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fucking someone to the point they go from talking back and being bratty to being a nonverbal whimpering mess is a need

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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.]

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[ Rook liked the intensity of it, especially when he concentrated on the way the pen scored those lines into the paper and left its trail of ink behind. Shuddered a bit about it. ]

Oh, well. I know y’could always stop me if I did somethin’ you really didn’ like.

But I do also know how, ah, stuff down here works. So I appreciate the risk. Plus I won’ lie I do get a nice lil Prideful thrill whenever I get t’call you m’husband, got you all wrapped around m’finger in this gay as fuck relationship an’ family an’ everythin’. Y’mine an’ I’m yours, jus’ ‘cause we decided we want it like that.

[ Wouldn’t call him on the blush directly but would take it as an excuse to get even hammier about the affection. ]

[The push on the haminess certainly spread the color across his nose bridge and a bit into his cheeks. Fucking. Stones. Made his ears start burning enough for him to notice and reach up to rub at one of the edges of one. Not used to the sensation when he occupied Duncan.

He stood up suddenly and scooped Rook. Putting him over shoulder with arm banded across the back of his knees to start walking with him. Taking a brief pause to smack him on the butt as he stepped them through time-space in a jump to get them to the house.]

Menace.

He wasn't even on a kilter. Not near a kilter.

Lucifer always had a difficult time when he was the one being bullied around. Still wasn't fully used to even being the one bossed around. Had no real defense for it.

This body was just so fucking sensitive to it. His own damned fault. It's all he can do not to throw Dietrich out a window entirely by accident. As it was, his whole body clenched under the roving tongue and all the air left his lungs for the duration, hips trying to buck toward it--which just made him buck on fingers too.

Vision had gone fucking fuzzy. Ears thundering too loud.

Relax. Okay? HOW?

Had to. He started by trying to meter his breathing better. It's like enduring anything else. He's sure. Sure enough, breathing even, if a tad shallow, gets him to relax for the most part. Tension stays in his balled up hands, but the rest of him unwinds withing a few moments. When he can answer,

"No. Have not." Not even as a toy, so far.

"Ahhhh, I see." He did know Lucifer had other partners. "Very handy anyway."

Now that he had things moving along, Dietrich would take a little more time, watching Lucifer while he worked those two fingers into him. Didn't actually want to hurt him badly, just be a Little too much to keep him all... off-kilter like this.

Leaned down to drag his tongue over those scratches and down over the tip of Lucifer's cock and whatever had pooled beneath it. A little treat, for looking so good and not throwing him through the window so far.

"Relax for me, want to get knot in you... Taken knot before?"

"Good to know." About his differences in bodies. To be fair, he had his own little hangups to work through. Lover's hands always felt the same, though. She had nice ones, like all the rest. The heavy petting is nice. Pulls a few shivers of tension here and there that she seemed to soother over with kisses.

Hnk, he didn't mind the mark-bites. At all.

He glanced toward the lubricant and nodded. Coloring some at mention of 'big big'. Stones, what did a 'bit big' mean to Irene?

This body was not extremely flexible so what he had to do was stay on his knees as he scooted closer to nightstand to get bottle. Knew enough to warm lubricant between fingers before he was reaching back with it to get to himself.

Working finger and then fingers. Soft pants and a quiet, stilted groans, for his own work. Whisky warm stare quick to find Irene and watch--not with much comprehension, but watching. Other hand working over his cock in slow strokes.

Content to work himself open until she was ready.

Irene shivers when he kisses her neck, closing her eyes. She was so thankful he was patient with her when that confidence wavered. So used was she to men that couldn’t let go of control or wanted the persona she put on for business that it threw her for a loop when he just wanted…her. All of her. However she wanted to give it to him.

“Okay.” She whispers and smiles when he mentions getting on his knees. “Don’t worry, I remember that at least.”

She strokes his cheek as he sits back, leaning back herself with a smile as he undressed. “I like both your forms, I think I’m just more used to this one.” She tilts her head to the side, letting her hair fall over her shoulder before sitting up with his gentle prompting to touch his chest. Her hands immediately begin to explore, gently stroking and massaging the muscles as she begins to press slow kisses to the now bare skin.

“Mmm..Get yourself ready.” She whispers against his skin before biting into his pec. Gotta leave at least one mark before she could scoot away from him. “I have lube on the bed table. It’s a bit…big so make sure you’re really prepared.”

She runs her tongue along the mark she left, then scoots back to the other side of the bed where she had kept the toy hidden along with the bowl of hot water that she had put the cum lube in to warm. She’d hang off the side of the bed as she secured the dildo into the harness, humming as if she wasn’t just about to wreck his ass in a minute.

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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.

At this point he was pretty used to his suits getting FUCKED. But if he ties survived, he ate the consequences really.

He heard that non-verbal desperation loud and clear. Frankly he was echoing it with a very slight variation of 'fuckmesobad'. Couple of messy infernals, always.

Hands found their way back to butt, but got under clothing that time. Urging Pride to rub into his thigh because it made it that much easier to do the same into Pride's. With the added bonus of something soft to palm and grope.

Always had a fucking mood when thinking too hard about Lucifer, really. Fucking stupid Fallen had a part of his brain constantly in a chokehold. Only got to act on it so often that when he could, it came out in some level of pent up positive aggression. Not caring enough to keep any real barriers up for the sake of ego when he was having nails against his back like that. Swore under his breath and pressed his hips in a steady grind up against Lucifer's leg with eager want.

Obsessed with all of the sensory inputs he was getting just then. Made a point of non-verbal 'wantyousofuckingbad' by kissing him hard and fast. Hands up and reaching for that dumb tie of his to undo it. Still not breaking his own rule of keeping himself from doing any damage to Lucifer's clothing.

Always wanted consideration for his own when he could get it, so made sure he paid that forward in kind.

He ended up more distracted than that. Perusing the Vox-Folder after saving the latest image there. There were a couple of others there. Ones he'd stolen and ones he'd taken. Cream filled easter bunny. Heh, a painted screen. He was more of an audio man, but he did appreciate those aftermath pictures. And the ones he'd just half-snuck in the day to day that weren't even explicit. Just Vox having down time in his dumb shark pajamas. Or one where he caught Valentino and Vox napping on the couch.

One he managed to catch where Vox had that singular dopey fond smile on his face.

Ended up distracted for a good ten minutes, perusing.

Alright, fine, he'll take five more minutes to unzip and adjust things around until he could take a suggestive picture of his own.

[txt; img] he had fly on his dress pants undone, red boxer-briefs left in place, but he had a significant bulge and he'd arranged so the very tip of his erection, pink, was visible above the waist line against the white shirt he was wearing

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[The small blessings of a very sturdy desk, he couldn't have kept himself off the ground before long without it.

He was a mess in minutes. Reluctance to act so distant about getting his insides rearranged melting off him as moments ticked. It was hard to keep it together. Didn't even really want to.

Some years ago, someone installed all these fucking secret tunnels into his chest and more and more people were slipping through them. Not a lot, but more and more...

The sounds Pride made were electrifying. Even more than the sting of his poor dick hitting the underside of the desk in tandem to the Sin's onslaught. Sound of flesh hitting flesh, too, left him seeing a few spots in his vision. It's a lot. It's borderline too much. The claws breaking into his skin at his hips makes it impossible for him to move or think.

There's just--]

P-Pride-- [Slipped out of him urgent and desperate. Uneven and searching. The hand not on desk edge went over his own shoulder to get hold of the fabric of Pride's shirt at the Sin's shoulder while he was leaned in so close. Just trying to anchor. To touch someone as he felt so hollowed out and secure at once.]

[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.]