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[ He was very spoiled, and he’d watch Lucifer as he stroked himself, licking his lips in anticipation. Shuddering when Lucifer backed away and started getting dressed. Fuck, he loved this whole… situation here. ]

Yes, luv. Wouldn’… wanna make any extra work for her.

[ He’d use his hand to get the cum from his stomach and lick it up, eyes slipping closed. Once he wouldn’t drip, he’d slip off the desk and kneel down beside it, tongue getting to work cleaning off the top. Might even be an extra good bonobo and tighten up the screws that had been rattled loose with their fucking. ]

M’only complaint is that I can kinda taste the cleanin’ spray…

[ Would rest his cheek on the desk once he was done, swallowing and gently palming himself. ]

[Hummed approval for the screws when he heard them turning.

Rook, being done, he came over and pet fingers through his hair. Very purposefully, now and then, skirting the edges of that spot behind Rook’s ear.]

Hah! Poor thing. Give me a little while and you can get a better taste if you like. [Chuckling on that low baritone. Not the one that meant danger. The one that was full of fondness and a touch of lewdness.]

For now, do you wish to stay here? Or should I take us home? Are you feeling alright? [Checking in as he was want to do when toying around with Rook’s libido.]

[There’s the bonobo he knows and loves. Earned a brief and groan interrupted chuckle. Thrusts unsteady through Rook’s orgasm. Gaze darkening as he rode through it. Swiping thumb through what was still on abdomen to have his own taste. He put in all the work to make it, after all.

Then he withdrew from Rook, taking his own cock in hand to add to the pooling mess there with a few firm and quick strokes. Bucking into the circle of his fingers as he spilled out. Making sure there was plenty to make Rook lick up. He deserved that as much.

He gave one of Rook’s thighs a squeeze before he stepped away to give him space and freedom.] Make sure to get all of it. Wouldn’t want to make the cleaning lady deal with it instead. Poor thing struggles enough with the blood some days. [Smug and retrieving strewn about clothing. He would put Rook’s in a neat pile on nearby visitor’s seat, at least. While putting on the minimum of his own.]

[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. ]

[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. ]

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Oh, I think it does everyone some good.

[ Rook could have stared at Lucifer’s eyes for hours if he could, they were beautiful, though the tears he wanted to help brush away. He’d wrap his arms around Lucifer, tight but not trapping, firm and protective and loving. ]

People, I think, do respect you. Know that y’Fair. An’ there’s a few people y’learned t’tolerate…

Y’softened up, just a little, an’ I don’ think it’s bad. Y’not the beast y’used t’be, anyway. I don’ think so, at least.

Existence isn’ exactly easy, but, well, at the very least, makes me love you even more. If there’s anythin’ else I can do, y’need only say the word an’ I’ll make it happen. Don’ even need a Deal for it, since I love you that much.

[ Trying to bring it back a little playful. Didn’t think Lucifer wanted to be universally beloved, given his broad disdain for humanity, but Rook would do just about anything to see Lucifer happy. ]

[Had anyone else said all of those things, he might’ve gotten angry. Or defensive. Or both angry and defensive. At the very least, told them they needed to shut up and they didn’t obviously understand a damned thing they thought they did.

But Rook did Know something and that made it hard to rally against. So he didn’t. Helped that the statements were true even if some of them bristled at his Working Ego.]

I know you would. You give me everything I want already. No Deals needed.

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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.

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It’s okay, I dunno how any of you put up with me either, though m’happy t’reap the benefits of it for as long as I can.

[ He’d keep up the petting, humming about October. ]

Yeah, those horny teens with ouija boards can find better things t’do than mess with you. [ Brushed a thumb over Lucifer’s cheekbone. ] Jus’ remember t’have a break when y’can. S’all I ask, m’most delectable an’ exquisite an’ perfect husband. Who deserves t’be laid out on a nice warm golden throne of a bed bein’ hand fed fresh grapes an’ the finest of wines.

[Chuckled a bundle through all of that.]

I am so glad Duncan spoils you for me. I’m not the only one that deserves a wonderful bed and to be fed grapes in it. [Caught the hand at his cheek to kiss the palm warmly.]

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[ He would reward Lucifer with some kisses along his jaw and throat when he was spun around, clinging happily to him. And then they were in bed, and he would snuggle up to him, dragging fingers through Lucifer’s hair. ]

Absolutely bafflin’ how I make y’into all this, isn’ it?

[ Snorted. ]

Y’been burnin’ the candle at both ends again, looks like, Lucifer. Need some time t’relax…

[Leaned into the fingers in his hair and snuffed out some air.]

Completely and always. Don’t think I’m going to figure it out since I still haven’t.

[He set his head on Rook’s lap and sighed. Full of air he was getting out of himself. Extension of him relaxing, maybe.]

I know. I know. Soon. You know how I feel about October. I’ll take a whole break then. For now, you can complain about it in the meantime. As long as you also call me handsome and pretty and wonderful. [He had that praise thing, after all.]

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i know a handful of people who see performing oral as a purely submissive act, and i just can’t bring myself to agree. it can be, of course—i have a healthy appreciate for putting a sweet thing’s pretty little mouth to better use. but god, i love the feeling of being down on my knees, watching your knees tremble and your legs buck as you try to stand tall. i love having you splayed flat out, the way your back arches and your voice shakes, as you try to get closer, closer, closer. you’re mine. mine to pleasure, if i so wish. there’s a certain kind of dominance in that.