

Irene gives a soft chuckle at his groan, pressing her leg more against him as she claimed every messy uncoordinated kiss. She whines when he pulls away to finish pulling off his undershirt, hands now hooking into his belt.

Never had calluses felt so good, rasping the skin at her sides. Her chin instinctively lifts at his kiss, offering her neck to him as a shuddering breath escapes her. Could he feel her pulse, frantic beneath her skin? Desperate for him?

It was her turn to strip her layers and she did so viciously, snapping a few of the more stubborn buttons off in her hurry to unbutton her shirt. Then came her own undershirt, a silken tank top and under that, her lace bra. She’d press naked breast against his chest, going in for another grind with her leg. She too was surprisingly devoid of scars to the naked eye, but rough hands still managed to catch on what few there were. A few on her back, reminders of her climb to power and a thin slice between two of her ribs from a jilted lover.

“Lucifer..” A whine escapes her, needy and wanting as she kisses along his jaw before sinking her teeth in a light love bite into his neck. Nothing that would break skin, just a need to claim him if only for the moment. Hands now attempted to tackle his belt, pulling it off and throwing it to the side as if it offended her.

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[ He appreciated the warning, pulled up a little so it filled his mouth, humming and continuing to work Lucifer’s cock through his orgasm. Swallowed greedily until there was nothing left, lips and tongue gentle as they collected the last few drops before he pulled off. ]

Fuck yeah, luv. That was a treat.

[ He was going to crawl up and flop down on the bed, half draped over Lucifer. ]

[Couldn’t help the way he was boneless where he was in the aftermath of that. Managed to get arms encircled about Rook. Nosing into his hair. Fairly innocent and affectionate until he remembered something he forgot.

For shame. He’d been too wrapped up in the wrap of Rook’s lips.

He’d remedy that with a sneaky, light, lay of teeth into that spot behind Rook’s ear. Holding him more tightly in place against him as he did. No escape.]

That scar was sensitive to that kind of attention and it kept him enamored and shivering his way through the kiss.

Lids low when she agreed to his terms about kneeling. Sometimes it was a point of contention. Warmed his chest.

Then she had him by his dick and all that heat was southerly. Stole some air out of him and brough his head low to have bridge of his still crooked nose against her shoulder. At least now she'd know he had a real beer can situation there. More width than length.

Almost didn't fully hear her beyond some key words like 'fuck me' and 'window'. Took an extra beat and a second of her hand not being at the tip of him for him to register 'heaven' and the rest.

Hoboy.

He didn't move fast like he had when he's grabbed her neck. He was diligent and slow about closing hands around her wrists and bringing them behind her to hold at the small of her back. "Irene, I'm going to need you to let up on the dogma. Being the devil doesn't mean I've got a themed kink about it all. Quite the opposite, if I'm honest."

He peppered a kiss to the corner of her mouth so she didn't get the wrong idea. In case the still stiff part of him against her stomach wasn't clear enough.

He took a look toward the window and back at her. "You're cute enough all on your own to press and fuck into windows." He added on a lighter note. "But only if that's what you actually want...and it's not you trying to impress me with overblown antics. I'd just as happily lay down and let you treat me like a bull ride. No kinking required."

Irene rewards his kiss with another moan, relaxing her body so she settled more into his hand as she attempted to turn somewhat to be more face to face with him. Another nibble on his scar and a flick of her tongue across his lips as he’d find himself successful in releasing her hair. It tumbled down into his hand and down her shoulders, long enough that it brushed against her nipples.

She’d peek up at him now, brow quirked with an amused smile. Any thought she had of leaving the office without her workers knowing what happened behind closed doors was thoroughly destroyed now. Not that she minded. Let them know he had claimed her. Let them know that she was happ-

No. She wasn’t going to say that. Not yet.

“I wouldn’t dream of asking you on your knees.” She whispers, hand closing around the heated length between them. After all the attention he had just shown her, it was her turn to spoil him just a bit. Her hand stroked him gently, teasingly. “That’s for men I don’t care for…for you…for you I want you to do something no man has ever done. I want you to fuck me against the windows so Heaven and Earth can watch me scream for you.”

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[ He always enjoyed the way Lucifer so casually and easily stripped. He was happy to lay there, feeling that gaze drag over him, cock doing a little twitch in line with his pleasure at Lucifer’s admiration. And how attracted he was to his husband and Duncan in turn. Then he was in Lucifer’s lap and there was kissing and touching that he very much approved of and leaned into.

Laughed when Lucifer pulled away. ]

Y’welcome t’spend as many of those as y’like, whenever y’like.

[ He would give Lucifer a few of his own kisses in turn, though he would also grind against him at the same time. ]

Fuck, I love you so much. I’m the luckiest kind-of-a-man thing in the universe.

[ But he would slink down between Lucifer’s thighs, legs stretching out behind him and kicking lazily in the air as he settled on his stomach, admiring Lucifer’s cock more directly. Would summon over a damp cloth from the bathroom, taking the dedicated time to wash away any remnants of lube and whatnot while he let his head rest against Lucifer’s thigh. As close to an act of worship as Rook really got outside of a kitchen. ]

You aren’t the only one, yet again. Often together on many things. [He chuckled warm and mild. Content to let Rook be as attentive as he liked. Petting fingers in Rook’s hair while he was resting on his thigh that way. Was a bit intense to have that much attention on one part of himself, but--Rook was that way.

And it did buff his ego nicely to be admired by him.

Rook was easy to reward in some ways and he relaxed back against propped pillows. Inhaling quick when cooler than air damp cloth was cleaning him.] Thoughtful. And chilly. [He remarked. Otherwise patient and appreciating being cared for.]

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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.]