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[ Rook was paying attention to what was being written. Finding the deliberate way Lucifer wrote on the pages almost erotic. Not that it was difficult for him to find most things erotic. But he could feel more of that. ]

Well, m’lucky m’allowed to. Least I can do for someone who literally gave me a piece of his heart. An’ who keeps me around despite all of my, well, everythin’.

[ Chuckled. Knew he was a handful. ]

[His handwriting hadn’t changed much over the years. It’s a curt style for all the careful way he wrote. He pressed a bit too hard on paper. He wasn’t sure why Rook would get tingly about it, but he was pretty used to Rook just being that way by now.

Second paper went into the bin.]

I don’t think you were particularly worried about allowance all this time. [Lucifer snorted and waved it off a little about the heart piece. Remembering and ears gaining a rare bit of color while in Duncan. He didn’t blush often.

He signed the final paper after reading it over. Some plans to open an Amazon warehouse by a mid-level demon looking for approval. That was added to the bin and he put pen away.] Not so painful.

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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.]

[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... ]

[Guess they had not covered all the bases.

It was plenty sudden.

He grabbed the front of Pride's suit, after a beat of surprise and confusion, and yanked in such a way as to bring Pride down on his knees in front of the chair, between his own needs. Where the kiss could get crushed back into Pride's stupid fucking mouth.

Jackanape! Asshole.

His grip loosened, but the kiss didn't break. Giving good as he got with teeth and tongue.

Fuck you, actually.]

[ Pride felt himself a bit enclosed there with a roll of his eyes to how that was being done, but that was just as well. Served his purposes fine when he shoved that chair just enough away from himself to spin it around to look at Lucifer in the face. ]

This, idiot.

[ Then leaned down to take Lucifer’s face - not quite caring how aggressive he was being - and pressing his mouth hard to the other’s. Would get teeth involved if he needed to. But he needed to do this either way.

Pride was learning stupid uncomfortable truths about himself and the people around him every fucking day. Whatever. WHATEVER.

Fuck it. ]

break me

break me different

break me safe

break me hard

break me soft

i have cracks and the crevices need new glue

Dream Girl Evil, Florence + the Machine // Details from The Fall, Hugo van der Goes

[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. ]

If his thigh was, he wasn't the least bit worried about it.

"You don't have to beg, Irene. Not this time." An honest rumble of a statement near her ear. Recently 'cleaned' hand already cupping a lower cheek and squeezing to keep her close. He'd known from the first stammer and hesitant attempt to back out of a heart felt statement that she wasn't primed to have her ego played with.

Couldn't earn her trust if he broke her to her knees and started treating her like a toy. Gotta save that up for when she knew she wasn't just a warm body to rut into. That takes some showing and doing, not just some promising. Knew that from rote in experience of his own.

The look she'd given him had also sealed that envelope on the matter of how he was going to behave.

Abdomen did flutter under her hand as it was skimming downward. Couldn't avoid that or the hopeful way his arousal perked between them. Much as he was minding her more than himself, he wasn't running anywhere near cold-blooded.

While the hand on her ass was enjoying it's place, the other was teasing a touch through her hair. He's undoing whatever updo is going on. For kicks. Nothing wrong with mussing up a well made look. She got her kiss and another before he was speaking warm and confident again,

"What do you want, hm? Only thing I don't do is get on my knees." But there were ways to improvise if she had certain things she was wanting. He knew his way around his own restriction. "Just ask." She really didn't have to beg today.

There’d be resistance to him pulling his fingers out, her thighs attempting to keep his hand trapped but she was too weak at the moment to truly stop him. A whine escapes her when he breaks the kiss, lips pursing into a pout. She’d get flustered all over again however watching him lick his fingers, a pang shooting through her belly and blood rushing to her cheeks.

God, why did you make the devil so hot? And why did you make her heart so easy?

“S-Shuddup!” Irene’s protest is as weak as her hand giving his chest a half hearted whap before she tilts her face away as if she’d be able to hide it in this position. “I…I don’t..usually…”

She turns her face back to him, attempting to regain what composure she could while leaning naked and dripping against his body. She was certain his thigh must have been soaked by now. There was another pang now, this one in her chest that reflected in her eyes as she looks up at him. She parts her lips to speak, but decides instead to try for more kisses.

“W-we’re not done yet…I…I have more hollering I want to do..” Soft kisses along his jaw, a hand sliding along his stomach. “I’ll beg..just this once…touch me more please~”

[Apparently Diet hadn't believed him, but he better soon because he was chubbing as the weight was pressing in. It was a strangely?? Unilateral??? Ache?]

Maybe I am tired. [And maybe he'd given himself over to the idea of trying Diet out.] Doing work and not flouncing around in the woods.

Seem to be suffering me just fine.

[ Lazy smile down at him, holding the Fallen by his forearms, letting his thumbs drag over Lucifer's wrists. Putting most of his weight on him-- wouldn't be comfortable, but he was testing out the whole pain thing. ]

All tuckered out already?