[Hummed And Kissed His Cheek Before Getting Up From Bed.]

[He used to have a stare that was just seething, ball busting, critically acclaimed, hate.

It'd been a few years since then. He could muster the loathing to make a grown man shrink small as their dick was, but...

It was still Piercing. Cut through a person and scattered shadows in 'em. That was there as ever. But right now, today, they had a sadness that didn't usually lurk in the semi-open unless he was on a whole suicidal number of quaaludes. Haunted, too, in their lack of glinting clarity.

The day old redness framing his eyes, didn't help either. He'd been, apparently, ugly crying hard enough for the damage to stick.

Don't discredit Rook. Lucifer was just prone to a cycle of melancholy. He was relatively recovered--and then he wasn't.

He still didn't squeeze, but his jaw was creaking. And he was back to looking down at Pride's mouth alone.

There were many reasons he covered his eyes all the time. They told on him too much.]

[ A hand at his throat was less than he expected and truly probably kinder than he deserved. He swallowed a bit when he felt those fingers there. Did not think he wanted Donovan to take any damage that couldn’t be mended…

My Pride, Lucifer had said. The statement had him suppressing his own little shiver. Couldn’t let the other see that.

With a careful hand, he steadily removed the glasses, fixing his own red-ringed eyes on the other’s. Not afraid or judgmental. Whatever he found, he had no doubts that it was all Lucifer.

Even in Host- Still beautiful. ]

one of my favorite things is something i heard a long time ago.

paper bondage.

its where you make cuffs out of strips of paper taped together and if the cuffs break, the scene is over. so your sub has to do everything in their power to keep their hands together and not to break the cuffs. so its completely mental bondage.

anyone wanna try it?

He laughed, a booming sound that rolled around throat and chest. Her intense statement was, to him, silly in the moment despite her intentions and the follow up just made it more absurd yet.

In fact, this whole situation? Bit absurd. He leaned more into the desk behind him, but in such a way he was sitting barely on the edge of it. Let him take some weight off his feet.

The laugh, at least, was a short and punctual one. And, luckily, he wasn't the sort to cool off from laughing.

Made him a touch more heated, honestly.

"You just love going hot and then cold, hm?" The hand on her neck had migrated too. Letting that control go in favor of catching her jaw corner and running gloved thumb passing over her lower lip. If he smudged her lipstick? Oops~

At least his gloves were fine, soft, broken in leather.

She got a kiss, then. Followed up his thumb. He was bold with it, if soft and--mindful. He could sense something of a reservation and more than the kind where she was trying to play it cool. So while he tested tongue along hers, he didn't get too aggressive with it. More of a cheeky little taste and invitation.

Half a distraction so he other hand could press into the small of her back and encourage her to step in all the closer. Right up between his knees. The choice is decidedly not an overbearingly masculine one. Makes him the one at a bit of a stance disadvantage and slips some control back to her court in a subtle way.

He still got the benefit of her warm curves flush up to him. But it sure meant his arousal was getting no place to hide while intimately pressed to one of her thighs. Garments keeping it lilted to one side.

He'd also forgotten about his nose. He truly did not have a working pain reception system. It ached and felt hot--not dissimilar to other parts. What was the difference? At least he'd stopped bleeding.

Her feet stumbled across the floor, allowing her body to come as close as he had wanted as her hands come to clutch his jacket in almost a desperate grip.

Damn him. Damn him and his stupid sexy face, his stupid way of talking, and damn him most of all for not being afraid of the spikes that she wore to protect herself. She wasn’t supposed to be vulnerable and she wasn’t supposed to be in situations like this, giving control over to a man.

Yet here she was.

Their thread would be connected pinkie to pinkie, and in this moment, she wrapped it around her throat as those red plump lips of hers part.

“I wouldn’t want you too.” Her voice is barely louder than a whisper and a shiver runs the length of her body as she seems to just melt into him. Her hands slide up his body, along his arms and shoulders to his neck. Her nails are feather soft against the skin, teasing in their touch as they climb his pulse to the sides of his face.

“If you’re going to fuck me…fuck me with your whole heart Lucifer…” Her voice grows thick, breath growing a touch faster as she closes her eyes. “Carve yourself into my body and soul so I never forget.”

Then one eye pops open as she gives him a rather nervous smile. “O-Or we could…just like..make out if you’re not wanting..you know…that’s okay too.” A weak attempt to backpedal, although admittedly a very halfhearted one. Even in a state like this, she at least had to try to maintain some sort of defensive posturing despite her body screaming at her to rip his clothing off and ride him until he went blind.

scared.

[The maneuver with the shoe was a bit of a dirty trick in a way. Lucifer could get into a headspace where he was very much actively aroused--and ignore it. Couldn't very well ignore it while attention was pressing along the very expression of it.

Didn't have to play up the tension in his shoulders anymore. Or newly in his thighs. Next breath less even. Much more aware of his own aching again. Felt stepped on despite Rook never having put any weight behind it.

Attention pinpoint until he heard a zip and caught sight of something that admittedly watered his mouth. He'd always be a sucker (hah, pun possibly intended) for oral. He'd always been most engaged with his mouth and hands getting onto his partners.

Hardly needed the touch in his hair to tip his head and arch toward the offering. Always enjoyed Rook's voice, enjoyed he was a talker, kept his sound-loving self well fed, but he felt like talking himself in that moment was a hinderance and a speed-bump to what he wanted to fill his mouth instead.

For Rook he certainly didn't mind seeming overeager. He lolled tongue out as a landing pad with lips parted. Gaze up at Rook an entreat.]

[ He was a singular sort. Grinned down at the sight of Lucifer as he was, licking his lips in sincere and unabashed, adoring lust. Drinking him in and committing the sight to memory, since he couldn't ask to paint him just now. ]

Now don' you jus' look like a right treat... Lucky if I ever make something that looks half as good.

[ He'd trace the tip of his shoe against the seam and zip of Lucifer's trousers, along the cramped underside of his cock, just enough to really torture the poor thing. ]

Not jus' yet, though. Y'know I always worry about you eatin' well, luv.

[ Rook was happy enough to get his own fly undone, trousers unbuttoned, to let his cock out, curling just a little to the side as he reached down to get a hand threaded through Lucifer's hair to the back of his skull, pulling the Fallen forward a bit, head tilted back. ]

Hungry?

[Pulled him in closer somehow.

Okay, you're here. Still.]

Don't do it again.

[Came rasping harshly out of him by Pride's ear in this little interlude. Lucifer was an infernal mess like the rest of them. Everything important always came out wrong. Like threats and violence.

He was always trying a little harder for the short list of people that got close enough to bother for.

P.S. he knew there was no promise to be made, it would likely happen again.]

[ He fucking knew - it was why he'd felt so compelled to apologize despite that being incredible out of character for him. It had been asking too much to have Lucifer regulate Pride's stupid starvation, pain, hunger spiral that he had full capacity to figure out himself - just hadn't wanted to.

Pride had discovered regret too. He was having it every stupid day for every stupid decision that he had a tendency to make. Mostly for making the people suffer who he didn't actually want to suffer. Wanted a LOT OF PEOPLE TO SUFFER, to be clear.

But not Lucifer.

Pride heard his quickened breaths and his movements paused for just a bit, something in his chest clawing at him. Guilt, regret, hurt, sorry. All in the back of his head as the hand still on Lucifer's leg went upwards further than its partner, pressing against his chest warmly - reassuringly.

Still here. Wanted to stay there. Wanted to be there.

Turned his head enough to kiss Lucifer again, though this one much less aggressive. More solid and slow. It's okay. Reassurances that he could give without saying them out loud. ]

[His tie was pretty fiddle-able. He took to letting his stare wander while they were talking. Ignoring a rumble in his stomach--ugh, endless.]

So, the difficulties at present is not getting my suit covered in confections. [Even as he reached up and swiped up the less solid of the treats to have a taste from finger. Distinctly near a nipple with that.]

[ Rook did know Lucifer far too well. Had wormed his way into his life and had grown like kuzdu around the Fallen's heart.

Trusted it wouldn't be too long before Lucifer arrived, only looking through a few other photos on his phone in the meanwhile before he was looking up at his husband. Mischievous grin spreading across his face. Left his phone hovering in the air, though it floated to the side. ]

Ah, well, someone has to bedevil the devil, or sommat like that.

S'like... enrichment. An' it lets me see you from some of y'best angles...

[ Would reach out to fiddle with the end of Lucifer's tie, careful not to upset the snacks still decorating his body. Snickered, because he could. ]

[Handsome, goofy, bonobo husband. He pressed a number more of kisses to his face and lips, brief and soft.] Love you too. [He pulled out of himself from that vulnerable place in him.

Wasting a little bit of soul energy to mimic a minor miracle that cleaned up them both of the mess they'd made without needing to leave for a shower. He wanted to keep him here. Close and warm and his.

Even slipped out of Duncan to press Rook between them too of them. Something Duncan had no problem facilitating by squeezing them both into himself as he settled them into laying comfortably together.]

[ He did. He trusted Lucifer implicitly, explicitly, in every way. Especially with that spot. If he used it 'against him' it was for fun and not to take advantage in a bad way.

Rook was well-addled but made pleased noises about the affection, psychic energy stroking over Lucifer, little staticky prickles touching whatever was available while his higher functions were rebooting. His balls would certainly ache before long, but Rook would say it was well worth it. ]

Luv y'...

[ Managed it more on reflex than anything else, his subconscious need to tell Lucifer still in his mental buffer. ]