Stressreliefx - Stress Relief

[Having his suits shredded every so often wasn't the worst thing. Erotic, even.

But there was a little more to someone taking the time to mind his clothing, too. His shirts were at least more replaceable than the coats and pants--and ties. Many of his ties were sentimental gifts. People liked to buy him ties. And the bits and bobs like tie pins and cuff links. He appreciated, to some extent, the differential care.

His a little busy worrying, stupidly, about the form change. That is more than a four inch differential, now. Think he'd be over that shit by now--being smaller while in Duncan. He wasn't.

Stones, when did he get full on hard? Somewhere in the middle of everything Diet was doing. He'd gone momentarily deaf, too, apparently. Skin from his throat to his chest plenty flushed--an obvious thing given Duncan's complexion.

Head dropped back against table when his body tried to full on betray him with an arch toward tongue one one roved over a pearled up nipple. He's calm! He's real chill! He's not breathing a little harder through his nose or anything.]

[ He didn't need to. Dietrich could feel and see it, and it set his own senses alight. Like getting the scent of a rabbit on the wind and then hearing its rapid heartbeat like a dinner bell. ]

Micromanaging boss, hm? Checks out.

[ Gonna shift so he can get both of Lucifer's wrists in one hand, felt a few seams pop but whatever. They could be sewed up or replaced. Freed hand was going to go down and ever-so-delicately pluck open Lucifer's jacket buttons. He'd gotten in trouble for ruining the last one, and tempting as it was to properly shred this one, he'd be nice. Tie could stay, that could be useful. But he'd get his teeth on the shirt he was wearing and give Lucifer a wicked little grin and then tear it open, savouring the little pings of buttons coming off. More skin for him to get his (bigger, wetter) tongue on. ]

divorced couple energy ship will always be immaculate to me. we hate each other. we've seen each other naked. I know how you take your morning coffee. I will never make you your morning coffee again. get it yourself. here you go, I gave it to you anyway. you disgust me. I will always be somewhat in love with you. I will be yours forever. you're not mine anymore. you will always be mine. fuck you. let's fuck, for old time's sake. did you steal my cd? no, no. keep it.

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?”

I just want to be pinned down and stretched out by a big cock forcing its way in my wet hole, getting fucked untill i can only moan and wimper while getting praised for taking it so well.

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

Goddamn tease. He comforted himself with getting hands more back where he could enjoy the dual handfuls of her bottom. Good place for better support in future activities anyway.

He was wise enough to tighten his hold on her when she tried to do a quick drop onto him wholesale. Slowed her down the little bit to not make that an entirely painful experience. Knew it was a bit unavoidable. At least at first.

Intense for him too. Gets a sharp inhale and gritted teeth as he leaned back and got used to the fit himself. Certain a thrill to clutched good and deep during that few moments, though. Proud of her for it, almost. Pretty, stubborn, thing she was. Palms came off her only to settle onto the stops of her thighs. Petting and pressing down to keep her from moving too soon. Didn't let up on that until he felt her body relax around him.

All nice and subtle ways to control her pleasure to make sure it stayed pleasure. She might not even notice it, really.

He certainly didn't keep it up once she was bouncing herself along. Swallowing back a good girl for the sake of his tongue. One of those things he'd have to save up on. Her teeth were too close and she was too raw. He'd been pushing a bit hard at her emotions today.

The last of his 'help' was bouncing his knee under her to help her get her upward momentum before she came right back down. Had a good benefit for him, too. Put some extra oomph behind the way the impact made her softer parts bounce. Not just her chest, but her other supple places like inner thighs and bit of tummy and such. He as a sucker for some things.

Even if he was only getting a good look between her insistent kisses. He hardly minded as it meant he was also getting primo sounds direct to lips. Probably did more damage to him than the slick heat of her continuously swallowing him up. Though both sensations met in his lower belly and swirled in a patch of metaphorical sparks there. Skin flushed and soon settling arms around her in a comforting hold so she'd find herself caught against him as she rode him.

His pants and groans were more sparing and quiet. More interested in hearing hers. They were plenty engrossed when he did make them, however.

He'd let her have her fill of being The Boss. Curious to see if she'd go numb like she thought she would. Stars help her if she did. He intended to make due on her wants.

The added guidance of his hands would draw shuddering gasps from Irene, hands moving to tangle in his hair. She began to get cheeky herself, angling her hips so with each slide there was a moment where his tip dipped just a bit before sliding free once again.

His fault for letting her top.

Although she wasn’t able to keep it up forever and when she thought she had driven him to the edge of his patience, she’d pull him close and kiss him deeply as she finally arched so he slipped inside her. A groan escaped against his lips, an expression of discomfort coming across her for the briefest moment at just how much he stretched her before she settled with him fully inside her.

She takes a moment to adjust, securing her grip on him before lifting her hips and letting them fall again. Her voice comes easily again against his lips, hands clutching him for dear life as she rocked and rolled her hips on top of him.

“Oh fuck~ Lucifer~!”

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True. I do find those very flatterin’ t’the ego. An’ they make me want to spoil you more. Use all that leeway.

[ Chuckled when he reached down and felt the chub there. Nice. ]

You did offer me a more direct taste earlier, as I recall…

[ Grinned. They could go back to heavier matters later. For now he wanted to make them both feel good. ]

[Exhaled a light grunt when Rook’s hand found that to feel up.] I did. 

[Lucifer shook his head once in amusement. He sat up and did away with shirt and his pants to deal with later. Took another moment to get Rook’s pants off in a smooth pull and toss. Not really sure why they were dressed, anyway, at all.

Admired Rook laid out under him, naked, before he sat himself down with a prop of pillows behind him. A comfortable recline. He picked up Rook’s hand and kissed the back of it before gently tugging him to join him. Wanted him in his lap at least for a few seconds. Where he could enjoy giving him a couple of passionate kisses and run hands over him. Getting some of his loving bug out of his system before Rook got his ‘taste’.] 

Alright, now you may. [He told him, reluctantly taking hands off him and smirking as he did.] Had to spend a couple of affection points before you went for my cock directly...

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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.]

He was very aware that Vox prrrrrobably wasn't used to windpipe not being crushed and it might take the demon a few moments to realize he was going to stop getting blood to his brain and face. He was still being choked out while being able to breathe. Have fun with that, buddy.

Lucifer was aware of that fact and wanted to see if Vox would fuck around and pass out before it registered. Smirking all the while for the time being as he leaned in closer to Vox's face with his own. "I think you'll remember. Give it time."

Vox was being a little shit for the past five minutes. Which wasn't so unusual. Though the topics being brought up were. And wasn't even all that serious. Had a better sense for when Vox was doing this with intent rather than malice.

Though the prickle on his infamous Pride wasn't any different either way. The eye contact didn't encourage him to reel it in either. The only difference was him pinching in with his fingers to cut off blood flow rather than crushing windpipe with his whole hand.

"Better get it together and remember who you're talking to."