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The tight hold and pull on his neck took his hand away to the fingertips from the wall he'd braced into. Following thrusts driving some more raw noises out of his captured throat. Milks out his own release and makes him feel oversensitive to the end.

Heat and warmth spilling into him turned the sounds to more of a warbled whine that Duncan's throat makes husky and graveled, at least. For ego's sake.

The mutual leaning support is sorely needed. His knees didn't feel too much more stable. Not in a hurry to move or go elsewhere, obviously.

Admittedly, Pride was eager to hear the Song, whether or not it did him some fucking psychic damage in the process. But even if Lucifer had managed to not, the sounds that he did give off were just as satisfying - and likely less painful for himself to hear. Somewhere in the midst of his own wild thrusts, his blackened claws had revealed themselves, still pointed in a hold around Lucifer's throat for some semblance of purchase. They dug, a bit, into the flesh when he felt the Fallen come to his conclusion, and though Pride continued his own movements for just a bit longer, still determined and hungry, he was not very far behind.

He clung tightly to Lucifer as he hit that eventual peak, unable and unwilling to release him until the wave crested and he was left breathing hard and just a slight bit weak in the knees. Leaning to press his head against the other's and not separating until he could calm the fuck down.

Convincing himself to with a lot of smoothing of his clawed hands down along Lucifer's body again. Appreciating in a bit of a haze. Maybe also doing his best to keep the other upright until they could get straightened out. Don't collapse on him just yet.

His back impacting the wall certainly earned a grunt of lost air. Not that he had a hard time sucking more air in with a hiss to the teeth in his skin. Pride was certainly having a mood.

Not that he had room to complain. Their frequent hit and misses kept him high key all on his own.

His own hands were more direct. Tugging at shirt on Pride to untuck it. To get to skin and drag nails along lower back.

The resulting friction was enough to make sure that he was well on his way to being just as aroused, though he was not at all satisfied with just doing this here without something to press up against. Ended up using his grasp on Lucifer to give him a bit of a fervent shove back into the nearest wall. Gave him a bit of leverage that way.

Hands drifting then. Sides and hips, pressing wandering fingertips. Getting lips and teeth at the flesh just beneath Lucifer's ear. Wanted to hear those breaths. Were just the right encouragement to keep going.

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Duncan is a gem an’ we’re both lucky t’have him around. [ He’d rub Lucifer’s lip after the kiss, smiling down at him. ]

Thankfully, our bed is plenty big enough t’fit us all in, an’ we can feed each other grapes an’ whatever else we feel like.

[ Leaned down, licking his lip and voice dropping to a whisper. ]

Tell me how much you love me, Lucifer.

[That’s a lot. Those are words he doesn't have to search for, but he does have to chisel out of his emotions. The ones he liked to keep in his chest, tightly. He wanted to please Rook more than that.

He stared at him for a long moment.] I love you enough to be on my knees. [He mumbled slowly.] Love you enough to have a family with you. To marry you. To feel ephemeral moments of hope and joy.

Me. A hateful thing.

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[ He would reward Lucifer with some kisses along his jaw and throat when he was spun around, clinging happily to him. And then they were in bed, and he would snuggle up to him, dragging fingers through Lucifer’s hair. ]

Absolutely bafflin’ how I make y’into all this, isn’ it?

[ Snorted. ]

Y’been burnin’ the candle at both ends again, looks like, Lucifer. Need some time t’relax…

[Leaned into the fingers in his hair and snuffed out some air.]

Completely and always. Don’t think I’m going to figure it out since I still haven’t.

[He set his head on Rook’s lap and sighed. Full of air he was getting out of himself. Extension of him relaxing, maybe.]

I know. I know. Soon. You know how I feel about October. I’ll take a whole break then. For now, you can complain about it in the meantime. As long as you also call me handsome and pretty and wonderful. [He had that praise thing, after all.]

And disturb all that art you've mad--oh, you mean with your invisible feelers. [He could be intelligent with a budding erection, shh. He did take a pause to hold tie away and he leaned over and laved tongue over one of those perky bits of Rook's chest. Teeth scraping before he pulled up and away again.]

Hm, sure.

Well. I suppose you'll jus' have t'take it off then...

[ Faux innocent at him, even as he shivered from the touch, nips perking in anticipation. He did, presently, have boxers on, slung low on his waist, though that was it. The cream was hand-whipped and flavoured with champagne. As a treat. ]

I can help, if y'like.

[The dirty pleasure of being generously defiled soothed over any worn out strings the moments before. Biting his own lower lip and trying not to sound a slut about that part specifically. Let alone the flash bangs of teeth and claws splitting skin.

He was pliant. He'd been pliant for a bit now. He remained so. Squeezed in and gripped tight. He didn't fight it. He didn't want to.

When did he start feeling safe and wanted? Every day he felt more like singing glass.

Keep him. He's yours and you're mine.]

[ Pride did not have the wherewithal to judge Lucifer's tip over the edge. He was not any fucking better. Claws dug into the Fallen's chest as if trying to pull him even closer than they already were - might've pulled blood with it, but didn't even have the mental fortitude to process that either.

The tendril wrapped around Lucifer provided just enough follow-up after feeling him reach that final throe to likely overstimulate. Only stopping when Pride himself followed him right over the edge, spilling heavy as he buried teeth into Lucifer's shoulder, though that did little to muffle the practical whine that left him as he shut his eyes tight.

May or may not have felt some burning at the corners of his eyes, but if you ever mentioned that, he would deny it up and down.

He didn't pull away from Lucifer right away. Too busy getting both arms around him to squeeze him tight against himself as he buried his face into the Fallen's shoulder. Hiding there. ]

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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.]

duncan has a mild length, but girthy as heck dick and a matching pair. his butt’s toned with a little bit of softness like the rest of his physique. nips are kind of small and dark tinted. his dick’s light skinned and so it gets pinker, sometimes redder, than the rest of him when he’s aroused. he’s bulky and square and hard with that slight healthy padding. heavy and stone built. not incredibly tall.

lucifer has below mild length and is not very girthy. he’s petite and kind of ‘fun sized’ in that department. as no visible outward scrotum, his anatomy has kept all of that internal. about where they should be he is soft and a little puffy even when he’s not aroused. when he is aroused, he has a clitoris that gets pretty swollen and visible. not a generous amount of labia present, but enough to look a little bit frilly or petal like. there is a puffiness that comes from arousal that isn’t present when not. lucifer’s skin tone was lacking a color and he did get very blue when aroused, but as recently been regaining his healthy copper tones which gives him a duskier/darker shade of blue to his male genitalia. Though his female genitals still become a more vibrant blue shade. his breasts aren’t very big and are barely enough to cup in hands or slightly more than that. His nips are pretty big, but defined and also darker/duskier than the rest of his skin. His butt is toned, but that is hidden by a generous amount of softness that rounds it off. his overall physique is androgynous as well as athletic or ‘dancer like’ with slightly more muscle mass than that. very small, elegant, and powerful rolled into one.

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Y’got me there. Can’t blame me, though, can you? Hard t’keep m’self away for long…

[ Groaned and thrust his hips, cock dragging along Lucifer’s, eyes slipping closed a moment. ]

Fuck, that feels nice. Love you.

What a sight. [He managed to rumble out, low and nearly quiet. Still in a slight mood of treating Rook like eye candy he hadn’t had in a while. Enjoying the sensory delights.

The profession of love, though, smacked him out of it some. In a good way. He let them both go in favor of drawing up thighs a little higher on his own waist and giving himself some guidance to get inside of the man under him. Comfortable with Rook’s limits to punctuate the thrust with a slap of skin. Chest imitating far away thunder as he did in moments like these.

Pleased with Rook. Pleased with himself. A good combination. A touch prideful.

Arms banded over crooked knees and settled hands on narrow hips. Keep Rook fixed in place as he started up a perfectly lewd and familiar rhythm. Enjoying, immediately, the way impact made parts of Rook bounce.]

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Not the most important bit, but, well, Duncan is a very handsome man an’ we’re lucky for him.

[ Rook would lick his lips, watching Lucifer strip, and then moaned, quickly getting fully hard in Lucifer’s grip, legs wrapping around behind the Fallen’s thighs. ]

Mmm, fuck– ‘course, luv.

[ He’d make a ‘come hither’ gesture and the drawer would open and the lube would quickly make its way to easy grabbing difference for Lucifer, hovering in place. ]

Been thinkin’ of me while y’workin’?

You ask as though you don’t waltz in here from time to time at your peak bonobo hours. [He drawled, voice husky, but steady. As he took up bottle and drizzled to slick the strokes around them both. A fun way to prep up.]

Goddamn tease. He comforted himself with getting hands more back where he could enjoy the dual handfuls of her bottom. Good place for better support in future activities anyway.

He was wise enough to tighten his hold on her when she tried to do a quick drop onto him wholesale. Slowed her down the little bit to not make that an entirely painful experience. Knew it was a bit unavoidable. At least at first.

Intense for him too. Gets a sharp inhale and gritted teeth as he leaned back and got used to the fit himself. Certain a thrill to clutched good and deep during that few moments, though. Proud of her for it, almost. Pretty, stubborn, thing she was. Palms came off her only to settle onto the stops of her thighs. Petting and pressing down to keep her from moving too soon. Didn't let up on that until he felt her body relax around him.

All nice and subtle ways to control her pleasure to make sure it stayed pleasure. She might not even notice it, really.

He certainly didn't keep it up once she was bouncing herself along. Swallowing back a good girl for the sake of his tongue. One of those things he'd have to save up on. Her teeth were too close and she was too raw. He'd been pushing a bit hard at her emotions today.

The last of his 'help' was bouncing his knee under her to help her get her upward momentum before she came right back down. Had a good benefit for him, too. Put some extra oomph behind the way the impact made her softer parts bounce. Not just her chest, but her other supple places like inner thighs and bit of tummy and such. He as a sucker for some things.

Even if he was only getting a good look between her insistent kisses. He hardly minded as it meant he was also getting primo sounds direct to lips. Probably did more damage to him than the slick heat of her continuously swallowing him up. Though both sensations met in his lower belly and swirled in a patch of metaphorical sparks there. Skin flushed and soon settling arms around her in a comforting hold so she'd find herself caught against him as she rode him.

His pants and groans were more sparing and quiet. More interested in hearing hers. They were plenty engrossed when he did make them, however.

He'd let her have her fill of being The Boss. Curious to see if she'd go numb like she thought she would. Stars help her if she did. He intended to make due on her wants.

The added guidance of his hands would draw shuddering gasps from Irene, hands moving to tangle in his hair. She began to get cheeky herself, angling her hips so with each slide there was a moment where his tip dipped just a bit before sliding free once again.

His fault for letting her top.

Although she wasn’t able to keep it up forever and when she thought she had driven him to the edge of his patience, she’d pull him close and kiss him deeply as she finally arched so he slipped inside her. A groan escaped against his lips, an expression of discomfort coming across her for the briefest moment at just how much he stretched her before she settled with him fully inside her.

She takes a moment to adjust, securing her grip on him before lifting her hips and letting them fall again. Her voice comes easily again against his lips, hands clutching him for dear life as she rocked and rolled her hips on top of him.

“Oh fuck~ Lucifer~!”