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Y’still an infernal bein’ of incomparable majesty t’me, at least. [ Would smooch his cheek. ]

It’s a good thing you have such a large desk f’either. Discomfort can be part of the fun, but only if someone uncricks y’neck after if it’s too cramped.

[ Smiled and softly snorted at the request. ] Ah, might be a bit of a tough call… Y’know how easy it is f’God-worship t’spring up. Like tryin’ t’stop mint from growin’ once it gets its roots in. If I find out about anywhere that fits, though, I’ll let you know, luv.

[ He’d nod and let go of Lucifer, hopping up to sit on the side of the desk for the moment, idly swinging his legs back and forth. ]

Alright. After y’done then maybe we can both get our reward an’ go home.

I know you will. We will hop the first ticket there.

[He watched Rook a moment. Then stepped to the side to line back up with Rook. He was a little bit of a pull on Lucifer in general. He just wanted to kiss him. And he did. Hands petting along his sides while he did. Lingering a little too long, but managing to break away to sit after that.]

I learned after the first time you got under there to have it customed crafted for dimensions. [He drawled while reading over one document followed by another.] And for the padded wrist cuffs I can attach under there.

[It’s hard work to keep Rook satisfied.]

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Mmm, well. Y’can blame humans for it, at least. Bureaucracy is a plague on society I don’ think even Hell’s most fucked up minds could have come up with originally.

[ He would take another moment, then push himself back up onto his feet, going to grab his pants at least. ]

There is at least some fun with the whole fuckin’ someone over your desk or havin’ them under it, at least.

[ Once partially clothed, he’d come around behind Lucifer, leaning over him to also look at the paperwork, shamelessly and not at all subtly groping Lucifer’s pecs through his shirt. ] 

Anythin’ I can help with, t’make m’wonderful, sexy husband’s life a lil easier?

Truth enough. All these trappings are very...human. [Blech. Shook out his shoulders a moment like a tingle went up his spine.]

Heh, quite. You fit nicely in both spaces. [He smirked freely about that. Doing a brief and goofy alternating flex of his chest while Rook had hold of it before he refocused, sighing.] Steal me away to a Godless planet with alien extravagance where you and those we love can live outside of all this? [He was joking the same way someone might suggest winning the lottery might solve all the problems.

The paperwork was endless as the drawer was technically more space than it seemed. Some of it was his shipping business. More of it was just...Infernal drudgery. Deal records and suggested nefarious activities and complaints and promotion bids and the like.

He reached in and removed three papers to set on the desk.] I should get these done and the rest can wait.

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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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[ Rook knows Lucifer loves him like precious few others. He just wanted to hear it out loud every now and then. Rationed them out, like they were precious treasures, because they were. He’d let Lucifer take his time, keeping up little affectionate touches. Would lean forward enough and lift Lucifer up to bring their lips together, just a tad awkwardly with the angle. ]

Thank you. You do look extremely good on y’knees, when y’are there. Always make sure I appreciate the sight.

[ Hummed, tilting his head. ]

There might be a lot of hate in there, true, but there’s love too, as we both know. An’ other things besides those. Y’more than jus’ the hate, but it is part of you too. But I do also know y’pretty much the strongest bein’ I’ve encountered in terms of Who You Are, an’ you still Choose how t’act, even when y’seethin’ with rage an’ hate, an’ fuck do I admire that, even if I don’ always agree with the outcome.

[He’d teared up a little despite himself. Drops of water at eye corners while he’d been speaking. Couldn’t help that. It’s a vulnerable thing he does for Rook, baring out tenderness. Though it often felt like something of his shoulders afterward. He returned the kiss warmly and blinked his eyes clear.]

Heh. [Humored until the more serious bit. The bit that made him pull Rook down where he could hold him with his head on the man’s chest.] Fat good it does me. Or anyone else.

Inktober - 12 - Shattered.

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.

What I wanted is my Pride and pride back. [In a complex and layered way.

If he'd just...cooperate. As if Pride could read his mind. As it was, he hardly knew what he was looking for exactly.

Lucifer was constantly penned up that way. Water tight. Took a lot to spring a leak in him.

When Pride reached for the sunglasses, his own hand slowly slid down to Pride's neck. Those hands really had a way of getting all the way around things like arms and necks and even legs. He didn't squeeze, but it is a warning.

Pride could take them off. But he would have to be mindful what he found.]

[It was hard for Lucifer to look at what Pride tried to show him.

If nothing else he had always been 'light-bringer'. Even when his halo had turned into something of a black hole after the Fall. Until recently--he'd started giving off light around his edges again. Like a secret.

That wasn't what he was here to think about. He was back to being where he could look at Pride's mouth while he was speaking. He didn't sense a Lie, he realized, after a moment. Pride really did think he was Top Tier Hot Shit.

Still did. A shiver traveled up his spine, unbidden. He hid that with a trace of thumb pad over Pride's lips when he finished speaking. Pride though he was powerful and a force to reckon. At least right now. And back then.

There's another undercurrent to what Pride was telling him. He'd bow, would he? Kneel, too, he bet. Maybe not in front of anyone other than him. He knew that sentiment. Lucifer could count on one hand how many times he'd gotten on his own knees. Willingly, at least. It's a powerful notion that Lord of Boundless Ego himself would bow.

He almost hated this was working.]

Is that how you would talk to me if I fucked you against that wall? [He flicked a look toward said nearby wall then back to Pride's face again. Or would the praise be much more raw and personal, he wondered.]

Sound was still a hair trigger. Pride was playing just fine into that as much as the touches and words.

The chuckle made his skin feel too hot even before the intense commands and singular secretive moan. "Hahn, fuck--" A hoarse cuss and groan. Giving in to the instinct to buck hips between the cock gradually hollowing him out and the tight encirclement of his own leather clad grip. Shit. Fuck.

He lost track of his restraint. And his inhibition in those final moments. Unabashedly loud. Near incoherent. An almost Note slipping out of a final husked cry as he pushed back and came hard enough to paint some of his release onto wall in front of him. Body tighter around Pride.

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The sound of his Name, as always, drove him a little fucking crazy. Always sounded so perfect coming from Lucifer, though he would never admit it aloud. But he craved it, hands tightening further on that throat as his hips drove into Lucifer hard and with abandon.

Did notice the other’s efforts to bring himself to the finish line though. Couldn’t keep in a breathless chuckle that slipped from his mouth and into Lucifer’s ear.

“Come undone for me,” he hissed out between exhales and barely choked back moans of his own, able to keep all but one from slipping out against Lucifer’s shoulder. Had to take in another breath before practically growling. “I want to hear you louder.”

Yes we all know and love power play, but what about the inverse?

Instead of being forced to kneel for the mafia boss or alpha werewolf or huge hulking demon... they kneel for you.

Big broad shoulders trembling as you deny them for the fourth time. Holding back growls as you yank them around by their horns, put their head where you want it. Hearing that deep, usually confident voice shake as they beg to be allowed to come.

I think that's even more hot. Knowing they could end you, but instead choose to let you treat them like a plaything.

He wasn't even on a kilter. Not near a kilter.

Lucifer always had a difficult time when he was the one being bullied around. Still wasn't fully used to even being the one bossed around. Had no real defense for it.

This body was just so fucking sensitive to it. His own damned fault. It's all he can do not to throw Dietrich out a window entirely by accident. As it was, his whole body clenched under the roving tongue and all the air left his lungs for the duration, hips trying to buck toward it--which just made him buck on fingers too.

Vision had gone fucking fuzzy. Ears thundering too loud.

Relax. Okay? HOW?

Had to. He started by trying to meter his breathing better. It's like enduring anything else. He's sure. Sure enough, breathing even, if a tad shallow, gets him to relax for the most part. Tension stays in his balled up hands, but the rest of him unwinds withing a few moments. When he can answer,

"No. Have not." Not even as a toy, so far.

"Ahhhh, I see." He did know Lucifer had other partners. "Very handy anyway."

Now that he had things moving along, Dietrich would take a little more time, watching Lucifer while he worked those two fingers into him. Didn't actually want to hurt him badly, just be a Little too much to keep him all... off-kilter like this.

Leaned down to drag his tongue over those scratches and down over the tip of Lucifer's cock and whatever had pooled beneath it. A little treat, for looking so good and not throwing him through the window so far.

"Relax for me, want to get knot in you... Taken knot before?"

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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.

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