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Not the most important bit, but, well, Duncan is a very handsome man an’ we’re lucky for him.

[ Rook would lick his lips, watching Lucifer strip, and then moaned, quickly getting fully hard in Lucifer’s grip, legs wrapping around behind the Fallen’s thighs. ]

Mmm, fuck– ‘course, luv.

[ He’d make a ‘come hither’ gesture and the drawer would open and the lube would quickly make its way to easy grabbing difference for Lucifer, hovering in place. ]

Been thinkin’ of me while y’workin’?

You ask as though you don’t waltz in here from time to time at your peak bonobo hours. [He drawled, voice husky, but steady. As he took up bottle and drizzled to slick the strokes around them both. A fun way to prep up.]

Let him not be a beefcake? Forget it. [He joked openly with Rook. Tossing shirt off to the side and reaching to bounce one of Duncan’s very generous pecs.] Look at that. It’s too much. [He broke into his own chortle. Kind of brushing gently over the fact he did keep Duncan’s body well-fed and well worked out to maintain this physique.] What am I without tits, honestly? [Extra silly. As he got to unbuckling his belt and sliding that off.] What the hell would I even hold onto on this man if he wasn’t built like a brickhouse? It’d be impossible.

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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.

Expression went soft. Shivering hard between the words, the bite, and the firm strokes through already wet spotted boxer-briefs. Breath warm and heavy on her shoulder.

She was intense. When she wanted to be.

Though the sudden flagging confident made him chuckle, slightly winded. One day he'd get her to stop second guessing herself. For now, he inhaled sharp through her bite before he was up near her ear again. Offering a quiet placating groan of pleasure before speking,

"My word is feather. There are few things you can do to me that I won't like." He kissed the spot between her shoulder and throat. Dragging teeth into skin a little. "I don't get on my knees. Unless I choose to." That was the hard limit. Aside form some standards about hygiene and bodily functions. Functional knee use, like now, obviously didn't count.

He hoped that gave her some confidence.

Lucifer sat back some and started removing clothing articles that weren't needed. All the ones except for the tie~ That she seemed to love pulling. "You do seem to like this body best." A smug tease as composure returned for a moment. Bringing her her hands to his skin on his chest and torso. "I know you want to tell me what do to. Tell me. Do I need to help you get strapped up, love? Do I need to lay down and prep while you get ready?" Encouraging her to be herself.

That's all he'd ever wanted. All that made him love her. All that got him so hard as he was right now.

“What if I want all of the above?” Irene whispers against his throat, finally getting his belt buckle free and pulling it loose before launching the entire belt across the room. It had angered her, daring to stand in the way of her and the treasure she sought. The pants were next, unbuttoned and unzipped so she could slip her hand inside.

“I’m going to put it on, then I want to watch you fuck yourself on it. I wanna hear my name on your lips when you cum.” She bites his neck, leaving a nice little mark. “Then it’ll be my turn to ride you and ooh am I going to ride you. Then when I can’t move anymore, fuck me like you’re trying to give our baby a brother.”

She strokes him through his underwear, biting his neck again before pausing. “Ah, if that’s okay of course. I want you badly but not enough to make you uncomfortable…and you can choose form. I’ll fuck both…but if you’re going to switch to the other form, we gotta make sure we put the tie on. I want it to stay on.”

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~!”

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[Lucifer's face heated up on him and he didn't want to talk about that. Swallowing hard once the tongue was on his throat.]

You think damned souls manage themselves? I'm the only thing between you and Asmodeus trying to smash planes together, for one thing. [Calling his work useless. Fuck you, sir.]

And what use has that been, hm? So much wasted energy and now pinned down here under big, bad werewolf...

[ Leaned down and was going to be an ass and shove his face against Lucifer's throat, let his human teeth scrape over it, catching against Adam's apple before following with a wet lap of his tongue. ]

Tasty little treat...

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Yes we all know and love power play, but what about the inverse?

Instead of being forced to kneel for the mafia boss or alpha werewolf or huge hulking demon... they kneel for you.

Big broad shoulders trembling as you deny them for the fourth time. Holding back growls as you yank them around by their horns, put their head where you want it. Hearing that deep, usually confident voice shake as they beg to be allowed to come.

I think that's even more hot. Knowing they could end you, but instead choose to let you treat them like a plaything.

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