Stressreliefx - Stress Relief

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."

[The maneuver with the shoe was a bit of a dirty trick in a way. Lucifer could get into a headspace where he was very much actively aroused--and ignore it. Couldn't very well ignore it while attention was pressing along the very expression of it.

Didn't have to play up the tension in his shoulders anymore. Or newly in his thighs. Next breath less even. Much more aware of his own aching again. Felt stepped on despite Rook never having put any weight behind it.

Attention pinpoint until he heard a zip and caught sight of something that admittedly watered his mouth. He'd always be a sucker (hah, pun possibly intended) for oral. He'd always been most engaged with his mouth and hands getting onto his partners.

Hardly needed the touch in his hair to tip his head and arch toward the offering. Always enjoyed Rook's voice, enjoyed he was a talker, kept his sound-loving self well fed, but he felt like talking himself in that moment was a hinderance and a speed-bump to what he wanted to fill his mouth instead.

For Rook he certainly didn't mind seeming overeager. He lolled tongue out as a landing pad with lips parted. Gaze up at Rook an entreat.]

[ He was a singular sort. Grinned down at the sight of Lucifer as he was, licking his lips in sincere and unabashed, adoring lust. Drinking him in and committing the sight to memory, since he couldn't ask to paint him just now. ]

Now don' you jus' look like a right treat... Lucky if I ever make something that looks half as good.

[ He'd trace the tip of his shoe against the seam and zip of Lucifer's trousers, along the cramped underside of his cock, just enough to really torture the poor thing. ]

Not jus' yet, though. Y'know I always worry about you eatin' well, luv.

[ Rook was happy enough to get his own fly undone, trousers unbuttoned, to let his cock out, curling just a little to the side as he reached down to get a hand threaded through Lucifer's hair to the back of his skull, pulling the Fallen forward a bit, head tilted back. ]

Hungry?

Man, she liked to make him laugh and he did again when she was trying to announce her orgasm. Like he was going to stop??? Haha!

Cute.

"I've got you." A sultry purr against the shell of one of her ears. She was worried about the wrong thing. All she needed to fuss about was having a little death. He'd handle the rest. And he did.

The whimpers had him cued in. "That's it, 'Rene."

Sure enough, there she goes! Humorous thought aside, he hit his own limit nearly immediately. Sopping, hot, and rhythmically clenching is a hard invitation to dodge. "Hah--Hahfuck!"

Still hits him like a mac truck. He should of asked some key questions, but it's too late now. He added to that wet mess to make it sticky within a few hard bucks that fill and overfill. Empties him out and leaves him face down in desk desk to her head, huffing hard to catch his breath. Grip on her wrists loose and no longer pressing her down into the wood so much as laying against her there while his brain cells tried to find land in a wash of feel-good chemicals.

“Eek!”

Irene’s sudden cry of surprise rings forth, arms clutching onto him in a momentary panic of falling over before her back hits the desk. Then she was folded in half, hands trapped above her. She arches, that first well aimed thrust stealing her voice as her eyes roll up but her silence didn’t last for long.

She writhes underneath him, cries echoing in the office and undoubtedly interrupting any conversation that her workers might have had outside. She was going to have nothing on her desk, the pens he had carefully placed back into their cup being flung to the floor along side all the papers.

“F-Fuck Lucifer! You’re gonna! You’re gonna make me cum!”

Her body tensed, air catching in her lungs as her toes curled in the air. She could only manage soft whimpers at this point, mind going blank except for the overwhelming pleasure that built in her belly before it snapped. She’d jerk with an almost scream, body arching and legs quaking as her walls spasmed around his length. There was another gush of slick, dripping off the desk as her body did its instinctual best to milk him for everything he was worth.

“Yours to live in, but this apartment is mine. The shower is mine, the water is mine, the electricity is mine, and you are mine.” -Cetheran to Jin

[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.]

[ If Lucifer hadn't done it, Pride would've done it for him. As it was, he found great satisfaction in his little stunt and the reward waiting for him was better than anything else he could have asked for. Thing about it was, Pride's own sense of his core typically broke through any shame that came with being vulnerable - at least in the moment. Shame was easily replaced with defiance and aggression.

But he knew it was not the same for everyone. And he was hesitant to consider that whatever Lucifer was going through was negative.

Took a quick opportunity to use that lubricant on himself (though if it were up to him, he wouldn't even use the stuff and make it as painful as possible BUT he had some modicum of awareness here that that might be asking a lot) before leaning over the other, growling a little in the back of his throat. ]

You don't need to hide. [ His voice said, his words laced and carefully woven in with his own influence. ] Nothing looks better to me than you right now.

[ Just a little bit of a bolster before he was aligned and pressing in deep and without any real fanfare. He was not gentle - not unless he was asked to be by the right person and not a single one thus far had done that - and claws dug into Lucifer's hips to illustrate as such. Didn't stand upright fully - this wasn't a punishment. He wanted to be in close to the Fallen - hear every little sound, feel every little movement. Soak it all in for himself in that moment and store it away in the back of his mind for later. When he himself Forgot. ]

Though he narrowed a glare at her about mentions of 'god', fuck the shit out of that guy he's the one right here--she made up for that in the follow up of noises and use of his name.

The gush of slick wasn't so bad either.

He was sure to catch her up in arm before she got to falling away from him or anything too worrisome. He kept the fingers inside until her insides gave a final squeeze. He knew what it was like to be clenching nothing through an orgasm. Not fun unless it was fun. Context.

"Heh, you always holler like that?" He was going to ask against the nipple on his lip that came after her kiss. Easing fingers out of her and breaking the smooches to smugly as possible lick his fingers. He learned that from someone else. A 'bad' habit. "It's adorable."

He liked what he liked.

Never had she ever thought a man’s hands to be so skillful. Certainly she had relations in the past where they had succeeded in orgasm, but none could compare to this. Her body twitched and rolled in time to the circling of her button, seeming sensitive to every movement of his hand. Toes curled in heels that somehow still managed to remain on as she pressed herself more into his hand. She was so lost in his movements that any thought of silence had long been abandoned, giving him a banquet of moans and whimpers to swallow as she leaned into his grasp.

The first of what she was certain would be many peaks came almost too quickly, Irene whimpering a course of “Yes yes oh my god yes!” Against his lips as his fingers delved into her and rubbed the aching flesh within. Her body squirmed in his arms as if attempting to escape the impending flood but there would be no escaping as he adds a second finger.

A cry, deep and guttural erupted against his lips as her body jerked and shuddered, his hand becoming soaked. She nearly doubled over with force of it, choking on her breath as her nails now dig deep enough to draw blood before a shaky whisper manages to break though her silence.

“F-fuck…Luc..Lucifer…”

Her legs quake beneath her and if not for his current grip inside her still spasming warmth, she might have fallen to her knees right there. She presses another passionate kiss to his lips, finally taking this moment to nibble on the lip scar that had started this entire ordeal.

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. ]

[That earned a slow blink from the Fallen. Sorting the request and the implication. He was staying? Wanted to?''

While he was mulling that into something sensical, he pulled up mutual pants and did deft things to tuck them, too. When the asking got in past his defenses his expression fell. Not with...anything bad. Just...

He gathered Pride up and...fell into a familiar pattern of service. Taking him away from the office and into the hall. Soon into a bedroom. The bedroom was kept warmer than the rest of the building with those hot water pipes from another ring. Had more running around it in the walls and floors. Keeping the stone heated.

He set Pride down on the bed and lingered a moment to touch his cheek. Brushing knuckles then drifted away. Bringing back cleaning wipes from a dresser drawer. And going to the attached bathroom to deal with himself.

Just give him a minute. He'd sunk into a reserve to keep his heart and head from doing something cruel to him with the expectation Pride would leave. Now he had to...climb out of it. Somehow. In the meantime he was just doing things he needed to do. Like tending them both in the aftermath.]

[ It was all so fucking frustrating. Constantly felt like some kind of vagabond drifter that nobody wanted to hover around for very long, lest they end up being used by him in some scheme. ‘Established’ or not, it always felt like he was fighting to keep what he had.

But he was at fault for it. He knew that. Mad at himself, mostly.

He stayed silent as he felt those hands on him. Felt Lucifer so maddeningly close but like he was slowly teetering on the edge of losing him all over again. Realistic or not that that would actually happen.

Pride hated that he wanted… needed some… kind of “security”. It was so fUCKING stupid. So much so that when he actually spoke again, his voice broke like he was trying to get the words out before they died on his tongue. ]

Let’s…go somewhere… not here. A-Anywhere.

[ Wherever. Fuck. He didn’t know. Shouldn’t have even said it when he didn’t know where. ]

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

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via weepling)