Having A Praise Kink And A Degradation Kink Is So Much Fun Because You Can Say Literally Whatever You

Inktober - 12 - Shattered.

divorced couple energy ship will always be immaculate to me. we hate each other. we've seen each other naked. I know how you take your morning coffee. I will never make you your morning coffee again. get it yourself. here you go, I gave it to you anyway. you disgust me. I will always be somewhat in love with you. I will be yours forever. you're not mine anymore. you will always be mine. fuck you. let's fuck, for old time's sake. did you steal my cd? no, no. keep it.

When he got ONE whole breath, un-assaulted, he was able to answer with some CRANK AND IRE. (Not to diminish the love he felt for certain bonobo man and electronic chatterbox.)

"No! I just--" Calm down. The hardest thing in the world for him to do when he wasn't being antagonized and stripped naked. "I have to be prepared due to certain people." He huffed out with less anger. He was being pragmatic and responsible!

The opposite of whatever this was. Hissing in a breath under the scratching the claws. Hmn. Barely recovering from that when Diet preceded to be a bastard! Coloring up hot in his face all over again before he turned his head away with a jerk. Fucker. May as well have rubbed it into his face.

Not that he got to grind his molars for long.

"Ha-ah!" Future promises lost on Lucifer who was struggling to stay relaxed enough to take all that in a go. Directing tension into his lower belly and shoulders. And the press of knees into either side of Dietrich's hips. Head pushing into his own bicep which knocked shades askew.

Just going to give Lucifer the Biggest Look about the lube in his suit pocket. "Were planning on this? Clairvoyant? Or just hoping someone would indulge?"

Boy, he's having a great time being a nasty old man at Lucifer right now. All those fun reactions, and snapping at him like he's not held down and stretched over Devang's kitchen table.

Dragged his claws up Lucifer's stomach and chest, not being delicate enough to stop some little red lines opening up as he moved the Fallen a little to the side to get at his coat. Found the lube and set it down on the table, dragging the boxer briefs and trousers down Lucifers' thighs and off his legs completely, pausing only to get the Fallen's shoes off one handed, tossing them on the kitchen floor. Setting the trousers and underwear up on the table next to Lucifer. Was all purposeful about it too, letting those pre-smeared sharks sit in easy view. Look what you've done so far, Lucifer.

"There. Now can get at you without pesky clothing in way..."

Looking down at him like he was an all you can eat buffet.

Flipped the bottle of lube around, still doing things one-handed, not going to let Lucifer's wrists go. Not until he was inside him. Got a generous amount of lube on his fingers, pressing two together to Lucifer's entrance, massaging around, half-teasing as he worked one in, then the other in short order.

"Next time will eat ass out properly, when I know you can behave."

Make me feel alive

He nearly didn't catch that her handed was headed places. Distracted.

Wasn't until she got hold of him through layers of fabric that he hissed in a surprised breath, fingers that had been circling her clit around pausing. He got hold of the offending wrist and guided it away to hold against the small of her back. He wasn't ready to be touched yet. His clear head was stored in the trapped dick at the moment.

"Don't worry. You'll have run of that in a moment." He promised, voice on the fat side with desire. Thick finger delved between folds and in deep. Second joining shortly after. Mindful, but wanting her to feel slightly overwhelmed. Always eager for sounds. Followed up his actions with nice wall stroking thrusts of those fingers. "I'll be all yours. Whatever you want, love." A more breathless assurance.

He just wanted a little something for him, first.

The kisses along her neck send shivers along the length of her body, a soft giggle bubbling from her lips as her back arches with the kisses along her spine. She hears the words whispered against her skin, closing her eyes. This is what she had been craving, his undivided honest attention. No feelings or thoughts stealing his mind away from her. Just…them. Together.

She basks in it like a cat in the warm sun, stretching her arms out and pressing her ass against his hand when his fingers capture her panties to slide them down. She was glistening already, aching to be touched and she’d give a happy mewl when he obliged.

“Ah…Lucifer..Mmm~” She lifts her head to look back towards him, biting her lip as she pushes against his fingers. The feeling of the soft leather on such sensitive skin felt so different, and it was making her quiver. She reaches an arm back, attempting to touch him. Stroke him. Reach any part of him she could. If she was able to reach that aching tent in his pants even better.

There you go, relaxing is good. Very important. Heated and eager is good and cute, but--Irene easing into the moment was much more suitable.

His general quiet shouldn't be taken for disinterest. Lucifer is enamored and that gave him an intense kind of focus that had a bad habit of way-laying his own needs. For all the well-defined attention he was giving, he was being pliant and attentive. If she was going to tug on his hair and demand a kiss, she was going to get one. Though he was helpful by helping her head turn at a comfortable enough angle by releasing chest and cupping her jaw and chin with fingers. Taking the strain of the effort from her.

He's tucking kisses into the folder of things Irene really gets bothered for. It's a cute thing to keep in mind. Cute often being a code word for a number of things that made his chest flutter with his unique scramble of this is hot to him and also makes Lucifer feel affectionate for a person. She'll get used to it.

Other busy-body hand found the button, as it were, to tease in strokes and circles. Bit of quick and slow. Alternating to find what she responded to most and best. (He's a learning computer, ha!) He was a fiend for Sounds. Quiet, loud, stammered, whispered, reserved, panted--didn't matter. Give him some. He'd eat them up. Literal at the moment given he had her lips occupied and was getting incredibly suggestive with it.

Wasn't too long, either way, that he was delving in fingers and fitting heel of his palm up to that perky spot he'd just been getting to know. He had these parts sometimes. He knew what to do. He also knew he could be ruthless. She had the possibly unfortunate advantage of peaking out a number of more times than he did right now. Boy, was he going to exploit that terribly. And not just because his cock gave a sympathetic twitch as a second digit joined the first to work and stroke into delightfully warm, slick, insides. Palm grinding in a matching rock on the outside.

Also because he owed her some wrecking for his fucking sunglasses (and his nose to a lesser extent).

One moment she was working to free the beast, the next she knew the world had spun on its axis, her back now pressed into his chest. She felt his hands on her pants and she’s quick to unbutton them to make it easier to pull them to her knees. She uses this moment to grind her ass against him with a cheeky smile, one arm hooking around his shoulder to help her stay pressed against him while his hands wandered her body. She kicked with a foot, forcing her pants down the rest of the way.

Her smile fades quickly, melting into a sweet inhaled moan as his hands found their targets. She can’t help the instinctive twitch, biting her lip to help muffle her moans at his gentle stroking as her hands grasped his arms. As his fingers probed deeper, her thighs would first press together. Every catch of his callused fingers would almost shock her body with a lightning bolt of pleasure, making her hips twitch and rub her ass against him. He’d find his fingers quickly and thoroughly slickened as her thighs part, almost as if begging for more.

She tilts her head, giving him free rein of her neck and shoulder, forcing herself to let go of the arm clutching her breast and sliding her fingers through his hair. Using this new grip on his head, she’d try to beg for more kisses with soft needy whimpers as her other hand releases his other arm, now attempting to stroke him through his pants although with the current angle she wasn’t wholly successful.

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[ He’d found it easier to work with having it longer and tied back in the kitchen, didn’t get in his face, and easier for hair nets to stop anything escaping. He did make sure to take care of it.

Gave a harder suck when Lucifer got the other hand in there too and swallowed around him, enjoying the drag on his lips as the rhythm started up. Even gave Lucifer a crisp thumbs up to continue, goofy about it even as he focused on enjoying the task at hand. Tucked a stray curl behind his ear like he was being coquettish, coupling it with flicking lips around the tip, hand working the base of the shaft. ]

[Would have laughed if he had the mind for it. He didn’t. He had a mind for enjoying his husband and his lovely mouth. Attentive hands. Fully self-indulgent. He did little to pace himself, either.

Rumbled a low purr to Rook of his name as a courteously warning just as he crested. Spilling hot and thick onto Rook’s waiting tongue.]

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[ Rook always appreciated those hands in his hair. Still kept it long, but he’d have the tie slide down and off so the curls flowed around his face, the ends just about even with the bottom of his pecs.

Rook’s oral was anything but impersonal. Relished the opportunity, devoted and playful and clearly getting his own enjoyment from it. He’d pull off with a wet pop, letting Lucifer’s cock rest against the warmth of his cheek while his hand shifted to rub and cup his balls, pressing an impulsive kiss to his tip. ]

If, in the heat of the moment, you end up pressin’ the spot an’ makin’ me cum, I won’ be upset about it…

[ Would let him know with a saucy grin before taking Lucifer down to the root, swallowing around the familiar shape of him, groaning, pleased, at how full his mouth was. ]

[He certainly took up playing fingers in the length of his hair when it was down. He felt like Rook had grown it out some. Or he had gotten used to it being up. Either way. Luxurious for his wandering fingers. He did brush hair to one side to keep his prized view.

Tugged on it a little while he was laying against the man’s lips and cheek. He’d never get very tired of the way Rook looked like that.]

Noted. [A whiskey warm acknowledgement in the moment before he was in tight heat. Tense and letting out another groan. Head fell back to really enjoy the feeling. First thing he did in the ‘heat of the moment’ was take arm out from behind his head to have both hands in Rook’s hair.

Knowing full well Rook would let him treat him with a little bit of crudeness. Holding him in place as he worked his own hips in a lazy rolling fuck of Rook’s mouth.]

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[His ears were hot from that profession as much as the wonderful way that whole body tensioned and bucked up to his mouth before settling down. Then he sat up on the bed, licking lips and taking up napkin from nearby nightstand (with it's tray) to clean up his chin. Looking a little over-calm and bedroom eyed.]

So, what did you make for me, Roh?

[ He'd get to enjoy plenty of moans and whines from Rook as he got his fill. It had been a hot minute since they'd indulged quite like this, and the enthused way Lucifer had with his mouth was more than enough to have the mutant arching and hopelessly wet against his tongue.

Always did very fun things to his head and his heart, being the focus of such dedicated attention from his husband. ]

Love you... Love you so f-f-fuckin' much, Lu--!

[ He let out a gasp, thighs tensing as another crest of spine-melting pleasure ran through him. ]