Stressreliefx - Stress Relief

[The kiss was well received and returned. It's a good kiss. Pulls some tension out of him even before any hands were to be on his shoulders in the future. Letting out a quiet sigh when it broke. Gaze less sharp.]

Yeah, alright. As you like to spoil me.

[He'd expected to be taken to something hard and flushed when he wasn't. O-oh. That was a rare treat. Hm. He pulled hand to get remained of any fabric out of the way.] I was wondering why you were still in underwear. Sneak.

[Someone was getting a bit of whipped cream on the outer folds before Lucifer went right in to lap it up. Until he could get in further with his tongue and lap a lot more than that. Laying on his stomach for comfort by then.]

Always around you.

[Hmn. He kissed along the scar there before he sat back up.]

Swear I don't have a thing for feeding. Just so fucking hungry all the time, as you know. [Sighed as he picked up a berry to pop into his mouth directly.]

Ok this is it, Halloween. It's the big game, remember our training. Don't let your ghost dance alone. Friendships will be tested. Lives will be on the line. Don't be too scared. Don't be cocky either. Leave the windows open. Sit still.

And wait.

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[ He wouldn’t turn down even more affection from Lucifer, humming into the kiss, edging back and forth across the line of sweet and chaste and getting messy about it. ]

How lucky am I t’have a husband who takes such care organisin’ things for my comfort.

[ Licked his lips, enjoying the buzz lingering there from the kiss. ]

The paddin’ is good. Helps remind me not t’jus’ break out of them when I get desperate.

Least I can do for someone that would willingly cramp themselves under a desk like that for me. [Lucifer picked up pen to write on the documents each in turn. Taking time and diligence like he did for most things.]

Or call me husband. [A quiet truth spoken in that. Signing first paper and setting it to the side into a desk organizer that had some papers in it already. They’d be collected and redistributed once he left for the day.]

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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.

Got me there. [He chuckled with a slight shake of his head in amusement. Tiny thrill making the fine hairs on the back of his neck prickle to the next set of verbal reminders along with the scar. Gave ink beflowered shoulder a kiss as he stepped in close once more. Liked feeling the warmth of the man through his clothing.

Also a better place to pick him up by the waist to take over to nearby desk. Setting the man up on the surface. Standing between knees while he was devesting suit coat. Followed by finishing the unfastening of shirt buttons and cuff links to get that off. The show to be had was when he tugged and pulled white under shirt up and off over his head. Lots of ways to make muscles in his chest and stomach and arms move for that action.

Seemed only fair after he’d gotten his eye full of Rook.]

[Rumbled under the bruising teeth in his chest, worrying teeth into his own lower lip a moment. Trying to focus and make a decision--A difficult thing to do when his husband was also feeling him up.

Fuck it. His focus came back to Rook with that pinpoint way he had. Got hold of his chin between a couple of fingers and stole another heated kiss before, low and direct;] 

Get out of these. [Free hand tugging at the waist band of his trousers. Well aware what all waited there, thank you.]

[Didn't fault him a fumble. Lucifer's style of dress had SO many buttons and the layers were not a small feat. Even when he did it himself. Out of clothing, he was much more bold about sitting sideways next to Rook and leaning down to catch up more of the treats on the other man's chest.

He didn't bother to be snarky. He was busy.

Lucifer did have a thing about using his mouth and being mouthy was a favorite activity of his. He would wander with warm nibbles and licks and sucks until it was clear and his teeth could give a hickey to collarbone. Hello, you're tasty, I love you.]

'Feelers' like m'some kinda insect... so rude, luv...

[ Mock-sighed, but he would indeed use his 'feelers' to unbutton and start stripping Lucifer down, fumbling only a little when his chest was played with. ]

A-Ah... Jus' remember as delicious as I am... m'harder t'replace than the fruit an' such...

[ Not that there was any real worry. And, to be completely honest with himself, he wouldn't even be big mad if Lucifer did take a bite out of him at some point... ]

nsft body info

duncan has a mild length (5 to 6 inch range), but girthy as heck dick (real soda can situation) and a matching pair. he is 'uncut'. 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. fair tall. he has sparse body hair. Kind of thin and nearly invisible most places and frequently entirely shaven off by lucifer, heh. he gets to feeling itchy about it when he's wearing duncan. duncan cares less and will get stubbly in the facial hair department very quickly (and his sparse hair elsewhere will come back during that time).

lucifer has below mild length (3-4ish inches) and is not very girthy. he’s petite and kind of ‘fun sized’ in that department. he was not created with foreskin. has 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. (He flushes up with that blue color as his blood is a shade of darker blue that gets into areas like his lips and tongue etc) he has no body hair, naturally, that isn't decorative like his head hair and eyebrows etc. he also has no belly button as he wasn't "born" like a mammalian creature.

Duncan has no piercings, but will be adorned on occasion with a ring or a cage. The ring is usually something of a spelled bit of gold metal that serves a purpose similar to cage, but has a lot more elasticity to prevent dangerous pinching even when hard. The cages are less so, but are very fancy and filigreed as well as day-to-day discreet. Lucifer wears these when in Duncan for his own 'comfort' as he gets annoyed with his own emotive erections often. He really goes out of his way to pen himself up in everything he does. Lucifer, out of host, has gotten more receptive to the idea of decorating himself. He has gotten a number of piercings and wears quite a bit more decorative jewelry for them, his hands, his ears, and even his horns and wings when he has those as well as a septum.

He has also gotten 'play' jewelry for the benefit of Rook's telekinesis. This includes his nipples, a reverse prince albert, and a clitoral hood.

The make and styles of these tend to be his usual subtle elegant style with use of rubies and obsidian inclusions. Though he has been known to vary to suit an occasion.

"Hngk." About the increased pressure and friction. Little much, now, but it doesn't hurt him the way it should. Pulls a flush into his face at worst. Being a menace to that poor thing.

The quickest thing to learn about Lucifer is his hands and mouth are curious and wandering things. He's intense with them. And curious. So he does indeed find her pulse and feel it. Teeth closing around the skin there on her throat and pressing tongue to feel it. It's good. (Not a single flickering Hell Noise impulse to tear it out.)

Then he had to pull away and let her get out of own shirts and things. Snorting as some of the buttons went flying. (She'd never find at least one of those ever again.) He didn't have long to be bemused before she was pressed up to him again.

Hands and fingers right back to searing over skin. Finding details and quiet honestly appreciating them. Lingering, even. Tracing when they caught and seeking out more to follow. Takes the love bite to his throat to remind him what he was doing.

Hissing in a breath and reeling some. There went his belt! Ha!

He'd let Irene get as far as to get his fly open before he'd do a maneuver to turn her around. Drawing her back into him in a trapping hold. He wasn't done touching, thank you. Stealing some power back if you please.

She's got all this warm skin to get to. And he'd be sure to make more of it visible in dragging her pants and undergarments down to at least her knees (if they fell off after, all the better). Hands went right back to wandering.

Though they had purpose this time. One gliding up high and the other low. Starting with a cup of a breast and squeeze of on inner thigh. Only warning he gave before a thumb rolled across a peak to make it pearl. And other skimmed higher to cup and stroke between thighs, a petting. Mouth had plenty of real estate to give open mouthed kisses to skin, hot and often accompanied by teeth and swipe of tongue. Between the back of her neck and spot behind her ear and shoulder and side of her neck--plenty.

He was too girthy to get down to brass tacks immediately. In his experience, he had to do some prep work. And it's a fantastic excuse for getting those hands and fingers (and sometimes tongue) into places.

Irene gives a soft chuckle at his groan, pressing her leg more against him as she claimed every messy uncoordinated kiss. She whines when he pulls away to finish pulling off his undershirt, hands now hooking into his belt.

Never had calluses felt so good, rasping the skin at her sides. Her chin instinctively lifts at his kiss, offering her neck to him as a shuddering breath escapes her. Could he feel her pulse, frantic beneath her skin? Desperate for him?

It was her turn to strip her layers and she did so viciously, snapping a few of the more stubborn buttons off in her hurry to unbutton her shirt. Then came her own undershirt, a silken tank top and under that, her lace bra. She’d press naked breast against his chest, going in for another grind with her leg. She too was surprisingly devoid of scars to the naked eye, but rough hands still managed to catch on what few there were. A few on her back, reminders of her climb to power and a thin slice between two of her ribs from a jilted lover.

“Lucifer..” A whine escapes her, needy and wanting as she kisses along his jaw before sinking her teeth in a light love bite into his neck. Nothing that would break skin, just a need to claim him if only for the moment. Hands now attempted to tackle his belt, pulling it off and throwing it to the side as if it offended her.

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I would still be as wildly attracted even if you went full dad-bod with it. But he does make for a very good show like this too, can admit. [ Reaching out to squeeze the bouncy pecs and fondle the abs. ]

All tits are good tits. I like y’other ones plenty too.

[ Rook would deliberately brush a foot over Lucifer’s clothed chub. ]

Oh, I can think of at least one thing we’d prolly both enjoy hangin’ onto…

[ He’s also feeling silly. ]

[Hissed in a breath between chuckles. That’s his dick, sir. It’d become more than a chub by now. Very much anticipating.]

It is a good bit to hand onto. [He agreed while fly was undone and both dress pants and underlying underwear was removed. Discarded. He came up closer at that point. Close enough to catch up both erections in palm to stroke together.]

Be a wonderful sexpot of a husband and get the lube out of the back of the lower drawer.

Let him not be a beefcake? Forget it. [He joked openly with Rook. Tossing shirt off to the side and reaching to bounce one of Duncan’s very generous pecs.] Look at that. It’s too much. [He broke into his own chortle. Kind of brushing gently over the fact he did keep Duncan’s body well-fed and well worked out to maintain this physique.] What am I without tits, honestly? [Extra silly. As he got to unbuckling his belt and sliding that off.] What the hell would I even hold onto on this man if he wasn’t built like a brickhouse? It’d be impossible.