[Rumbled Under The Bruising Teeth In His Chest, Worrying Teeth Into His Own Lower Lip A Moment. Trying

[It was complicated.

The longer he had that kiss the less anger bubbled up. The less vitriol was in the kiss. He'd been worried, okay?

He tried to chug fucking holy water and...

The kiss broke and Lucifer stayed in close. Breaths sharp and short. His own hands got up to the sides of Pride's neck, thumbs brushing over jaw corners. Hitching with nose pressed to the Sin's cheek as Pride's hand found what it was looking for, a semi-firm outline.]

[ Pride was no more a fan of being on his knees than Lucifer was, but in some cases... He could make an exception. This was one such exception, and though he let out a sound into Lucifer's mouth as he was forced down, he didn't make any effort to change their position, hands bracing against Lucifer's thighs as he forced them apart and snuck in as close as he could to the seat of that chair.

Yes, he was an asshole. An asshole that was currently gripping tightly to pant leg with one hand while the other was coasting upwards to touch and feel and press. If he wanted to be aggressive and angry and bothered, then take it out on Pride right then. The Sin was more than fine with that, so long as it was Lucifer. ]

mmmh can I get smothered in praise and fucked hard, please

[Lucifer was so used to Pride's way of bursting into his space and then vacating with the same quickness that he didn't--

didn't know how to ask. So he kept his arms and hands in that soft iron state he'd learned to use. Firm without being too hard on flesh and bone. Touching along the Sin's back and sides.

Keeping him while he had him.

But prepared to quietly fold in on himself once Pride left. His throat felt blocked and he didn't say anything. Just stayed nosed in his hair for a time.]

[ Pride was hardly ungrateful. Might fuck around and give Rook a whole fucking gift basket for it. Maybe more than that. Who knows.

His own energy was waning and he eventually just rested his head against the other's, arms wrapped around him again like Pride was afraid that if he let go, he'd lose him. Stupid. Weak. Pathetic, even.

Eventually had those words drilling a hole in his head enough that he pulled back just a bit. Would need to abscond soon, he figured. Like he often did after this sort of thing. Like he was afraid to stick around in case something good was ruined by his own stupid mouth.

Maybe he was afraid of that. Said a lot of dumb as fuck things. Didn't think that just because he was enraptured in the moment that it would change.

Didn't look at Lucifer while he was dealing with that thought process. Didn't stand up to leave yet, but obviously wrestling with the desire to go and to stay and whether either one of those was the smartest thing to do. Or the wanted thing. ]

[Without taking his eyes off the Sin, he rubbed at the scar at his mouth to keep from smirking and possibly setting him off.]

You have two options, Fretful. You bend yourself over that desk-- [He gestured to the desk in question behind Pride's reclined head.] --or I do.

[A rare offer considering Pride hadn't done a damn thing to earn it. Giving unholy head, not withstanding.]

[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.]

Worship

[He was in it. Always thinking with his mouth. Maybe it was about sound too, so much happened with his mouth. Including this. Where he could kiss clit and roll tongue firmly against it and down lower to delve in deep enough to get a more intimate kiss. The back to hot button nub for more of that. Arms curled under thighs and petting skin there, ready to grip and hold open if he needed to.

He had strong impulses with that mouth and he intended to see them through every time.]

I do.

[ Very quickly admitted. Seeing Lucifer get to relax and enjoy himself was one of the top things on Rook's list. Then he was chuckling and popping a little shrug. About to respond and say something about surprises being important before Lucifer was proving very distracting and he was squirming against the bed. ]

I was... fuckin'... gonna save the 'eatin' me out' puns f'later... but who am I t'deny someone the meal of their choice?

[ Buried a hand in Lucifer's hair, scritching through and grabbing on whenever he hit a good spot. ]

[Pulled him in closer somehow.

Okay, you're here. Still.]

Don't do it again.

[Came rasping harshly out of him by Pride's ear in this little interlude. Lucifer was an infernal mess like the rest of them. Everything important always came out wrong. Like threats and violence.

He was always trying a little harder for the short list of people that got close enough to bother for.

P.S. he knew there was no promise to be made, it would likely happen again.]

[ He fucking knew - it was why he'd felt so compelled to apologize despite that being incredible out of character for him. It had been asking too much to have Lucifer regulate Pride's stupid starvation, pain, hunger spiral that he had full capacity to figure out himself - just hadn't wanted to.

Pride had discovered regret too. He was having it every stupid day for every stupid decision that he had a tendency to make. Mostly for making the people suffer who he didn't actually want to suffer. Wanted a LOT OF PEOPLE TO SUFFER, to be clear.

But not Lucifer.

Pride heard his quickened breaths and his movements paused for just a bit, something in his chest clawing at him. Guilt, regret, hurt, sorry. All in the back of his head as the hand still on Lucifer's leg went upwards further than its partner, pressing against his chest warmly - reassuringly.

Still here. Wanted to stay there. Wanted to be there.

Turned his head enough to kiss Lucifer again, though this one much less aggressive. More solid and slow. It's okay. Reassurances that he could give without saying them out loud. ]