I Think Partly What's So Attractive About Fucking A Man In A Suit Is The Humiliation Of It. He Probably

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.

god, but arrogance turns me on. the smirk on your face, the self-important way you tilt your chin. you think you’re so special, don’t you, baby? i wonder if you’ll still feel so smug, when i break you down.

[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. ]

[Having his suits shredded every so often wasn't the worst thing. Erotic, even.

But there was a little more to someone taking the time to mind his clothing, too. His shirts were at least more replaceable than the coats and pants--and ties. Many of his ties were sentimental gifts. People liked to buy him ties. And the bits and bobs like tie pins and cuff links. He appreciated, to some extent, the differential care.

His a little busy worrying, stupidly, about the form change. That is more than a four inch differential, now. Think he'd be over that shit by now--being smaller while in Duncan. He wasn't.

Stones, when did he get full on hard? Somewhere in the middle of everything Diet was doing. He'd gone momentarily deaf, too, apparently. Skin from his throat to his chest plenty flushed--an obvious thing given Duncan's complexion.

Head dropped back against table when his body tried to full on betray him with an arch toward tongue one one roved over a pearled up nipple. He's calm! He's real chill! He's not breathing a little harder through his nose or anything.]

[ He didn't need to. Dietrich could feel and see it, and it set his own senses alight. Like getting the scent of a rabbit on the wind and then hearing its rapid heartbeat like a dinner bell. ]

Micromanaging boss, hm? Checks out.

[ Gonna shift so he can get both of Lucifer's wrists in one hand, felt a few seams pop but whatever. They could be sewed up or replaced. Freed hand was going to go down and ever-so-delicately pluck open Lucifer's jacket buttons. He'd gotten in trouble for ruining the last one, and tempting as it was to properly shred this one, he'd be nice. Tie could stay, that could be useful. But he'd get his teeth on the shirt he was wearing and give Lucifer a wicked little grin and then tear it open, savouring the little pings of buttons coming off. More skin for him to get his (bigger, wetter) tongue on. ]

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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.]

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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.]

[Lucifer's head did slowly unlock itself.

His head fell slowly, face into shoulder with a shuddering exhale of a breath. Everything had just been very intense and...

In Duncan there tended to be more vicious things occurring when someone was at his back.

Nothing vicious had happened, really. But he'd still gone down into a space. He'd cleared out of it now, but...

Still, all he wanted to do was hold onto the Sin. So...this was good. Just scooted into laying down more onto side. Where he could curl and trap the Sin a bit.

Pride might not need to sleep. But, in a human host, Lucifer was tired.]

[ Pride didn't want this to turn into a pity 'poor me' fest, but he still did take some solace in that hold for a little while. Cemented for him, at least, that he was wanted in some way, shape, or form, even if not stated so explicitly. It was enough for him to get arms around Lucifer in turn, shifting so that he didn't feel so small when compared to Duncan's body. Maybe could not be as "beefy" without feeling silly, but could at least be as solid as a fucking tree.

Okay, maybe not that solid, but solid enough.

Got a hand up to run it through Lucifer's hair and just silently stay as they were for a little while. He didn't want to open his mouth. Didn't want to ruin it. And he didn't really 'sleep' like humans did, so that temptation wasn't altogether there either.

He just wanted to exist in some relative peace for a few minutes. For once. Acknowledge to Lucifer that he wasn't always so stupidly skittish and that he could be reliable. Sometimes.

At least this time. ]

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Oh, I think it does everyone some good.

[ Rook could have stared at Lucifer’s eyes for hours if he could, they were beautiful, though the tears he wanted to help brush away. He’d wrap his arms around Lucifer, tight but not trapping, firm and protective and loving. ]

People, I think, do respect you. Know that y’Fair. An’ there’s a few people y’learned t’tolerate…

Y’softened up, just a little, an’ I don’ think it’s bad. Y’not the beast y’used t’be, anyway. I don’ think so, at least.

Existence isn’ exactly easy, but, well, at the very least, makes me love you even more. If there’s anythin’ else I can do, y’need only say the word an’ I’ll make it happen. Don’ even need a Deal for it, since I love you that much.

[ Trying to bring it back a little playful. Didn’t think Lucifer wanted to be universally beloved, given his broad disdain for humanity, but Rook would do just about anything to see Lucifer happy. ]

[Had anyone else said all of those things, he might’ve gotten angry. Or defensive. Or both angry and defensive. At the very least, told them they needed to shut up and they didn’t obviously understand a damned thing they thought they did.

But Rook did Know something and that made it hard to rally against. So he didn’t. Helped that the statements were true even if some of them bristled at his Working Ego.]

I know you would. You give me everything I want already. No Deals needed.

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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.

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[ Rook did love to multitask. He would lean into the petting, though his breath would hitch and he’d shudder whenever he got near the spot. ]

I mean, y’know I’ll never say no t’you, m’love.

[ He would bunt against Lucifer’s thigh, giving him a nod at the question. ]

M’feelin’ lovely. Though, ah, admittedly nervous– not in a bad way, though– about you makin’ me bliss-out with the spot…

[ His turn to chuckle, reaching up to drag his nails down his own throat, scritching around the short scruff at his jaw too. ]

I don’ mind if we stay or head home. You got any more work that needs doin’?

There is some. Always more to get to. Most of it isn’t time sensitive, however. [Though he was not above teasing, he liked to save that spot for special occasions.] Modern life has turned Hell corporate and I’ve come to fit that role a little too well...

[He dipped down to kiss the top of Rook’s head before he went to go open a drawer and peer in at the contents of paperwork. Scowling faintly. He didn’t mind it usually--except when he had to make decisions between Duties and Husband.]

"It is a BIT of a sausage fest around these parts. Makes 'shebang' a bit of a misnomer." Yell at Rook about him being humorous in these intimate moments. He'd started to coast, while she was talking and giving him kisses, some fingers under the waist band of her panties with intent.

Interrupted sharply by the tug on his tie. The tent in under his fly is a bit painful by the time he's stumbling along after her. And not much because of all the talk of pseudo-cocks and creampies. That just made his skin prickle with a touch of embarrassment to have his kinks pointed out. Was he that obvious?

You know what?

He picked up some pep to his step and closed the gap between her, him, and the bed in fell swoop that ended with her pressed faced down over the edge of the bed. Where he (gently) held her down by the back of her neck. Fitting trapped erection against her ass for a not so subtle grind.

"I don't do mommy or daddy things. And I'm the king around here." He took a moment to rumble right up against the shell of her ear. Other hand making short work of her bra clasps with an over familiar with pinch to release it. Hooked finger under a strap to ease it over one of her shoulders while he was speaking. "But you can be My Love. My feisty 'Rene eager to talk a big game so it sounds a little less like begging me to fuck you blind. If you like." Little bit cocky.

That's how it went with Lucifer most of the time. Either bulldoze him or get bulldozed instead.

The feeling of his gloves on her waist bring goosebumps to her skin, a shiver running up his spine as she leans a bit to give him a touch more friction against her hip.

She presses kisses along his jaw, closing her eyes as she showers him in her love. “Mmm..you say that…but..as far as I can tell, I’m the only girl in the whole shebang.” She whispers. Might as well get it out in the open. “I…I don’t want you not be happy when you’re with me because I can’t provide the same services.”

Irene runs her hand along his shoulder, burying her face into his neck and kissing there as well. She lets her teeth graze the skin, teasing him.

“So…I thought we could try it. I’ve never done it before and the one I got is special. It comes with like thick lube done up like cum and a tube through the whole thing so I can creampie you. I’ll fill you up and you can fill me up~” She kisses his neck again, now stepping back towards the bed and using his tie to bring him with her. “How do you feel about dirty talk like calling me mommy..? You can also call me something like your majesty or my queen if that’s more comfortable for you. Just something else I was thinking about. We don’t have to either if you don’t like it.”

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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.