Stressreliefx - Stress Relief

[An easy request to fulfill. Knew Rook to be flexible enough. Keeping him pressed into desk was easy too. The hard part was wanting to keep his hand on Rook’s throat.

Another time, when he was in a form with more hands.

For now, he reluctantly removed it in favor of helping the other hook under knees and push them up and then back down into Rook’s shoulders. Keeping steady pressure on back of thighs to keep them there.

This was really putting the poor desk to the test as much as it was likely doing to Rook. There’s a creaking that Lucifer was ignoring. It was sturdy wood.]

Make a mess on my desk. [Lucifer finally found a number of thoughts and words. A playfully cruel grin on his lips as he was upright in favor of holding Rook down to take him fully to root now.] We both know who is going to clean it up for me. [A knowing velvety statement.]

[Rook was a great sight. A more fantastic sound. Always attuned to noise more than anything. His husband really liked to talk and he really hit a sweet spot on praise and vocal-ity. Tended to make Lucifer’s spine tingle.

Had him taking a hand off hip to reach up and settle around Rook’s throat, pressing fingers along the man’s jaw and chin. Stare getting keen on his husband’s mouth. Palm against his throat. Holding without squeezing. though it was easy to brace the grip against resistance of collarbones at the same time to stop the same jostle he’d been enjoying. Make the thrusts a bit deeper and more jarring for Rook.

Leaning down and over him, against him, trapping member between stomachs, and kissing the man’s bottom lip. Making a very raw and pleased sound back. An entreating sound, too. He could rarely think around Rook’s body, but he did adore the man’s voice.]

He grinned a little Too Smug as he's pulled along--ears getting a little pink is a side thing. Walking up on his knees either side of her to follow. Obedient and focused. Rumbling a growl that was as close as he could get to a purr with Duncan's vocals.

When he was no longer following, he braced hands on bed and held himself up in place. Chin tilting to give her more room to be at his throat. Before he was just leaning into the touch on his face.

"I did say anything for you." He reminded her. He thought that was a pretty good answer. Sucking in some air when her teeth were on his neck. "You can fuck me with it. I can fuck you. This form. The other. Yours." Tried to be more direct and articulate. While some of his brain was slipping away from him at the sound of his buckle being undone. As he'd known it would.

“I’m…I’m gonna eat you..” Irene hisses, though there’s no real power behind it as she squirms. He would get the spicy he wanted in the form of her practically clawing at him after he flips her over, pulling him down.

Even as spicy as she was, she still melts into the kiss as she usually does. She’s needy, moaning as hands grasp at his suit, his shoulders, and settling for capturing his tie in her hands to keep him from pulling away too far from her. He’d be fed an ample supply of moans and soft pants, her teeth finding his lip and pulling it gently when he moves to speak.

“Finally~” She whispers and scoots back, pulling his tie to bring him up with her. “Now get your ass up here so I can rip your clothes off.”

She pauses mid pull to go in for another kiss, pulling her bra off from where it dangled at her elbow and throwing it across the room before moving to nibble his chin to his neck. She’d pause, still a bit hazy before cupping his cheek. “You know, you never did answer me about if you wanted to try that toy. I’m going to drain you like a succubus regardless but thought I’d offer before I do so.”

She then lowers her head, kissing and suckling on his neck as her free hand begins working on his belt buckle.

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

[ @voxtekoverlord ]

ooc;

ok so if anyone is curious as to how this mess with lucifer started it was a crack discussion that got way out of hand so for context: here's some of the mini rp

(warning for nsfw topics, touching on abuse from the hands of people they've cared about and other things, also some naughty business.)

the real nitty gritty rp when it went full serious is:

here

(nsfw fun times here, also valentino shows up to be a dick but nothing happens except him getting his ass beat)

its not finished by any means and all that but u know, i think asche writes beautifully so i had to add what we have so far~ <3

@burningfeathersx

[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.]

[Barked a laugh despite himself. Larynx bobbed with a swallow while Rook was at his throat like that. Inspired a great tenderness and that always translated to one of his absurdly triggered love chubs. It was just a little upsetting for his ego when he got worked up so quick over virtually nothing especially horny going on.

Not so idly taking stock of surfaces near to them while his shirt was being undone.]

[Rook was terrible about his affectionately spicy mischiefs. He gave another light snort when he was let freeeee.]

I’m the sweet one? I didn’t even rub your back. Must have me mistaken for one of your other attention sources.

Boys who are bigger than me and still submit? Hot. Knowing that at any moment you could 100% not do what I’m saying and yet here you are, on your knees, willfully submitting? To see you look up at me and trust that I know what to do, what you should do, and you’re goin to give over all you have to me even though you don’t have to? Amazing . 11/10.

On the other hand, there are the boys who I 100% can pick up and throw on a bed. I can pin your arms against a wall and we both know that you cannot get out from under me, I am in complete control. To look those boys in the eye in see you squirm a bit, and know that you won’t get out. To look them in the the eye and see the trust that I know what I’m doing and I’m gonna take care of you, of us, and they’re going to love it? Incredible. 11/10.

Submission isn’t a body type. Submission isn’t better or worse with a certain body type - it’s just different: a different power structure, a different type of trust.

So tell me what you need baby, and I’ll deliver.

Hh. Fuck. Okay.

Just ended up catching up Pride's bottom with both his hands and dragging their hips in close together. Such a way as he ended up pressing semi-erection to one of Pride's thighs and Pride would ended up similarly.

Head held in place and pulse hammering away under the kisses on his neck. Breaths more than a little unsteady.

Pride had not a single fucking complaint at the hint of response to his movements. Not quite as fluid, but definitely fucking tenderized lately. Between his realization that he was grieving beings that he did not think he would ever grieve, to the sudden one-eighty that was falling in with the weird half-fae musician, to almost fucking dying too many times lately, he did not have quite as much desire to be playfully aggressive beyond the surface-level.

Ended up keeping one arm around Lucifer while the other coasted up and into his hair. Finding purchase there while he diverted his mouth to steady, maybe slightly greedy kisses along his jaw and down to his neck. Clinging, a bit. Always hungry for him whenever he could find the time and place where he was allowed to be. Where no one saw.