"It Is A BIT Of A Sausage Fest Around These Parts. Makes 'shebang' A Bit Of A Misnomer." Yell At Rook

“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via weepling)

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[ He was feeling very smug about making Lucifer of all people blush so much. Laughed when he was scooped and legs twitched when he was smacked. ]

That I am.

[ Would reach down to squeeze Lucifer’s ass in turn. ] Not complainin’ about the treatment it gets me, though…

[ Shivered with the jump and the change in background senses as they returned home. Made him very briefly dizzy, but reaching out to rattle a few of their belongings helped him readjust. ]

[Once there, he did get nicer about shifting Rook around into more of a bridal carry. Just to get him to Lucifer ridiculous inground bed of extravagance. Laying into it himself shortly after. Groaning out some air. He hadn’t actually been in this thing for at least a week. Soft.]

Does you favors. Somehow.

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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.

[The small blessings of a very sturdy desk, he couldn't have kept himself off the ground before long without it.

He was a mess in minutes. Reluctance to act so distant about getting his insides rearranged melting off him as moments ticked. It was hard to keep it together. Didn't even really want to.

Some years ago, someone installed all these fucking secret tunnels into his chest and more and more people were slipping through them. Not a lot, but more and more...

The sounds Pride made were electrifying. Even more than the sting of his poor dick hitting the underside of the desk in tandem to the Sin's onslaught. Sound of flesh hitting flesh, too, left him seeing a few spots in his vision. It's a lot. It's borderline too much. The claws breaking into his skin at his hips makes it impossible for him to move or think.

There's just--]

P-Pride-- [Slipped out of him urgent and desperate. Uneven and searching. The hand not on desk edge went over his own shoulder to get hold of the fabric of Pride's shirt at the Sin's shoulder while he was leaned in so close. Just trying to anchor. To touch someone as he felt so hollowed out and secure at once.]

[The plan, before Pride had so rudely interrupted, had been to work himself with a bit of lube and his own fingers, but here we are 'god laughs' and all that.

Hard to say how he would have weathered out a more dry and brutal approach, but Pride hadn't gone that route.

Don't fucking artificially inflate his ego right now! His head and heart were all over the place and he didn't know where they got off to, just that he felt sore about their recent manhandling.]

H-ah! [A short, sharp, cry into the surface of the desk. That's a lot to just take in a swift go. When he truly wasn't used to being under someone else, especially. It's a hot, fiery, lance of a sensation to be suddenly full despite any resistance his body might've offered. Felt only marginally different from the sting of pressed in claws.

He sent a hand up to blindly find the edge over his own head to grip tightly, making the wood there creak. Focus frighteningly narrow on the grip, fill, and hold on his hips. Aware of the warmth radiating off of the Sin hovering so close to his back. Comforted.]

Let him not be a beefcake? Forget it. [He joked openly with Rook. Tossing shirt off to the side and reaching to bounce one of Duncan’s very generous pecs.] Look at that. It’s too much. [He broke into his own chortle. Kind of brushing gently over the fact he did keep Duncan’s body well-fed and well worked out to maintain this physique.] What am I without tits, honestly? [Extra silly. As he got to unbuckling his belt and sliding that off.] What the hell would I even hold onto on this man if he wasn’t built like a brickhouse? It’d be impossible.

[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.]

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.

He nearly didn't catch that her handed was headed places. Distracted.

Wasn't until she got hold of him through layers of fabric that he hissed in a surprised breath, fingers that had been circling her clit around pausing. He got hold of the offending wrist and guided it away to hold against the small of her back. He wasn't ready to be touched yet. His clear head was stored in the trapped dick at the moment.

"Don't worry. You'll have run of that in a moment." He promised, voice on the fat side with desire. Thick finger delved between folds and in deep. Second joining shortly after. Mindful, but wanting her to feel slightly overwhelmed. Always eager for sounds. Followed up his actions with nice wall stroking thrusts of those fingers. "I'll be all yours. Whatever you want, love." A more breathless assurance.

He just wanted a little something for him, first.

The kisses along her neck send shivers along the length of her body, a soft giggle bubbling from her lips as her back arches with the kisses along her spine. She hears the words whispered against her skin, closing her eyes. This is what she had been craving, his undivided honest attention. No feelings or thoughts stealing his mind away from her. Just…them. Together.

She basks in it like a cat in the warm sun, stretching her arms out and pressing her ass against his hand when his fingers capture her panties to slide them down. She was glistening already, aching to be touched and she’d give a happy mewl when he obliged.

“Ah…Lucifer..Mmm~” She lifts her head to look back towards him, biting her lip as she pushes against his fingers. The feeling of the soft leather on such sensitive skin felt so different, and it was making her quiver. She reaches an arm back, attempting to touch him. Stroke him. Reach any part of him she could. If she was able to reach that aching tent in his pants even better.

It's the most he's taken. It's so much. He hadn't known he could take that much and not be damaged. He was actually going inside.

It's different than when he was out of host taking something big.

Diet kept knocking air out of him when his hips came in close. Which made the following whine of loss sound chocked. Only to cry out again when he came back.

He's good. He's good he'sgood he'sgood! He's a good boy when he wants to be. His eye corners were wet and burning. He had no idea if he could take a fucking knot--but all he could think was that he wanted it. He wanted to be good and get it. At least when the forward thrusts didn't blot his entire brain out with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Dietrich was pleased by the reaction. "Making such pretty noises for me," he muttered, dragging a thumb over the marks on the Fallen's thigh. Wouldn't pull the now-freed hand back yet, figured he needed a little something as he slowly pressed his cock inside until it was about three quarters of the way there.

Then he'd start pulling back, slow and decadent and driving himself a little mad with the sensation. Once he was almost back to the head, he'd press back in, building up a little increase in the pace with each thrust back and forth.

"Taking cock so well so far... going to stretch you out on knot, if stay good."

[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….

[Can't just do that. (Though Pride obviously could and would do that.) It's intense and over cements the close twisting tie of his emotions and his libido. Steals a breath out of him and he dug dull teeth into the spot under Pride's ear. That's not fair.

Not that he wasn't hard and panting hot against skin in seconds. Awkwardly hunched to keep Pride to himself, almost.

Be mine, be mine, be mine. It is wildly delirious to be getting his emotions metaphorically kicked around and then be caught up intimately in someone's hands. Fingers got into Pride's hair to pull and tilt his head a bit more back where he could kiss him again. Muffling a shaky moan in it.]

[Pulled him in closer somehow.

Okay, you're here. Still.]

Don't do it again.

[Came rasping harshly out of him by Pride's ear in this little interlude. Lucifer was an infernal mess like the rest of them. Everything important always came out wrong. Like threats and violence.

He was always trying a little harder for the short list of people that got close enough to bother for.

P.S. he knew there was no promise to be made, it would likely happen again.]