Break Me

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

Oh, boy. He'd stumbled into a tiger pit, hadn't he?

A bemused thought that didn't linger. Stolen off with the wet slide she gave him. Much as it was 'all meat', the meat still felt good. His own and hers. Quick to encourage that with hands on her hips giving her some nice press and rock to her activities--assisting. Regardless of all the self control and ignorance he could give that in the world, it still reacted strongly when directly given attention.

"Maybe I'll believe your sterling intentions tomorrow." Came out of him humorous and a bit reedy in the voice. All sharp and cruel eyed before, his expression and stare had dulled on the edges. Too gun shy with his gaze to find hers, but he'd gone a smidge molten--distracted. Low groan of a pant against the tail end of the most recent kiss.

Forgetting to have a quip. Mouth having gone a little dry with anticipation. And the effort to let her decide what she wanted of him and when. Fuck if he wasn't tempt to get clever and change that rub into more. Still in the business, however, of ultimately keeping Irene's sense of control intact. (Thistimethistimethistime. He'd get fucking cheeky another time. When he had enough of her trust.)

Irene didn’t waste any time wrapping her legs around him, arms coming up to wrap around his shoulders so she could help support her weight on their way to the chair. He had a point about the bed and it caused her brow to knit together before she leans down to nuzzle him.

“Well next time we’ll have to try not fucking in my office then.” She responds to his teasing, smiling as she peppers kisses along his jaw before they sit and she settles herself proper on his lap. Her smile fades at his next words and she’d open her mouth to respond but is interrupted by a kiss.

As with every other kiss, her head would empty as she melts into it. There was that very same giddy smile he was talking about, with soft eyes and tingles cascading down her skin. It’d take a moment but a laugh bubbles up from within her.

“I really am sorry about that. I swear I wasn’t trying to.” She rolls her hips, slicking herself along his length to help prepare for this next step. She leans in for another kiss, smiling. “I just hope I don’t have to break it every time I want you after this. There really is better foreplay.”

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[As usual, there came a point where he was overwhelmed. Driven to hide his face somewhere and his carefully maintained expression broke down into a much less collected front. Had his face down in a palm to lay teeth into the meat of the bit below his thumb just as Pride started getting noisy in his endeavors.

He was weak for that sort of thing. Went along his spine like a line of snap dragons.

The rest was fire on the nerves that kept his attention very pinpoint focused. Pleasure and pain had always been the same knife.

There's a sore temptation to grip fingers into Pride's hair and get savage with it. Lurks with left over anger. But he didn't fucking want that. He wanted...

Much. More.

Fuck, maybe he could be greedy. He took hand away from his own face and got it against the space between Pride's shoulders, other hand's finger using the hold in his hair to press him down. Could get Pride to struggle a bit--and then take a little mercy. Let his irritation go fully for a moment of Pride's discomfort.]

[ No, no. Pride's point was to make sure that Lucifer continued to suffer (in a good way that wasn't actually suffering).

His hands pressed and soothed over the other's thighs, gripping tight as he took Lucifer deep into his mouth to the point where it the deep thrum of his enamored groan would probably be very pointedly felt. Fingers did dance upwards at the same time, sneaking under Lucifer's shirt again to feel and soothe over the skin there. A few biting nails put into the mix whenever he slid his tongue along the underside of Lucifer's arousal.

To him, it tasted so good. His eyes were shut and he had fingers in his hair and he was moaning a little bit like a slut in a way that he had not felt compelled to do before, and so he was letting himself fall into it entirely.

Felt his own chest ache and his own stomach filled with something that felt like bees and he was really hating his own pants right about then. Almost in pain by how aroused he was. ]

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.

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?

Shirt first, huh? Curious choice, if you asked him. Used to people going belt first, honestly.

But the layers complaint was an all too common one. So he obliged. Got his hands off her, but doubted she'd mind if he could slip the fabrics off faster than she could. Which, with how much practice he had getting in and out of suits, he certainly could.

He did groan into the exchange of kisses for the teasing grind she was giving him. Can't be helped. Getting suit coat and button up shirt off, along with tie, and the distraction of her pressed up against him so intimately did make for slightly uncoordinated kisses. It's a trade-off. But he kept them honest and as well-met as possible. She seemed to like them. Wanted her like them. Wanted her to feel good and remember her confidence.

He broke the changed to pull the last layer off his torso for her. The undershirt had to come up over his head to join the small pile he was leaving behind his back on the desk. Better? He even left the gloves off and put behind him too.

Surprising lack of scars on his chest and arms. Just smooth skin padded over stone built muscle. Back had four slit shape scars, unseen. Hands were a bit..gnarled up. Duncan's profession in life had made them rough and the callouses had only ever gotten a bit softer on the pads and palms.

He was, by this point, giving himself over to her whims. Seemed he always had a little more experience than the other person on how to give up some control in intimate moments. He had limits, but...they were looser somehow.

Lucifer leaned back in close with his face once he was out of the worst of the suit layers to give something of an appeasement nibble to her jaw near her chin. Sneaking hands to her waist. Tugging her shirt from being tucked and smoothing skin over her sides underneath. Only fair he got a bit of skin-to-skin for being so well behaved~

Her lips part as his thumb brushes over them, brows furrowed as she bites down on the tip of his thumb with an expression of indignant anger. How dare he laugh at her, especially in a moment like this! She had half a mind to-!

But then his lips were on hers and she could think of nothing else. Her lips were soft and malleable against his, eager to accept his kiss. God how she adored kisses. Her arms slide up as he pulls her closer, now wrapping around his neck to keep him close as her own tongue followed his without hesitation.

She’s eager to take that step between his legs, taking advantage of the control he gave her as the thigh he currently rubbed against would begin to gently grind against him.

One arm slips from her grip on his shoulders, sliding down to begin pulling at his shirt without breaking the kiss . Damn these layers. She wanted them OFF but not enough to actually stop kissing him.

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[ Rook liked the intensity of it, especially when he concentrated on the way the pen scored those lines into the paper and left its trail of ink behind. Shuddered a bit about it. ]

Oh, well. I know y’could always stop me if I did somethin’ you really didn’ like.

But I do also know how, ah, stuff down here works. So I appreciate the risk. Plus I won’ lie I do get a nice lil Prideful thrill whenever I get t’call you m’husband, got you all wrapped around m’finger in this gay as fuck relationship an’ family an’ everythin’. Y’mine an’ I’m yours, jus’ ‘cause we decided we want it like that.

[ Wouldn’t call him on the blush directly but would take it as an excuse to get even hammier about the affection. ]

[The push on the haminess certainly spread the color across his nose bridge and a bit into his cheeks. Fucking. Stones. Made his ears start burning enough for him to notice and reach up to rub at one of the edges of one. Not used to the sensation when he occupied Duncan.

He stood up suddenly and scooped Rook. Putting him over shoulder with arm banded across the back of his knees to start walking with him. Taking a brief pause to smack him on the butt as he stepped them through time-space in a jump to get them to the house.]

Menace.

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[ He wouldn’t turn down even more affection from Lucifer, humming into the kiss, edging back and forth across the line of sweet and chaste and getting messy about it. ]

How lucky am I t’have a husband who takes such care organisin’ things for my comfort.

[ Licked his lips, enjoying the buzz lingering there from the kiss. ]

The paddin’ is good. Helps remind me not t’jus’ break out of them when I get desperate.

Least I can do for someone that would willingly cramp themselves under a desk like that for me. [Lucifer picked up pen to write on the documents each in turn. Taking time and diligence like he did for most things.]

Or call me husband. [A quiet truth spoken in that. Signing first paper and setting it to the side into a desk organizer that had some papers in it already. They’d be collected and redistributed once he left for the day.]

[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. ]