[Rook Was A Great Sight. A More Fantastic Sound. Always Attuned To Noise More Than Anything. His Husband

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True. I do find those very flatterin’ t’the ego. An’ they make me want to spoil you more. Use all that leeway.

[ Chuckled when he reached down and felt the chub there. Nice. ]

You did offer me a more direct taste earlier, as I recall…

[ Grinned. They could go back to heavier matters later. For now he wanted to make them both feel good. ]

[Exhaled a light grunt when Rook’s hand found that to feel up.] I did. 

[Lucifer shook his head once in amusement. He sat up and did away with shirt and his pants to deal with later. Took another moment to get Rook’s pants off in a smooth pull and toss. Not really sure why they were dressed, anyway, at all.

Admired Rook laid out under him, naked, before he sat himself down with a prop of pillows behind him. A comfortable recline. He picked up Rook’s hand and kissed the back of it before gently tugging him to join him. Wanted him in his lap at least for a few seconds. Where he could enjoy giving him a couple of passionate kisses and run hands over him. Getting some of his loving bug out of his system before Rook got his ‘taste’.] 

Alright, now you may. [He told him, reluctantly taking hands off him and smirking as he did.] Had to spend a couple of affection points before you went for my cock directly...

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[ Rook pushed past those lines in the sand Lucifer drew around himself, thought it was good for him, to have someone he allowed to get in close past the armour and weapons and violence. He liked being the one to get to See and Know those things, and he didn’t want them to go to waste. ]

Y’make me want t’spoil you, what can I say? I basically pop a boner whenever you smile, these days.

[ Kissed him again, slower this time, more lingering, with a hand splayed over Lucifer’s heart. ]

Bein’ a free whatever-the-fuck I am does have its perks.

Say that like I don’t suffer a similar affliction of the love-chubs. [He drawled before he was kissed and, sure enough, he did have that when it parted. Breathing more shallow and warm. Heart steady in Duncan’s chest, but faster.]

Certainly gives you a lot of leeway in matters like mine. [Pupils had blown now that more of his focus was on the way Rook made him feel rather than heavy matters like whether he was a scar on the world or not.]

[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.]

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

He was a man of boxer briefs. Goofy ones at that, usually. Dark blue with a repeating pattern of sharks. He wasn't personally a fan of sharks. He'd been trying to appeal to someone--and consistently interrupted. He hadn't changed them out yet. Didn't exactly plan out this situation, either. All that to say, the bite certainly made his arousal throb hard and weep more.

Choking on his own attempt to hold in a haggard shout of pain-pleasure-pain?pleasure? "Fuck!" Came out of him directly after.

No one fucking did that. Excluding Vox, very recently as a solution to a problem, and Stanley who did that shit for fun. No one just came up and hurt him for pleasure.

Intimately and keenly aware that Diet was holding back and a bit more pressure would break skin. Hell, if he tensed his thigh, he could make them break skin. If he jerked the leg, even. Any number of changes would get teeth in his leg. It's tempting.

He doesn't. That's not--he can't. Diet didn't agree to that. Couldn't put that on Dietrich anymore than anyone else around him. No matter how bad the worst parts of him wanted to fill the Stan shaped hole.

Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut instead. Focusing on the sensation in full, instead. It's still good. Still keeps him breathing hard and fisting his hands trapped under Dietrich's. Still thrums through his senses.

[ Let out a rumble of a laugh once more at the reaction, very satisfied with the torture he was indeed inflicting.

Belt would go, and trousers would get undone and unceremoniously shoved down past Lucifer's knees. Could smell that pre. He'd let a warm gust of breath go over that damp underwear and the concealed boner, getting his mouth open wide to give a bruising bite around Lucifer's left thigh.

Might have broken a little skin, but he was careful to avoid the big veins and arteries, letting his tongue drag and circle along the sensitive inner thigh area. Groaned. Could certainly bite a lot harder-- wouldn't even be difficult-- but he was doing juuuust enough to wreck him without actually wrecking him. ]

When I get to it, impatient Nelly. [Tsked without any real anger.

He was mildly delighting in getting Rook naked right now. Sue him. Hands dragged shirt up and off Rook to finish the job. He was being lazy when he made Rook do the complicated parts with his telekinesis was all.] I haven’t gotten to  ogle my own bonobo husband it at least a week.

[Once he’d gotten the shirt to drop and join the rest on the floor, he was raking gaze right over Rook. Coming back up after a beat to trace the scar he left in script across collarbones with rough finger tips. Somehow he forgot about that little detail on the other and appreciated it anew.]

[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.]

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[ Rook pushed past those lines in the sand Lucifer drew around himself, thought it was good for him, to have someone he allowed to get in close past the armour and weapons and violence. He liked being the one to get to See and Know those things, and he didn’t want them to go to waste. ]

Y’make me want t’spoil you, what can I say? I basically pop a boner whenever you smile, these days.

[ Kissed him again, slower this time, more lingering, with a hand splayed over Lucifer’s heart. ]

Bein’ a free whatever-the-fuck I am does have its perks.

Say that like I don’t suffer a similar affliction of the love-chubs. [He drawled before he was kissed and, sure enough, he did have that when it parted. Breathing more shallow and warm. Heart steady in Duncan’s chest, but faster.]

Certainly gives you a lot of leeway in matters like mine. [Pupils had blown now that more of his focus was on the way Rook made him feel rather than heavy matters like whether he was a scar on the world or not.]

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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.

Isla Gilham

Wouldn't be my first no-nut november. It has it's fun and charms. Hah.

Man, she liked to make him laugh and he did again when she was trying to announce her orgasm. Like he was going to stop??? Haha!

Cute.

"I've got you." A sultry purr against the shell of one of her ears. She was worried about the wrong thing. All she needed to fuss about was having a little death. He'd handle the rest. And he did.

The whimpers had him cued in. "That's it, 'Rene."

Sure enough, there she goes! Humorous thought aside, he hit his own limit nearly immediately. Sopping, hot, and rhythmically clenching is a hard invitation to dodge. "Hah--Hahfuck!"

Still hits him like a mac truck. He should of asked some key questions, but it's too late now. He added to that wet mess to make it sticky within a few hard bucks that fill and overfill. Empties him out and leaves him face down in desk desk to her head, huffing hard to catch his breath. Grip on her wrists loose and no longer pressing her down into the wood so much as laying against her there while his brain cells tried to find land in a wash of feel-good chemicals.

“Eek!”

Irene’s sudden cry of surprise rings forth, arms clutching onto him in a momentary panic of falling over before her back hits the desk. Then she was folded in half, hands trapped above her. She arches, that first well aimed thrust stealing her voice as her eyes roll up but her silence didn’t last for long.

She writhes underneath him, cries echoing in the office and undoubtedly interrupting any conversation that her workers might have had outside. She was going to have nothing on her desk, the pens he had carefully placed back into their cup being flung to the floor along side all the papers.

“F-Fuck Lucifer! You’re gonna! You’re gonna make me cum!”

Her body tensed, air catching in her lungs as her toes curled in the air. She could only manage soft whimpers at this point, mind going blank except for the overwhelming pleasure that built in her belly before it snapped. She’d jerk with an almost scream, body arching and legs quaking as her walls spasmed around his length. There was another gush of slick, dripping off the desk as her body did its instinctual best to milk him for everything he was worth.