"I Don't Neeeed--" Thumb Pad Found His Glans And His Breath Hitched Hard. His Thigh Was Still Echoing

[Broke into a laugh when he took some mercy by taking his nibbling teeth away. Stars, that was a lot of liquids. Worth it for a moment of driving Rook out of his mind for a little while. He gave nicer kisses to the bridge of his nose and gently cradled his chin in hand. Laughed softened by the end of it, knowing he had special privileges with that spot. Rook actually enjoyed it with him rather than feeling forced to react the way it made him.]

[ He practically thrummed at the affection, squeezing Lucifer where he could while he was in those arms. But then it was like being struck by extremely pleasant lightning, and he was making an absolute mess on both of them, breath going from hitched and shuddery gasp to breathless whine, and then repeated whimpers as it continued, body involuntarily writhing against the pleasure but unable to break Lucifer's hold. He couldn't even form thoughts while that spot was being so heavily abused. ]

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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.]

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[ He was very spoiled, and he’d watch Lucifer as he stroked himself, licking his lips in anticipation. Shuddering when Lucifer backed away and started getting dressed. Fuck, he loved this whole… situation here. ]

Yes, luv. Wouldn’… wanna make any extra work for her.

[ He’d use his hand to get the cum from his stomach and lick it up, eyes slipping closed. Once he wouldn’t drip, he’d slip off the desk and kneel down beside it, tongue getting to work cleaning off the top. Might even be an extra good bonobo and tighten up the screws that had been rattled loose with their fucking. ]

M’only complaint is that I can kinda taste the cleanin’ spray…

[ Would rest his cheek on the desk once he was done, swallowing and gently palming himself. ]

[Hummed approval for the screws when he heard them turning.

Rook, being done, he came over and pet fingers through his hair. Very purposefully, now and then, skirting the edges of that spot behind Rook’s ear.]

Hah! Poor thing. Give me a little while and you can get a better taste if you like. [Chuckling on that low baritone. Not the one that meant danger. The one that was full of fondness and a touch of lewdness.]

For now, do you wish to stay here? Or should I take us home? Are you feeling alright? [Checking in as he was want to do when toying around with Rook’s libido.]

[There’s the bonobo he knows and loves. Earned a brief and groan interrupted chuckle. Thrusts unsteady through Rook’s orgasm. Gaze darkening as he rode through it. Swiping thumb through what was still on abdomen to have his own taste. He put in all the work to make it, after all.

Then he withdrew from Rook, taking his own cock in hand to add to the pooling mess there with a few firm and quick strokes. Bucking into the circle of his fingers as he spilled out. Making sure there was plenty to make Rook lick up. He deserved that as much.

He gave one of Rook’s thighs a squeeze before he stepped away to give him space and freedom.] Make sure to get all of it. Wouldn’t want to make the cleaning lady deal with it instead. Poor thing struggles enough with the blood some days. [Smug and retrieving strewn about clothing. He would put Rook’s in a neat pile on nearby visitor’s seat, at least. While putting on the minimum of his own.]

fucking someone to the point they go from talking back and being bratty to being a nonverbal whimpering mess is a need

[His tie was pretty fiddle-able. He took to letting his stare wander while they were talking. Ignoring a rumble in his stomach--ugh, endless.]

So, the difficulties at present is not getting my suit covered in confections. [Even as he reached up and swiped up the less solid of the treats to have a taste from finger. Distinctly near a nipple with that.]

[ Rook did know Lucifer far too well. Had wormed his way into his life and had grown like kuzdu around the Fallen's heart.

Trusted it wouldn't be too long before Lucifer arrived, only looking through a few other photos on his phone in the meanwhile before he was looking up at his husband. Mischievous grin spreading across his face. Left his phone hovering in the air, though it floated to the side. ]

Ah, well, someone has to bedevil the devil, or sommat like that.

S'like... enrichment. An' it lets me see you from some of y'best angles...

[ Would reach out to fiddle with the end of Lucifer's tie, careful not to upset the snacks still decorating his body. Snickered, because he could. ]

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[ He’d found it easier to work with having it longer and tied back in the kitchen, didn’t get in his face, and easier for hair nets to stop anything escaping. He did make sure to take care of it.

Gave a harder suck when Lucifer got the other hand in there too and swallowed around him, enjoying the drag on his lips as the rhythm started up. Even gave Lucifer a crisp thumbs up to continue, goofy about it even as he focused on enjoying the task at hand. Tucked a stray curl behind his ear like he was being coquettish, coupling it with flicking lips around the tip, hand working the base of the shaft. ]

[Would have laughed if he had the mind for it. He didn’t. He had a mind for enjoying his husband and his lovely mouth. Attentive hands. Fully self-indulgent. He did little to pace himself, either.

Rumbled a low purr to Rook of his name as a courteously warning just as he crested. Spilling hot and thick onto Rook’s waiting tongue.]

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[ Rook always appreciated those hands in his hair. Still kept it long, but he’d have the tie slide down and off so the curls flowed around his face, the ends just about even with the bottom of his pecs.

Rook’s oral was anything but impersonal. Relished the opportunity, devoted and playful and clearly getting his own enjoyment from it. He’d pull off with a wet pop, letting Lucifer’s cock rest against the warmth of his cheek while his hand shifted to rub and cup his balls, pressing an impulsive kiss to his tip. ]

If, in the heat of the moment, you end up pressin’ the spot an’ makin’ me cum, I won’ be upset about it…

[ Would let him know with a saucy grin before taking Lucifer down to the root, swallowing around the familiar shape of him, groaning, pleased, at how full his mouth was. ]

[He certainly took up playing fingers in the length of his hair when it was down. He felt like Rook had grown it out some. Or he had gotten used to it being up. Either way. Luxurious for his wandering fingers. He did brush hair to one side to keep his prized view.

Tugged on it a little while he was laying against the man’s lips and cheek. He’d never get very tired of the way Rook looked like that.]

Noted. [A whiskey warm acknowledgement in the moment before he was in tight heat. Tense and letting out another groan. Head fell back to really enjoy the feeling. First thing he did in the ‘heat of the moment’ was take arm out from behind his head to have both hands in Rook’s hair.

Knowing full well Rook would let him treat him with a little bit of crudeness. Holding him in place as he worked his own hips in a lazy rolling fuck of Rook’s mouth.]

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."

There was a particular kind of suffering when she did that roll. Hmn. Hand coming off her neck and settling onto her shoulder. Fuck. What was he saying?

Doing?

Something with her body, probably. He took to kissing the back of her neck. Then down along her spine. Forgetting he was supposed to be holding her down. Mumbling against skin. "Beautiful, bossy, Irene." Mused to himself more than anything. "Pretty in heels. Pretty in a throne."

Doesn't take much more than a sliding push of a hand to get her panties down around her thighs. And same hand up between them to stroke hot little center there. Forgot to take off his gloves. He'd remember eventually.

“Oh you’re so funny. Pouring my heart out and you’re making jo-AH!” Irene squeaks as he closes the distance, spinning her around and pushing her into the bed. In her surprise she had let go of his tie, hands now gripping the sheets as she arched her back to press her ass more against the grinding hard on. It wasn’t fair how much the little display of power and dominance turned her on.

She’d attempt to lift her head, just a little bit to give him a tiny bit of sass as she tilts it to the side so she can look up at him with a snarky grin until he followed up his love comment. Her cheeks turn bright red and she’d let her gaze fall.

“M-My love sounds wonderful..” She stammers before the rest of his words bring the fire back to her. She’d tilt her head up, smiling again and giving a long languid roll of her hips against him. Suffer. “I think I do quite like that…besides that what can I say? You know how needy I can get…Nothing that you can’t solve~”

He was a man of boxer briefs. Goofy ones at that, usually. Dark blue with a repeating pattern of sharks. He wasn't personally a fan of sharks. He'd been trying to appeal to someone--and consistently interrupted. He hadn't changed them out yet. Didn't exactly plan out this situation, either. All that to say, the bite certainly made his arousal throb hard and weep more.

Choking on his own attempt to hold in a haggard shout of pain-pleasure-pain?pleasure? "Fuck!" Came out of him directly after.

No one fucking did that. Excluding Vox, very recently as a solution to a problem, and Stanley who did that shit for fun. No one just came up and hurt him for pleasure.

Intimately and keenly aware that Diet was holding back and a bit more pressure would break skin. Hell, if he tensed his thigh, he could make them break skin. If he jerked the leg, even. Any number of changes would get teeth in his leg. It's tempting.

He doesn't. That's not--he can't. Diet didn't agree to that. Couldn't put that on Dietrich anymore than anyone else around him. No matter how bad the worst parts of him wanted to fill the Stan shaped hole.

Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut instead. Focusing on the sensation in full, instead. It's still good. Still keeps him breathing hard and fisting his hands trapped under Dietrich's. Still thrums through his senses.

[ Let out a rumble of a laugh once more at the reaction, very satisfied with the torture he was indeed inflicting.

Belt would go, and trousers would get undone and unceremoniously shoved down past Lucifer's knees. Could smell that pre. He'd let a warm gust of breath go over that damp underwear and the concealed boner, getting his mouth open wide to give a bruising bite around Lucifer's left thigh.

Might have broken a little skin, but he was careful to avoid the big veins and arteries, letting his tongue drag and circle along the sensitive inner thigh area. Groaned. Could certainly bite a lot harder-- wouldn't even be difficult-- but he was doing juuuust enough to wreck him without actually wrecking him. ]