Always Around You.

Goddamn tease. He comforted himself with getting hands more back where he could enjoy the dual handfuls of her bottom. Good place for better support in future activities anyway.

He was wise enough to tighten his hold on her when she tried to do a quick drop onto him wholesale. Slowed her down the little bit to not make that an entirely painful experience. Knew it was a bit unavoidable. At least at first.

Intense for him too. Gets a sharp inhale and gritted teeth as he leaned back and got used to the fit himself. Certain a thrill to clutched good and deep during that few moments, though. Proud of her for it, almost. Pretty, stubborn, thing she was. Palms came off her only to settle onto the stops of her thighs. Petting and pressing down to keep her from moving too soon. Didn't let up on that until he felt her body relax around him.

All nice and subtle ways to control her pleasure to make sure it stayed pleasure. She might not even notice it, really.

He certainly didn't keep it up once she was bouncing herself along. Swallowing back a good girl for the sake of his tongue. One of those things he'd have to save up on. Her teeth were too close and she was too raw. He'd been pushing a bit hard at her emotions today.

The last of his 'help' was bouncing his knee under her to help her get her upward momentum before she came right back down. Had a good benefit for him, too. Put some extra oomph behind the way the impact made her softer parts bounce. Not just her chest, but her other supple places like inner thighs and bit of tummy and such. He as a sucker for some things.

Even if he was only getting a good look between her insistent kisses. He hardly minded as it meant he was also getting primo sounds direct to lips. Probably did more damage to him than the slick heat of her continuously swallowing him up. Though both sensations met in his lower belly and swirled in a patch of metaphorical sparks there. Skin flushed and soon settling arms around her in a comforting hold so she'd find herself caught against him as she rode him.

His pants and groans were more sparing and quiet. More interested in hearing hers. They were plenty engrossed when he did make them, however.

He'd let her have her fill of being The Boss. Curious to see if she'd go numb like she thought she would. Stars help her if she did. He intended to make due on her wants.

The added guidance of his hands would draw shuddering gasps from Irene, hands moving to tangle in his hair. She began to get cheeky herself, angling her hips so with each slide there was a moment where his tip dipped just a bit before sliding free once again.

His fault for letting her top.

Although she wasn’t able to keep it up forever and when she thought she had driven him to the edge of his patience, she’d pull him close and kiss him deeply as she finally arched so he slipped inside her. A groan escaped against his lips, an expression of discomfort coming across her for the briefest moment at just how much he stretched her before she settled with him fully inside her.

She takes a moment to adjust, securing her grip on him before lifting her hips and letting them fall again. Her voice comes easily again against his lips, hands clutching him for dear life as she rocked and rolled her hips on top of him.

“Oh fuck~ Lucifer~!”

"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.

And disturb all that art you've mad--oh, you mean with your invisible feelers. [He could be intelligent with a budding erection, shh. He did take a pause to hold tie away and he leaned over and laved tongue over one of those perky bits of Rook's chest. Teeth scraping before he pulled up and away again.]

Hm, sure.

Well. I suppose you'll jus' have t'take it off then...

[ Faux innocent at him, even as he shivered from the touch, nips perking in anticipation. He did, presently, have boxers on, slung low on his waist, though that was it. The cream was hand-whipped and flavoured with champagne. As a treat. ]

I can help, if y'like.

break me

break me different

break me safe

break me hard

break me soft

i have cracks and the crevices need new glue

[The dirty pleasure of being generously defiled soothed over any worn out strings the moments before. Biting his own lower lip and trying not to sound a slut about that part specifically. Let alone the flash bangs of teeth and claws splitting skin.

He was pliant. He'd been pliant for a bit now. He remained so. Squeezed in and gripped tight. He didn't fight it. He didn't want to.

When did he start feeling safe and wanted? Every day he felt more like singing glass.

Keep him. He's yours and you're mine.]

[ Pride did not have the wherewithal to judge Lucifer's tip over the edge. He was not any fucking better. Claws dug into the Fallen's chest as if trying to pull him even closer than they already were - might've pulled blood with it, but didn't even have the mental fortitude to process that either.

The tendril wrapped around Lucifer provided just enough follow-up after feeling him reach that final throe to likely overstimulate. Only stopping when Pride himself followed him right over the edge, spilling heavy as he buried teeth into Lucifer's shoulder, though that did little to muffle the practical whine that left him as he shut his eyes tight.

May or may not have felt some burning at the corners of his eyes, but if you ever mentioned that, he would deny it up and down.

He didn't pull away from Lucifer right away. Too busy getting both arms around him to squeeze him tight against himself as he buried his face into the Fallen's shoulder. Hiding there. ]

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

"Stars, Pride--fuck!" He was certainly having a hard time keeping his knees under himself even with the help of the wall and now the hand grasping at his throat.

Despite not being remotely chocked out, his noises started coming out hoarse and strangled. Trusted him in the moment and it had to count. Proper moans and near shouts. Blindly, hand on Pride's hip before went down between his own thighs to grasp himself and stroke, desperate with the heat pooling and coiling in his belly.

Heeee lacked a return quip.

All he had was 'yes', and that sounded a little to eager for his sense of pride.

As it was he was struggling not to he noisy. He was getting spoiled on being treated this way. "Hngk! F-fuck!" A harsh gasp still came out of him at first. That's not a lot of prep work.

Not that the bit of lacing pain-pleasure heat did anything at all to inhabit a damn thing about his enjoyment. Just coiled around his nervous system right along side the nails along his front that made him do a very sensual arch of his back. Body trying to meet two things at once between nails and the cock taking his voice away from him--quick and unforgiving.

He slapped palm to wall for the balance and leverage to steady himself enough for pressing back into sequential thrusts. Other hand was back and gripping at Pride's hip. He's a mess, breathing in hard, hot, huffs that intermingle with heady groans and stilted gasps.

Couldn't call him 'blindsided', but Pride sure decided to steamroll him.

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We do work very well with each other, s’true.

[ Enjoyed the petting and gave an apologetic kiss to Lucifer’s thigh. ]

Sorry. You’ll be warm enough soon, luv, I promise.

[ He wouldn’t spend too much time on it, sending the cloth back to the sink and trailing kisses along the shaft before taking it into his warm, wet mouth, tongue laving along the underside up to the sensitive bundle of nerves at the head. Hummed appreciatively at the familiar sensation, letting it vibrate around Lucifer’s cock. ]

[Lucifer was content to let his fingers stay nestled in curls. Sure, Rook was giving him oral, but that didn’t mean it had to be impersonal.

He tucked free arm behind his head as he let out a low rumble of a groan. Lids lowering as he watched the man work his mouth and tongue on him. Just as pleasurable as the actual activities happening. Though they were certainly a treat that drew a breathy moan out of him as well.]

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[ He always enjoyed the way Lucifer so casually and easily stripped. He was happy to lay there, feeling that gaze drag over him, cock doing a little twitch in line with his pleasure at Lucifer’s admiration. And how attracted he was to his husband and Duncan in turn. Then he was in Lucifer’s lap and there was kissing and touching that he very much approved of and leaned into.

Laughed when Lucifer pulled away. ]

Y’welcome t’spend as many of those as y’like, whenever y’like.

[ He would give Lucifer a few of his own kisses in turn, though he would also grind against him at the same time. ]

Fuck, I love you so much. I’m the luckiest kind-of-a-man thing in the universe.

[ But he would slink down between Lucifer’s thighs, legs stretching out behind him and kicking lazily in the air as he settled on his stomach, admiring Lucifer’s cock more directly. Would summon over a damp cloth from the bathroom, taking the dedicated time to wash away any remnants of lube and whatnot while he let his head rest against Lucifer’s thigh. As close to an act of worship as Rook really got outside of a kitchen. ]

You aren’t the only one, yet again. Often together on many things. [He chuckled warm and mild. Content to let Rook be as attentive as he liked. Petting fingers in Rook’s hair while he was resting on his thigh that way. Was a bit intense to have that much attention on one part of himself, but--Rook was that way.

And it did buff his ego nicely to be admired by him.

Rook was easy to reward in some ways and he relaxed back against propped pillows. Inhaling quick when cooler than air damp cloth was cleaning him.] Thoughtful. And chilly. [He remarked. Otherwise patient and appreciating being cared for.]

Make me feel alive