Wow What A Pretty Boy...he Would Look Beautiful Writhing In Pain And Crying In Agony

by chasingtheshiftinglight

Heeee lacked a return quip.

All he had was 'yes', and that sounded a little to eager for his sense of pride.

As it was he was struggling not to he noisy. He was getting spoiled on being treated this way. "Hngk! F-fuck!" A harsh gasp still came out of him at first. That's not a lot of prep work.

Not that the bit of lacing pain-pleasure heat did anything at all to inhabit a damn thing about his enjoyment. Just coiled around his nervous system right along side the nails along his front that made him do a very sensual arch of his back. Body trying to meet two things at once between nails and the cock taking his voice away from him--quick and unforgiving.

He slapped palm to wall for the balance and leverage to steady himself enough for pressing back into sequential thrusts. Other hand was back and gripping at Pride's hip. He's a mess, breathing in hard, hot, huffs that intermingle with heady groans and stilted gasps.

Couldn't call him 'blindsided', but Pride sure decided to steamroll him.

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Lucifer’s comment could only pull a fucking stupid, overheated and enamored laugh out of Pride, pressing his own forehead to the back of Lucifer’s neck.

“I know. Isn’t it better?” He rumbled in pleasant amusement before he was tugging and pulling until they were both free from the confines of those restraining pants. Where Pride could BE NICE, for once, and make short work of manifesting some lubricant that he could stroke onto himself a few brief moments.

Not so nice that he wasn’t going to be rather unceremonious about pressing deep and burying himself to the hilt as he got an arm under Lucifer’s so he could pull him flush and against himself by the chest. More touching and feeling and scraping with blunt nails over pectorals and nipples and down to his belly. Appreciating and getting his fill of sensory bliss while his hips began to move with rhythm, and not a steady or slow one either.

ain’t nothing wroooooong…….with a lil chub on tuuuum….

[Naturally his head lifted to take stock of the change of reality. It's...

He knows to some degree what Pride is doing. What he'd always done. Slid up next to him with soft little whispering purrs that got him to put his logic down like a draw bridge lowered and let Pride in where he could fuck him up.

That is what Lucifer was expecting, wasn't it? Inviting, even?

Again, it'd been a century or two. Stan wasn't pulverizing Lucifer's sense of self on the regular anymore.

Yet...he still wanted the boost. The attention. The little purr.

His attention eased back onto Pride and he lifted hand to get hold of his face by his chin. Duncan had very large hands for that sort of thing. Leaned his head down the scant couple of inches in the difference of heights between them to be hovering by Pride's ear.]

Tell me some of the reasons. [He said it like an order, but it was a question. A tender request for some praise.]

For a reason. [ His voice had softened to a practical purr. One that he - if asked, he might say - that he reserved only for the Fallen. ]

There were a lot of others I could have courted danger with; risked being burned a hundred times over for. But none of them seemed as worthy of delivering that fate than you.

[ Pride stepped closer then, manipulating the space around them to a slow turn- he couldn’t stop time or anything, but he could make it seem that way. The outside world was muffled and distant. In his little bubble, he would keep Lucifer’s vulnerability secret. Nobody else needed to know. ]

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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.]

He was patient with her. Despite her attempt to make him impatient with her squirming.

"Well, there aren't many places to roll you over without a bed." He did tease to take the edge of her nerves, he hoped. Picking her up was an effortless venture. Letting go of wrists to pick her under her butt and encourage her legs to wrap around his hips as he did. "But I will work it out, not to worry." He added in a gruff mutter.

He took her along with him to the other side of this desk here. There's a nice chair there for him to sit in with her ensconced in lap. (And he can certainty, from there, put his back to work with her on the desk if she does indeed go numbs as she fears at some point. So thoughtful.)

Once there he'd take a moment to stroke her cheek and tell her something else that's important to her earlier confessions, "It's all meat to me. I'm not in it for the thrill or the novelty. Not even for the sex appeal. I'm am, indeed, the Devil. Not some pornography obsessed man that's been picturing you bent over going 'oh' in the most bored monotone for fifteen minutes while visually zoomed in on your cunt." He was laughing at the farcical idea of it before he even finished the sentence.

He cupped her jaw to pull her back in where he could press a millionth kiss like it was the second or third one. "I'm here because you keep getting a giddy smile when I kiss you--and you broke my fucking nose." And the two here not mutually exclusive to his stupid emotional libido.

Oh it was cute how he throbbed in her hand. She started to feel a bit full of herself, smile coming to her lips as a bit of her ego began to trickle in until she felt his hands on her wrists bringing them to her back. Oh my, this was starting to get exciting.

That was until he spoke.

Her smile immediately faded, shame filling her face at being reprimanded even as gently as he did so though she’d lean into his kisses. Then a moment of pause as shame melted into fluster at the further call out about trying to impress him.

“Well…I…I just…” She stammers and squeezes her eyes shut before looking up at him. She looked surprisingly vulnerable, blue eyes shimmering as she failed at squashing this latest pang in her chest.

“I don’t want you to think I’m boring.” The truth escapes her lips before she can stop it, cheeks reddening. “You are the devil after all. You could have anyone and…” She rolls her stomach in an attempt to rub against his cock. “I don’t want you to regret this.”

She takes a deep breath. “What I want..I…I want to sit on your lap and ride you until my legs go numb, then I want you to roll over and keep fucking me anyways. N-not the most exciting thing is it? Heh..” She presses her face into his neck, flustered all over again as she decides to just bite his shoulder. Perfect save.

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~”

Boys who are bigger than me and still submit? Hot. Knowing that at any moment you could 100% not do what I’m saying and yet here you are, on your knees, willfully submitting? To see you look up at me and trust that I know what to do, what you should do, and you’re goin to give over all you have to me even though you don’t have to? Amazing . 11/10.

On the other hand, there are the boys who I 100% can pick up and throw on a bed. I can pin your arms against a wall and we both know that you cannot get out from under me, I am in complete control. To look those boys in the eye in see you squirm a bit, and know that you won’t get out. To look them in the the eye and see the trust that I know what I’m doing and I’m gonna take care of you, of us, and they’re going to love it? Incredible. 11/10.

Submission isn’t a body type. Submission isn’t better or worse with a certain body type - it’s just different: a different power structure, a different type of trust.

So tell me what you need baby, and I’ll deliver.

[He was getting some of the appeal Stan found in himself.

Obedience is good. Obedience with a threat of defiance was much sweeter. Obedience given rather than forced.

Rumbled with quiet the scar pulled smirk as he watched Pride, never the less, lean back and start doing as he told him to. It is an exceptional view, all told. One he deigned to take sunglasses off for. Giving them a toss onto desk out of the way, careless. Let him rove lidded stare over the Sin.

He lazily set cheek into palm.]

Don't get too ahead of yourself... [Warned the Sin as he got enthusiastic with himself.

He was taking a moment to get his desire more to a manageable level. And pondering what exactly he wanted to do to Pride. Mouth a bit dry as he considered the options.]

[ He glanced up at Lucifer when prompted, fighting the urge to growl and snap in defiance, but it stood no chance. He was too far down the tunnel of doing whatever the actual fuck Lucifer wanted. Even if it came with a slightly furrowed brow and a few heavy breaths, his eyes fluttering shut with a particularly shaky one when that tongue was on his face.

And then he was being given a command, and Lucifer was so fucking close and he was SO fucking worked up.

The only option was to obey. Nothing else. So he leaned back on one hand to properly position himself to provide enough of what he knew Lucifer wanted: some sort of show.

His fingers touched the tip of his arousal gently- testing. It twitched in anticipation and he couldn’t help but bite his lip. Was a fair enough segue into wrapping his slender digits around himself to provide much needed friction. ]